Debbie Part 8

The ground floor was taken up by the supervisor's apartment, which was of standard size. On each of the four other floors were two tiny apartments and in each of these lived a pair of slaves. Debbie had never spoken to any of the other "residents" and didn't even know their names even though she had lived there for more than three years. The names on the door were pure fiction. Debbie and Shawna shared a one-room apartment, with small bathroom and no kitchen. The bathroom had no sink and no toilet, only a shower stall with large drain and a wall-mounted nozzle for enemas. Debbie had not sat on a toilet since Mistress had captured her, and she was sometimes afraid that she might forget how to shit on her own.

The only way she ever got rid of her feces was by way of forced enema. The main room had a single naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and there were only a few things in the room: A bed, barely large enough for two. Two closets, one for Debbie's clothes and one for Shawna's. And finally there was a full-length mirror, for checking clothes and applying make-up. There was only enough room on the floor for two people to stand together. The front door led directly into this room. There was no TV, no radio or stereo and no books or magazines. On either side of the bed, between the closets and the bed, was a narrow patch of space to dress in, and on the wall at the headboard of the bed a dildo was mounted on either side.

These were the feeding dildos for the two sissies. Typically their day would start at 7 in the morning, when the supervisor opened the door and woke them up. The supervisor was an elderly lady who had formerly earned her living as a professional dominant. She was vicious and tolerated nothing, dishing out whippings for the slightest infraction. After waking them up, usually by slapping their faces, she undid Shawna's straightjacket and left the rest of the work to her, leaving to wake up the other slaves. Shawna had emerged as the more dominant of the two and she liked to boss Debbie around whenever she could, therefore it was natural to leave her to do the tying and untying.