I must have dozed for a little bit as when I woke with a start, the usual white piece of paper was on the table. I slid off the sofa in a most ungraceful way and tugging my robe around me I opened the folded paper out, "Stay out of the Office Wing this evening. Do not enter. The MASTER is conducting business. Also stay out of the Main Dining Room. Get your food and anything else you need directly from the kitchen. Take the dog for a long walk around the estate. Do not forget...the Security System is ARMED. Be aware that your tantrum over the clothes has been noted. Take the backpack."

Looking at the weather I shivered again and noticed that someone had removed my messy, dirty clothes where I had thrown them. My hand shook a little and I cursed myself out loud and at some length for my own stupidity as I threw the paper into the bin. Then naturally it was time to decide what to wear. Flinging open the closet door, or rather the only one that would open, I groaned out loud. Inside was a battered pair of leather boots, faded girlie blue jeans and a ridiculously big, faded, checked pattern farmers shirt. I was tempted to slam the door shut but I was too frightened to do so.

After leaving my robe on the bed, I slipped into plain panties and a bra and then pulled the jeans on fastening the plain belt around me and then I tucked the huge (but surprisingly warm shirt in). Then a quick spray of the light perfume (this seemed to make the big dog full of energy - I guess he linked it with going out) and then I pulled on the huge oversized hooded top. I hoisted the girlie Nike backpack onto one shoulder noting the wide reflective stripes on it. Automatically, I clipped his lead to my bracelet and off we went.

Once the door to the path had snicked shut I realised that the wind had dropped but the rain was still lashing down. Well a chore was still a chore and I could remember vividly both Ms. Nora's words and Subs cattleprod. As I walked round the grounds carefully following the path, I came to a garage full of expensive cars. Gotta be honest, I was feeling curious when a voice stopped me cold, "Careful Missy...the security system is armed and you shouldn't be getting to close". I spun round and two of the Masters staff stood there. "Umm....okay.....thanks for the advice."

As I walked back towards the main path I heard one of them say out loud and very deliberately, "Hell...look at the ass on that sissy." Blushing with embarrassment I kept walking head down only to hear one of them say, again very loudly, "Well, I bet she's a great cock sucker too...that's got to be her qualification for getting the job". With their taunts ringing in my ears, the dog and I walked on further until at some distance from the house we came to a set of steps that led to a heavy smooth metal door with a single latch. Standing totally still, I was positive that I could hear soft cries for help from behind the door.

Weirdly, the door was marked in the usual black but there was no tell-tale keypad or heavy paint marking warning me to keep away. Brushing away some leaves I sat down to ponder my next move when I noticed the door was on a simple latch and that the big dog was obviously expecting me to go through it. Feeling very scared, I could hear my heart racing as I pulled the door open and walked through. After holding my breath, I realised nothing had happened. I stepped back outside. Rummaging in the bag I could find nothing useful. Hmm...I re-entered the room this tme leaving the door wide open.

This gave me enough light to see a dimly lit switch on the near wall. Pressing it, thin beams of light came from spotlights in the roof and I could feel the chill of the cold, empty tiled room. Breathing a little easier I walked up to a door in the far wall and pulled it open.

The sight that met my eyes was amazing. In front of me, chained up was a man. He was totally nude and totally immobilised. Blushing I realised his cock and balls were clearly visible and he seemed to have been crying a little too.