Ada had finished a month of training at the Community. While her training was far from complete, her leave from her secretarial job had come to an end, and it was time to return. Ada both dreaded leaving the Community for eight hours a day and looked forward to it. It had been extremely challenging to be so totally controlled by others for the last 30 days. She had not been permitted to use the toilet alone, to eat solid food, or to wear comfortable clothing. She had faced daily humiliations.

Just yesterday at a party of Masters and Mistresses, she was used for their entertainment by being shackled to the wall naked and gagged. A bowl of clothes pins was placed next to her so that anyone could apply a sharp pinch. By the end of two hours, at least fifty clothes pins were digging into her tender flesh, some in innocuous places such as her arms and legs, but a large number lined her tender breasts and labia. She found herself softly whining and moaning with pain, and had to catch herself, afraid what worse punishment she would face if she did not act more stoic. Her muscles ached from her spread eagle position against the wall and her jaws felt stretched to the breaking point by the cruel gag.

Ada was being bathed by an Attendant, a tall thin man of perhaps 60. He was gentle with the washcloth, but set it aside to quickly penetrate her pussy with his soapy fingers under the water. Ada moaned. She felt deeply ashamed to be responding to this man’s touch, a lowly Attendant, a servant, but she had not been permitted to orgasm since prior to her arrival. She was frequently in a state of such heightened arousal that she felt she would explode. She found herself rubbing against his fingers. Quickly, he pulled away and continued with her bath.

She was dried and tightly laced into a corset. She still had not become accustomed to wearing a heavily boned corset, even though it was forced upon her nearly 24 hours a day. Ada was instructed to bend over.

It had been explained to her last night by the Governess that she was always to be anally plugged when away from the Community. The plug would help her to remember to use self control. Now that she had completed a month of training, she would occasionally be allowed out for errands such as shopping. She would also be permitted to see friends and family, although she could give them no details of her new life. Because these outings were expected to be short in duration, she would be assigned a very uncomfortable plug, so she would always feel deeply uncomfortable and eager to return to the Community. For going to work, she would be allowed a more modest anal plug, unless she was being punished.

As the Attendant slid the lubricated plug into Ada’s anus, she breathed a sigh of relief. Although not small, it could have been much worse. She was then helped into an attractive suit and a pair of high heeled shoes.

She had met with the Job Coach last night, a powerful man with broad shoulders. She had been sent to him after an Attendant removed the painful clothes pins, which left terrible welts all over her. Fortunately, they had faded by morning.

“I saw the wardrobe you came in with,” he said, “and it won’t do. Clearly you took no pride in your work. Those frumpy clothing and comfortable shoes are not for you any longer. You work to please and serve others, and you will be made to look the part. Even if your old clothes weren’t too big for you after a month of liquid diet, you’d never be permitted to wear them out in public.”

He paced back in front of the fireplace as Ada stood at attention in front of him.

“Sir, yes sir,” she mumbled occasionally.

He explained to her that she was expected to represent the Community in all her actions, although no one knew about the Community. She was expected to be entirely servile at all times. She was to have no personal conversations at work, to be cheerful and perpetually pleasant, to try to anticipate the needs of those around her and attend to them before even being asked. She was to avoid being impatient, slow, or lazy at all costs. She was to bend over backward to please others.

“Part of your accommodating attitude is looking the part,” said the Job Coach, looking her briefly in the eye to make sure she was paying attention. Although exhausted from lack of sleep, Ada was paying keen attention to this powerful man.

“You will always look pretty and perfect. Your make up will be perfect. Your hair will be perfect. No thought will be given to your comfort. You will wear modest but attractive clothing. You may be dressed too warm or too cool for the weather, as your Governess sees fit. You will always wear very high heels. You may be dressed in terribly itchy garments if it is felt that you need more incentive to behave well.

“Sir, yes sir,” said Ada.

“Upon returning to the Community every evening, you will have your plug removed by your Attendant and take your work clothing off. You will be questioned thoroughly about your day. Were you kind to others, were you submissive, did you put the needs of others ahead of your own needs. Your Attendant will take notes. It is expected that you will be one hundred percent honest in revealing your flaws and shortcomings.

“You will meet with me weekly and I will review the notes. It is likely that you will receive at least a bare bottom spanking for your transgressions, no matter how small. In some cases, you will receive more significant punishments. Do you understand?”

“Sir, yes sir,” said Ada, shuddering internally at the thought of more significant punishments and what these might entail.

Now she was dressed and ready, the Governess handing her two bottles of dark green juice and the four liters of water she was expected to drink throughout the day. Ada got into the car provided, sitting up very straight because of the way the corset compressed her abdomen.

It was strange to pull up in front of the old brick building.

Everyone thought she had been out recovering from a hysterectomy, and her co-workers appeared shocked at how slim and attractive she looked.

Instead of getting a cup of coffee and chatting, she went straight to her desk and got to work. Her anus squeezed the plug inside of her and reminded her that although she was out in the world, she belonged to the Community. She had better act accordingly.