(continued from part two)
Over several months, an interesting dynamic had arisen in the Hemming Manse. The owner and employer, Olga Hemming, was treated with all due respect by her employees, Rita, her housekeeper, Joanne, her gardener, and Althea, her cook, during their normal everyday activities. They wouldn't dream of being rude or disrespectful to her in any manner. That is, when she was in her role as homeowner and employer.
However, when Olga was in her other role -- that of being a submissive to Rita, who in that instance was referred to as Miss Rita -- then things were quite different. Miss Rita had commanded Olga to expect her other two employees to also help her remember her lowly position as a submissive by their altered manner towards her. It was quite clear to everyone involved how to behave, since any time that Olga was in her role as a submissive, she'd be wearing a leather dog collar that Miss Rita had buckled around her neck. Olga might also be completely naked, or be wearing some skimpy, obscene clothing. But the collar was the true signal.
For instance, if Olga appeared at the dining table without wearing the collar, Althea would of course act like a serving maid, and serve Olga at the table. But if Olga appeared wearing the collar, without batting an eyelash, Althea would merely place Olga's plate of food on the floor. Under those circumstances, Miss Rita would expect Olga to get down on her hands and knees and eat the food off the plate without using her hands or utensils.
Out in the garden, Joanne wouldn't in her wildest dreams spray water from a garden hose all over Olga, nor would she take freshly cut flowers and insert their stems into Olga's pussy or ass. That is, if her employer wasn't wearing the collar. But if Olga appeared with that collar around her neck, and Rita told Joanne to do either of those things, the gardener would promptly comply.
And Olga wouldn't complain, or penalize Althea or Joanne for doing those things, nor for using derogatory terms when addressing her under such circumstances. From her interactions with Miss Rita, Olga had learned that she found such humiliations exciting. She trusted all three women not to go too far in furnishing her with the embarrassment that she craved. Those same three women could easily check that they were producing the desired effect merely by looking at or feeling Olga's pussy, verifying her state of wetness. At any time they could demand that she pull her pussy lips open and show them her cunt. They could also check with their fingers or even their tongue, if they so desired. Olga found such examinations delightfully humiliating as well.
Therefore, Olga wasn't terribly surprised to discover both Althea and Joanne waiting outside the front door when she opened it that Friday evening after the gallery party. She and Miss Rita had heard the town car sent by Silvia Ottinger arrive. Miss Rita was wearing a simple, but elegant little black dress and heels. Olga was wearing a simple, not very elegant black leather dog collar and nothing else. She was carrying a small case which contained some toiletries, and a sundress that she might be allowed to wear during the weekend, at least part of the time. That depended on the wishes of the aforementioned Silvia, and/or her lover and companion, Leah.
A beautiful female chauffeur was holding the door to the town car open, waiting for them. A careful observer might've noted her eyebrows rising slightly as she saw Olga appearing in the door opening, naked. When Olga saw the chauffeur looking at her, she blushed slightly and felt her heart rate accelerate. She noted that the chauffeur's uniform was so well fitted that it clung to her like it had been painted on, following every curve of her lush body, and displaying those curves gracefully.
Olga's progress towards the car was halted when Miss Rita said, "Stop right there, girl. I think it only proper for these two women to give you a proper sendoff for this weekend." Turning to Joanne and Althea, she said, "I'd like you each to give this slut a swat on her butt, along with some words of encouragement."
Smiling, Althea gave Olga a playful spank on her right ass cheek, saying, "Good luck, you nasty whore. I hope they make you grovel to your heart's desire."
Of the two women, Joanne was the stronger, due to her manual labor in the garden. Therefore, her swat was a loud, stinging one, as she intoned, "You be on your best behavior, slut, and do us proud."
Watching this, the chauffeur couldn't quite keep a tiny smile from appearing on her lips. Olga was already mortified to be spanked in public in front of this stranger. And seeing that smile appear on the stranger's face doubled the effects. Olga moaned softly as her inner pussy muscles reacted by squeezing out a tiny dribble of her highly scented juices.
Rita was expecting something like this to happen, and noted the glistening of the fluids on Olga's inner thighs. She asked Joanne, "Did you remember to have that towel handy that I said we might need? I don't want this slut's pussy drooling all over the seat of Silvia's lovely car."
