Velvet's Story, Part 4: Absolute Submission and a New Personality
Neither of us needed a reminder that out Mistress would soon be home, or that we'd better be ready when she did arrive. The consequences of our not being prepared to open the door as she climbed the few entrance steps were only to well ingrained in us.
How things have changed since I was my own boss, sole owner and manager of my own discrete courier company, assured, positive and always totally in control; not only of my business, but of my private life too. I'd met Ebb and Flo in an internet chat room and had allowed myself to be drawn into their web of domination – assuring myself, at the time, that a little 'foray' into the world of being a submissive would make a stimulating change from my usual 'high powered' existence, also it would be reassuring to confirm that, at 37, I was still capable of appreciating new experiences 'of a sexual nature.' Besides, as I told myself, in reality I'd be the one in control and could terminate any relationship at any time. How wrong I was! In no way was I in control, and I certainly wasn't in a position to terminate anything! Now, some eight months later, here I was, subject to a totally dominant Mistress, with a rather unexpected companion in misfortune alongside me, my own company to all intents and purposes taken from me, my every moment and my mode of dress prescribed for me.
[The earlier history of Velvet's involvement with Ebb and Flo and how she came to be subject to them, can be found in 'Velvet: a Story of Obedience – 1, 2 and 3'
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Since that first evening spent in what instantly became my new home I'd learned the true extent of my subjugation. After that first evening when Ebb prepared the evening meal, it became the joint task of me and my fellow maid to undertake all meal preparation and serving, all cleaning and laundry and the task of keeping the extensive rear garden and the small front plot immaculate. Any failure or short fall in the standards expected evoked instant punishment. From that first encounter, when Flo had quickly and comprehensively chastised my naked buttocks in full view of any interested neighbours, for the misdemeanour of not keeping my pussy adequately shaved – and having her shave it for me, still in full view – I was subjected to constant physical discipline to reinforce the consequences of failure to carry out any allotted task with both expedition and accuracy.
Sometimes the chastisement was, similarly to that on the first occasion, delivered by my Mistress using her hand, sometimes by the use of an instrument; the business side of a hair brush, a riding crop or a wooden paddle; however delivered it always left my poor abused buttocks sore and bruised and, not infrequently, striped.
And that was the least of it. As I quickly learned, the extensive basement of the house had been converted into a three room suite. Apart from a flight of internal stairs leading down to an access passage a large banqueting hall spread across the rear of the property – in turn leading through a pair of French windows and up a flight of shallow steps, into the garden. The front basement, also accessed from the stairs and passage, was divided into what at first inspection appeared to be two gymnasiums.
In reality the equipment contained in the middle section was designed to inflict varying degrees of punishment and humiliation on anyone unfortunate to incur the wrath of my Mistress – and since my arrival in the house that was usually, although not exclusively, me!
Principal amongst these instruments of torture was a wall frame to which the victim could be shackled in a variety of ways; usually by the wrists and ankles with legs and arms spread akimbo and with the head held back by a neck brace with, if the controller so decreed, a metal or a leather gag inserted or a leather hood encasing the whole head – sometimes both. The whole frame could be rotated through 360° to enable the victim's body to be held horizontally, at an angle or wholly inverted. There was a variety of nipple, clitty and labial clamps available, and a selection of vaginal and butt plugs – all of which I had had the doubtful privilege of sampling from first hand!
The only things I'd not encountered, for obvious reasons, were the adjustable metal penis sheaths! Other instruments in the chamber included: an adjustable, mobile pillory; a mobile whipping post; and, a vaulting horse from which, at the touch of a button, an inbuilt leather dildo eight inches long and slightly off vertical, rose from the top surface. The same button, pushed again, set up a continuous vibration through the horse – including, of course, the leather penis. The stocks, the whipping post and the horse could be, and had been, moved into the banquet room when the occasion demanded it.
In addition to our menial duties we were, of course, also expected to be always available to our Mistress for the purposes of physical, intellectual and sexual diversion. And to undertake any and all necessary duties when our Mistress entertained – including pleasuring her guests in any way they chose. Of course, any failure to comply with any such demands merited immediate correction in the presence of the guest who hade been discommoded.
When Mistress was out I had to submit to the direction and discipline of our Mistress's other vassal; otherwise we were both held completely in her thrall.
And now here she was. We could hear the clack of her high heels on the steps outside as we stepped forward to open the door and stand, one each side with our gazes respectfully lowered, to greet her entry. Ebb no longer maintained the charade of a masculine exterior over feminine underwear for work. Ever since I'd signed the power of attorney that gave him effective control of my business, the morning after my first arrival at the house he shared with his sister Flo, my fellow vassal, he'd completely embraced his predilection.
Assuming total femininity he now dressed and acted in his feminine persona – a forceful one at that. What his fellow workers, my previous employees, or the customers made of it I've no idea. As a vassal I had no expectation of being consulted in any way, or of ever discussing such matters. Nominally the company was still mine, in part at least, and the company accountant continued to pay a substantial premium into my bank account and to control my tax affairs at remove, through Ebb.
Ebb had produced the necessary completed forms for my signature at an early hour on the morning after my initiation. Resistance on my part had led to an immediate introduction to the main article of correction – and I spent a prolonged spell, stripped naked, strapped to the rack in an inverted position, with clamps applied to my nipples, clitty and labia, clad only a hood that blanked out all sound and light, with a gag in my mouth and painful plugs inserted into my two remaining orifices.
At the third time of partial release I surrendered and signed the forms. I could resist no longer. The pain was only part of it; the complete isolation brought about by the deprivatory hood was overwhelmingly horrific as was the sense of utter humiliation as my bodily functions continued, leading me to both urinate and defecate – despite the plugs. Both of which secretions obeyed the laws of gravity and spread downwards over my inverted body.
I also signed letters to be circulated to all my staff, with extra copies for the company's books and for submission to Companies House, explaining my withdrawal as a serious and long-term disposition justifying my immediate retirement and my sudden decision to nominate Ebb as my Managing and Executive Director – taking him into a share of the business as I did so.
Surprisingly, Mistress did not require us to spend all of our time naked, or even with our essential femininity on open display. We were expected to be suitable clad in a matching set of bra', knickers of some kind, suspender-belt and stockings under an outer costume appropriate to the time of day and the task in hand. The style of knickers depended largely upon Mistresses whim and might take the form of loose legged French knickers, panties or thongs, but in all cases they were of lace bedecked silk, satin or nylon with the rest of our lingerie to match, and dark enough to be discernible through our much paler outer wear.
At Mistress Ebb's entry I was dressed in a pale lemon, gauzy, translucent short skirted afternoon dress over burnt, gold lacy nylon thong and matching, bra' suspenders and stockings – with pale lemon court shoes , to match my dress. Flo was dressed in similar style in shades of emerald and pale apple green.
