House Supper and Slave Initiation

Mr. Peter Acworth, master of the house, lays out the plan in one tight sentence. Supper first. Then they will put Jessie Cox through her paces until she earns her sophomore slave collar. Cocktails at seven, food at eight, and the dining room still smells like fresh paint and varnish. Upper Floor members sit at the table while she stands and waits. When the plates clear they start the questions. They want her reasons, her limits, her honest admission that she is here to serve. She answers each one with her eyes on the floor and her voice steady. They press harder until she says exactly what she is good for. Once she passes they make her prove it. Cuffs on the wrists, rope around the waist, and every hand that reaches out takes its share. The pain comes in stripes and slaps. Then the deeper work begins, anal and unrelenting, until the room decides she belongs to the house. By the end Jessie Cox is no longer a guest. She is simply the sophomore who earned her place on her knees.