"Yes," Joanne answered. "Here, you naughty slut. Put this on the seat under your butt," she told Olga, handing her the towel. When the now scarlet cheeked woman took the towel from her, Joanne muttered, "Lordy, I hope one towel will be enough." At that, the chauffeur smiled more broadly, but at least she managed not to break out laughing.
All during the ride to Silvia and Leah's mansion, all three women in the town car were very aware of the pungent scent emanating from Olga's pussy. Rita had instructed the chauffeur not to bother raising the partition that separated the front of the town car from the rear. Olga noted that the chauffeur's eyes, glancing into the rear view mirror from time to time, were scanning her naked body. And in that same mirror, Olga could observe the chauffeur's nostrils flaring each time she deeply inhaled Olga's scent.
Rita was enjoying the ride, watching the subtle interplay between the chauffeur and Olga. It was rather a shame that the rear of the luxury vehicle had such tinted windows. There was little chance to add to Olga's humiliation by having people in other cars gaping at her. Silvia had assured her that Olga could walk from the car to the house nude, since her estate was quite secure and secluded. Wealth did have its perquisites.
The town car was admitted onto the grounds by an actual gate keeper. She examined the car briefly, and then open the gate to the large, walled grounds. They were driven up a long, winding drive, with stately trees flanking it, until they drew up before the mansion itself. When the car was stationary, the chauffeur hopped out and came around to open the door for Olga and Miss Rita to emerge. Olga had a slightly frightened expression on her face, and was looking carefully to the left and right, since she was now naked in a strange new environment. The fact that she was carrying a towel that was damp with her pussy juices didn't help the situation. She knew that Miss Rita would berate her if she tried to use the towel to cover herself at all.
Miss Rita, climbing the steps to the large front door, glanced back at a hesitating Olga. "Don't dawdle, girl," she admonished. "Get up here with me."
Olga hunched her shoulders, hearing the reprimand in Miss Rita's voice. Her sense of humiliation rose, and her body reacted with a gradual increase in arousal, of course. Letting gravity help her forward movement, she leaned forward slightly as she went up the steps.
The lovely chauffeur remained at the bottom of the steps, looking upward. She was treated to a marvelous view of Olga's pink, swollen pussy lips, wet with her intimate fluids, with each movement of Olga's thighs. She thought to herself, "I hope Miss Silvia calls upon me to help with that tasty looking submissive. That'd be a nice weekly bonus."
Miss Rita and Olga had reached the door, and Miss Rita briefly pressed the door bell. Without much delay, it was answered by a woman who had the possibility of being beautiful. But it was difficult to tell, because her impassive face was devoid of all expression, and the severe cut of her tight fitting clothing flattened any curves she might otherwise display. "Yes?" she said in a deep, almost gravelly voice. "Whom shall I say is calling?"
"Hello," Miss Rita said. "I'm Rita Cummings, and this is Olga. I believe we're expected."
Still maintaining her impassive expression, the woman said, "Oh yes, Miss Rita. You're expected. Please come in. I'm Janice, Miss Silvia's butler, at your service." Her tone of voice seemed to express the fact that she was at Rita's service, but certainly not Olga's. Olga's body reacted as expected, and her arousal scent intensified, as her heart accelerated.
As they entered, Silvia and Leah, wearing lovely kimonos, came forward to greet them. "Hello, Rita. Hello, Olga," Silvia said warmly.
"We're so glad that you're here," Leah added. "Mr. Saito is already in residence, resting. Was your car ride here pleasant?"
"Hello, Silvia and Lee," Rita answered. "Yes, it was a lovely trip, thank you." Turning to Olga, she prompted, "Greet our hosts, girl."
Olga, feeling quite vulnerable and humble, being the only person without clothing, looked down at their feet, saying, "Hello, Miss Silvia and Miss Leah."
Rita explained, "My girl is carrying that towel because we didn't want her juices staining your car seats. Being driven here naked had that effect on her." Olga's blush deepened. "And, just between us, I think she and your chauffeur were eyeing one another during the ride." Olga, couldn't protest that statement, due to its veracity.