Jewel smiled as she sipped her glass of port. The dinner party had been an amazing success. The staff had been flawless, and even with the minor hiccups in the kitchen that the guests never saw, it all came together beautifully. Her body was tired, but her mind reeled in both reprimands at the problems, and congratulations at the successes of the evening. The smoke of cigars swirled around her as she sat quietly on the floor. The last of the guests began to make their way out for a full evening of fun and frivolity. Slowly she closed her eyes and let her shoulders fall forward across her knees, a gentle hand slowly stroked her hair with swirling conversation.
She had not noticed the last of the guests rise to leave. It was the sudden separation of the hand from her head that alerted her something was amiss. The body behind her rose, the voice above thanking the guest for a wonderful evening. Jewel tried to pull herself out of her own thoughts to no avail. She had not realized how separated she had become from the crowd around her,in the sudden realization that she had no doubt failed in some aspect of service in the last little while. Slowly her mind once again berated her on her misstep. Her emotions slipped into autopilot, the familiar tentacles of shielded numbness seeped through out her very soul. Apologies automatically formed, the recognition that there was no excuse for such a misstep took hold in her mind.
The figure behind her once again took its seat and slowly stroked her hair. Without warning a handful was taken up in a claw like fist and her head was pulled backward. She tried to look around in wide eyed wonderment but could only make out the ceiling of the tent above her.
"You did an amazing job this evening my dear, and yet I do not sense satisfaction from you." He said, while she could feel him probing her emotions, looking for the answer to her current state.
She threw on a smile and tried to force it through her eyes. "Glad to be of service Sir," she recited without thought.
He let her hair go abruptly and forced her head forward. She tried to quickly regain her balance so as to neither topple nor spill her glass of port.
"I see." he said quietly.
"And what pray tell do you see?" she said automatically.
This scene had played out countless times before and usually ended in light banter and conversation. Slowly Jewel closed her eyes and waited for the next move. It never came.
The glass was out of her hand before she could blink, and her hair was pulled straight up.
"Go inside and change into the outfit that has been laid out for you. Quickly." He stated firmly without further movement on his behalf.
In an act of quiet defiance over the change in pattern, Jewel walked slowly into the cabin and back towards her sleeping quarters. She was in no mood for sadistic games. Her body was tired and her mind had work to do. She needed to recount the evenings situations, find the flaws and think about how to correct the mistakes in the future. The determination in her step increased as she thought about lying down for a short bit to make this non-sense stop. She came up short when she saw the dress lying on the bed.
The black material looked as if it mimicked every curve on a woman's body. The skirt was so short she was sure that it would barely cover the edges of the cheeks of her ass. There were no undergarments, save for the garter and stockings, and the patent shoes sitting on the floor were something she recognized all too well.
Her mind raced. Her body screamed out of panic, exhaustion and a tinge of excitement. Somehow she was caught in her own world and did not hear him enter the cabin.
"I believe I said quickly. This does not look quick to me." He said firmly.
She started to make excuses. Reasons that this whole thing was a bad idea. Ideas for her to rest a bit, mainly so that he would forget and call the whole thing off.
"Get dress. Your delay will only make the inevitable worse." he almost growled the words.
Jewel turned to remove her garments. Quietly she folded each one with a practiced grace. She picked up the garter belt, placing it neatly around her waist. Turning around, she sat on the edge of the bed. The stocking felt smooth in her hand as she worked it with her fingers. Easing it up her leg, the softness of the nylon encased her leg. With the same motion she encased her other leg and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling.
She looked at the dress lying across the bed. It was shaped like an hourglass. The form would fit right next to every curve, and her mind filled in that it would show every bump and bulge. She dreaded the next move, but the steely eyes watched her every move in silence. Each second was costing her something, even if she did not currently know the cost.
Stepping into the top, the dress hugged her tightly. The seams were in just the right places to disguise any flaws, and to highlight her curves. As predicted the skirt skimmed the edge of her cheeks. Bending down would not be advisable, neither would walking at anything other than a calculated pace and sitting in anything other than the fashion of the Royal family would give the world a show of all she had to offer.
Finally she looked down at the shoes. Careful to bend in the most graceful way possible, although the dress refused to allow such things to happen, Jewel reached for her shoes and attempted to place them on her feet. Her struggle was allowed to continue for long moments. In a quiet move the figure beside her landed on a knee and placed the shoe on her foot. She hated him for making her unable to do it herself and yet was grateful that he had assisted her without the necessity to request it.
