The Retreat Ch. 02 by Hypnocultist

“At your service”

Violet felt her body numbly move into the ordered pose. Her feet were close together, but not touching, parallel to each other. Her body was standing straight up with her head facing straight ahead. It was a pose almost exactly like “attention” except her hands were placed, open palm, one on top of the other, over her pussy.

James sat on the foot of the bed watching violet move slower and slower over the last several hours. By his guess it was probably around three am, if not a little earlier than that. Violet was already tired and her body was showing it, her eyelids drooped and he could see her mind tripping over things she knew a few hours ago.

“Humble”

Violet slid down to the floor and laid flat on her tummy. She was shocked as soon as her tummy touched the floor, her body locked up and the hot electricity shot through her body, tensing her muscles involuntarily. She cried out through the pain, and even though she was tired to the point of passing out, the hot electricity coursing through her body woke her up and her eyes shot open as she tried to move through the pain as drool and some snot shot from her mouth and nose as she tried to correct her mistake.

James shook his head, “violet, violet, violet, what you’re doing is ‘floor’, I wanted ‘humble’. Humble is where you’re on your knees. Your legs are spread so that your knees line up just outside your hips. Your back is level and straight and your upper body is resting on your elbows and forearms with your hands crossed over at the wrists, just past your head, so when I look down directly over your head, I see your hands and all five fingers separated and spread out from each other.”

The shock stopped and Violet was able to breathe again. She didn’t bother to speak. The last time she had spoken she had gotten a shock for her troubles. Instead, she pushed herself up onto her knees and made her back level and settled into the correct humble pose. She was so tired. The shock had given her a jolt but now that she wasn’t being shocked, her body was slipping back into numbness and her mind was drifting as she tried to not fall asleep in her current pose.

“kneel”

Violet pushed herself up onto her knees, slid her knees together and rested her hands, palms down on her thighs. She looked straight ahead but her eyelids were closing by themselves. She had never been so exhausted before.

“Good girl,” James said as he pushed himself up from the bed and went to stand next to her, softly petting her head. His fingers slid through her hair, gently massaging her scalp. He watched her eye lids droop down with the calming sensation of his pets on her head and hair. When her eyes closed, he pet her for another minute or two.

“Inspection!” He spoke clearly and forcefully.

The word cut through her sleep and she jumped awake, startled that she had fallen asleep. She jumped to her feet, her legs spreading at just shoulder width apart, as her arms flew up to lace her fingers behind the back of her head as she breathed heavily, trying to recover from being startled awake so suddenly.

James stood in front of her with his hands clasped behind his back. His steel blue eyes studied her as they slid down her body, inspecting her from toes to fingernails to her hair.

“Very good violet. It’s time you went to the bathroom and cleaned up. It’s time to start the new day.”

Violet’s head swan through the fog of exhaustion as she slowly realized just what he was saying, “but I, I haven’t slept at all.” The fact that she wasn’t shocked for speaking barely registered in her mind.

“Yes, you did. You went to sleep just now, didn’t you? Without permission, I might add. Most times that would get you a punishment, but it’s only your second day, so we’ll over look that little mistake.” He stood over her as his hand reached up and softly cupped her chin and rubbed at her cheek tenderly. “Now go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, you’ll find everything you need there, marked with your name. Do not bring anything back here to this room. Do you own anything?”

The question seeped through her mind as she tried to make her mind work, her thoughts heavy and muddled. Trying to think was like trying to walk through knee deep mud.

“No, I don’t have any possessions,” Violet was finally able to answer.

James smiled warmly, “Good girl, now go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. Don’t forget to shower and do your hair and makeup. You must always strive to look your best, even when we feel anything but, from being tired and feeling like crap. Do you understand?”

“yes” Violet mechanically answered she was operating on pure instinct just trying not to pass out and fall over.

“Good girl, you may leave now.”

Violet started to walk out the door as her shoulder hit the hall and she bounced off it, almost falling over as she walked through the doorway.

“Oh, and violet,” Violet turned around slowly trying to stay on her feet. “You only have forty minutes. Do try not to be late.”

