Walking in, in a rush, Madam Cloe yelled, "Come girls. We have a temporary assignment. New trainees are the easiest to assign at short notice, so I'm sorry for the rush, but we have need for three straightway. It will be like this for awhile until you are well into training. New girls are just easier to shuffle into quick needs, and besides, that's often how the households use their servants as well. Good training, all. Hurry along. Hurry, hurry. Don't forget your fingers and pursed lips; no straying eyes! No noises to upset the household. Good sissies just react and make themselves quickly useful."

We were given a hurried moment alone in an off bathroom to freshen up, do our constitution and teeth, my first luxury other than the leisurely hair drying in months, though it was a brief couple of minutes in the midst of our rush. Then it was back to hurrying, marched through what must have been several service halls, them unadorned by more than studs and pipes, but clearly back of the wall to some sort of much better apportioned rooms.

Near the end was a bin, out of which the Mistress took some wiry metal contraptions and set each into our mouths. Like braces, one wire worked over my outside top gum and the other fit over both the inside and outside of my bottom gum as well. Once in place, the braces nearly vanished behind lips. Madam Cloe opened our jaws wider with a few twists of a screwdriver, as if we were all at some sort of dentist device, which I suppose we might have been.

Next, a second screw was cranked, this one moving the bottom set of wires outward, giving us each two inches of severe underbite. It was quite a strain, taking some getting used to and definitely humiliating. The whole deal reminded me of pictures I'd seen of women in one African tribe who had a custom of putting rings in their bottom lips that made their lower jaw stick out like some sort of cup holder. I looked at my fellow maid companions, knowing how ridiculous we all must look as we stood, being manipulated, with fingers clasped in front as instructed earlier, not a rebellious bone among us. Then a thick, stiff and four inch tall collar was put around our necks, making us stiff as boards for heads and sort of have to look up forty-five degrees or so. To that, the Mistress attached a pair of non-pointed hooks into our nostrils and stretched the rubber bands they were connected to over our new hairdos, latching the bands to the back of our collars.

Bottom lip jutting, and nose yanked up like a pigs snouts, I was the first to be shown the tiny door about navel level in one wall. She bid me to kneel, and then shoved my head through the opening, closing each side of the circular panels bracing the opening so that my neck was sealed into the wall. From the sound, she padlocked the door sealed. Amazingly, my head was inside of some sort of meeting room. My body was banished, knees on concrete floor, a slight breeze and very vulnerable feeling.

A thick, polished rectangular table dominated the room, along with its eight staid, years of polish chairs. I was at one end, nearest a closed oak door, between seats side one and door end one. Up front at the other end of the table, a conference phone sat, along with some sort of small, conveniently at hand audio-visual screen. Coasters sat in a tiny coaster tray.

Next thing I knew, another ten inch square opening happened in the same wall down along my side, but at the far end of the table. One of my companion's heads was shoved through. He looked frightened, and then surprised to be in a small conference room, sort of with me. It struck me that the neck-brace matched the wall, making us seamless right up to the head. Then, two minutes later, another small hole opened across on the opposite wall, dead center to the broad table. So, there were to be two of us along this wall, and one of him middling opposite; kind of an odd, but workable symmetry.

Madam Cloe came into the room after a delay, four glasses in hand. She was guiding a tall maid who brought in a pitcher of iced water and a vase of flowers. This maid looked well smoothed out in complexion, almost as good as me, but with slight tale-tell male signatures to her bends as she worked, I realized. The male maid definitely showed no sign of recognizing us or of his own personality, unlike the rather rudely forward behavior of the hairdressers. We were either not her concern, or common. Was that what they had in mind for us, I wondered, simple, mindless service? And, of course, why were we common, though feeling so oddly disposed?

Our hair was fluffed by Madam Cloe as if we were floral arrangements. The fluffing hid most of the rubber band holding our now tender snouts. She left the hair over our eyes a bit, and through my curls I could see the effect on my two co-heads. Though quite different in the flesh, we all had a sort of impersonal look about us, bimbo hair that half covered our faces, the faces actually beginning at pig snouts and then all bottom lip; we were flesh, but nearly not human looking in a way.

