Ada had not been permitted solid food in days. She had finished a ten day master cleanse and was now on a juice fast. She was forced to choke down large quantities of juiced greens multiple times daily. The beverages tasted horrible but were the only sustenance permitted in this phase of her training at the Community.

Ada had been fitted for a corset yesterday, and now she was standing tall, reaching up to a bar above her head as the corsetiere pulled the laces tighter and the Governess looked on approvingly.

“She still has a lot of flab as a result of her years of lack of discipline, but I think with this serious boning, I’m starting to see the vague outline of a waist. Let’s try it a little tighter.”

Ada flushed red with shame and gasped as the corset was pulled tight to a degree that felt like she was being strangled.

Once it was fitted to the satisfaction of the Governess, Ada was instructed to walk back and forth in front of them. Slouching was impossible. She stood straighter than ever before, naked aside from the cruel corset.

Ada was sent to be dressed by an Attendant. Part of enforcing a sense of helplessness was the policy that she was allowed to do very few things for herself at this point in her training.

Attendants were unfortunate men and women who had failed to properly complete training, but had opted to stay on as permanent servants to assist with new trainees instead of going back to their old lives. They were often quite bitter and resentful of the new trainees. This particular Attendant was a thick man of about forty. He was rough as he pushed her into a high-collared wool dress, stockings, and five inch heels. He then instructed her to head to the kitchen.

The Governess was waiting for her there with a tall glass of juiced greens. Ada was able to down it quickly, gagging only slightly. She felt uncomfortably full with the way her corset strained her. The Governess handed her a tall glass of water. Ada wanted to protest, but obediently gulped it down, feeling like there was nowhere for it to go. She knew the purpose. Most tasks were more uncomfortable on a full bladder, and she doubted she would be allowed to relieve herself any time soon.

Ada was surprised when the Governess asked her to open her mouth and fitted her with a large gag.

“We caught Bottom Joanna putting a piece of chicken in her mouth last night. You Bottoms must be tightly controlled, as you have so little ability to control yourselves.”

Ada looked down and felt embarrassed, as though she had personally eaten the chicken. Often when one Bottom committed an offense, all the Bottoms were punished or more tightly controlled in response. And she was so famished that she surely might have eaten a piece of chicken if the opportunity had presented itself.

Ada was instructed to serve the banquet of Masters in the dining room. She started with a tray of beverages. Already she was perspiring in her wool dress. The collar itched. Everything itched. She knew better than to scratch. Ada felt the liquid sloshing around in her belly and felt miserable. Her shoes pinched uncomfortably, and she was very conscious of the way the high heels made her bottom stick out as she walked.

She set a beverage by the plate of each Master and Mistress. A mistress with long black hair smacked her on the bottom. A master wearing a fedora cupped her face in his hand.

“Nothing to say, dear?” he asked mockingly, looking at her gag.

Ada made trip after trip from kitchen to dining room and back, perspiring copiously, the smell of lasagna making her feel faint. Every time she tried to take a deep breath, the corset stopped her, so that she felt she was straining just to get enough oxygen.

Ada’s bladder was bursting. Had she not been gagged, she would have requested permission to relieve herself. From the knowing look the Governess gave her, Ada suspected the woman was perfectly aware of her plight.

Finally the evening was over. An Attendant, this one a young woman with rough hands, led Ada to her room. The gag was removed and Ada was finally permitted to urinate.

“You’d be relieved to get out of that dress and corset, I’m sure,” said the Attendant, “but it’s not in the orders.”

Ada’s heart sank. She drank two large glasses of water that were handed to her, and allowed the Attendant to pull up the wool dress and apply a humiliating diaper. The Attendant pulled the dress back down and lifted the covers for Ada to get into bed. Ada hoped some of the usual blankets would be spared, but her hope was in vain. She was put in four point restraint and covered up with enough blankets that she felt impossibly warm. The corset left her completely unable to relax. The wool of the dress was a torment. Ada felt she might cry.

Around an hour later, Carol was led in by an Attendant. She was dressed in a full leather suit, complete with hood that zipped over her mouth. Ada realized Carol was walking so slowly because her feet were shackled, and also the eye holes of the hood were zipped closed. Ada wondered what Carol’s fate had been this evening, and whether it would soon be her own.

Carol’s suit was completely removed and she was given two large glasses of water and diapered. Ada heard the sounds of Carol being fastened into four point restraint in the bunk above her, naked aside from the diaper. Carol tentatively whispered a request for a blanket.

“Not in the orders,” said the attendant, and left the room, shutting the door.

Ada envied Carol for not being constricted, restrained, and covered in a mound of oppressive wool. However, she knew that a long night restrained and uncovered in the chilly room would be just as terrible a fate.

Although the women were not gagged, they did not dare to speak with one another. They feared the consequences. They each had a long sleepless night of profound discomfort ahead of them.