Chapter Ten
"Knickers off and hand them to me," commanded Lydia as soon as all the other staff had gone that evening and the shutters had been pulled down to cover the picture window with sparkling jewellery displayed in it for the general public to salivate over. "Hold your skirt up high now."
Zoe stayed still as Lydia walked behind her and looked closely at her bottom cheeks, reaching out and gently smoothing the soft skin with the tips of her fingers; a gesture that sent teasing ripples of pleasure seething through her senses.
"Most of the marks have now gone which is good because I want to use you as a model later this evening."
"A model, mistress, but I am not..."
"Pretty enough? Maybe not but as I only wish to have your body on display then your face does not matter, does it?" remarked Lydia harshly. "Open your mouth wide for me!"
Zoe complied and was efficiently gagged as Lydia thrust the panties, a delicate scrap of lace, into her wide open mouth and stated, "That should ensure that you remain quiet on the way home and do not distract me from my driving!"
Zoe's knickers were a sodden mass when they reached Lydia's house and she was grateful to be told to go and eat then shower before reporting to her mistress precisely at eight. As soon as she opened her door, she extracted the panties, threw them on the kitchen worktop then massaged her aching jaw before she realised that she did not have any food in the apartment. Making sure that she had some money in her purse, Zoe headed off towards the nearest shops, scurrying along because they were nearly a mile away and time was pressing. It was only when she had walked about half of the distance that she realised that she was not wearing any knickers and that made her giggle. Would some lucky man or woman get a quick glimpse if the wind blew her skirt up? It wasn't likely, she decided as there was only a mild breeze blowing from the west although she might have to be careful if she bent down in the supermarket as her skirt was quite short.
An hour later and Zoe got back home and slipped a ready meal into the microwave whilst she packed the rest of her shopping into the freezer, fridge and various cupboards in the kitchen. She poured some orange juice into a tall glass and sipped from it as the counter for the microwave ticked down, pinging a minute or so later. The meal was gone in minutes, Zoe finding that she was quite hungry for some reason, and then she threw the tray in the bin, washed up her cutlery and headed upstairs to the shower.
By half past seven, Zoe was ready, sitting downstairs on the sofa watching a mindless programme on the television. Getting dressed had been the only problem as she wasn't quite sure what her modelling later on would consist of. Finally, she had decided on something that would be relatively easy to slip out of in the form of a patterned top along with a short skirt. Underneath, she had put on her sexiest lingerie along with black stockings held up by a suspender belt. Ready to go as she was, the time seemed to drag and the minute hand on the clock on the wall inched round ever so slowly towards eight until with just a couple of minutes to go, she stood up and walked out of her little apartment to the back door of Lydia's house.
"Punctual to the second," observed Lydia, opening the back door and beckoning Zoe inside. "We are going to go straight to my workroom upstairs in the attic and then, after I have taken a few photographs, there should be time for me to indulge myself in the playroom too. Follow me, slave!"
Zoe walked after her mistress, pulse racing at the thought of being back in the playroom later. Would she be shut up in the box again? Would Lydia slide another large phallus up into her pussy or arse? Was she going to be spanked or caned? Those questions slid through her mind as she followed Lydia up to the first floor landing. There her mistress turned and walked in the opposite direction to the playroom until she reached another set of stairs, much narrower than the main ones. They ascended those and came out in a huge room which stretched the entire width of the house. Nut-brown rafters criss-crossed the ceiling whilst two skylight windows allowed light to flood in, illuminating the workbenches and tables that occupied the first half of the room along with a series of steel cabinets lined up against the walls. The far end was bare except for a backdrop of sky blue against the gable wall and an aluminium box that Zoe thought probably held camera equipment.