Mary was tossing and turning in bed, finding sleep difficult. She got up and opened the window further to the sultry night hoping for more of a breeze but to no avail. With a sigh she got back into bed and scrunched up her eyes tightly. All that happened was that her mind took her back over the events of yesterday and although this kept her from sleep she smiled to herself and began to go over every little delicious detail again!
She had been working for Louisa Remy, a French writer, for about 3 weeks. The position suited her fine – not much money but a roof over her head and all the food she could eat. The cottage which Louisa had rented was in a remote part of Northumberland but close to the most amazing expanse of beach that Mary had ever seen and although the weather was unseasonably warm and still, she could imagine the winter storms. The sky and sea would be iron grey and the wind would whip along the beach turning it into an intense Gothic landscape. For now, however, she used the beach to sun bathe and the icy North Sea to keep her cool, not to inspire her rather dark imagination.
Mary was word processing Louisa's new book, turning the spidery scrawl on paper into neatly typed and edited chapters on screen. She also did the housework – cleaning and washing for them both but Louisa did all the shopping and cooking and what a cook she was! Mary had been treated to all sorts of new taste and texture sensations. It had been while Mary was wiping down the dining table after lunch and wondering what Louisa was going to make for dinner that night that it had begun.
Louisa had quietly come into the room and stood behind Mary. She moved a hand around Mary and placed it on her right breast. Mary gasped and stood up in shock but before she had a chance to turn round or say anything Louisa was whispering in her left ear.
'Mary don't move. I am not going to hurt you. I just want you to listen to me. I have a feeling about you and my intuition is usually right. Listening?'
Mary nodded that she was – she was extremely curious to hear what Louisa was going to say!
'Bend over Mary and place both hands and arms flat on the table and spread your legs as wide as you can.' Mary did as she was asked. 'Good, now I am going out to do some shopping. I want you to stay here like this for 10 minutes then I want you to go upstairs and change into the clothes I have left on your bed. When you have changed come back here and wait for me in this position. If, on reflection, you do not wish to do this I have left your pending salary on the hall table. You can take it, call a taxi and go. Do you understand?'
'Yes, Louisa, I think I do.' Mary answered as her mind spun. Louisa removed her hand and then left.
All she could hear was the beating of her heart and the raucous calls of the seagulls. She watched the clock in front of her. She was anxious to get upstairs and see what it was that Louisa wanted her to wear. At first she was shocked and a little confused about what Louisa had asked her to do but as she thought about it she began to get excited. Louisa wanted her to be a slave! The idea, although a little frightening, had her vivid imagination running riot and it was turning her on. She could feel herself getting moist and she had a glorious little glow between her legs.
After what seemed like a very long ten minutes, Mary straightened up and stretched her arms and back. She ran upstairs and into her bedroom and saw a bundle on the bed. She began to inspect what had been left for her. She stood with her mouth open as she looked at the tiniest purple velvet mini skirt; a black velvet corset with lacing up the front; a black velvet chocker; the highest pair of black patent shoes she had ever seen; a black clasp for her hair and a make up bag. That was it, no underwear, no stockings. Surely Louisa was having a joke! There was no way she could wear that outfit! She thought of the money sitting on the table and almost decided to take it and run when she reasoned that she should at least try the outfit on and if she felt uncomfortable then she would leave.
