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Shortly after, I had locked my last door and was on the way to my quarters, when I heard loud laughter and the sound of running feet. Two HOURS after curfew. Dammit. More work.

I turned in the direction of the sound, and caught an armful of squirming girl right in the chest. The other just missed, having rounded the corner and stopped in time. Sari. And RUBY.

"I am shocked by this behavior, Ruby. More from you than from Sari, but both of you know much better! Come with me." I headed down to my suite, and took them into the guest room.

"Better toilet now, girls." They did, hurriedly. They knew I was angry, and had no wish to make it worse.

Returning to the room, I had them strip off the shoes and Ruby's stars (I didn't want anyone poked by them during sleep... but she didn't know that. She started crying, hard.)

While standing up, I slid canvas mittens on their hands, and locked them. A leather strap held their ankles together, another one their thighs, and another kept their arms bound to their waist straps. I added a smaller ring gag for both, as Sari had a cold and I didn't want her to have breathing problems. Laying them down on the bed, I had Sari's head on the pillow, and Ruby's at the foot of the bed. No conversing. Using a large piece of mosquito netting, I fastened them in place on the bed, and placed a baby monitor on the bedtime table, just in case.

Returning to my bed, I turned on the monitor, set to high, and laid down myself. So much to do tomorrow....
The alarm broke into a VERY sexy dream with... oh, never mind. I don't kiss and tell. Walked into the restroom to take care of the 3 S's, and suddenly, SHIT, I've got 2 punishments to take care of. Well, MasterMike will have to supervise breakfast. I called his room and woke sexslave up; told her to wake him and inform of the change.

Got ONE of the S's taken care of, and figured it was time to check the guest room. Two very much awake women laying there.... and a wet bed. For shame. Sounds like someone needs bladder training. Later, later. As soon as the bonds were released and the gloves were untied, both made the obviously urgent rush to the toilet. I shouted out, "whoever is second, don't wet the floor, use the shower stall". Which, I was later informed, seemed to be timely advice.

I let them shower themselves quickly while I shaved, then I got into the shower and allowed them to bathe me. A syberitic pleasure to be sure. HEY, no tickling!

I put the collars back on correctly, and returned Ruby's stars to her. Now nobody would get poked... at least not until after breakfast. Leading the two by their leashes, I noted Dee had Jaden in the 'High protein breakfast' box. Looks like he'd had several customers already, and, perhaps, not done all that well, if the bruises on his cheeks meant anything. Never bite a clit when you can't run or she isn't bound.

During breakfast, I had one of the ladies bring 32 ounce (just about a liter. litre. whichever) mugs of orange juice. Followed that up with apple juice, grape juice, and cranberry juice. Wanted the girls to be healthy, after all. As I finished my meal, I helped the ladies share 4 bran muffins between them. Figured that would keep the pipes open.

Moving out to a punishment room, I decided to check out Jaden by letting him pleasure Sari. She looked at me, worriedly, and asked if she might make a quick trip to... what did she call it? Oh, yes, 'The Sandbox'. I told her she needed to hold it, and to get busy, because we were going to be there until she came... and I know how to tell the difference.

Nearly twenty minutes later, she shuddered hard and undulated, holding Jaden's ears to stay upright. Well, now they stick out a little more; no biggie.

We got to the punishment room, and I laid the two ladies down on examination tables. Each had her arms at her sides, and ankles clipped to wrists, with just a wide belt over their waists to keep them in place.

Retrieving a couple of machines on carts from the storeroom, I slid a Foley catheter into the correct place on each and drained their bladders. The full bottle I set next to their heads, so they might see what's happening.

"Ladies, this is a direct result of your horseplay last night. While it may have been fun, someone could have been hurt. Like me. I bruise easy, you know. This is just a little humiliating, yes. But no doubt whoever wet the bed was humiliated too. And I even gave you a chance to take care of it. And the monitor! Ever think of asking for help? I'm not THAT much of a monster.

"All right, that's the easy one half done. Let's get the catheter out, clean the machines and sanitize, you both know how, use the toilets if you have a need, and meet me in the TV room." I unstrapped them, removed the cath from each and went out to continue my morning.

20 minutes later, looking quite relieved, I noticed my task of the day approaching over my McPaper. Darn! Hadn't finished the Life section yet.

Standing to join them, we worked our way to another private room. This one was fairly barren, except for a pair of treadmills, and a few things not quite so visible.

"Our task today is to finish the run you started last night. You seem to need exercise, so you'll run today. Grab some running shoes and a towel to wipe the sweat (Oh yes they do. A 'rose by any other name' would sell as much deodorant), while I set the environmental controls and fans and program your treadmills."

Soon, they were wearing the sox and shoes they needed, and I had them intent on the plan for their day.

"Over the course of the next 8 hours, you will run 12 miles. Not a whole lot, but a goodly distance for anyone not in shape. The treadmills will allow you to slow down and speed up as you wish, as long as your pace will lead to the 12 miles being complete in 8 hours. You may even stop, for a maximum of 5 minutes at a time, for calls of nature. You will not be able to leave the room. Forget about lunch. Today, you run. There's water and gatorade in the cooler here between you if you need them.

"One minor concern; if your pace isn't meeting what you need to accomplish your task, the treadmill will pick up speed. And you'll get a few little shocks through your feet; special shoes, you see. The further you get behind pace, the more frequent, and severe, the shocks.

"And, I forgot to mention; this room is climate controlled. It will get warmer, as much as 90 degrees F, but with low humidity. It will get colder, as low as 35 degrees, still with low humidity; we don't want icicles on your nipples, after all.

"No shirts, no shorts, just shoes, socks, a towel, and you. I'll be back to check you in a couple hours. Enjoy your day.