Observatory Slave

Observatory Slave: Part II

 

After all that I went through the previous day I had a sound sleep. The warmth of the room did not require me to put the blanket on but I put that on in order to avoid the uneasiness of sleeping nude in a living room floor.

 

I wake up to a monotonous electronic buzz, high pitched but low volume. I needed a few seconds to recollect my thoughts as to where I was & why I was there. As I look around in the mild lights of the dawn to the source of the noise, I find a tiny alarm clock with a digital display. It is 5:33 am, I stopped the buzzer. I would have missed the deadline if the alarm clock was not there. I feel obliged to Madam Rozina for the help. I look at the closed door of Rozina’s room, she must be fast asleep, I thought. As I sit up the bed, I find a note below the alarm clock, I pick up & read…

 

“Good Morning Slave, I think the alarm clock was of help. There is a brown paper bag on top of the shoe-rack which is on your left as you exit from this apartment. You would find a long overcoat placed in it. You are allowed to wear that between 11:55 PM & 7:55 AM only when you are exposed to the air outside i.e. when you are not in this building or in the observatory. This is to ensure you do not catch cold and lay sick for days, that is the last thing we want. You are however allowed to wear this only after you step out either of the building, when you enter either of the buildings you will disrobe & deposit the overcoat with the security at the gate of the building before you step indoors. You would also find a towel and some essential toiletries inside the bag for your use. I hope you remember your jobs in hand. Don’t embarrass me. Good Luck.”  

 

I felt that though I don’t have any rights but I am in good care otherwise. Till now, I have been allowed basic necessities and amenities generously. I get up from the bed, neatly fold the blankets & the mattress and store them back into the store-room. I head to the exit with a mental mapping of my next set of activities. I notice a large brown paper bag on the shoe rack. I pick it up & find a brown leather overcoat with a fur inlay. I try the overcoat, it is really very warm & comfortable & it covers me to my ankle-heels almost. I also found a full-length bath-towel, a shower-cap, a comb, a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste and a soap case with a pack of soap bar in it.  I remove the overcoat & put it back in the bag & take it in my hand, I also take the access card I was given last night, in the bag as I head for the men’s room downstairs.

 

I walk into the toilet; nobody was there so early in the day, so I was comfortable throughout my early morning biological processes. Finally after I took a shower in hot water and dried & combed myself, I walked out to get on with my ‘work’. Just as I reach the exit of the building, I face the same Security guard who is on duty since last evening; he smiles at me & says,

 

“Good Morning Noodle. Ha-ha, a nude baby should be called a noodle, what do u think?”

 

I don’t respond to his bad joke as I step out of the exit & wear my Overcoat as I walk to the observatory through the 500 meter pathway. I could feel the severity of the chill even from under my fur-lined overcoat. As I walk towards the observatory, I revisit my schedule. One thing I decided that I should finish cleaning this pathway before 7:55 AM, sweeping this pathway in nude might not be a very good idea with all the security & other staffs around.

 

I reach the observatory building, I see the security post there, unlike the loan security guarding the staff quarters from a standalone desk & chair, there are two security enclosures on either side as I approach the main entrance. I am stopped right before the security enclosure starts,

 

“Your access card Madam?” asks a male Security officer.  I could see that the security personnel guarding the observatory wore a different uniform.

 

I bring the access card out from the bag & show it to him.

 

“You need to take the staff entrance Madam, you will find that about 20 yards to the left of the main entrance, you would find a small pathway after the security enclosure. You can deposit your belongings at the Lady Security officers manning the security enclosures on the right Madam.” He says. It seems that he is unaware of my true status. The access card says I am a ‘House Servant’.

 

I walk the few steps between the security enclosures and reach the end of it; I was delaying my exposure as much as I could. I look around; every staff including the first officer I met is looking at me only.

 

‘Yes Madam?” the lady officer at the counter asked me.

 

“Well I need to keep this bag with you and….” I say

 

“Give me your access card first Madam” she says. I hand it over to her; she holds it before a small box-shaped instrument hanging from the wall to her right, a typical ‘tweet’ sound comes out as she looks at the monitor before her.

 

“You are Ms. Sweta right?” she says.

 

“Yes Madam.” I say.

