Roger went back to the dining room and with a disconsolate look on his face he cleared away the dishes. He placed them all on a tray and took them to the kitchen. Once there he placed the tray on the side and set the water running.
There was some fine china and crystal and he knew that it would be criminal to break it. As he stood at the sink and lovingly washed each piece his mind could not help but wander to his mistress and how she had been tonight.
It was obvious from her face throughout the evening that she had not invited these men voluntarily into her home. They had made her uncomfortable not just by their intrusion into her private space but also because of the way they had treated him.
At several points throughout the evening she had watched as her mistress had dug her fingers into her hand or bit her lip in frustration. Roger at times had wanted to go and comfort her but he had known that this would have only humiliated his mistress. She had to remain strong in front of these men if she was to win.
At the end of the evening she had watched as his mistress had bade these men goodbye. There had been no thanks for her hospitality and at that point Roger had known that something was wrong.
As his mistress had climbed the stairs to her room her shoulders had been slumped and gone was the strong woman of this morning.
Roger stood and cried as he dried the crystal. If he was a man he would have stood up to these men but he was a wimp and had allowed his mistress to be humiliated. He did not know what to expect when he went to her room.
Finishing the washing and drying Roger put the dishes away and then turned off the irrelevant electricity. He checked the door to the flat was bolted and locked and then he set the alarm. All was correct and he was ready to join his mistress in her bedroom.
He walked up the stairs and arrived at his mistress's door. He stood and knocked and waited for an answer. When the reply came it was a silent,
"Enter"
Roger bent his head and opened the door to his mistresses' bedroom. What he saw was the most wonderful sight. Ms. Whitehall was sat in a chair by the window. She had a book in one hand and a cigarette in another. Although she appeared to be reading her mind was elsewhere and for a moment she was not even aware that Roger was there.
When at last she did she turned to him and smiled and then she spoke.
"Roger you are my Slave and I expect nothing but complete adoration from you. You will never give yourself to another. Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress"
"What happened tonight I had no control over? The shortest of the three men is my boss and he somehow found out about my life and looked to use it to his advantage. He caught me unawares and I let him in to my life and as a result into yours.
I am your mistress and as such I can never apologize because that would undermine my position with you. However I shall make you a promise. An incident like that will never happen again and together we will have our revenge. Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress"
"Good. Now come to me"
Roger walked forward and as he did Ms. Whitehall stretched out her arms. Roger fell into the bosom of her chest and he wept. Ms. Whitehall allowed him to but she did not want him to get carried away. When sufficient time had passed she bade him to stand and then she said.
"Prepare me for bed."
Roger had been cheered by her words and comfort and so when she was ready he was only too willing to comply. He was quick to stand and pick his mistress up. He stood her up and then he went round her back.
She had a lovely black velvet dress on and Roger could not help but feel her body through the material. For once she did not admonish him but Roger knew he could not go too far. With shaking hands he reached for the zipper on the dress and drew it down.
When it was completely down he helped his mistress remove one arm and then another. The dress slid from her body and Roger made sure to catch it before it hit the floor. Lovingly he took the dress and hooked it on a hanger ready to go for dry cleaning.
He walked back to his Mistress and could not help but marvel at her beauty. She was stunning to him and he longed to made love to her. His cock strained against the ring so much it hurt. His Mistress was stood there in black silk underwear, stockings and a suspender belt.
Each item he tenderly removed until she was naked. He fought so hard not to take her there but instead pulled back the duvet and tucked his mistress in. He then lit a cigarette for her and gave it to her.
Next he prepared himself for bed. He removed the wig then his make-up. Finally he slipped out of the uniform and was naked. His mistress looked at him and then said.
"You did more than I expected of you tonight. I still owe you a punishment for this morning but I also feel you deserve a reward. You may get under the duvet with me and lie with me naked."
Roger was so excited but he knew he had to control himself. He walked slowly round to the other side of the bed and climbed him.
His mistress invited him to cuddle and this he did. Her skin felt so smooth against his and he was becoming aroused despite the ring.
Ms. Whitehall turned to him and said.
"Do you like my body slave?"
"Yes mistress."
"Do you love my body wimp?"
"Yes mistress."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes mistress"
"Good. Now Roger I need to rest for a couple of hours and think about our revenge on my boss. You may stay and cuddle me. Set your alarm for 2am."
