A cleaning slave receives extensive training at various stations in the strict ladies' education facility to become familiar with all of the duties of a cleaning slave.
All slave work, from being a nude cleaner to a house slave, is required of newcomers who want to work for the strict ladies.
The dominant women then choose which task the cleaning slave will be given.
The slave narrative of Freddy the cleaning pig is as follows.
Because Freddy was a useless slave who only ever had lust in his mind, he entered the slave-training facility.
But at the time, his mistress demanded that he serve some purpose.
Freddy the cleaning pig was completely helpless and useless when cleaning, cooking, and cleaning up because he had only ever lived with his mother.
His mistress sent him to the strict ladies' school of education in order to make this change.
He spent five days living and working there in secret, learning all the duties of a cleaning slave from the ladies of the house, and receiving strict training to become a house slave.
His mother had packed his suitcase for him because he had told her he had to go on a business trip, and he showed up on the scheduled day with it.
Numerous shirts, pants, and underwear were folded neatly inside, along with his bathroom bag.
His suitcase was taken by the front desk maid.
Little did he know that this would be the last time he would see his suitcase before he left the house, so he was embarrassed that she wanted to carry his luggage.
A second maid entered, took his coat, and forced him to wait in the basement after leading him down a few steps.
Lady A was stern.
who he had already written to to sign up for training as a cleaning slave appeared.
She had him sign a few papers stating that he had come here voluntarily and that everything was done at his own risk.
She then calmly uttered:.
get dressed anew.
Freddy, the cleaning pig, was astounded by what he had heard.
He naturally followed Lady A's strict orders, though.
ordered him to do.
Freddy was way too fat and not particularly attractive, so she cast disapproving glances in the direction of his naked body.
Freddy was ashamed of his obesity and his nakedness because you could hardly see the tiny little cock beneath the chubby belly.
The strict Lady A suggested that you take a look at our slimming program.
and then pushed him down the stairs in front of her.
There were several cells in a vaulted room.
There were 6 total, but only 2 of the cells appeared to be currently occupied by inmates. Freddy, the cleaning pig, pondered whether or not he ought to begin cleaning here before experiencing a terrible shock from the strict Lady A. pushed him inside a cell after unlocking it. An apron was available.
When your training as a cleaning slave begins, you will be picked up, so put them on.
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Afterward, she vanished.
Freddy quickly put on his apron, sat down on the bare bunk, and gradually began to suspect that this cell would be his home for the upcoming few days.
Day 1: Dusting and floor cleaning.
The receptionist's maid arrived, unlocked his cell, put a collar around his neck, fastened a chain to it, and then pulled Freddy, the cleaning pig, behind her.
He noticed her stunning legs and sexy ass as he stumbled up the stairs after her, and as if the maid had eyes on her from behind, she increased the pulling on his neck to the point where he almost fell.
She handed the chain to the strict Lady A as she led him into a large library.
and waited while standing in a corner. Lady A. Freddy was given a feather duster and instructed to dust the book rows. In order to accomplish this, he had to repeatedly climb a book ladder, and he felt humiliated that the two women could openly gaze at his hanging bottom. Freddy wasn't very athletic, so at first it was simple to dust, but his arms soon grew heavy.
He soon became exhausted, and he moved more slowly.
He was on the ladder when a whip suddenly hissed onto his naked bottom.
The strict Lady A said, "You're about to fall asleep, hurry up a little, there are still a lot of shelves.".
and yelled at him.
Freddy tried, and after what seemed like an eternity, he eventually controlled half the room.
Freddy heard his stomach grumble as the maid brought him some water to drink.
In his office job, he had never been physically as taxed.
He was famished.
Lady A, however, is stern.
He was only allowed to rest for a brief period of time and was still required to swing the feather duster.
When he was finally finished, nightfall was approaching outside.
At least he believed he was finished.
The maid then brought him the strict Lady A, a bucket, and a cleaning rag.
wished that he would also mop the floor.
The room must have been 100m2, but the marble floor was lovely.