 

“Yes, give me your bag please.” She says.

 

I give a look around, as I was probably the only new thing they are watching in the last 12 hours, everybody was looking at this end only. I hold my breath as I unbutton my overcoat & remove it to become all naked. The lady officer gasped.

 

“What do you think you are doing?” she hides her amusement & tried to deal me professionally.

 

“Madam, I am a slave to Madams & Sirs who live in that staff quarters…” I point to the staff quarter which is visible from there and continued “…& they require me to do my work in nude” I was feeling the bizarre humiliation as I say that & my face is red in shame & embarrassment as I could feel the gaze of all 10-12 security men & women on my naked body.

 

“Good, they have decided to get good entertainment available to them & we also get some sidelights as well ha ha” she laughed.

 

I put the coat in the bag & handed the bag over to her.

 

“Ok, you can go,” I could hear her giggles and her shouting announcement to all her colleagues about me & what I told. The next 20 steps to the staff entrance felt like a few hundred kilometers.

 

I reach the staff gate finally & as I ‘show’ my access card to the proximity device beside the gate, the gate unlocked & I was happy to walk into the warmth and privacy of indoors. I have walked into a small corridor which has a no doors on either side. Then I found a door labeled “Housekeeping” just before the end of the corridor. I opened it & got inside. The room is quite a big one. There are 2 push carts like the ones we get to see in hotels. The carts have several toiletries, detergents, wiping clothes, brooms, mops and the bottom compartment has the vacuum cleaner. There are shelves all around with the consumables in additional quantities. On both the carts, I found a checklist, which lists every rooms & facilities to be taken care of. They are numbered 1 to 12 which includes 4 office chambers with attached toilets, 2 pairs of common toilets, 2 meeting rooms and 1 conference room besides the main observatory hall. That means there are actually 17 facilities to be serviced. I look around for a clock; I spot a wall clock on the wall just opposite the door. It is 6:01 am. I need to finish them off by 7 am, if I need to clean the pathway clothed & also be in time for preparing the breakfast by 8 am. Impossible I thought.

 

I don’t waste time as I took out the cart. As I was pushing the cart through the corridor, I heard familiar voices. I see Mark, Trevor, Peter and Arleta coming through the corridor. They are going off. The new shift starts at 8 am.

 

“Good Morning Sirs, Good Morning Madam Arleta” I greet my Owners.

 

“Good Morning slut, so you are getting on with your work from today, Be Good Slut.” That was Mark, his last words accompanied a hard pinch on my left nipple. I was nearly in tears. Other followed with their advices as well, “Pet, If I find any problem in my room & toilet, you would loose all your month’s quota of blood today itself” said Peter as he squeezed my bum cheeks hard before giving me a hard slap on my ass, the sound of which reverberated through the empty corridors.

 

“Bitch, I think I need not tell you that I mean business” said Arleta with a devilish smile but she did not touch or pain me in any way. Trevor just slapped my cunt on his way out as he said “See you at breakfast cunt.”