"Yes mistress"
Then Roger looked and her eyes were closed. He reached up, turned off the light, and closed his eyes.
Roger could not believe how lucky a man he actually was. For months, he had communicated with Ms. Whitehall and built up a rapport with her better than he had ever encountered. He had not been ashamed to talk with her about his adoption and abuse.
He did however feel that he had lied to her. Laid there with her arms around him as she dozed Roger knew that he was keeping a secret from her. It was a result of his abuse and yet he had not told her.
How could he tell someone that because of his abuse he was a depressive with an alcohol problem? It required medication to get him through the day and then further medication to help him sleep.
For ten months he had not worked. He had suffered a nervous breakdown and was now a claustrophobic. Oh, he had managed to control things and was back at work but he had kept all this from her. He knew that if he was to tell her now she would be upset and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
He struggled to close his eyes. He had not brought his medication with him because he did not want his mistress to know so as she lay with her arms around him and her eyes closed he laid and looked at her, her body.
He knew that at some point he would have to cross the line and tell her exactly who he was. He did not know what to expect but whatever it was, he would handle it. His alarm clock was set for two am and he was ready for it going off.
01.50Am. Roger eased himself up from the arms of Ms. Whitehall. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do. Wrapped in her arms he felt safe and secure. She offered him comfort even when resting and he had willingly taken it.
Now however he had work to do. Ms. Whitehall had instructed him to wake at her at 2am and he was not going to disappoint her. He slipped naked out of the bed and went to the toilet. He was about to piss when he remembered where he was. This was the bathroom of Ms. Whitehall and she would not want him sullying it.
He stepped back into the bedroom and gazed with love at the resting form of his mistress. He had to leave her alone. He left the bedroom and went downstairs to his own room. There he was able to piss and refresh himself. He made sure to brush his teeth.
Satisfied and feeling alive he went to the kitchen and set the kettle to boil. As he waited, he prepared the pot for the tea. The kettle clicked off and Roger poured the hot water onto the tealeaves.
He checked his watch and saw he had two minutes. He removed the watch then took the tea up top his mistress's bedroom. As he walked in, he saw the clock tick over to 01.59am. He was ready for his mistress.
He stood naked at the side of the bed, reached over, and turned the alarm clock off. If Ms. Whitehall said 2am, she would be awake at 2am. Roger just stood there obediently and waited for his mistress to rouse herself.
The clock clicked again and showed 2am. Like a switch going on Ms. Whitehall opened her eyes. She saw her slave stood there naked holding the cup of tea and took it from him. Roger went to her bedside cabinet and lit her cigarette.
He handed it to her and watched as she inhaled. She did not cough or splutter. When the nicotine had hit her lungs and she had sipped the first taste of tea she bade Roger to sit beside her.
Roger was happy to oblige. He watched as his mistress smoked the cigarette and then drank the tea. She fascinated him. So powerful a woman. He loved her but more than that, he respected her. Ms. Whitehall finished her tea and put the empty cup on her bedside cabinet. Then she reached for Roger's hand and spoke.
"Now then my little slave. What happened tonight we must avenge. I have never felt so humiliated in my life. Not only did those men think that they had the upper hand on me they also subjected you to the ultimate humiliation. We shall make them pay."
Roger just sat there at his mistress's side and listened to all that she was saying. He knew that he only had twenty-four hours with this wonderful woman but he was going to make the most of it.
"This is my plan. Those men tonight were stupid and they did not check out their surroundings before they began their humiliation. I on the other hand by nature am a cautious person."
"Shall we go downstairs my little one?"
Roger climbed off the bed and to Ms. Whitehall's wardrobe. He opened the doors and reached in. He drew out a silk wrap and went back to his mistress. He took her by the hand and helped her to stand and then he lovingly wrapped her up.
He then took a step back and bowed his head. Although they were close, he was still her slave and knew his place. Ms. Whitehall walked past him and opened the bedroom door. She then proceeded down the stairs with Roger trailing behind her subserviently.
She went directly to the living room where earlier on that evening she had entertained the men. She went to her media centre and pressed play on the video recorder. Ms. Whitehall then turned to Roger and bade him sit next to her.
