The event was one that took place every year. Only certain estate owners were included, and they were a very select type. Essentially they were open-minded, not too old, and wealthy. Good taste and style were prerequisites.
The Dansett's had been inducted into the tradition by a neighbouring estate just two years after Christopher had inherited. As they were definitely young and open-minded, they fit the criteria perfectly.
On a date that was set a year in advance, the participating estate owners held an 'open' weekend for themselves. Usually just one of each couple travelled to another's estate after a draw had been held at Christmas. There were roughly a dozen estates in the draw each year. The date of the event was almost always early in July, when it was nice and warm outside with long hours of daylight. This year it would be Helena's turn to visit their drawn hosts. Last year, Christopher had been the one to travel.
Helena had been reading up about the estate that she was going to, and was definitely relieved to learn that the owners were only in their early forties, and the master of the house looked quite nice into the bargain. The wife wasn't too bad looking either, and had a penchant for dressing in a unique style.
The journey only took just over an hour, and the day was certainly not one for wasting inside a car. All of the way there, Helena had been feeling horny, and she couldn't wait to get a view of her host in the flesh. She idly wondered what Christopher would be getting up to while she was away. She had noticed his interest in the new young Polish speaking maid that had joined the staff recently.
As the car pulled up to the rear entrance of the house, Helena took in all of it's splendour. It was older than Dansett House, and appeared to be a little bigger too. Not surprising considering the standing of the owners. Kyle, the driver opened the rear door of the Bentley, and she stepped out onto the fine gravel driveway. It crunched delicately beneath her stiletto heels. She took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself. Her heart was racing, excitement getting the better of her a little.
'Welcome Lady Dansett.' Came the voice of the head butler from inside the main doorway as she entered the house. 'May I show you the way?' He held out his arm, gesturing for her to walk beside him. As they walked, she stole a sideways glance. The butler was a man who appeared to be in his fifties, but could well have been older. She guessed that he might have been a serious athlete in his younger days and still maintained his fitness to such a degree that it was impossible to be sure of his true age. He was immaculately presented, and seemed very friendly. He wasn't bad looking either she thought to herself.
Halfway along the main hallway the man spoke again, softly so as not to alarm.
'My Lady, are you fully aware and in agreement with the significance of today?'
Helena stopped, and turned to look at him. She smiled a warm and equally friendly smile. 'Yes, I am, and what might your name be please?'
'My name is Harvey. I have been here for over twenty years my Lady.' He replied calmly.
This told Helena all she needed to know about Harvey. It told her that he had seen all of this before, and knew what was going on, even if none of the other staff did. Of course sometimes members of the staff were actually involved, or at least some of them.
Harvey pulled a blood red coloured scarf from his jacket pocket and held it up.
'My master wishes for your pleasure to start as soon as possible, may I?'
She looked at the scarf, and nodded. She closed her eyes as Harvey carefully tied the blindfold around her head, so that she could now see nothing.
He took her hand, and then led her slowly along the carpeted floor and through the grand atrium. She would have to wait a little longer to see the house for herself. Her pulse had quickened a little more with the expectation of the unknown.
After they had walked a few minutes, the floor changed to bare marble or stone, as Helena could hear and feel the hardness of her heels clicking along. The sound echoed as if they were in an empty place. Another few minutes, and they arrived somewhere warmer. Maybe bathed in direct sunlight? Still the floor was bare. She could make out hushed whispers from someone else in the room.
'Hello my dear, Helena isn't it?'
The voice was deep, but crisp. Harvey let go of her hand. She stood alone, bathed in the warm sunlight.
'Yes it is, and you are?' She replied as calmly as she could manage.
'I am your host of course.' Came the reply. 'I hope that you enjoy your stay. Let me introduce myself.'
Suddenly she felt a hand stroke her cheek, gentle and slow. She took another deep breath.
Then she felt the front of her dress move slightly. Then a bit more. She felt the top button open, followed by the next. Then another. The warmth of the air on her skin increased as her dress was slowly undone to the waist. She felt both excited, and mildly shocked. Her nipples stiffened, her bare chest now exposed to her host. She began to feel aroused, and was now having greater difficulty staying calm. She surrendered to her situation, and did not flinch when his hand gently cupped her breast, stroking and caressing it, as if admiring a sculpture.