Even speaking would be a problem, though I doubted it permitted, and Madam Cloe set that straight just before she left by sternly warning, "There are to be some meetings today, and thus the need for the services of some sissies. I don't know who has scheduled the room, nor is it my business. It certainly isn't yours and anything you hear in here will not be processed in your tiny brains. Understood?"

Three heads nodded as best the neck braces would allow.

"I'll call for the maximum punishment allowed for a new girl if any of you as much as speaks a sentence prior to your release from this duty, or regarding the subject of any meeting. The first lesson a maid must learn is to not listen in on family or company conversations, so consider this instructive."

There it was again, another first lesson. Mistresses didn't need to be good at counting, I understood.

"You do understand the punishment for any movement other than tongue, tonsils or the common and non-communicative blink?"

We nodded, not knowing, but making horrible guesses.

"Oh yes, I'd forgotten. Six month confinement on a two foot chain with rations of one can of dog food per day, that's for blatant insubordination, and of course, Femworld does not make money on your labor if you are so confined; thus it is frowned upon when a girl bothers us with the need to make you into a tax write-off."

I swallowed hard, wondering what it meant to be a tax write-off and what kind of wrath one might earn for being found in need of too much punishment?

"At the very least I'll have the leeway to see to a lesser offense of fifty lashes with the cane if I deem you an intrusion into the meeting. That, of course, is a week's healing and another profit missed by FemWorld. This is your first assignment, and you've each not yet been properly punished for any offenses, so I propose to make this very clear . promptly. I'll demonstrate one cane mark for each of you straightway, so that there is no confusion regarding the seriousness with which we expect our slaves to undertake even such a small thing as your current afternoon duty."

Slaves? It struck me that, that was exactly what we were; not the sexual fun kind, but literally working at the disposal of others, and seemingly with references that made it appear as if they intended to keep us thus endlessly.

She closed the door, taking the decent looking maid with her. Half a minute passed. I saw the head opposite me jump at the same time as heard a wall muffled smack. Through the sea of bimbo hairs I noticed his eyes staring fatly, though not at anything in the room, it appeared. After his head recovered from the jump, his face got red and his eyes involuntarily watered, leaving mascara streaks down his face that I was hoping was not an infraction unto itself. Then, next, the man situated down from me jumped, the smack preceding his jolt more audible, but again muffled a lot by the thickness of our captive wall. He grunted more than the man opposite, obviously using all of his strength to keep from yelling out as tears also welled up inside of his eyes and eventually fell. I could see him breathing hard and short, as if struggling against something biting him from behind.

The anticipation was killing me as I tensed up. I heard no footsteps, the wall too thick, but then felt a stick touch my buns twice before a withdrawal. I clinched my nearly invisible dick and vulnerable asshole. A pause. Then a swish and smack that at first burned and then secondly nearly had me hanging from my neck as my body refused to hold me proper. I felt as if I was burning up from the ass upward. The pain just hung there, numbing my spine, it taking me half a minute to regain my knees properly enough to say I was holding myself up again and not the wall doing all of the work.

I had no idea what that cane was, but it must have been thick bamboo, wet and swing with a pair of experienced fists. I imagined my butt cheeks bleeding, but after awhile I realized that I felt no dripping blood.

Fifty of those? Damn, I couldn't well see the room for the tears that welled up on their own after just one. Some of the tears were dripping off of my jutting chin. I'd moaned too, louder than the others, not realizing it until I heard one of the men shush me as quietly as he could without breaking too much of the required silence, though it sounded more like a huff the way he had to shush me with an enforced open mouth.

Then it was silence, our eyes not quite drying all of the way. Maybe that was part of the effect the meeting guests required; sad faces of utter torment. We waited like deer heads on plaques; practicing being deer heads on plaques; determined not to give the invisible Madam Cloe any reason to be nice enough to not put us on two foot long chains and instead give us fifty strokes of pure hell for forgetting for a moment that we were sad little bimbo deer heads on plaques.

It was, obviously, a new type of humiliation to be a wall ornament, particularly as we were to be so close to the table, figurines and at seated eye level as well. My jaw and nose ached, but nothing compared to the feeling of that cane. I determined, come hell itself, I'd not risk another of those.