Submissive in Surrey

Author's Note: If this is the first chapter you've encountered, please read Chapter 1 first. It introduces the characters and the setting. I'd like to thank everyone who commented and followed after Chapter One. I read every comment. Huge thanks to Lady B for encouragement, advice, and help with pacing.

Submissive in Surrey

Chapter 2 - Without a Parachute.

"Netty! Come on, sleepy head -- wake up, I've got a message for you!"

I blinked my eyes open and sat up slowly in bed. Myf was there, standing at the foot of the bed, holding out a sealed envelope to me. And by "sealed", I meant in the strictly literal sense. It was an actual red wax seal holding the envelope shut.

While I fumbled to open the envelope with my clumsy early-morning fingers, I focused my fuzzy early-morning eyes on the messenger. Just as yesterday, Myfanwy was wearing a quite fetching French maid outfit, the blouse concealing enough of her large breasts to satisfy decency -- whatever that was -- while teasing a bountiful cleavage. The short skirt and sheer black hose and pumps accentuated her short but shapely legs. Clearly her Mistress knew what she was doing when she assigned this mode of dress.

Finally I got the envelope open. Inside was a sheet of paper with a handwritten message:

"Annette,

Last night, Myf and I spoke at length about her interesting confession. My personal belief is that if you were into the scene at all, you'd be more submissive than dominant, but I could certainly be wrong about that. In any event, Myf is keen to try submitting to you, so with misgivings, I'm willing to let the two of you try it. With some strictures, naturally.

Do not hurt my Myfanwy, emotionally or physically.

Do not do anything strenuous that would hurt you, either. I mean it! Myf can be quite, enthusiastic shall we say. I take pride in my needlework and I shall be CROSS if you break any of your stitches.

I had to get an early start this morning as I have procedures to perform in London today. I will stay in London overnight and be home sometime tomorrow. Myf has orders to serve your every whim until I return. Do not abuse this trust!

I will expect to hear how it went tomorrow.

Jan."

I noticed that in an age when barely anyone writes cursive anymore, Jan's handwriting was flawless copperplate. Didn't she realise that a doctor's handwriting should be illegible? She truly is one of a kind, I thought.

"Well," the blonde maid said, "What are your orders, Ma'am?"

"Um." Oh, how eloquent! "Um. I don't know what to do..."

Myf didn't seem affected by my hesitancy. "Don't think too much about it. Ah, would be my advice, if you needed any, Ma'am."

"All right. How about you make me some breakfast then." There was a bit too much upward inflection at the end, it sounded more like a question. I wasn't used to telling people what to do.

"Yes, Ma'am! What is Ma'am's pleasure today?" Myf offered, adding a little bow as she spoke.

I decided to give her willingness to serve and her cooking skills a small test. "If you have any English muffins, I'd adore some eggs Benedict. Your poached eggs were melt in the mouth good yesterday. And if you have any, a nice tall glass of cold juice to go with it."

Myf looked happy. "Yes, Ma'am!"

As she turned to leave, I stopped her. "One more thing, Myf."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Don't call me 'Ma'am'. It makes me feel like a sixty-year-old dowager."

A worried look creased her sweet face. "But I can't call you by your name, it's too familiar -- and I can't call you 'Mistress.' I only have one Mistress, I'm sorry. So...?"

"Hm. How about... 'Miss'?

Myf flashed me that thousand watt smile she had. I wasn't sure if it was because I'd solved her conundrum or if she appreciated me getting into my role. "Yes, Miss!"

"Well, what are you waiting for, girl? Chop chop!" I ordered, making the matching motion with my hands.

With another "Yes, Miss," she was gone. "That did feel kind of good..." I muttered to myself.

As I slowly got dressed, being careful not to pull on any of my stitched wounds and thereby incur Jan's wrath, I thought about what being dominant entailed. I remembered how casual and familiar Myf and Jan were at dinner, right before Myf made her request, and how quickly and completely Jan changed her mien. I concluded that Jan could have been a great actress, had she not become a surgeon. Was that, then, the secret? It was worth giving it a shot, I thought, if only for Myf's sake. And hell, if I enjoyed it, bonus!

