Part 2: Dominas-Kongress
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Chapter 8: The village
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The episode in the stables might not be what I expected when I applied for the job at Foxglove Hall, but it has only fuelled my previously repressed desire for the type of life on offer in Mistress Matilda's thrall. Although I've asked to defer giving my decision until tomorrow morning, I'm already sure that I will stay in Mistress Matilda's employ. My hesitation is only because I know that it's a watershed moment in my life. Somehow I'm going to need to explain my choice to my sister, Rose.
Mistress Matilda releases me from the bridle and arm restraints so that I can take a warm shower. She has retired to her bedroom by the time I'm refreshed and feeling warm again. I enter my own room to find the bridle and leather arm restraint on my drawer unit, next to the promised cheese and crackers. I consume the food, which will need to be enough to keep me going until breakfast. Although I feel ready for bed, I take a few moments to admire the fascinating craftsmanship involved in the bridle's creation. Despite my recent experiences, my imagination runs wild as I conjure up fantasy adventures involving various forms of bondage. I fall asleep imagining my submission and obedience to Mistress Matilda's dominion.
I'm up bright and early the next morning and downstairs in time for the initial six o'clock rush for breakfast. There's plenty of friendly chatter, but nobody asks why I missed yesterday's evening meal. Although I'm sure most of the female staff get fucked by Master Arthur at one time or another, it isn't a subject that gets raised during meals. I tuck into my bacon and eggs, making up for my meagre snack yesterday evening.
After breakfast, I prepare myself for today's duties. I'm not entirely sure why I gather my hair into the high ponytail that would align with the ring at the top of the bridle. I even wind the thin leather strap around my hair, forcing my ponytail to rise higher above my head. It leaves my ear tag visible, but I've stopped feeling embarrassed about that as soon as I realised that the other employees wear one.
The routine for the next few days is much the same. I help Mistress Matilda in her office doing a variety of routine office jobs. I'm still not sure why she has me wear a leather top and skirt, but it seems to please her to have me dressed this way. From my point of view, it certainly adds a bit of spice to an otherwise tedious set of tasks.
Mistress expects instant obedience from me, but she never maltreats or abuses me. Both Master and Mistress have a remarkable understanding of my personality and my fetish for being subjugated. While Mistress trains me in total submission and obedience to her control, my fledgling love of bondage is a journey that Master Arthur and I explore together. Keeping me sexually charged is all part of the lure to retain me in their employ. I find myself eager to submit, obey and please their every whim.
Master Arthur uses every excuse to draw me into his clutches. He can get very inventive when it comes to seducing me. He can't fuck me, but that doesn't matter. His skilful use of restraints on me gives pleasure to both of us. I become familiar with metal yokes, spreader bars and steel corsets as our games expand into new territory. Only my cunt and arse remain free of any invasion.
Although Mistress has confiscated my personal phone, she doesn't prohibit me from contacting friends and family. I call my sister every other day, and continually reassure her that everything is alright. She accepts my explanation for my new phone number as my need to use a work supplied phone. My days off clash with Rose's work days, so I don't get the opportunity to visit her at home.
Mistress allows me two full days a week off work. She warns me that when she has guests at the Hall, my free time will be considerably less. My first day off is a bit of a challenge. I get to wear my own clothes, which initially feels strange. It takes me a while to adjust to having freedom rather than submitting to orders. However, my moments of freedom are valuable, as they make me all the more willing to surrender my independence when I'm back under Mistress Matilda's control.
Although I must wear the chastity belt while I'm within the Hall and grounds, there's no requirement for me to do so once I pass the front gate. As Mistress promised, the electronic lock on the belt automatically releases as soon as I'm beyond the estate boundary. There's a hidden lockable box bolted to the outside of the boundary wall to store my chastity belt when not in use. When I pass through the gates, I duck into the bushes and free myself from the chastity belt, reversing the process on the return trip.
The nearest village to the Hall is called Foxglove, obviously named after the Hall... or the other way round. It consists of a score of cottages, a small general store that doubles as a café, and the obligatory English pub. The nearest church and school are in the next village, about two miles away. The pub is unimaginatively called 'The Foxglove'. In a region where local residents probably know every other local inhabitant for miles around, I'm not surprised when I'm immediately regarded as a curiosity.
"You work up at the Hall, then, Dearie?" asks the elderly woman behind the store counter.
"Yes. I started there last Wednesday. I'm Laura, Mistr... Lady Matilda's assistant."
"Hmm. Not many young women take to working up at the Hall. Too many sprogs born to lasses who worked there. Most sensible girls avoid the Hall like the plague."
I've learned enough of the local idioms to know that 'sprogs' are what the locals call the children of unwed mothers.
"I'm not likely to suffer that fate as Lady Matilda's assistant," I reply, trying to keep the tone light-hearted.
"Yes. But be wary of Lord Arthur. He likes to dip his wick is every young maiden's honey-pot. And beware of the Earl, should he ever decide to grace us with his presence again. He's got a voracious appetite for ploughing young women."
I steer the conversation onto safer topics. I've no intention of revealing my means of protection from Master Arthur's rampant cock. I purchase a few things before taking a walk around the village. There aren't many cars about, and the scene around me could have easily been the same a hundred years ago. I see a few people as I tour the village. Most locals are well past retirement age, although there are a couple of young mothers with toddlers. I quietly wonder whether the mothers are former employees at the Hall. Some of the cottages look empty, although not abandoned. I stand admiring the garden of one of them.
"That's a holiday home," says a young woman, answering my unasked question. "Won't be long before all the village's cottages are sold off as holiday homes for city-dwellers. More money to be made selling them as holiday homes at grossly inflated prices, than renting them out to the likes of us. You must be the new girl up at the Hall. I'm Victoria. This here is young Arthur."