After they walked out, I started with vacuuming the observatory hall carpet, and then I wipe the glass panels on windows and clean & wipe the various office equipments as per the checklist of the hall. I am not supposed to touch the telescope or any of its controls as per the checklist.  I continued the same way at the meeting rooms & the conference room. The emptiness of the huge building was a little eerie; I continued working on my own. I decided to handle the toilets last, so I went to the 1^st floor where the office chambers are located. The checklist is so well prepared exhaustive document that it almost directed me to the service elevator which was required to take the cart upstairs. The first chamber I find near the service elevator has two nameplates of Mark & Derek. I went inside, it is about 15ft X 15 ft in size, it has a neat desk on left hand side wall, the wall on my right has a white board with markers and a door to the private toilet. Though I find no PC, I see a 25” LCD monitor on the desk besides a phone. The wall opposite the door through which I entered has a window with horizontal blinds. I get on with my work, wipe & clean the desk, equipments, board, markers, window & vacuum the carpet on floor. The next room is identical but opposite in orientation & belongs to Trevor & Sophie. I finish my work there too; the wall clock says its 6:35. Good Work I tell myself. The next room again identical and belongs to Robin, but as I get in I was stunned to see a large screen Plazma TV hanged on the wall in place of the white board in the other rooms showing different areas of the observatory through at least 8 split screens. I could see the conference room, meeting rooms, hall, corridors etc. but not the office chambers. I did not see any cameras but there are cameras all around and I am being seen doing what I am by somebody somewhere. The very thought brought back my feeling of being naked & working alone in this eerie silent observatory. I finish the work & move on to the last room, this does not name Arleta on the door like the others & it is more than double the size of the other rooms. The room is full of different controls, switches, LCD screens, more like a spaceship control room shown in the films. I carefully cleaned the room & got into the toilet to clean the toilet. There is a toilet seat, a basin with mirror & small shower enclosure. It took time for me to clean them all & make them sparkling clean as I finished repeating that with every private toilet the clock is stroking 6:55. I run to the common toilets of this floor, they barely needed any cleaning as they are sparingly used; at 7:05 I get started with the men’s room on the observatory’s ground floor. It strongly smelled of urine as it might have been used by the guards all day & night before. Even some toilet seats were soiled. It was hard to contain myself from revolting as I worked on every urine bowl & toilet seat. I had to change the naphthalene fresheners on every bowl & wipe & clean the floors. As I came out of the men’s room I was pretty tired. I ventured into the ladies room, this one is no better and every privy within had to be cleaned bleached, refreshed & mopped dry. By the time I came out of ladies room, it was 7:30 am already.

 

I am running 30 minutes late & no way can I clean the pathway clothed. I had no time to think as I ran to the housekeeping room to push the cart in and run out of the observatory to reach the security enclosure.

 

I went to the lady officer I showed her my access card & grabbed my bag, put on the coat & ran to the building. All guards kept laughing, giggling, whistling & abusing.

 

As I reached the bottom of the staff quarter, I disrobed & got naked. I drop the coat on the security guard’s desk. I ran upstairs as he kept on calling me names.

 

I ring the bell on Rozina’s apartment. She opens it.

 

“Good Morning Madam Rozina” I said.

 

“You are late slave. You better hurry off to the kitchen. Make sufficient toasts, arrange fruit juices, sausages, some pancakes and eggs for order. Pray that they are late today.” She says.

 

I run to the kitchen to prepare & arrange the stuffs. I managed to lay all on the table except the eggs before they came in. I ran to the kitchen, the omelets were ready so was the fries. I hurried to peel the boiled eggs & I actually burnt my fingers a little. I came out with the eggs as everybody was just settling down. Everything arranged on the table I was required to serve this thing or the other to them as they asked for helps. I got another round of ‘tip’s this time.

 

Rozina made me apply jams liberally on my belly & boobs then she made me go to everyone to check if anybody wanted to have a lick. Naturally, the guys licked, had small bites, pinched and slapped me as I approached them to have a lick. I had to thank everyone for their efforts including Rozina. I end up with a sticky mess all over my boobs & belly.

 

“Now something for the girls” said Rozina

 

“bend forward slave & hold your ankles” ordered Rozina, I complied. Everybody smiled & giggled as they have full view & access to my intimate openings. Rozina inserted two sausages one up my asshole & the other through my pussy. The sausages are half wrapped in foil papers that I served them on.

 

“You serve these sausages to the girls; if nobody takes any then you remain stuffed like this for life. So you better beg well.” Rozina says.

 

I walk to Arleta with me bent forward & holding my ankles. “Madam, would you please take one of these sausages” I say.

 

“No bitch, I don’t need those filthy ones. Why would I eat one which is stuffed in the filthiest & sluttiest holes on the world.” She says.

 

I move to Sophie who responds much harsher way “Do you think I would eat one of those? I can release you of pain & take one of them out only if you agree to drink me.”

 

As the room laughs, jeers & cheers, I was not sure what she meant “what do you mean Madam I don’t understand”

 

“You fithy hole, If you drink my pee, I take one of those sausages off. Do you agree?” Sophie says smiling knowing well I can’t say no.

 

“Yes Madam Sophie, please take one Madam I agree” I say.

 

She takes out the one from my ass hole & keeps the same on a dish on the table.

 

“This is for you filthy hole. You would eat it with your breakfast after your medical tests are over.”

