Part 2 - My capture and new uniform

We walked out of the room, me following Jason as he guided me on the leash...

Outside was bright, I looked down as my eyes adjusted, seeing my naked legs in white sneakers stepping. I must've slowed and felt a tug on my neck, pulling me forward as I fell down. I looked up finally to see, oh my God, there were other people around! Jason began walking slowly while I sat, dumbfounded, until the leash pulled me off balance, pulling my neck out, I stumbled and used all of my strength to stand up again and catch up, so as to not be dragged across the pavement.

There were several women out and about. A couple walking here, a couple talking there. Two girls were playing frisbee in the distance. They were all dressed the same as me. White bra, white thong, white socks, white sneakers. We passed two girls being lead on leashes by much bigger men. The girls looked in our direction and began yelling "Hi Mr. Jason!" They smiled and waved enthusiastically.

"Where are we going?" I ask, a bit more timidly now.

"To your dorm room. We have everything you need here so you don't have to leave the compound. That little building there is the classroom, your training and education will take place there." He is proudly pointing out the small buildlings, some just one room, but fairly newly constructed. "That one over there is the cafeteria. Oh! That right there is the fitness center, you see, you have to stay in tip top shape for your Master, as well as your guests. And there is the salon - you will need to visit every day. No more looking like a slob, that won't fly here."

I spotted a young woman that looked familiar walking into the dorm ahead of us. Could it be? "That's Gretchen" Jason said proudly. She was wearing red heels, black 'boy-short' panties, and a lacey black bra. Gretchen was a famous feminist and progressive climate activist. I recognized her from instagram, she had not posted anything in months. "She's graduating! She's done so well. Her spot is one of the ones you will be taking." Gretchen walked into a room where a short, fat, bald man was waiting. She knelt to her knees. He unlocked her collar, which she took off slowly placed into her two open palms, and held up to him, smiling. The door closed and we walked on.

The dorm reminded me of college. We walked down a hallway past rooms, one girl was going in to her room when she spotted us. "Hi Mr. Jason!" She smiled and nervously held her small hands in front of her. "Hi Gabby." He said, slapping her ass as we passed. I looked at her, she giggled, smiled, and turned to her room.

Finally, I stood in my room. A basic room with a bed, a chair and desk, a dresser, and a full size mirror.

"I know it's a lot to take in, just get some rest sweetie, your new life begins tomorrow ok?" he unclasped my leash.

The door abruptly shuts. I stand, in the middle of the room. Motionless. Maybe I will wake up now. Yeah, I'll wake up any minute. I lay on the bed. Tears form in my eye, I let out a sob and begin crying quietly. Where are my husband and son? I kick off my shoes and fall asleep in my uniform.

Lights. "Wake up!" For a split second I thought Brian was bringing me coffee, before my heart sank. Reality hit me like a brick wall.

"I do recommend you eat your breakfast. We deliver it to your room on your first day." Jason stood by the doorway as a petite flat-chested girl in the white 'uniform' set the tray on my desk and left. I was absolutely starving. The food was surprisingly good, and I wolfed it down. "That's a good girl!"

"I need to use the restroom." I said, devoid of emotion.

"Understood sweetie, follow me" he said, clasping the leash to my collar. I put on my shoes and followed him out of my room. I was dirty, tired, and unkempt. Worse yet, I was wearing sneakers, socks, a thong, and a bra. I was terrified to leave my room like this - my adjustment to it had faded and I was shocked and embarrassed again to be seen. "This is the bathroom, Kayla will take care of you there. I"ll be back for you soon."

I walk in to meet Kayla standing just inside the door, adjusting her hair in the mirror. Jason handed off my leash to her before leaving. She was slightly tan with brown hair in a ponytail. She was tall and athletic, wearing white sneakers and socks, black panties and a black bra. "Hi sweetie! Aw, you must be Steph. We'll make sure you are taken care of here ok?" her voice was entirely too bubbly. She led me to a toilet stall and opened the door. I walked in to the tiny stall and turned to shut the door, but she was walking in too. She shut the door behind her, still holding my leash. "It's ok sweetie, go ahead and potty. I"ll be right here." I stood confused, but had to go. I pulled down my thong, revealing the full size of my embarrassing bush, and sat on the toilet. My face was inches away from Kaylas panties and belly in the tiny stall. I didn't' realize how immaculate her body was until now. She had large breasts and a thick bottom and a 6 pack. She checks her nails, picks at one, and checks again. I sit too scared to say anything on the toilet. I feel humiliated.

The sound of urine splashing into the toilet fills the quiet room.

I wipe and pull up the thong. "Good girl!" Kayla says, leading me out into the shower area. "Let's get you cleaned up sweetheart."

I stripped off my clothes next to an open shower room. Kayla grabbed the shower head off the mount and held it, warming the water up and spraying me once ready. She re-mounted it and squeezed body wash into her hands from the wall. "Close your eyes sweet girl" she held up her soapy hands. I did. I closed my eyes and my mind instantly thought I was asleep. I was dreaming. None of this mattered. None of this was real.

Her hands met my cheeks and brushed soap across my face and head. My mind was so convinced of the absurdity, I relaxed into the shower dream.

Her hands brushed the soap down my neck, onto my breasts. She squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I awoke suddenly from the dream into the twisted reality again, flinching away from her. Kayla giggled, "lighten up sweetie! We're just playing around! Now turn around." I hesitated, but she grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, facing the wall. She rubbed her soapy hands down my back and into my ass crack, moving her other hand around to my belly and down. She pulled herself in close to me and talked quietly into my ear "Trust me sweet girl, you do not want to be dirty for them." She pressed a finger along my vagina.

I looked back at her, what did she mean? She must've seen the terror on my face since she backed off with her hands and grabbed the shower head again to rinse me off.

She handed me a towel afterwards to dry and told me I did good, to hang in there.

Jason had just come in as I was getting my clothes back on and my leash was handed over to him.

"Well well well! You look slightly less like a disgusting troll! Let's get you to the salon."