Mr Martinet looks at the clock she will be here in five minutes. He smiles to himself and thinks of the scene he is going to play out to help Greg who had phoned a couple of weeks ago. He had been intrigued by his story and plight, but what convinced him to help is the way he had got his name and number. Mrs Mary Edwards is going to suffer before he extracts the truth from her.
Greg had started as an online dominant in a number of BDSM websites, before finding Penny and making her his real time submissive. That was just over two years ago and while it started out as an exciting adventure these past nine months it had drifted into tedious routine. He is sure that it will not be long before the relationship ends. They have talked about it but neither can see a way out and have resigned themselves to the inevitable.
Then last month he overhears the neighbour's cleaner, Mary a plump woman who was most probably older than she looks, next door in the garden having a cigarette talking on her mobile phone about her weekend away, how she had been disciplined and used in every hole. She had laughed, no giggled like a girl as she had described some of the activities she had been made to do. Well she admitted to the person on the other end of the phone she did not need much persuasion. It was clear from the description of the things being done to her that she was a submissive and had been on a BDSM weekend. She mentioned her Master and it was obvious to Craig that this man is using her in very innovative ways with some interesting techniques. She also let slip how she had invited one of his friends round to the house she cleans, when the owners were away, and had been tied to their bed, which she reckons never saw any action, and had her arse used till she screamed the safe word. Her laugh at this comment was loud and dirty.
Later that day Greg 'accidentally' bumped into the cleaner, tells her how he had overheard her telephone conversation and asked her about the disciplining. Her face dropped and it is clear she has made a mistake. Then he uses this knowledge as a threat of telling her employers, who are good Catholics and have a very moral streak, to get the name of her disciplinarian along with his phone number out of her. In fact he continues to use the threat to ensure he has her a couple of times a week, always in the garden, always on all fours and always in both holes, Mary obviously loves having her anus used by the squeals of delight when he enters her, so the threat is just part of the game, or so he thinks, Mary knows different. The thought occurred that if the situation with Penny did not get resolved then Mary will be a more than adequate replacement until her can find a younger model again.
Greg tells all of this to Mr. Martinet when he phones him, after all he wants to get on his good side and does not want to be seen to be deceiving him. All he does is make Mr. Martinet angry, not with him but Mary. All he asks of his submissives are two things, first that no one but him uses their anus and secondly, all sexual activity is to be reported to him, either by asking in advance or by written report afterwards. Mary had failed on both counts. This was not the first time Mary has disappointed him, she will be dealt with in due course.
Penny parks her car in the side street off the main road, about 100 yards from the house she has been instructed to go to. It had been a bit of a shock, then a thrill to have Greg, her Master tell, no order her to visit another Dom he has been talking to. He explained that she is the price he has to pay for the help he has been given. Money has not changed hands, instead she is to be provided for him to use for the evening. The thought of being under the control of another even for an evening had been a daunting thought at first, but it became more exciting the longer the thought remained. She has to admit that life with Greg has become predictable. As she presses the button on the remote that locks the car she feels her breath grow deeper and her heart beat faster. Oh my god she thinks, will I be able to do this. Steeling herself she pockets the keys and walks back to the corner and along the main road.
The e-mail instructions have been very precise in what she should wear for the evening. The type of underwear, the shoes, the stockings, the skirt and its length along with the blouse which has to be unbuttoned to her navel. She is to carry nothing, no bag, purse or money. The only thing allowed is the keys to her car. The night is drawing in, and the sun has disappeared behind the clouds making the slight wind feel colder than it really is. When Penny turns the corner the wind catches the open blouse and makes it billow and expose more of her bra covered breasts than she wants. She pulls it back into place and notices that the car heading towards her has slowed a little as the man driving looks goggle eyed at her. The road is busy even at this time, but thankfully has no one walking on her side of the pavement.
The houses are set back a little with short driveways. Curtains are not dawn yet, but lights are on and Penny can see normal life going on. Hedges vary in size so a couple of houses are blocked out completely. She counts the houses along the road after finding the number of the first one so she can workout the one she is going to, it is further along the road than she likes as a few cars have honked their horns as she tries to keep her blouse from taking away all her dignity.
Mr Martinet looks across the room at Greg, who is examining his watch.
"Don't worry, she will be here soon. I think she is both intrigued at what will happen and scared of letting you down, if what you have said about her is true."