 

I walk back to Madam Arleta, my waist & back aching

 

“Please take one Madam Arleta, I beg you.” I say

 

“Okay bitch, I take that on one condition, you need to agree to permanent modifications on your body, that would solve your identity crisis before strangers like guards,  other support staffs and every person who see you in this world.” She says.

 

“Yes Madam Arleta, I agree Madam. Please take the sausage Madam.” I begged in aching unease of my bent body. All my owners cheered, applauded and whistled as Arleta took out the sausage and just like Sophie kept it in the dish for me to eat later.

 

Madam Rozina ordered my release from the awkward bent state. My Owners finished their breakfast & start leaving for their rooms. Mark remarked in passing “Guys, I can barely wait to get on with this slut. When is her tests scheduled Rozina?”

 

She looks at her watch & says “the doc would be in any moment now. Slave you clear out the dishes & set them into the dishwasher”

 

I get on with my work as they all leave one by one. The two commitments I already made this morning is worrying me now. But it is too late to think over. As I was stocking the dishwasher, I heard the phone ring. Rozina takes it & shouts to me “Slave the doc has arrived, we need to go to the observatory. Come along.”

 

I finish putting the dishes into the dishwasher & start the machine before I walk out of the kitchen to see Rozina waiting for me.

 

“Slave, you would never walk alongside any of us. You would crawl on your knees as a bitch when you are taken out by any of us. Understand?” she orders.

 

“Yes Madam” I say.

 

As she walks out of the room, I follow her & start crawling beside her feet as soon as I was outside her room. She walked downstairs; I crawled downstairs with her. She then walked to the observatory through the pathway, stopping in between to check on things and talking to the guards, sweepers & gardeners etc.  I was crawling at her feet all along, stopping & moving as she was. The guards, sweepers & gardeners whoever Rozina spoke to kept their eyes fixed on my naked body. Some of them asked about me to her & some did not, she told each one of them that all details about me would be divulged tomorrow at 7PM at the weekly meeting. I came to know later that all the staffs get together every Friday evening for a weekly reporting session and that is a must-attend for one & all. I was inside the observatory after some time & I followed her on my all fours to the meeting room 1.

 

“Get on your feet slave.” Rozina Ordered.

 

I got on my feet as I see one lady of about 45-50 age group & two young men of 22-25yrs  age wearing white aprons. The smiles on the guys faces & their roving eyes on my body explains their excitement.

 

“Oh my Rozina, you have got hold of a beautiful piece. Do lend her to me sometimes” the elderly lady told.

 

“Sure Doc. But first make sure she is disease free. How long would you take?” Rozina responded.

 

“30 – 40 minutes is all I need Rozina” the doctor explained.

 

“Take your time doc. Slave, co-operate with them, I don’t want any complains. After they finish, you come back to the apartment.” Rozina left me there as she walked out.

 

“Guys get on with your work” the doctor instructs as she looks at me & says “.. they are my juniors & are Doctors too. Don’t be afraid my child”

 

In a matter of seconds, the two guys gets started on me, checking my blood pressure, examining me with a stethoscope, checking my eyes, mouth, tounge etc. with a flashlight. They were all dictating their readings to the lady doctor as she was noting it down. One of the guys took out a full syringe of blood as the other opened a laptop like device which I was told is a portable ultrasound diagnostic system. The guy was moving the probing scope over my abdomen, lower abdomen etc. The other guy was preparing the wires on me to take an ECG. After a while, the ECG was over. The guy working on me with the USG talked to me “spread your legs Miss, I need to check on your ovulation status & your overy.”

 

I spread myself as the lady Doctor takes over & pushes in a long handled probing scope in my cunt, she keeps moving it inside me as she looks at the monitor. “when was your last period my child?” She asks “…. and what is the normal frequency between your cycles?”

 

“10 days ago doctor.” I say “….& my cycles are very irregular Doctor. Sometimes I get one in 30 days, sometimes it stretches to 60 days even Doctor”

 

“Hmmm… good” that’s all she says. She then squeezes on my boobs obviously to check for lumps etc.

 

One of the guys hands me a glass jar as he says “I need you to urinate on this… you take it to with you to the toilet and remove this seal……”

 

Before he finished her explanation the lady Doctor quipped in, “let her do it here itself, she does not require any privacy, do you?”

