Free The Life of Anna, Part 1: Enslaved by Marissa Honeycutt Page B

Even the men should address you as ‘Mistress.’ Except Master. He can do as he pleases.”
    I sighed. “There’s a lot to learn, isn’t there?”
    “Yes, but Master says you are very bright and will learn quickly.”
    “The bath is ready, Maggie,” Sarah said from beside the bathtub.
    Steam rose up from the tub and along with it, a scent that I ’d not smelled before. It was musky and flowery and fresh, all at the same time. Like making love outside in the sunshine. It was almost arousing.
    Sarah held out her hand and helped me step into the tub. I gasped at the very hot water.
    “The water needs to be this temperature to allow your pores to open. Your body will adjust in a moment.”
    I sat down carefully and settled against the back of the tub where a soft cushion sat for comfort. After a few minutes, I felt my muscles relax. Oh my, this is nice!
    Sarah made sure I was soaking up to my ears and then massaged good -smelling oil into my face. It felt so good I fell asleep, and they woke me when the water had cooled.
    Sarah refilled the tub with hot water and Maggie washed my hair with a lavender -scented shampoo. After she rinsed my hair, Maggie spent twenty minutes working some kind of oil into it.
    She ran her fingers through my hair after rinsing it with warm water. “Perfect,” she said. “Like silk.”
    I ran my own fingers through my hair and grinned. The gleaming strands really did feel like silk. My hair had never been so soft before. Maggie gently pulled my head back onto the cushion and I felt her play with my hair. “I must braid it before it dries or the braids won’t stay in.”
    Sarah manicured my fingers and toes while Maggie braided my hair. When they were finished, I stepped out into an awaiting pink plush robe.
    Maggie pulled me in front of the mirror. “What do you think?” She grinned.
    I looked up and barely recognized the face that stared back at me. My skin was flawless and glowing with health. Most of my hair hung loosely down my back, with the top part worked into many tiny braids . Maggie had pulled the braids back away from my face to meet high up on the back of my head and then drawn them into a multi-strand thin braid that ran down my back.
    “After your hair dries I’ll brush the loose strands and apply some oil so it’s extra soft and touchable,” Maggie explained. “You’ll have a circlet that sits on top here after you dress.” She pointed to the top of my head. “And I’ll pull some gold threads through the braids as well.”
    “It all sounds so elegant,” I said in a hushed voice.
    “Master is eager to show you off, Mistress.” Maggie smiled. “The other girls will be envious of the attention you garner, but Master won’t let just any man have you. They’ll have to ask his permission. That is an honorable position for any girl. Normally, any man can use us at any time. If we say no we are severely punished.” A pained look came into her eyes and disappeared quickly. “You are fortunate to have gained Master’s favor.”
    “What do the men do to us?” I asked as we walked into the bedroom. I swallowed, trying to push away the nauseated feeling that had just swept over me. Would tonight be like being back at Jack’s house?
    “Sometimes they are content to have you just sit on their laps. More often than not, they want oral sex. They like it when we sit between their legs and suck on their cocks. I think it makes them feel powerful.” She paused. “Sometimes the men just want sex and other times they want something harder.” She shuddered. “But if they want something harder, they have to use the Red Girls. Not that that stops them from being forceful with us common girls. They just can’t take us into the Red Room.”
    “What’s the Red Room?” It didn’t sound like a good place.
    She sighed. “The easiest way to explain it is to have you think back to your training.”
    I grimaced, not wanting those horrible memories to return.
    “That is