Jo: At yesterday's review we agreed that Fifty was ready for her next experience. Charlotte has agreed to mentor her through this with Jonathan providing the technical input. We have scheduled Fifty's tattooing for today, assuming she consents as we anticipate. It worked well for those on the last course, and like them, we expect this will help Fifty to confront issues of trust and the need to surrender to her new slave identity.
She has given outline consent and Charlotte will begin by asking Fifty to provide a confirmation. I am in my cell. The shutter is up so it's open to the corridor through the bars. Charlotte comes. She looks cool, calm; the epitome of Scandinavian elegance. She is dressed in a polo shirt, cut-off cargo pants and polished black thick soled leather loafers. There's the heavy, sweet, fine, aura of Santa Maria Novella; the same scent she was wearing when we first met.
She unlocks the door with a swipe card, comes in and sits on my bed. She motions me to sit and I kneel at her feet. She slips her feet out of her shoes, to draw them up onto the mattress, but instinctively now I lean forward and begin to kiss her feet. They are beautiful feet; lightly tanned, no calluses, nails carefully trimmed, a toe ring on one foot and an ankle bracelet on the opposite ankle. They smell warm with the scent of leather, from her shoes.
Suddenly, I raise my head and smile broadly. I am rushing back to the normal in control, analytical, me. She cuts me off. Stay where you were. Where you were And I'm back as a slave once again, but with tears in my eyes now. Charlotte pushes my head gently down and I resume: kissing licking, rubbing my lips against her feet.
And it does seem good. I'm always happy here, caring for my Mistresses. It's funny. I have no problem with this; crouching at the feet of Charlotte, or Jo. Some of the other girls find this aspect of their slavery the hardest. They can cope with the bondage or the beatings, but they find it had to submit at this intensely personal level.