With those thoughts running through my head, I dressed in a mid-length skirt and a simple blouse, rather than the jeans and t-shirt that was my go-to choice. I wanted to show Myf a little skin, even if I didn't have any fetish clothing. I stepped down the flight of stairs, and managed to find the small dining room where we'd had breakfast the previous morning.

"Oh, you're here, Miss," Myf said from the kitchen. "I wasn't sure where you wanted to eat."

"Here is fine, Myf. Take your time." There was a copy of The Times on the dining room table, so I started reading. As per usual, not a word about any news from Australia -- there never would be, I guessed, until the Ashes started. I turned to the crossword, which had precisely one clue answered in an elegant hand which closely matched Jan's note. "Does Jan usually do the crossword in the morning, Myf?"

"Yes, Miss, but Mistress had to leave early." Myf emerged with my breakfast and a tall glass of orange juice. "Breakfast is served, Miss."

"Looks scrumptious." I looked sidelong at the lovely young girl and was struck with inspiration. "Why are you standing while I eat? Kneel."

I was a little surprised at just how quickly she obeyed my command. When she knelt, she used the same posture she used in the basement the previous evening: legs spread at the knees, back straight, and the backs of her hands on her thighs. It seemed that Jan kept her well trained.

I got a forkful of poached egg, muffin and ham, all swimming in warm Hollandaise. It was perfect! The lemony, buttery sauce made the dish something special. "Mmmh, delightful." I looked over at Myf, who looked pleased. "Are you hungry, girl?"

"No Miss, I had breakfast earlier."

"Doesn't matter." I held another forkful of food out to her. "Eat. And leave your hands where they are." Myf took the cue and opened her mouth so I could feed her. "Good girl."

I finished off the plate, feeding Myf a mouthful now and again. "I'm very pleased, Myf. Your Mistress must eat like a queen with you around."

"Thank you, Miss," she replied, looking a bit embarrassed.

I drank the juice -- pulpy, obviously fresh squeezed, and icy cold -- saving a few sips for Myf. Then I stood and bade Myf to rise to her feet.

"Do you have chores to do, Myf?"

"Ah, yes, Miss, but I - "

"But nothing. I'm not getting both of us in trouble because you neglected your chores to do my bidding. Go and do what you need to. I'm taking the newspaper to the sitting room to read, and maybe do the crossword. Report to me there when you've done everything. Clear?"

"Yes, Miss!"

*****

I'd made a small detour on the way to the sitting room. Actually, it was a large detour, but not because I'd gotten lost. I made a stop at the basement to collect one or two items that might prove useful, making sure to conceal them before Myf turned up. I still had time to complete the Times crossword before she entered, bearing a loaded tray.

"I thought you might like a cup of tea, Miss," she said, setting down the tray. "Oh, you finished the crossword. In ink, with no errors? Wow, that's amazing, Miss."

"I like crosswords. Go ahead and pour me a cup."

She did so, while I looked her over. I took a sip, nodded my approval, and said, "Now strip."

"Miss?"

"You heard me. Take off every stitch and fold your things neatly."

I watched her as she complied, looking for reluctance. I admit I was nervous. I had no idea what the boundaries were. I had a feeling in my gut like I was free-falling without a parachute. Thrilling, exciting and scary all at the same time. Was this the attraction behind being a dominant?

Myf stood before me, completely naked but for her collar. "Stand up straight," I commanded. "Act like you're proud of your body." I stepped around her, taking in every part of her considerable charms. Simply put, she was lovely. "Dame Janet is lucky to have such a beauty as her sub," I ventured.

"If I may be so bold, Miss, I'm the lucky one. I was a nobody before Mistress found me."

"I can't believe you were ever a 'nobody', dear. Anyway, there's something I want to say to you, woman to woman, so forget about me being your Miss for a moment. I... I am so grateful to you, Myf. When I woke up, with you holding my hand, I genuinely thought you were an angel. It's been so long since anyone's ever been... kind..."