'Cristopher is a lucky man. The photos I have seen of you really don't do you justice. You certainly are a beautiful sculpture from nature, wouldn't you say Harvey?'
'I certainly would have to agree with you sir.' came the measured and calm reply from the butler.
Helena, now reminded that Harvey was still present, felt herself blushing a little.
'Harvey, would you take Lady Dansett to her room, and get her settled in please?'
'Certainly sir.'
He gently took hold of Helena's elbow, and led her off towards the left, still seemingly bathed in the warmth of the afternoon sunshine. She wondered what the view outside might be like.
After a slow and careful five minute walk that seemed more like fifteen, Harvey indicated that they should stop. Helena heard the key in the door, and then felt the slight change in the air as the door was opened. Harvey carefully untied the scarf, and returned it to his pocket. Helena blinked a couple of times as her sight adjusted to the brightness of the long hallway that stretched out to both the left and right of them. The decor was very elegant, extremely clean and orderly. She looked into the room before her. The parquet flooring was polished like glass, and a deep tanned colour, like caramel. The room seemed vast, disappearing round the corners of the doorway out of sight. Rich deep red, and green rugs were placed here and there to break up the expanse of wood underfoot.
'I hope that you like your room your Ladyship, if you require anything at all, and I do mean absolutely anything, please just pick up any one of the room telephones and ask.' He raised his arm and invited her to go in. She stepped onto the beautiful wooden floor, the sharp tapping of her heels echoing into the space beyond. She turned back towards the doorway and looked up at Harvey. He did have very fine features to go with those impeccable manners.
She gave him a warm smile as she made a show of noticing that her dress was still open at the front. 'I hope that you liked the view Harvey?' she said in a sultry tone. 'You can call me Helena if you prefer.' He kept a straight face as he calmly replied.
'I most certainly do like the view, and I look forward to seeing more of you during your stay. Have a lovely relaxing afternoon Helena.'
With a slight nod, he closed the door and left her alone in the huge room that was to be her home for the weekend. She slipped off her shoes, buttoned up her dress and silently explored the entirety of her accommodation. All of the furniture looked like it was either genuine antique, or bespoke made for the estate. The bathroom alone must have been twenty feet from wall to wall in both directions. It even had a separate Jacuzzi sunk into the floor as well as a huge pool like bath in one corner and a shower that was big enough for an entire football team in another.
The bedroom was of a similar scale, with the bed so wide that Helena could not reach from one side to the other while laying across it. All of the sheets appeared to be made of satin or silk, and the pillows were as soft as marshmallow. Beside the bed was a small table with the telephone and a silver tray. On the tray was a small cream coloured envelope with her name on it. She was just about to reach for it when she heard a light knock at the door. She rose and quietly padded across the glossy floor back to the doorway. Upon opening it, Helena was presented with two members of the house staff. They were dressed in a similar fashion to Dansett House's own staff.
On the left was a very fit looking man who appeared to be in his late twenties, with a figure that would not look at all out of place in an Olympic Athletics team. His face, while seemingly chiselled from stone still had a warmth to it that immediately drew Helena's gaze. She had to consciously remove her eyes from his. She looked to her right and took in the shorter, but just as breath-taking view of the maid accompanying him. She was only a couple of inches shorter, mainly due to the fact that she was wearing two inch heels. She was also dressed impeccably, although her uniform seemed a little more out of the ordinary. The regulation above the knee black skirt was crowned by a cream and gold waistcoat that was seemingly all that was worn above the waist. Her short blonde hair was cut in that scruffy chic style that seemed to suit shorter girls. Helena guessed that she was around the same age as her colleague, maybe a year or so younger. They both smiled at their guest.
'Welcome Lady Dansett, we hope that you find the room to your liking?' asked Mr Chiselled.
'Err, yes, it's very nice, and certainly has plenty of space.' She replied.
The maid asked 'Did you find the note from Lord Avenby?'
Helena paused for a second. 'Oh, is that the envelope on the table beside the bed?'
'Yes maam.'
