Lord Bedford's Dungeon
Won't you come and play?
Lord Bedford's Dungeon
Debauchery on display.
She shot up in bed, with those mimicking lyrics rolling through her head. It sounded like children's voices chanting in her head. She turned the light on, in a cold sweat Who in the world was Lord Benford and why did that name haunt her?
Today was Saturday, her day of leisure. It was almost time to get up so she started her day early. There was no possible way she could get back to sleep now. The name Benford rolled around in her head making her pause more than once throughout the day.
She spent the morning cleaning and catching up on bills, then walked to retrieve her mail after hearing the squeak of the mailbox lid. The mailman waved hello to her when she popped her head out, then headed on his way.
Bills, bills, bills!... She was so tired of spending every last cent she earned, on bills. Throwing the pile on the countertop, she noticed a pale blue envelope amidst the pile of white. Cautiously she pulled it aside and looked at the handwritten name and address, which belonged to her. The return address was simply... L.B. She knew it was Lord Benford, but her memory of him was so vague, it only frustrated her more.
Her fingers shook slightly while she opened the envelope using great care, for some unknown reason, to not tear the envelope. Using a knife she slid it under the corner and made a slow clean cut across the top.
You are cordially invited to a gala
at Lord Bedford's home.
Black and white attire is requested.
Saturday, August 19th
6:30pm
Please RSVP by Saturday, August 12th
901-555-1212
Today was August 12th. What should she do? The questions that taunted her and haunted her could send her either direction. She knew that part of dealing with fears was facing them, so she picked up the phone and dialed. A gentleman answered the phone.
"Hello."
She swooned slightly...that voice... did something to her.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
"Oh yes, hello."
"How may I help you, Miss?"
"I am calling in regard to the gala invitation."
"Ah yes, the gala. Will you be attending?"
"Well, yes, I think so."
"Yes or no, Miss?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Very well. I will have a limo at your home by 5:00pm, next Saturday."
"No wait, you don't have to do that. I can drive myself."
"I have no parking accommodations Miss. If you wish to attend you must be chauffeured."
"Yes Sir, I understand."
"Is there anything else, Miss?"
"What shall I wear? I have nothing opulent, as it seems is expected."
"I will send an outfit in the limo for you to change into, my Queen. There is a privacy wall between the driver and the back, so you may change on the way here."
"Queen?"
"I must be going now. I anticipate your arrival next Saturday. Good day."
~click... the phone went dead.
She pulled the phone away from her ear and watched in slow motion as her hand laid it in its cradle. Queen?... my Queen? Why did that have such a familiar ring to it?
The following weekend approached quickly. After her errands, she showered and prepared to be picked up at the indicated time. Just to be safe she wore her best black dress and heels, in case he forgot to send an outfit for her. Since it was a gala, she thought she should do something special with her hair. Pinning it in place with a comb in the back, she worked diligently to draw down small pieces to curl and form ringlets that framed her face and neck.
Supposedly the new rage is shimmer dust that girls wear, so she bought some just for this evening. Dusting it lightly over her chest and arms, there was a glimmer to her skin that wasn't overbearing. Lastly, she held the power puff over her head and shook it softly allowing a very few of the sparkles to land in her hair.
She thought better of wearing a lot of makeup, and opted for a more natural look. With light reddish brown tones she did her and lips and finished with a soft sable eye shadow. Looking in the mirror she laughed to herself. "I do look like a Queen... ok, well maybe a Princess."
Giddy, she pulled on her dress, hose and heels and tossed a few items in her purse so she could freshen up later. At precisely 5:00pm the limousine arrived in front of her small home. The driver came to her door. A few neighbors were out walking and stopped to stare. In her town a limo was an oddity, especially in her quaint neighborhood. The driver escorted her to the limo and opened the door for her. She gasped at the interior, it was so spectacular.
As they drove away, the onlookers watched in awe. She knew that they had a good hour drive before they arrived, so she looked around.
The driver spoke, "Miss, there is a package for you lying on the seat."
"Oh, thank you Sir."
"You're very welcome, Miss."
She saw a rather large box and opened it. Inside was a beautiful black dress with a very low swooping V in the back. The front looked like it would cover her for the most part with a modest neckline. Under the dress she found undergarments to don, as well. Black breast pads that adhere to the skin under the breast so there is no bra strap in the back were something new to her. Crotchless fishnet stockings and a pair of black heels with a small leather clasp that fastened around her ankle were at the bottom.
"How am I going to change, Sir?"
"I will put up the privacy wall."
"Thank you, Sir."
The black wall rose when he pushed the button, until she found herself encased in the interior of the limousine with tinted windows. She dug through the box looking for panties but found none. Shimming and slithering her way into the new outfit she loved how the clothing felt. It was obviously very costly because of its texture. The dress was made of silk. It shimmered from the vague light cast on it, by the small opera lights inside the limo.
The driver noticed less movement and spoke to her over the intercom. "Are you finished dressing, Miss?"
"Yes Sir, I am."
"To your right, you will find a bottle of champagne and another small gift box."
"Thank you, Sir."
She reached to find a bottle of champagne chilling. The small gift box was there as well. Opening the long narrow box, she found a diamond bracelet that took her breath away. With dainty fingers she removed the bracelet and placed it upon her wrist. Even in the dimly lit limo, it glistened brilliantly. Removing a champagne flue from a closed cabinet she poured a small drink and nestled into the plush leather seat for the duration of her ride to Lord Bedford's gala.
When they were close to the city the limo driver pushed another button that raised a panel over all the windows rendering her sightless. She wanted to see the city but to no avail. When she asked the driver to put them back down he ignored her and finally said he was doing his job.
The limo weaved and veered through the city until she had no concept of where she was. Finally they halted. She heard him get out. It wasn't long before he came to open her door. She stood before an entrance to a beautiful townhouse with a curved driveway.
The limo was parked under an awning, to protect those arriving from the elements. Pillars stood at each side of the entrance. He stood at the limo door and left her to walk alone. She summoned all her courage to walk toward the door.
Two butlers greeted her and bowed politely, at her arrival. Inside she was ushered past a few other guests, by a beautiful woman with long dark hair. From there she was taken to a private room. The woman spoke to her in a soft voice.
"I will leave you for now. Someone will be in shortly."
