The House of Louve
CH 2: The Tail of Two Houses
Paul reached the door to his bedchambers at the same time Grace came up the back stairs. Her eyes wide with wonder and jealousy.
"How could he do that to me? How could he bring this slave to his chamber? I have served him for years. He is mine." Grace told herself. In reality, her womanhood flowed with juices down both of her thighs causing Grace to walk slightly bowlegged, she looked at the slave and wish it to be her.
"How can I help you Master Paul?" Grace said kneeling next to the door leading to his chamber. Paul looked down at her.
"Grace did I not say meet me inside my chambers? Not outside my chambers?"
"Yes, Master Paul."
"Then get inside." He said striding past her. Grace stood up and looked into the eyes of Melody for a brief moment before following Paul into his chambers. Melody looked at the room and was impressed, Master Lansac never allowed her in his bedroom.
"Grace Elizabeth, my new title is Marquis du Dijon and this is my slave, Melody. Please removed her the binds and strip her. Wash her body in my tub; provide her with at least one house staff garment and shoes. Once finished both of you come see me in the library. In addition, undergarments are to be remove and not worn unless you have the red flow, you must tell me. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Marquis." Grace said bowing her head. Grace proceed to remove the ball gag off Melody's head.
"Oh thank you Master. May I speak with you alone Master?"
"You may speak freely here in front of Grace."
"Master, I should not be treated in such as manner as you have described to Mistress Grace." Graced blushed as Melody described her as a Mistress.
"Melody, do you need another reminder of exactly WHO I am? Do I need to show Grace how a disobedient slave who disagrees and questions her Master's instructions? Do I need to ripe those garments off your body, tie you to the frame of my bed and whip your ass with my riding crop for questioning my authority over you and Grace?"
"No, Master. Please forgive my impertinence to your commands. I am your servant." Melody said as she knelt in front of Paul with her head on the floor.
"You will teach her how clean, below no hair below your neck. Stand Slave. Grace, Melody will teach how to remove you hair below the neck. You will then perform it on Jasmine, get on with it. Strip this slave, clean her, and make her look like she is part of our house staff."
"Yes, Master Paul." Grace grabbed Melody by the elbow and pulled her along the back wall to the bathing tub, ribbed the soiled old burlap dress off Melody's body. Melody still shackled to her collar and hobbled looked confused.
"Mistress, untie my hands first then I will help you remove my wrist and ankle irons." Grace reached up and untied the knot and the leash from Melody's collar. Reaching to remove the collar Melody stopped her."
"Master said only my ankle and wrist irons. He did not say to remove my collar."
"If you do not want it to get wet then I will remove it. If you do not care, I will leave it on. A warning -- when leather is wet it is pliable, but when it dries the leather tightens up and will be tougher next time." Grace said with a little venom in her voice.
"Grace, I better not hear that tone in your voice again or I will take you over my lap and raise that lovely ass of yours and keep you naked for the rest of the day. Understand Grace?"
"Yes, Master Paul." Grace said blushing. Melody did not move or say a word. Smiling inwardly, she knew her new Master would do just that later on this evening. Paul stood and walked out his door towards the library.
"Mistress Grace, a word of warning, Master has changed since he left this morning. If you want for his attention, then best be yourself and not worry what he will do with me or how he will treat me. I am and will always be his slave since he now owns Castle Dijon and the title of Marquis Dijon. Grace he will come to you soon I know. Be prepared, he will be exacting, and very persuasive when administering punishment." Melody told Grace. She removed the collar and sat down in the tub. Grace started to wash the slave, Melody, beautiful blonde hair, perky breast and her nipples long and thin. She felt a tingle run through her breasts and her nipples tightened up. How wonderful it would be to be a slave like her.
Paul descended the stairs and turned toward the library. Once inside he saw his father writing a letter.
"Father, to whom are you writing?"
"I am producing documentation that several of my Counts are stealing from our taxes. I am addressing it to all, but surely, one may exact penance for calling out those individuals. In addition, I have written an update to my will providing that you will become the new Marquis du Compte should I befall some tragedy. If I should die, you will be Master of the house and all inside to include the house staff, slaves, and lands that I hold. No matter what the circumstances are of my death."
"Remi? I will seek revenge for your honor and the honor of our good name, if you die by others hand." Paul said with more confidence and strength since returning from Dijon. There was a knock on the door of the library and Remi granted entry.