 

“….I am doing it Doctor.” I say. I could see the smiles on those young guys faces, they are perhaps going to see a woman pee right before them first time ever. The guy unseals the jar, I take it from his hand, squat on the floor & let the stream into the bottle.

 

All the while the two guys were gazing closely on my very private activity which I performed right before them. As I finish I was told to reseal it & put it in a carry box they kept on the table.

 

The doctor then asks few other questions about my illness history, vaccination history, known medical allergies and my family’s medical histories.

 

“That is all for today my child. You may go back to your work & tell Rozina that I would be able to send the reports by tomorrow afternoon. Thank you for your co-operation.”

 

“Thank you Doctors” I say as I come out of the meeting room.

 

I walk out of the observatory & as I walk through the security enclosure I was again gazed by everyone around. This time there were whistles, cat calls giggles all around. “she has got a nice ass”, “this is a shameless slut, look at her erect nips, she is enjoying showing her”, “hey naked whore come to me, I will spray my cum all over you” were some of the comments. I crossed the enclosure & stepped onto the pathway, the comments and the gazing continued this time from the sweepers, gardeners etc.

 

I hurried my steps to walk into the ground floor of the staff quarter. The new guard got the first chance to speak to me.

 

“Ha-ha, how sluttish whore you are that you have found out a job for you which would keep you nude for 24 X 7? We are enjoying your nude parades though “he laughs hysterically as I walk past him.

 

All these have made me feel humiliated & degraded like never before. I had to parade & walk around naked out in the open before at least 20 odd completely unknown unskilled labors. My self-respect and self-esteem has reached the bottom and I could not stop my tears.

 

I get onto the first floor & ring the doorbell on Rozina’s apartment.

 

She opens the door “why are you in tears slave?”

 

I explained to her what I went through & my feelings to her.

 

“Slave, the first few days would be a little difficult for you to accept being nude in the open & before crowds. But I assure you that in 15 days you would be fully comfortable in your birthday suit.” She says matter-of-factly & adds “now look at the watch, you better hurry of to Sophie, Robin & Derek’s rooms to collect their laundries. Its 9:15 & you are already late as they are already off to work, so you can expect some punishments coming in your way though it was no fault of yours Slave.”

 

I ran to Derek’s room on the 2^nd floor, it was locked but there was a laundry bag outside with a shirt, pant, vest & brief. Robin’s room on the 3^rd floor was locked too but there was no laundry bag. On the top floor, Sophie’s door was locked too with no laundries either. I came back down to Rozina’s room & tell her about the laundries.

 

“do it during lunch time…..” she says “….now finish off your cleaning etc at all other rooms. Every room has individual cleaning equipments, take the bed sheets, covers and consumables with you.”

 

I decide to start with Mark’s room. I take the requirements for his room & ring his doorbell. He opens the door, he is wearing a khaki shorts & a white round necked t-shirt.

 

“Sir, may I clean your room?” I asked. He was munching something; he nodded & moved aside to make room for me to get in. I move in with a thank you, as he closes the door behind us. I feel a rush of excitement and nervousness again, as I am for the first time alone with a man in a room here. But he walks away from me & gets back to the sofa & starts watching the TV picking up a half-finished beer mug from the tray-table. I could understand that he was watching TV & having a beer even before I walked in. I get on with my work & finish off the bedrooms & attached toilets. Just as I start vacuuming the carpet on the living room, Mark flares up. He switches off the TV & shouts at me “stop that fucking thing right away”. He was visibly angry. I was terrified as I switched it off instantly.

 

He comes near me & as soon as I was within his arm-stretching distance he pulls my free hairs so very hard that I was instantly in tears & lost my balance to fell down to the floor right at his feet. “Have you asked me whether you can switch on that fucking machine? You dumb, can’t you see I was watching TV, you should have the courtesy to ask me before you make noise in my room.” He pulled me up on my feet with my hair.

