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I thought about how much different I must look, with my head and body completely shaved, and with a collar locked around my neck and a steel ring around my cock and balls. What ever her name is, I thought, she is now Mistress Stella to me—at least until I can find some way to get out of this rediculous situation I find myself in. Stella Smith’, if that’s what her name really is. As I continued to lather the rest of my body, I began to think about all that had taken place since I first was ushered into the office of ‘Ms. It felt very strange to feel only bare scalp there. "Yes, Mistress." As she left the room, I availed myself of the toilet, then removed my ankle and wrist straps—I could not remove my collar, because it was secured by the little padlock—and turned on the shower. "No, you may not! I have told you previously, so far as you are concerned, there is no privacy here. "You will not close this door without my permission, Arch!" Mistress scolded. Immediately the door was opened behind me. "Yes, Mistress." I went directly to the bathroom, closing the door. I will be back for you in a little while." There is work to be done, and your training must continue. "Now, slave Arch, it’s time for you to get yourself cleaned up. Sleeping on the bed would be so much more comfortable than on the thin pad in that cage. "Not unless we need to refresh your obedience training lessons, li’l one," she replied. "No more sleeping in the doggie cage, Mistress?" I asked. She told me that, provided I remained as obedient as I had been that day, I would not have to be a puppy dog any more, at least not for the present. After I finished cleaning Mistress’ pussy from our delightful session on the big brass bed, she seemed very pleased with me.