Emma went to sleep that night, confused, sore and naked. She wasn't sure what 'marriage' was, but she was becoming certain that this wasn't it. Total obedience was nothing new, as the nuns at school had insisted on this. Emma had enjoyed the rigid structure of each day and the certainty that if you did something wrong, then you would be punished.
She lay in bed, closed her eyes and thought about whether she even loved James. He seemed to regard her as a possession; 'I'm a chattel' she whispered to herself and fell asleep, tears streaking her face.
James had put some Diazepam in Emma's food and knew that she wouldn't wake up if he entered her room. He had met his housekeeper and assistant Angela at the airport and they discussed what would be the tactics for the next day.
They stood at the foot of the bed and held a whispered conversation.
'Sir James, how will you manage social occasions? What if Emma doesn't achieve total obedience and what if she rebels?'
James turned to face his assistant. He raised an eyebrow and gave her and evil grin. 'Oh, she will Angie. She will have the social rules of the Order of Saint Ismael explained to her and she will conform and obey. Our Order has lasted for six hundred years and no one has talked. There are certain benefits to being a member family. Anyway, I'm off to bed now, so I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well.
Emma awoke and sat up in bed. A maid had knocked at the door and let herself in, carrying a tray with a light breakfast. Emma sat up in bed and ate it slowly. She wondered what the day would bring and she wasn't sure what the 'plugs' were, but she had a bad feeling that this wasn't likely to be a pleasurable experience.
A few minutes later, James entered the bedroom and said 'Good morning Emma, I hope you slept well? It's going to be quite a lovely day today and we'll spend some time at the beach. First though, it's time to have a shower and then we'll talk more.'
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Emma obediently went to the bathroom, showered and dried herself carefully. When she returned James was sitting in the large armchair that was by the window.
'Do you remember Angela? She's my housekeeper from London and also my personal assistant.' He spoke a little louder 'Angie, do come in!'
The tall, blonde woman entered the bedroom. She was dressed in a grey cotton robe, with a rope tied around her narrow waist. She stood next to Sir James and nodded her head in a subservient motion. 'Sir James. What would you wish me to do?'
James smiled and stood up. 'Angie, I want you to make sure that Emma is clean and ready for her gift. Use the bulb, but later on we can change this if necessary.
Emma, you will go into the bathroom and you will do what Angela tells you to do. If you don't obey, I will whip you with this switch. Now, go!' He pointed to a small cane lying on the table. Emma looked at the floor and felt hot shame flood over her body.