Freddy, the cleaning pig, complied when she yelled at him once more, "On your knees!".
Randomly scrubbing the floor, he soon lost track of whether he had previously mopped this area or not.
In a last-ditch effort, he restarted but this time with a plan and centered himself on the marble tiles.
He had no idea that cleaning work required so much physical exertion and, moreover, brainpower.
He was perspiring a lot, and the sweat kept spilling onto the floor, giving him frequent whiplashes as he attempted to wipe the area again.
Freddy struggled with the floor and his strength for hours because he hadn't eaten anything else today besides breakfast, and it was late at night when the maid finally gave up and stopped bringing him new buckets of water.
When he was finished, Lady A remained silent.
Not a single word of praise.
He was only returned to the chain by the maid, and as he followed her into his cell, he was completely defenseless.
A bowl of soup and two sandwiches were present, and Freddy the cleaning pig snatched them up without delay.
He fell asleep dreamlessly on his bunk after hearing snoring in the cell next to him because he was exhausted.
Doing the laundry on Day 2.
When the cell door opened, Freddy, the cleaning pig, was still asleep.
The maid pushed him off the bunk without saying anything.
He stumbled sleepily behind her while she threw him into a shared shower where two other slaves were already submerged.
Get clean, you stink.
She commanded him, "Don't speak to the others!".
Freddy washed himself under the abrasive stream of soap while the water was ice cold and he was instantly wide awake.
He stealthily scans the others, but he is afraid to approach them because the maid is watching them.
While the other, a well-built Latino, tried to make eye contact with the maid, the skinny guy kept looking down.
After ten minutes, she turned off the water, gave them a towel, and instructed them to put their aprons back on, but she was still staring at the clock like a robot.
They were then each individually picked up.
In hopes of landing a less physically taxing job today, Freddy the cleaning pig could still feel all his bones and muscles from yesterday.
a waste.
Freddy ended up in the laundry room because a cleaning slave's duties included doing laundry.
The maid told him how to sort the laundry and how to read the laundry marks on the clothes as a huge mountain of laundry needed to be cleaned.
She spoke to Freddy, but he found it difficult to concentrate because of her attractive cleavage.
Due to his partial memory of it, he struggled to sort the laundry in front of the imperious governess M.
when she arrived.
The governess M.
yelled at the maid and questioned whether she had correctly explained it to Freddy, but after being struck on the hands with the cane, Freddy yelled out:.
I'm at fault.
He would later come to regret it, as the tyrannical governess M.
pulled up his apron, smacked his bottom so hard it burned and hurt, placed him over his knee, and then pulled it up again.
After beating him out of his body with her briefly rising lust, she let him go when he was barely able to breathe due to the pain.
He sorted the clothes now while paying close attention and taking the maid's repeated corrections.
He finally gathered five heaps, which he should now place in the washing machines.
There were four of them.
Never having used a washing machine before was Freddy the cleaning pig.
The imperial governess M.
saw this and laughed aloud at him.
Freddy was pleased when he finally got all the washing machines up and running after the maid once more gave him tutoring in washing.
Freddy went to the sink, added washing powder, and started manually scrubbing nylons, lingerie, and negligees as there was still a mountain of hand washing to be done.
He was in good spirits but his buttocks were aching.
He recoiled as the cane abruptly struck his hands.
Freddy started working more slowly and carefully after the terrifying governess yelled at him, "Handle it gently! It's delicate fabric!" By the time he was finished, all of the pieces had been washed and hung up neatly.
Even though the laundry from the washing machine was not placed correctly on the line, he had at least made it through laundry day.
In his cell, soup and bread were once more available, but the night passed restlessly because he was unsure of how to properly lie on his sore bottom.
Day 3: Work in the kitchen.
When the maid picked him up, took him to the bathroom, and then took him upstairs to the kitchen, Freddy was already awake.
Oh my, Freddy the cleaning pig had two left hands for kitchen tasks.
Despite his intense desire to become a servant spirit to his mistress as a house slave, he felt most uncomfortable in the kitchen.
