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Interesting Stay

by Cyan

Copyright 2002 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.

The number was small, on a neat brass plaque next to the door, just like the other doors I'd passed. Seventy Four. Opening the door I found the light switch and entered. I closed the door behind me, vaguely recalling instructions that it not be left open, and found myself in a windowless bedroom, the bed in front of me dominating the room. The only other furniture was a single chair and a chest with a mirror hanging over it and in one corner there was a closet. Putting my suitcase on the bed, I looked around.

It was smaller than our room: it would have been rather small for two, but it had been made clear that I was to be alone. I wondered what Steve was doing at that moment. Undoubtedly we'd talk later. The room was painted a plain off-white as was the furniture. The bed was neatly made, in almost military fashion with white sheets and a wool blanket. I turned back to look at the door since the knob had caught my attention. Opening it again briefly I discovered that it had no keyhole but a small lever could lock the door on one side. But the lever was on the outside.

That made me shiver briefly but of course it was only to be expected. I recalled a woman I had passed in the hall. With suitcase in hand, she was obviously finding her own room. She'd been small and slight, with straight dark hair that barely reached her neck. She looked every bit as nervous as I felt though I knew I hid it better. Taking a breath, I gave the dresser and closet another glance and turned my attention to my suitcase, but at that very moment the door opened behind me.

I turned to find a neatly dressed woman. "Hello Jennifer," she said. She wore a suit.

"Hello..."

"I'm Karen. Leave your suitcase packed." I looked at her questioningly. "Everything you need is already here. Take off your clothes and put them and personal items in here." She handed me a canvas tote bag that closed with a zipper. She was pretty. Her hair was light brown, wavy, and reached her shoulders. Very pretty.

"My clothes?" I said, but it was clear even to me that my words were merely to stall for time to digest what she'd just told me and she made no answer. I resolved my momentary confusion quickly enough but then found myself reluctant to carry out her direction: undressing in front of a total stranger was nothing I was used to.

She calmly eyed me, saying nothing more and soon I found myself undoing my blouse. My fingers shook, from embarrassment, from nerves, perhaps from the unreality of the whole thing: had I really taken the plunge? Agreed to all this?

She still said nothing: merely watched my fumbling. When I had my jeans off and wore nothing but my bra and my underpants I looked for some sign from her that I should continue or not. But she simply left me to my own devices and I sensed she was testing me. Perhaps she'd even stop me once I'd continued so I could stew in embarrassment at having gone too far.

But she said nothing until I was naked. "In the bag. Your purse too."

When I'd finished, I found myself still standing, totally naked in front of this woman. "You are to remain in this room except when directed. There's a nightgown in the dresser: go get it."

The top drawer had the nightgown as well as what looked like a change of underwear. I brought the nightgown back to the woman, Karen. It was light pink, otherwise as plain as a hospital gown though thankfully it was pull-over, and I could see it would be about mid-thigh in length. "You can sleep in the nightgown and wear it when you go to the bathroom. You may wear it in the room any time you are not expected to prepare for something that requires other dress. An outfit is provided for when you come to public functions. You'll find it in the closet. Leave the nightgown on the bed and get it."

I did as she directed. In the closet was a single dark plaid skirt and a white blouse. It looked like schoolgirl clothes. Somehow I guessed all the women guests would be wearing the same. "Put it back and come here," she said. "In the dresser you will find underpants and a tee-shirt to wear with the skirt and blouse and in the closet is a pair of shoes. Get me the item in the second drawer of the dresser."

I did so. The item was a stick, made of something like bamboo only it was flexible. As I came back, she had moved the suitcase and the bag by the wall next to the door. "Lie face down, sideways across the bed," she said.

I felt my breath intake. The moment was here. Obviously I should know this was coming, but somehow I'd managed to convince myself that it wasn't a certainty. Of course in retrospect I could see I was merely fooling myself, perhaps to help convince myself to go through with it all. I glanced at Karen and saw impatience on her face. Then, still nervous, I obeyed.

She spoke: "I feel it is best that you know from the start what you are in for. Thus I will make no effort toward any sort of gradual introduction. Quite the opposite, we'll start at a severe level. Are you ready?"

"Yes Ma'am," I said, my voice breaking from the fear I felt.

"Always call me Karen," she said, sounding almost angry.

"Yes, Karen."

"I'll start with five."

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