Violet almost yelled in protest that forty minutes wasn’t enough time, but that just would have taken too much energy. She didn’t have the energy to protest, so she turned around and hurried as best she could down the hallway towards the bathroom she had been shown yesterday on the way to her room. She stopped and mentally corrected herself, the room, she must remember that she didn’t have any possessions here. No, that wasn’t right, she did have possessions, she had her apartment and her things inside it, her career and her accomplishments. It was just here that she had to say she didn’t own anything. It was just two weeks, she could play along for two weeks, no matter if they tried to keep her awake the whole time.

She walked into the bathroom with a renewed sense of self and determination to see this two-week trial through. She took in the bathroom and looked around. The place was immaculate and shiny. The sinks were clean and the stainless-steel fixtures looked like they had been cleaned and dried only a few minutes ago. She could she her reflection perfectly in each of the faucet surfaces. Along the wall she found a shelving unit that had neat baskets with various names in them. She couldn’t see any rhyme or reason to the placement of the baskets and it took her a minute or two to find the basket with her name on it.

Inside she found floss, a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, body scrubbing pad, hairbrush, and a small makeup pallet. None of the products were generic, these were premium items that were not cheap. Sensing that she had taken up too much time admiring the quality of the items that were labeled under her name, she hurried to the shower and washed her hair. With one hand she washed her hair, with the other she brushed her teeth. Feeling the warm water wash over her tired muscles and sooth her scalp she let her eyes close for just a moment and enjoy the wonderful feeling of getting clean. After she was done brushing her teeth, she threw some conditioner in her hair and let it sit while she scrubbed her body down. Then she rinsed her whole body off, hair to feet at one time.

She hurried along the wet floor to the sink and flossed and then brushed out her hair as she dried herself with a clean towel that was sitting in a tall slender shelf next to the one with the toiletry baskets. She brushed out her hair and put it into a ponytail with a hair tie that she found in her basket. She almost left the bathroom with the towel still wrapped around herself. She was much more awake now than when she first came into the bathroom and putting her basket neatly back onto the shelf where she got it from, she dropped the wet towel into a towel bin next the shelf with the clean towels.

Being nude in her bedroom… the bedroom, was one thing. But being nude waking down hallways where anyone could see her, that was something she was not used to. She had to force herself to not sprint down the hallway back to the room, but she did need to hurry. Not because she was ashamed of being nude, but because she worried about not being on time. She would be so glad when she was back home and she didn’t have to worry about these stupid time limits and being accountable to someone else as to how much time she took in the bathroom of all things.

She hurried into the room and stood back next to the wall where she had spent hours learning and perfecting her poses. James nodded to her, but didn’t say anything. He glanced down at his watch and smiled.

“Very good violet, thirty-eight minutes. I’m impressed.”

Violet found herself smiling at the praise, she felt her cheeks warm as she knew she was blushing.

“I bet you feel much better now? Felling clean and ready to start the new day?” James asked cheerfully.

“Yes, I feel much better now thank you. I wouldn’t mind some sleep though,” Violet replied.

“Oh no, no time for that now. No, no, no we have way too much to do today to waste time on something so frivolous as sleep,” James said kindly.

Violet almost protested. She felt her mouth open but then slowly close as she nodded instead.

James watched her and a look of disappointment covered his features, “violet, since I did not specifically put you back into a pose, I will let that little transgression of you moving go, this time. If I, or the person in charge of you, doesn’t put you in a specific pose, you can assume the ‘wait’ pose. And follow all the rules that we went over yesterday. And what did I say about nodding and other nonverbal forms of communication while you are in a pose?”

Violet felt like a child, that she would forget something that they had gone over so many times yesterday. “While in a pose, I am only allowed to speak, and then only speak enough words to respond appropriately to a question asked directly to me.”

James smiled, “Good girl, let’s try to remember that from now on.” James smiled warmly and stood up off the bed, “I’ve got a little present for you.”

Violet felt strange upon hearing that, happy? Excited? She was tired, though the shower did wonders to remove a lot of her weariness, she had no idea what sort of a present James might have for her.