He was given a kitchen scraper by the maid, and he followed the chef's strict instructions.
He had a massive pile of potatoes to peel.
The stern boss C.
repeatedly.
showed him how to maneuver the scraper, but the potatoes only had a very thin layer of skin removed.
The chef C arrived last.
just gave up and stated:.
Then you simply sit until late at night.
Peeling potatoes must be done on all of them.
With the scraper, Freddy severely cut his fingers, and the tough boss C gave him a band-aid.
scolded and abused him to encourage him.
But it was of no use.
He wasn't surprised that Freddy, the cleaning pig, had to visit the strict Lady A because he was simply no light in the kitchen.
to punish him for not finishing the day's mountain of potatoes.
He was properly spanked while she had him restrained to the punishment box.
Now his burning buttocks tore open and started to bleed.
Lady A, however, is stern.
had no sympathy.
When Freddy, the cleaning pig, was taken to his cell, he sobbed in agony and found it difficult to fall asleep once more.
Freddy thought about quitting his house slave training because that particular day had been a complete failure.
Day 4: Clean up the stable.
The following morning, he felt a little better, and the maid gave him some ointment to rub on his bottom's sore spots after he took a shower.
After that, the pain subsided, and he allowed the maid to lead him to his subsequent slave job—mucking out the stable.
The prospect of this job gave Freddy the cleaning pig courage because he had a thing for mud and dirt.
Miss G is the person sporting a peasant outfit.
She showed up carrying a pitchfork.
Of course Freddy thought he'd get these to clean out, but no, the savage Mistress G.
She was carrying a pitchfork to frighten him off.
In order to distribute fresh straw throughout the stables, Freddy, the cleaning pig, had to scoop the dung out of the stables with his hands.
Freddy was obviously at ease with this slave job, even though it was a revolting situation.
He bravely grabbed the shit of the cows, pigs, and the ferocious Mistress G while quickly shoveling the manure out of the stable with his two large hands.
didn't even need to stick the tip of her pitchfork into his buttocks.
Even though all of Freddy's muscles were now aching, perhaps the fear of it caused him to work quickly.
He had cleaned out the stable before the end of the day, sweating, covered in manure, and smelling like a pig himself.
the intimidating Mistress G.
Freddy, the cleaning pig, was pleased and uttered a murmur that appeared to be "good, well done.".
He was given the opportunity to take a shower before bed as a reward—or perhaps because he smelled like a filthy pig—and this helped to ease his muscle pains, allowing him to sleep soundly that night.
Day 5: Clean the windows and bid farewell.
The maid visited him in his cell on the final day of his slave training and sent him to take a shower; however, he was not allowed to put his apron back on afterward.
She drew him into the spacious drawing room, which had floor to ceiling windows on three sides, while still naked.
Dreamy, with elegant furniture and a throne fit for a mistress, it was a room.
Once more seated there was Strict Lady A. The maid turned Freddy the cleaning pig around for her before she ordered him to clean the windows while still unclothed.
When Freddy climbed the ladder to clean the window, he was horrified to discover that the residents of the building across the street could see him clearly. Feeling humiliated, he attempted to pinch his tail to clean, but realized right away that he couldn't. Lady A with strictures.
The room reverberated with laughter from.
As a nude cleaner, he was somehow excited by the situation, making it even harder for him to find the balance between excitement, shame, and the task at hand when cleaning windows.
In the end, he was forced to submit to Lady A and the circumstances.
and wash the windows, insisted with a stern voice.
Since he had obviously never done this before, his initial attempts left streaky residue, and he had to clean the windows numerous times before they actually shone without streaks in the sun.
When he was ready to get dressed in the late afternoon, the opulent housekeepers had already gathered in the drawing room to present him with his certificate, which stated that he had completed the training to become a cleaning slave.
He proudly held the certificate in his hands as he left the home of the strict ladies.
He liked the name they gave him in the certificate, Fre
ddy, the cleaning pig, especially because he had done a particularly good job in the pigsty.
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