I leaned in and kissed her. Only for a moment, then I broke the kiss. "Thank you, Myf."

Myf folded her arms. "Woman to woman? That was a pretty pathetic kiss. I'm sure you can do better." Then she moved in and grabbed me, kissing me hard and guiding my hand to her breast. I don't think I'd ever been kissed like that, not by Flic, not by anyone. Her tongue invaded my mouth without resistance. Quicksilver lightning shot down my spine. My tongue fought back but rapidly capitulated to the invader. Blissfully I surrendered to her. Her hands surveyed my body, gently and with care, avoiding my wounds. All I could do in return was squeeze her breast and flick the ring in her nipple.

After an eternity that was still too short, she released me and smiled, looking directly into my eyes. "That was your own fault for setting me free," she whispered, her smile becoming more wicked.

I tried to catch my breath. "Myf..." I felt I had to do something. Myf's kiss had completely upset what little planning I'd made for the rest of the day, and I was seriously wondering if Jan was right, and I was naturally submissive. I had to forge ahead, regardless.

I produced the leash I'd found in the basement and without preamble, clipped it onto Myf's collar. "There, that's better. Don't you agree?"

I was rewarded by seeing her expression change and her eyes lose a bit of their focus. "Oh, Miss... what other surprises do you have for me?"

It worked! Myf was back to being submissive, but for me it felt like my heart was pumping out of sync. "Funny you should ask, Angel. Hold still." I produced a pair of handcuffs and quickly cuffed her wrists in front of her. "There we are. My very own captive Angel. Now come with me." I'm sure I heard her coo in response.

I didn't lead her far, just to a couch where I had her sit down. "Now, I hope this doesn't seem too repetitive for you, after last night, but I'm going to interrogate you, dear Myf. I'll be gentler than Dame Janet was, but you must answer my questions. Clear?"

Myf looked like she was going to melt any moment. "Clear, Miss."

I pulled up a chair and sat within arm's reach of Myf, her leash in my hand. "First question: how old are you? You seem awfully young to me."

Myf giggled. "I'm twenty, silly. Worried about something?"

"Hmph. Only a year younger than me." My open hand reached out and brushed one of her nipples, which hardened nicely, making her shudder. At the same time, my other hand shortened the leash. "So how did you and Jan... your Mistress get together?"

Myf got a mischievous glint in her eye and said, "Mistress put an ad in the paper, of course. 'Live-in slave wanted.' And then... YOWW!"

I'd grabbed the ring on the nipple I was teasing and twisted it without warning. Just a little, but it had the desired effect. "You're a poor liar, Myfanwy. Lies get punished. Truthful answers, rewarded. And while I think of it, tell me your full name. Now."

"Myfanwy Eliza Davis, Miss, I swear, that's my name, please don't..."

"Sh. Shh. No theatrics." My palm caressed her face. "I believe you. Now answer my previous question."

"I was working in a cafe. It was a couple of years ago. I always loved cooking and I never did well at school, I know I'm not smart like you or Mistress..."

I shook my head. "There's all kinds of smarts, Myf. You've got plenty where it counts. More than me in some ways." She started to argue, but my palm was tracing little circles around the front of her breast, the nipple rock hard against my skin, making her gasp. "Go on."

"Mistress came in one morning for tea and cake. I was... well, I don't have the words. I thought I liked boys, even had one or two boyfriends, but... everyone knew her, almost everyone thought the world of her, but seeing her, she was stunning, took my breath away. I served her and she asked me who baked the cake, I said I did. Pretty much on the spot, she offered me a job." She saw the look on my face and read my mind. "Not as her submissive! Ewwwww! No, that came later. I became her cook and housekeeper long before we got... involved. Although, I think I fell in love with her straight away."

I filed that away while I kissed her gently for her honesty and ran my fingers through her blonde pixie-cut. "All right, so far so good. Now feel free to tell me to go to hell, but... aren't you bothered by the age difference between you and Jan?"

