Erin's Morning

When I get to my room Marcie is waiting with the tub already full. I find that I'm crying. Not the end of the world bawling sort of crying. Just the sort of crying one does when you're totally humiliated. When you've exposed parts of yourself you never intended to.

"Into the tub, Erin."

I climb in and let her work on me.

"Why couldn't she have changed me so I'd like that? Made me an exhibitionist?"

"You know why, dear."

And I do. It was a rhetorical question. Winifred and I have talked about it. She gets off on my embarrassment. On my humiliation. One of the girls who came before me succumbed to Stockholm syndrome. She came to love Winifred and was anxious to do anything for her. And when she did she was no longer of any value. She couldn't sell or even release her because people would be using Her Supreme Majesties former consort. So she'd died. Painlessly. And quickly. But she'd died.

I sat in the tub letting Marcie scrub me. I stood up so she could get at my pussy and thighs. Bent over to let he wash my behind. She pulled out the jewel plug. I'd forgotten it was there. Left me standing for a moment while she cleaned it and put it away. Then continued.

"Sit, Erin."

And I did, like a trained pet. I gave a sigh. I was a trained pet.

"Lean back."

I did and she used the sprayer to wash my hair. She took her tablet and checked to see how I was to be prepared for Winifred's pleasure.

"Hair up, diamond string earrings and oh, look. You'll be wearing a thong."

I was surprised. "Really?"

She reached into her bag and brought out a pink bit of cloth with sequins that wouldn't have covered my palm. Never the less, I was delighted. I hadn't worn any sort of clothing in months, at least. And, of course, she'd known or she wouldn't have had it in her bag. But I appreciated the effort she put into presentation.

"Up, baby. Let's finish and send you back."

I got out and she dried me. Prepared my hair, another up-do. Added earrings. Checked my nails then put on the thong and finished up with some clear acrylic pumps. I looked in the full length mirror. I fingered the thong. My slit and my clitoris were completely hidden. But there was over an inch of skin between the thong and my leg. Still, I was very pleased.

"Stand still, Erin."

She snapped a picture of my back then showed me. There was a short bit of string rising up from my butt crack, then branched to go over my hips. Pink and somewhat stretchy.

"You look wonderful, dear."

She pinched my nipple, gave me a slap on the ass and told me to go back.

END OF ERIN'S MORNING