Dr. Goode grimaces at the suggestion. "Well, yes. It's not that hard to cut of a clitoris. Is it something you'd like done?" "Not yet. I'm hoping the threat of it done without anesthetic will make her more compliant." I answer. I eye Dr. Goode's reaction to my comment. She takes it well. "Well, sir, if ever you would need me to do it, I can perform the procedure." "I'd want it filmed, naturally." I explain. "Oh...naturally." "I'll get back to you on the matter." I turn and leave the doctor to her business and make my way down the stairs. Entering the dungeon corridor again, I continue down to the slave housing area. The slaves live in a series of dormitory like rooms. Kitchens and bathrooms are off to one side, all open without walls or stalls. The lack of privacy helps keep everyone honest. Some slaves are sleeping between their shifts. Further down the rows of beds I see a Headmistress dressing down a slave. The Headmistress' are the four most senior slaves of the estate. The wear baby doll shoes, a red plaid skit and a white button shirt. They maintain the slave's schedule and keep things running, second to only Baby and Mistress Bitchcraft. The Headmistress, B if I am correct, slaps the slave across the face. I hear something about being late for kitchen duty. I don't really pay attention.