"It's all true." Says Greg a bit defensively as he covers his watch with the sleeve.
"Good." Replies Mr Martinet, "Then I will have a most pleasant evening." He smiles, but Greg looks less than pleased, he might even be having second thoughts.
Penny reaches the driveway of the house. It is detached with a porch, much like most of the others she has passed on along the road. She feels flushed and is sure she is red in the face. Her breathing is harder now and her heartbeat can be felt in her ears. She is unsure about what she has let herself in for, but she is also excited. She is sure it is just the wind chill that has made her nipples so hard, at least that is what she wants to believe. With a deep breath she walks up the drive. The gravel crunches.
The porch is lit up and as she reaches for the bell she notices an envelope stuck to the door. It has her name on it and the instruction 'enter the porch and read me'. Her eyes widen and she bites her bottom lip. She looks around, but can see no one. Opening the door she enters the porch and takes the envelope down.
Inside is a short note with a list of instructions, she reads it carefully:
Penny, you will remove all clothing and place them in the wooden chest to the right of the door.
You will then knock three times.
Then kneel to the left of the door and wait.
DO IT NOW.
Penny's eyes widen, she reads it again. Looks around the well lit porch and realises that she will be seen by anyone passing. The hedge is quite high, but the gap for the driveway is wide. Another look makes her realise the porch is brick built for a third of its height, but glass to the roof. She figures that if she keeps low, then she will be able to get undressed without being seen and if she kneels down low, then she will only have her head and shoulders showing above the bricks.
With this plan in mind she starts to strip and keeping low she manages to get all her clothes off without being observed. Folding her clothes as she goes she places them in the chest. Hunched down she turns to the door to knock. Penny looks up as the door knocker is high and she will have to stand to reach it. Panic sets in. She looks towards the road to see cars going past the end of the drive. Surely they would be looking at the road and not down the driveways. Controlling her breath, Penny counts to three, stands with her back to the road and knocks three times quickly. Dropping back down before the third knock has finished. She turns and stares out at the road again. A couple are halfway across the gap. Have they seen her? No, they are to busy talking as they go by.
Penny kneels down low to the left of the door and waits. Her arms folded across her chest, shaking, ready to jump at the slightest noise.
Greg goes rigid and starts to rise as the knocks sound through the hallway and into the sitting room. Mr Martinet raises a hand and motions for Greg to remain seated. It is after all necessary for him to be out of sight of Penny when she enters the room.
"Wait. At least we know she has arrived and followed your orders to come to my house. It remains to be seen if she has followed the instructions I left at the door however." Mr Martinet smiles at the puzzled look Greg gives him. "I have not told you the detail of what will take place this evening, only the outline. Now to see if Penny can be brought back into line and become the submissive you want her to be, we must test her and give you enough information from this evening to keep her off balance so to speak. She must never again feel comfortable in her submissive position, she must always be wondering what will happen next. I expect she is nervous if not a little scared of what you have let her in for."
The puzzled look has not left Greg's face. "I don't understand," he says.
"Let me explain and tell you the predicament your little slave is in right now while I make us some more tea." As he leads Greg out to the kitchen he says, "ten minutes or so on that hard floor dodging the walkers and runners as they pass my drive should be long enough this time for her."
He is right, Penny is a bundle of nerves as she kneels and waits. Each person that passes causing her to duck down. While she is not adverse to topless sunbathing, or being displayed at the BDSM parties Greg had taken her to. This is totally different. It is not a natural time or environment in which to be naked. She has been warming to the thought of grabbing her clothes out of the chest and running. It will be letting Greg down, but after she has explained he is sure to forgive. Isn't he?
With the tea made and steaming in the cups, Mr Martinet leaves Greg to carry them back into the sitting room as he goes to the front door to introduce Penny to the next stage of her evening. He opens the door quickly causing Penny to jump and for a moment regret not making her move a few minutes earlier.
He gives her a cursory glance then moves into the porch and stands in front of the chest. He messes the neatly folded clothes tutting as he does, making sure that she knows he disapproves. Penny opens her mouth a few times as if to say something, but shuts it as quickly. He is taller and bigger than Greg and has an air of authority about him. Then to her utter horror he closes the lid of the chest, secures the clasp and threads a padlock through the ring. Locks it and puts the key in his pocket. Turning he looks at Penny properly for the first time and sighs.
