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My hair was quickly dyed to have the exact same color as the twins and as soon as it was done, the three of us were summoned to Steven’s office, and stood naked in front of him.
“Hi, I am Olivia. You’re Chloe and Stephanie ?”
“Yes”, Stephanie replied as I sat on the mattress as far away as I could from them.
Steven came back for me shortly after Ryan had left.
He was carrying a chair, but he sat on it backwards, his arms resting on the back rest.
Soon after Steve had left me alone, Ryan came back with another bucket and a sponge.
I noticed that this time, he had long rubber gloves.
After a long drive, two men carried me out of the van and into a small room where I was left for in unknown period of time.
I was awakened from my sleep on the sofa by the doorbell.
I quickly realized I was still naked save for my chastity belt but I didn’t have any clothes to cover myself.
Emily cooked supper for us still wearing her dress, but I was allowed to dress properly for the meal while she did so.
I was still in the bath, enjoying the few minutes I still had to myself when Emily came bursting through the room, naked.
“I need to go the bathroom bitch. Lay on the floor.”
“Yes mistress”
I laid back on the floor as ordered by a very effective Emily. Just yesterday, she had been so submissive but apparently, she was able to switch role without any problems.
The next morning, Patrick decided to punish Emily some more by forcing her to stop playing her fantasy during the day.
After my bath, I put on the evening dress I had bought for Patrick, making sure not to put any underwear.
I woke up before Patrick and promptly left the master bedroom, still naked.
I knew I could wear clothes, but I didn’t know where to get them and preferred to simply wander to one of the common bathrooms to empty my bladder.
I was falling asleep in my masters’ bed when still naked Patrick came back with a big box.
Emily sat up on the bed, resting her back on the headboard of their bed. She looked nervous, so I sat up next to her and pressed once more my body next to hers.
Supper was pleasant and both Patrick and Emily had made nice chit-chat with me as if I was truly a member of the family.
And so, I was now property, Chattel, a sex object.
I should have gotten used to it by now, but how can you ? You grow up raised to be independent, to build your own personality and then, suddenly, they teach you that you will be a slave for two years.