I didn't go into the office the day after the dinner party. Nick wanted to spend time at the townhouse and he had booked it for a week. We were going to celebrate my progress and discuss our permanent contract and commitment. I was excited and nervous at the same time.
Nick sent me to the spa for the entire morning to freshen things up and relax me. I knew it was more about up-keep than a reward, but it felt so nice to be pampered. I was even allowed to wear normal loose-fitting jeans WITH a crotch and a long-sleeved shirt with tennis shoes for the day!
When the spa appointments were over, Bobby had been instructed to take me for a bit of shopping for things I would need for the week. Clothes.
"But I already have a ton of clothes that he's bought for me." I was protesting clothes shopping again.
"Page, those are office and socializing clothes. Now that he'll have you in his own environment, you need a few more things." Bobby checked the list as we headed into a store with the windows darkened.
Inside, the store looked like an expensive and classy lingerie store. There were nightgowns and teddies and slippers and bras and panties. A beautiful, tall woman with a sly smile greeted us. She took Bobby's list and guided me to a dressing room. She began hanging things on hooks and rods and instructing me to try each thing on and come out for a fitting.
It took over an hour to try everything on. Bras were marked for the tailor so that the nipples could be cut out and hemmed; panties were marked for altering as well, though I didn't know for what. I usually wore my vinyl panties with the dildo or nothing at all. The nightgowns were marked to be hemmed just above the curve of my ass cheeks, some were sheer fabric that felt as thin as air and others were silk.
The teddies were very few, apparently not one of Nick's favorite items. They were all boy short rompers, one black fishnet, one white lace and one black lace. They were incredibly comfortable.
All of the slippers that were chosen were high-heeled of course. No feathers and frills, apparently Nick was not a fan.
A couple pairs of lounging pants were thrown into the mix as well, though they were entirely see-through in whatever color was chosen. The robes were even sheer fabric. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be warm? Then the thought crossed my mind: What if I didn't have time to think about it?
When we were finished, Bobby called the tailor and put a rush on everything, to be delivered late that afternoon at the address he gave them.
When we arrived back at my apartment, Bobby began filling my suitcase with things Nick had requested. "You're supposed to wear nothing but the black heels and black trench coat to the house."
"Not even my plug?"
"Not even!" Bobby smiled. "Just you and your collar."
I began undressing and put my clothes into the laundry. I put on the thin choker, grabbed the black heels and Bobby put my trench on by the door.
When we arrived at the house, the staff immediately hopped-to, doing everything for us; opening doors, carrying suitcases, taking our coats. I was hesitant at first, but Bobby raised his eyebrows at me and I handed the man my coat and stood in the huge house naked but for my necklace and heels.
An older, hard-looking man with gray hair approached us. "I'm to let you walk the grounds and familiarize yourself. Nowhere is off-limits. Be comfortable. The Master is due within the hour from the office." He turned and walked into another room and disappeared. Silence surrounded us.
"This place is intimidating." Bobby was looking at the ceilings and began wandering. I followed.
The furniture was comfortable and expensive, very minimal and masculine. There were no curtains on any windows, no doors on any rooms. I could tell I would always be watched. Every room had hardwood floors, a fireplace and rugs. The dining room was large enough to entertain in and I wondered if Nick had dinner parties with colleagues. I noticed that one of the chairs had been fitted with a dildo for me already.
"I wonder if this is our private retreat or another work environment for me?" I said it out loud without meaning to.
"I suppose it's both? Depending on the week?" Bobby was opening cupboards and marveling at the hidden toys and clamps and oils and whips and surgical equipment. "Some of these guys have some seriously kinky fetishes." He had found an equestrian closet. He picked up an anal plug with a horsetail coming out of it and whinnied.
I laughed, "Don't laugh, I may have to wear it someday!"
We went into the outside gardens, high walls all around. The yard was expansive enough that even the houses next door you could only see the roofs of no matter where you were outside. The pool was drained for the winter, but the hot tub was huge and the cover had been taken off. I walked closer and felt the steam on my legs.
"Check this out, Page!" Bobby was in a flowered corner of the garden under a large tree with a swing hanging from the largest branch. As I approached, I noticed the swing.
