Waking up slowly, I slid out of the bed and into the shower. Still half asleep I left my bracelet on its stand and then stripped leaving my clothes on the floor. Even Brutus was asleep. Standing in the shower I let the warm water wash over me and then using lots and lots of soaps, skin cleaners and shampoo, I washed myself nice and thoroughly. Grabbing the huge warm towel and robe I walked into the main room. Twenty seconds later, I found myself in pain on the floor. Curled up and sobbing as the ankle tag fired pain into me, turning my world red and black.

"For fucks sake....please....pleaseeeee" sobbing, "I'm sorrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy..." Crawling to the bathroom I reach up wildly and tug the bracelet back on to my wrist then I let myself drop back to to the cool tiles in the bathroom. After a while, I managed to stand up and tidy myself up. Then I knew I'd have to dress. After all sooner or later I'd have to show myself outside of my room.

Standing in front of the closet, I realised that my choices were going to be incredibly limited. Dropping the robe and towel I pulled on the lacy peach coloured panties and bra. Rummaging around in the closet, I finally selected a nice, fairly respectable light grey skirt and jacket and a thin cream coloured sleeveless blouse.

After picking the clothing, I sat on the edge of the bed and carefully rolled up my stockings making sure the lacy tops were all nice and smooth. Turning around, I slipped the door open and let Brutus out as he was getting restless.

With a little giggle, I finally clipped my suspender belt into place and smoothed my panties right back down. Slipping on my blouse, I stepped into my skirt and zipped it at the back. Looking round, I sat on the edge of the bed and tugged my heels into place. Finally in front of the long mirror, I fixed my hair into a respectable style, then made damn sure my bracelet and tag were still in place. I hated the fucking tag. All my nice clothing and hair ruined by the big chunky tag on my ankle. I could have cried in frustration at the tag.

Like Rob, I was now a possession of the Master, a piece of his property to be used and kept as he saw fit. The only difference between me and Rob was that my clothes might be a bit nicer but I have no more rights or freedoms than him. My tag and bracelet proved that. I suppose I should have picked my clothes up but feeling like a lazy skank I just left them. Rob was still asleep when I left and I left the doors to the garden open for the big dog to enter. Throwing my morning vitamins down my throat I hurried towards the kitchen.

Still, I didn't see why I needed them but Cook had been very strict about that so morning and night I took the vitamins as instructed. I didn't need a caning for not taking them so I swallowed them and rushed to the kitchen for breakfast.