At least Petra was understanding and didn't get angry. But I still had to work.

We then got a little more from the leftovers in the cold storage before we left.

I had to help Petra get changed into my room. It wasn't much. It was more about teaching me the standards. I'd rather keep that to myself...I understood.

In my room, I immediately fell into bed...but Petra immediately pulled me out by my hair. Oh yeah...it's her bed now?

Yes, that too...but we weren't finished yet.

Among other things, I'm Petra's foot slave. Yes, Petra desperately needed it. She was constantly walking around barefoot, and they were very calloused.

My first lesson.

Petra guided me.

Moisten and soak the calluses with my mouth. It took half an hour. It didn't all have to be done right away; we'll be spending many more hours on this. Today, the outer front ball of the foot first, a little something to get used to.

After the calluses were thoroughly soaked, slowly and gently scrape them off with the lower row of teeth – preferably from the side.

And swallow everything obediently!

At the end, I was allowed to suck the dirt out from under her big toenails with the tip of my tongue.

Petra, as always, was dissatisfied with the work, but postponed the slaps until the next morning when she woke up.

She sent me to brush my teeth, then I was allowed to snuggle up in her bed. No, nothing else. We cuddled and fell asleep together.

I shouldn't have reminded Mistress Petra this morning that I was still getting slaps from last night. Can anyone be that stupid?

I got five slaps for my poor work, and another three for reminding her of my poor work.

You always have to look on the bright side...at least the slaps reminded me to keep my mouth shut.

The morning exercise was very intense again. Petra was right in some ways. There's a difference between building muscle with supplements and a bit of gym time and actually exercising and working out. The hangover from the mask from the last two days was already severe, but Petra went about it very convincingly.

For breakfast, I had to sit in the corner again, but this time without the chains. I thought I knew what to do...sit there like a pile of shit, stare at the floor, and be silent. But that wasn't quite right. Master Li reminded me to stand up straight.

Otherwise, a quiet day. We did various chores around the house. Around 5 p.m. we went to our room. We washed ourselves—this time with soap—and put on miniskirts and shoes. Simple, very light sneakers; they had been provided outside the door with the miniskirts. We also wore two very pretty necklaces, more jewelry than practical.

We had guests for dinner. Wearing only shoes and a miniskirt, I felt even more naked than before, completely naked. We had to serve. When we arrived, the guests greeted us with exclamations of joy, which was very embarrassing. But the company was very civil, with no derogatory remarks. We were just sexy servants. It got very late; around 11 p.m., the last guests left the room.

Actually, we should have cleaned up and done the kitchen afterward, like yesterday. But because it was so late, Master Li generously dismissed us. I received my first compliment from him. Although my service was untrained, I was generally satisfactory.

The shift begins tomorrow as planned. Wake up at 4 a.m. for morning exercise with Petra. Even though things were going better, I was completely exhausted. I desperately needed a break. She explained to me that this is how slave training works: We're driven to the brink of exhaustion, thus belittled. And then kept belittled until this state becomes normal. But she relented, saying I need more time. So, there's no morning exercise tomorrow. Instead, she wants to see better performance at work tomorrow.