I wasn't sure what Myf's response would be. Anger, indignation, embarrassment? It was a horribly personal question, rude, even. When she spoke, I was almost convinced she really was an angel.

"Love is for souls, not bodies."

I gasped. I faltered. I let go of the leash and hugged Myf. "Ohh, Myf, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."

She giggled. "Wow, Netty, you're really crap at this! Lousy kisser, terrible interrogator. My hands are tied and I've got you wrapped around my little finger!"

As much as it was intended to tease, that was maybe the worst thing Myf could have said. My mind in that moment cast back to my father, railing at me, calling me a failure, a waste -- and then to Flic, recounting my shortcomings in the fight that led to her kicking me out. It was a red-hot knife of pain piercing my heart. Overwhelming. I could feel my reason falling away as I reverted to fight or flight mode.

I'd chosen flight too many times.

With a growl I grabbed Myf and spun her body so she was flat on her back on the couch. She looked surprised, and then scared, and this last expression put out my fire before it began to rage. With my reason restored my mind hunted for a way to turn the situation around, and that's pretty much what I came up with. I turned Myf around and put her over my knee, grunting from the exertion and from the fresh pain in my back.

Internally, I sighed with relief that I'd reined in my temper. What I said was, "You cheeky brat! I've had just about enough of that mouth of yours, so let's see if I'm crap at THIS!"

"Jeez, Netty, you're really strong - "

With a WHAP, my open hand came down hard on Myf's butt. It wasn't as hard as I could hit, but it was hard enough. Her buttock quivered under my hand; I felt her flesh recoil from the strike and heard her gasp in pain and surprise.

And damn me if it didn't feel fucking great.

With my left hand I held her by her collar, maintaining just enough tension to convince her that trying to escape would be a bad idea. With my strong right hand, I punished her. But my momentary rage was well and truly gone, and I held tight rein on my growing elation. There was method in my seeming madness.

WHAP.

"Netty, I'm sorry -"

WHAP. "What did you call me?"

WHAP.

"Miss! Miss Annette, I'm sorry!"

"Not yet, but you will be."

My hand came down again and again, alternating strikes to each buttock. "That's six so far. Is that enough?" My hand rested and stroked Myf's reddening flesh. It was pleasingly warm. My left hand moved from her collar to take hold of her hair; though short, there was enough length there for me to seize, and that brought forth a new timbre of yelp from her.

"It's enough! Please Miss, it's enough!"

I laughed. Surprised myself how dark it sounded. "I wasn't talking to you. And I've decided... it's NOT enough."

The moment, so wonderfully intimate, stretched out. Myf quivered. I felt her cuffed hands try to move down to her crotch. "No," was my answer to that.

I removed my left hand from Myf's hair and used it to evict her hands from her mound. "This is mine. Not yours."

I gently stroked her slit. It yielded to my fingers. Myf gasped. My right hand WHAPPED down on her arse once more, a little softer than before, but she was sensitised now and she shuddered.

"So I'm crap, am I? Maybe I should stop now, " I teased, as I worked a finger inside her.

"No, no no no Miss, please -!"

My hand came down on her again, just as my thumb brushed against her clit. Myf yelped and moaned, but made no move to escape.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm hopeless at this." I extracted my hand from her heated sex. She wiggled and gave out a strangled cry. Before she could protest too much, I sat Myf up on my lap and quickly unlocked her cuffs. "Get dressed."

"Miss, no!" Myf almost wailed. Her face was flushed, much like her ample chest. "No, please! I didn't mean it!"

I wouldn't have any of it. "Get dressed. Leave the leash on for the rest of the day. And go make us lunch."

Fighting tears, Myf dressed and left. I took a moment to taste my finger. Sweet and fresh and arousing.

That was pretty good going, I thought, considering I was improvising. Only two little things spoiled my mood. I could feel a trickle of blood seeping down my back, and Myf had got the front of my skirt all wet. Still, that was better than staining Jan's couch, I thought.

Now I just had to figure out what to do with her for the rest of the day.