 

I was terrified as I mumbled “Sir, I am extremely sorry, I am really sorry about this Sir, I would never make noise without taking your permission Sir, and I beg your mercy Sir”

 

He was clearly not amused. “we must make sure you don’t slut, go get the black leather belt from my cupboard” he orders. I was terrified with the prospect & I make the second mistake “Sir, please, I beg your mercy Sir, last nights caning has left marks on me & I still have pains all over me waist down Sir. Please don’t beat me Sir I beg your mercy Sir”

 

“Did I tell you that slut? How do u decide what am I going to do with my belt? This show of stubbornness and this tendency to disobey should be dealt with firmly slut. You must learn to live like a slave & obey your owners without question. Go get the belt & one second, get me my pack of cigarettes from the tray-table before you go for the belt.”

 

I hand him the packet & the lighter which was together & then I went to his bedroom to get the belt.

 

“This is your belt Sir” I hand the belt to him. He has lit a cigarette already. He takes in a smoke & holds the belt with buckles folded in his right palm.

 

“Stand straight here, face away from me. You will count to 20 in this position. You would get 20 more on your frontal & 10 more on your pussy. You count & thank me, if you shout or scream we resume the full course from there itself. If we are on the 50^th & you scream out, you get another 50 on same places again. Got it dumb?”

 

I am trembling in fear and anticipation as I get the first hit on my back. “1 Sir…Thank you” I say. As the hits go on, it was getting difficult for me to stop screaming, but I am crying & weeping profusely. As he reaches 20, my bum & my back were on fire. I was ordered to turn around. I was now facing him.

 

He came forward, & started on my frontals. I was asked to spread my legs apart as he hit my Boobs, belly, thighs & inner thighs mercilessly. I was weeping & crying but somehow I was able to contain my immediate reactions to whimpers. After the 12^th one, he stopped momentarily to take the last puff of his cigarette now burnt out to its butt. He looked around for an ash-tray, then with a devilish smile comes forward asks me to stand on my left leg only. As I fold my right leg upwards, he places his left hand just below my right thigh, holds it & extinguishes the cigarette on my upper right thigh. It was so sudden & so intensely painful that I scream out loud & in fact tried to push him away. The burn was deep with extremely painful burning sensation. It immediately formed a blister and stinging pain was impossible to endure.

 

“Next time you question any of our orders I will do this right on these” he says with a cruel harsh squeeze of my boobs.

 

“Now lets get back to where we were.” he starts with the 13^th whip with his belt as I keep thanking & counting him. He finishes this round with the 20^th landing exactly where the blister had formed it punctured the blister and the stinging pain was back with full force again. “This would make sure that you have a permanent scar there; that will keep reminding you who you are slut” he explains as I felt amazed with his sadistic instincts.

 

I was then asked to spread my legs wide & bend down backwards to fall into an arch exposing my pussy to him completely which he starts whipping with his belt now. It was already very difficult to be in such an awkward physical posture, the hits on my pussy made it more difficult for me. As I was thanking & counting 3, I lost all balance & fell down on my back to the floor.  I was scared of this man now, so I wasted no time & got up on my position again. I fell down 4 times during the 10 hits, on 3^rd, 5^th,8^th & 9^th hits. He was laughing every time I hit the floor & sprang back to my position with alacrity. I was relieved to hear his announcement “Ok, slut, that all for you now. You don’t need to work on my living room today.”

 

“Thank you Sir,” I say “and do you have any laundries besides the one I found in the laundry bag Sir?”

 

“No Slut.” He says. I thank him again & come out of his room.

 

The chores were the same in all other rooms. All of them noticed the burn injury on my thigh and everybody made me explain why & how it happened. They all enjoyed my first person account of the incident. Trevor told me that Mark, Robin and Arleta are smokers among them but he feels provoked to pick up smoking as they now have a ‘human ashtray’.  But in each of these rooms, there were some additions as well.

 

In Trevor’s place, I had to wipe the loose dirt off his shoes with my hairs before I was asked to wax them.

 

Peter made me lick the crotch of the brief that was part of his laundry for the day. I could smell dry urine & I could see dry pre-cum on the crotch of the brief. He carried a small movie camera & he recorded my actions throughout. He was walking along with me as I was working in his house. His occasional comments like “your asshole has a few hairs around it, you need to shave & clean your ass crack well pet” felt utterly humiliating as it raised my feelings of nakedness all the more. By the time I was finished at his place, I knew he has captured very close & intimate images of my body inch by inch.