It was a wooden plank with sanded, rounded edges and a thick 10" dildo protruding from the center. It was soft latex and flopped over in sort of a sad state. There were no ropes, it hung from metal rods attached with chain at the branch that allowed it to swing. Hanging from either side of the bottom of the swing were short chains with small leash clips. Bobby pointed to the same thing hanging from each rod.
Before we could contemplate that, one of the staff came into the yard and announced that Nick would be arriving in 20 minutes and I was to be ready. We followed him into the house and up the stairs in to what I assumed would be my bedroom for the week. The bed was enormous with four posts that went to the ceiling. On each post was a leather cuff hanging from a chain and in the center of the headboard was a leather collar on a chain.
I switched my focus to the staff member who was waiting to give me instructions. "You will be taken care of this week by the staff. Your attendant is relieved of his duties for the week."
I looked at Bobby, feeling a slight panic. "But..."
"Nick's got plans for me. Grooming and such. I'll see you in a week! Enjoy yourself!" He ducked out and left me there.
The man continued, "You must dress as requested and be waiting and ready when The Master arrives each day. Your clothes..." He gestured toward the walk-in closet to my left. I walked in and saw rows and rows of my own clothes, new clothes, things I'd never seen hanging and folded on racks and shelves and rods.
The man gestured toward a dressing area, "What you are to put on at any given time will be set out here. Dress quickly and be downstairs immediately." And he left.
I kicked off the heels and picked up the contraption. It was a wide rhinestone collar attached with a ring in front to two wide rhinestone wrist cuffs with silver chain. The attachment rings for the chains seemed a bit large to me. I snapped on the collar and noticed that once it was snapped shut, I couldn't pull it apart. The wrist cuffs were the same. The chains dangled in front of my body when my arms were at my sides.
There were no shoes, not a ponytail holder, nothing. So with my hair down, I ran downstairs in just the collar and cuffs.
The man gestured toward the center of the floor, "You will be here when he walks through the door, without exception. If you are not, you will be punished. You will kneel here, sit back on your heels, knees open."
I obeyed and looked to him for approval.
"Legs open wider. Head down, back straight, arms at your sides." When he was satisfied with my position, he left me there.
I sat for what felt like 15 minutes before I heard the car pull up to the house and Nick's voice greeting the doorman. When he walked into the house, he said nothing. My heart began to beat wildly, but I didn't dare look up or move.
"My beautiful Page." Nick crooned and stepped closer to me so that I could see the toes of his shoes. He stroked my hair, "Stand up."
"Yes, Sir." I stood up and smiled at him, thankful to see his face.
SLAP! Nick's hand came hard at my cheek, "Did I tell you to raise your eyes to me?"
"No, Sir." I was confused.
"This isn't the outside world, Page. Here you'll learn to behave as a true submissive. Your training until now has been about your limits, your sexual desires and breaking down your conventional walls. Now we begin with behavior and that includes punishment when you fail to meet my standards. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir." I kept my eyes on the floor.
"When I come home, when I walk into a room, when you enter a room where I am, you will keep your eyes to the floor and always present yourself as you were when I came in, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"When and IF I say, 'at ease' you may relax and be comfortable. But don't take this as permission to exercise free will. I am still in charge. Always. This means you are at my side at all times unless I dismiss you. You come when I call; you stay until I dismiss you. Yes?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And above all else, Page, my darling, do as you're told. If there is any hesitation, any FLASH of a question in your eyes when I give a command, you will be punished. We have, until this point, been establishing trust. You trust that I will never make you do anything that will harm you, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then there should be no questions, only obedience."
"Yes, Sir."
"It's been a long day. I need a drink." He moved around me and headed for the sitting room. I remembered that I was to be at his side at all times and moved to follow him. But I was too late; I had hesitated. SLAP! "Bend over the couch."
"Yes, Sir." I was shaking.
Nick walked to one of the closets and chose his weapon. As he walked back, I could see out of the corner of my eye that he'd picked up a leather riding crop. With no warning, he began whipping me with it until my ass cheeks were hot and there were tears in my eyes. I made no sound, for fear of a worse punishment.
"Never hesitate."
"Yes, Sir." I took a deep, ragged breath. Nick moved to sit in a chair and picked up the newspaper. One of the men, as if sensing that Nick was ready for his drink, walked into the room with a highball glass on a tray. "Thank You." Nick sipped his drink and read the paper while I remained bent over the couch, waiting for instruction or movement. My skin was on fire.
