Ana's POV

I awoke with a jolt. Crap! Did I oversleep? I glanced at the window and I could see a hint of light starting to creep its way into the tiny frame. I hurriedly gathered up my sleep mat and rolled it up, shivering slightly as I put it away. I rushed to the communal bathroom wishing I hadn't overslept. Oversleeping not only meant less time to get ready, but also less hot water which meant I would probably be chilled for a while longer.

When I arrived at the bathroom, I noticed that most of the girls were already kneeling in the hallway. Knowing that meant I had about 5 minutes, I jumped in the now cold shower and quickly washed away the sweat from the night. I accepted a towel from my attendant and quickly drew a brush through my hair. I then rushed to the hallway and knelt in inspection position; knees spread wide, hands behind small of my back, chest thrust out, head bowed with my eyes down. I picked a small speck on the floor to stare at while I waited.

Just as the familiar ache was settling into my knees, the door opened with a whoosh. Even though I was in the middle of the row of girls, I momentarily felt the warmth of the sun. Oh, how I wished this whole building wasn't so uncomfortably air conditioned. For those of us who weren't allowed to leave the building, it was always cold. I used to dream about going outside just for 20 minutes to feel the warm sand and see the sparkling Caribbean water, but thinking of anything other than my owner's pleasure, was a waste of time and would just cause unnecessary mistakes and result in even more discomfort for me. I had to overcome my own selfish needs and wants and learn to think only of my owner.

I could hear two sets of footsteps heading down the row of girls. The footsteps echoed on the cement floor and stopped every foot as each girl was inspected. Her attendant was then given grooming instructions to ensure that each girl would be prepared according to either her owner's directions or in accordance with the requirements for whichever class she had to attend that day. Click, clack, click, clack; the footsteps stopped in front of me.

"Steele, Anastasia. Full body scrub, Brazilian wax; her owner would like her to be made up 'like a tramp' including red lipstick, scarlet nails and toes and her areolas rouged. She is to be waiting in the grand hall in one hour." The inspector instructed my attendant.

"Permission to speak Sir?" my attendant replied.

I heard several intakes of breath as I lost focus on the speck I had been staring at. Attendants rarely spoke to the inspectors. Not only was it frowned upon and basically forbidden, but every attendant I had ever heard speak to an inspector had been demoted back to trainee. I struggled to keep my breathing even and eyes downcast as my ears perked up.

"What is it slave? This had better be good." I could hear the harshness in the inspector's voice. The way the inspector said slave was malicious. It took every ounce of strength I had to remain still and calm when what I really wanted to do was cower in a corner. I knew that tone of voice and what could, and probably would come next.

"Forgive me for overstepping my bounds Sir, but I am unable to wax Ms. Steele today as she had a Brazilian two mornings ago." My attendant miraculously managed to keep an even tone and sound demure as he spoke.

"Present yourself slave" the inspector ordered me.

I quickly moved to my back, spread my legs and grabbed my ankles pulling my legs apart; I closed my eyes as I had been trained to do in this position. I heard the two inspectors murmuring amongst themselves and then they both kneeled in front of me, one on each side of me. I could feel their bodies pressed against the side of my calves. I felt two different hands gliding down my left leg and then my right. More murmuring followed. I then felt one hand on my sex; gliding over my mound, along the cleft and inside, looking for even a trace of a hair. Another hand followed after the first one was removed. I could feel one of the inspectors kneel between my legs and I felt his breath on my sex and he searched for a trace of hair. I remained still, my cheeks red with embarrassment as I knew my most intimate part was being scrutinized.

"On your knees, present your ass" the inspector ordered gruffly.

I quickly scrambled to my knees pressing my cheek against the cold concrete floor. I reached behind me and spread my ass open. I felt a hand running inside the crook of my ass and then I felt breath against my hole as I was once again examined for a hair. The examination was then completed again by the second inspector.

"Back in presentation position" the inspector barked.

I scrambled back to the required position as gracefully as possible.

"Well slave, it looks like you're right" the inspector said to my attendant. "Ms. Steele has in fact been waxed recently and there isn't a hair in sight. Please apply a suitable moisturizer to her mound to ensure it is as smooth as possible for her owner. The rest of the grooming orders stand."

I remained in position until the inspectors had finished and left the hallway. I then stood and followed my attendant to be trussed up to my owner's expectations. Six months ago, I might have cared about being trussed up like a tramp, however I knew better than to question Master G's orders.