                                                                                                                                   

My experience at Arleta’s place was thoroughly degrading. She did not allow me use vacuum in the first place. I had to crawl across the floor and brush them clean. But I felt utterly degraded and humiliated as she made me lick both the toilet floors and the toilet seats before I was allowed to clean them with cleaners & mops. I could not even hesitate for a moments as she ordered me to do that while she was smoking a cigarette. I have developed a temporary fear psychosis from smokers, it seems. It felt very filthy and my tongue felt like a lint paper after the exercise.

 

I was back to Rozina’s place at about 11:30 AM, I took her permission before carrying out the housekeeping work at that room. She went off to the observatory for some works she might be having there & she came back after about half an hour. I was finished with the housekeeping and I was putting the laundries into the washing machine as the doorbell rang. “That must be Madam Rozina” I thought as I ran to attend the door. As I opened the door I was completely taken aback. There were two men & a woman in chef’s attire carrying few containers & hot boxes, presumably the lunch. I was at a loss of words as I was feeling shame, humiliation & embarrassment like never before.

 

“That’s a nice way to greet, thank you Miss.” One of the men says as the men are visibly amused and entertained.

 

“Please take the foods the whore you are” the lady speaks this time she was visibly upset with my sudden show of nakedness in front of her male colleagues. 

 

I hurry up & take the boxes off her first. I went back to kitchen & came back to them. As I picked took turns to take the load of the other two men, they squeezed my boobs, ran their fingers on my crotch then squeezed my ass-cheeks as I turned away to walk back to kitchen again.

 

“We will be back tonight for the dinner Miss Whore” the third man said to me as they were leaving.

 

The remaining part of my day went doing my works – serving lunch, cleaning the pathway, colleting the uncollected clothes, washing, drying & ironing the laundries. Amidst lot more humiliating situations I went through today there was another occasion worth mentioning.

 

My visits to restrooms became all the more humiliating today, as my every visit to the men’s room for my nature calls were publicized across walky-talkies & each time I was in there I found many male security guards trooping into the restroom after me. But the worst part of that happened in the evening. I went to the rest-room at around 8PM. As usual, lots of security guards were trooping in after I went in. As I locked myself in into the small privy, I could hear them getting in. I was mentally preparing myself to face them when I get out of the privy as I hear Sir Derek & Sir Robin’s voices. They were coming back from the observatory after their duties, they saw lot many security guards around Men’s room, and they came in to check if there is anything wrong there. I could hear them talk to the guards though I was still inside the privy;

 

“Hey guys, what’s wrong here?” that was Sir Derek.

 

“Nothing Sir, there is one eye candy slut in here in this men’s room. We came to see her in all her glory” said one of the guards.

 

“Aha, she is in there I think” that was Sir Robin.

 

Next I heard two knocks on the door of the privy.

 

“Slave, open the door” Sir Robin orders.

 

I was finished with my pee. I get up from the toilet seat & open the door.

 

He slams the door open widest & says “Slave, you will never ever close these doors. You don’t have any rights to privacy. Understand?”

 

“Yes Sir” I say as I turn crimson red in shame & embarrassment. The guards all cheer up & applaud. As I walk out of the privy & walk through them I was being squeezed, slapped, fingered at all my places. I was trying to walk past as I was stopped by Sir Derek.

 

“Slut, whenever any one touches you, feels you, you should stop & thank them.” He says.

 

The applauds were larger this time, as I was being fondled at will by everybody & I had to allow them and thank them.

 

The day ended with me serving dinner to my owners with a lit cigarette pushed in my asshole. The filter was pushed in with the white part sticking outside. I had to make sure it does not fall off or gets extinguished. I had to bring that out and take 2 -3 puffs every few minutes to make sure it remained lit. After the puffs I was required to reinsert the stick up in my asshole again. As it became shorter, I was on the verge of getting my ass burnt. But I was allowed to take it off just before that.

 

I went to bed that night at around 11 PM thoroughly exhausted, scared, nervous and anxious for the next day. As I have been told I would be given my ‘Sexual Service’ responsibilities from tomorrow if my medicals are Okayed & I also would be formally introduced to the other staffs of the observatory tomorrow evening.

 

To be continued…..