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water. May took one of the trays and handed it to Honey. She took the cover off the plate, to reveal a salmon fillet drizzled in a lemon-scented sauce, a plump baked potato from which rose an appetising wisp of steam, and a green salad. At least they’re not going to starve us while we’re here, Jessica thought with some relief. She took her own tray gratefully; her last meal had been on the flight from London, and suddenly she had a voracious appetite.
    Her own dinner consisted of a baguette stuffed with slices of chicken and avocado, a side salad studded with juicy cherry tomatoes, and a crisp red eating apple. She couldn’t swear to it, but the apple looked identical to the one that had been confiscated from her luggage. It didn’t surprise her. Just the latest in a long line of mind-fucks, she told herself.
    ‘May is going to look after you. I’ll be back shortly to collect you. Woe betide you if you’re not ready.’
    ‘Yes, Mistress Delice,’ Honey replied. ‘Of course, Mistress Delice.’ Jessica wondered if she was the only one who picked up on the lack of deference in her new friend’s tone.
    While Jessica tucked into her sandwich, May took more items from her trolley. The two matching white robes, which she hung on the back of the door, seemed innocent enough, but when Jessica looked up from her meal to see May retrieving a long metal bar which had a leather cuff at each end, her stomach gave a lurch. Was that how the women were taken to auction, in shackles? She glanced at Honey, seeking reassurance, but her friend seemed oblivious to the whole process. That wasn’t so surprising, she supposed, given that Honey had been around this particular block on three previous occasions.
    Honey was the first to push away her plate.
    ‘Mistress Delice wishes you to take a shower before you change, but be quick about it,’ May told her. Without ceremony, Honey pulled her dress off over her head and tossed it onto her bunk, walking naked into the little bathroom and giving Jessica an eyeful of her pert, round bottom in the process.
    As she munched on her apple, Jessica heard the sounds of water running, and Honey singing to herself, loudly and off-key. By the time she’d finished her meal, Honey was strolling back into the room, a towel wrapped around herself, which she discarded on May’s command. Jessica couldn’t help but marvel at how this fragile-looking girl, a good ten years Honey’s junior, could issue orders which were immediately obeyed, while Mistress Delice, who seemed to radiate dominance from every pore, received nothing from Honey but thinly disguised cheek. Honey was right; she had a hell of a lot to learn about the submissive mindset.
    For now, May was glaring at her with impatience. ‘Get undressed, and in the shower.’
    Not comfortable about stripping where she stood, Jessica took off her dress nevertheless. It seemed disobeying any order, or not performing it to a certain standard, might earn you a punishment around her, and she’d already been on the receiving end of Mistress Delice’s wrath. The memory of those long, slender fingers invading her front and rear caused her pussy to clench, almost as if it wished it was still full, and she scurried into the bathroom before her body could fully respond to the thought.
    The hot spray beat down on her as she scrubbed away the last traces of her journey – and all the torments she’d undergone – since she and Max had left the house that morning, from her skin. The scents of sweat, come, and cherry-flavoured lube were washed away, replaced by the faint citrus aroma of her favourite shower crème. When she stepped back into the bedroom, she felt human again.
    Her sense of wellbeing took a jolt at the sight of Honey. She wore only the robe, loosely fastened around her shoulders, and her hands had been cuffed to a wide leather collar May had fixed round her neck. With her wrists pressed together between her breasts, the big, heavy globes