Chapter Three
Wednesday, I had Friday on my Mind
When Friday came around, Corrine wasn't late, she was punctual. One of her more welcoming traits. At 5.45 Corrine rapped on Madeleine Osborne's front door. She had gone to extra lengths to make herself even more attractive than normal. She had bought new jeans, skin tight, and a pair of black patent leather 2" heels. A black silk shirt undone down to her belly button with self-adhesive tape keeping it attached to her chest. She was wearing makeup, for the first time in years. Her lips were glossed in bright red, a pencil-thin eyeliner, her hair had been cut and styled. She thought she looked stunning. Even her mother complimented her, which wasn't unusual, her mum normally complimented her daughter, especially when she did something out of the norm. This time she said to her husband in passing, "Whoever she is getting dolled up for, must be special. Did you notice she was wearing some makeup, our little Corry wearing makeup, who would have thought it?"
Her parents did ask her about the collar when they eventually saw it and asked why it said what it did, and what it meant. Corrine wasn't used to lying to her parents and she felt uncomfortable when she said she lost a bet and had to wear it for a month or so. It didn't mean anything. Her simple logic was, that no matter what Ms. Osborne asked of her, she would have it all under control inside the first month.
No more was said about it. Little did she know.
When Madeleine Osborne opened her front door, she was stunned. "WOW Corrine, you look stunning I am going to have to keep an eye on you tonight," She stood at the front door and looked her up and down. "Very, very, sexy you had better come in or the neighbors might think I have hired an escort for the night," She said with a laugh in her voice.
Once inside the house, Madeleine Osborne started telling Corrine what was going to happen. "You will get into your maid's outfit and greet everyone when they come into the dining room. You won't say a word. Tonight you will live up to your reputation. You won't refuse anyone who wants to touch, lick, kiss, or fuck you. Is that understood Corrine?"
"I'm not sure how to respond to something like that?" She replied.
"A simple, Yes Mistress, will do," The answer came with a stern look as the tutor also ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip.
"Yes, Mistress of course. But how should I respond if another Mistress speaks to me?"
"Keep your head bowed and eyes, down. That will tell the person that you are unwilling to talk with her. She will ask you who your Mistress is. You will look for me in the room and when found let the other Mistress see who you are looking at. Your obedience will be appreciated,"
Corrine's heart started racing, she had never been in a situation like this. "Mistress?" She asked, "What happens if they don't take no for an answer?"
"For a start, that won't be an issue because you will never say no to a Mistress. If you feel threatened, make eye contact with me, my role in this relationship is to ensure you are safe all of the time. Which reminds me, you should have a safe word, a word only you and I know,"
Corrine smiled, she knew what that word would be. "Auxilium," (help)
"What does it mean Corrine?" Madeleine Osborne asked.
"There are many meanings, basically it means coming to someone's aid, or helping them out of a situation,"
"Perfect my sweet. The moment you utter 'Auxilium' I will be on my way to you,"
The feeling coming over her was one of being contented, safe, and comfortable. "Mistress," She asked, "Would you like me to change into my maid's outfit here or would you prefer I wait until we are at your friend's place?"
Madeleine Osborne held out her hand to her. Corrine took hold of it and her Mistress led her to her boudoir. It was more than just a bedroom, this was her inner sanctum, her private room, which only the very privileged got to see. Her 'spare room' was where she took her casual encounters. Corrine had no idea about any of this of course. This night was going to become paramount in defining her whole future.
"This is my private place Corrine," She extended her arm with a flourish and completed a full circle, tugging her slutty sub behind her. "You my sweet will dress here for me," Madeleine Osborne walked into her wardrobe, a not-so-small dressing area. She retrieved the maid's outfit and laid it on the bed. The bed itself was an antique four-post Anglo Indian raj mahogany king-size bed of Edwardian design, complete with four cast iron ringlets discretely hidden, one on each corner of the bed. She sat on the bed and pointed to a spot in front of a curved full-length mirror, smiled at Corrine, and instructed her to commence.
Corrine looked back at her newfound Mistress and did as she was commanded. She removed the black silk shirt from the tape fixing it to her chest, she then revealed her chest. She had highlighted her nipples with dark red lipstick, not in a harsh way but delicately. Pulling the shirt from her new jeans she undid the remaining buttons slipped it from her shoulders and let it slide down her arms behind her. It fell silently to the floor. She kept her eyes on her Mistress wetting her lips occasionally, purposely to be provocative, to draw this raven-headed older woman to her.
The battle of wills had commenced.
Corrine slowly ran her fingers around the waistband of her jeans, then using just her index finger and thumb she slowly drew the zipper down. All the while she was swaying her hips, rotating her shoulders, and continuously letting her tongue run over her lips and around her opened mouth.
Madeleine Osborne looked on, she was thinking to herself that a night with this tease would be delightful, she would use all of her 'equipment' on her. Bound her wrists, attach the meter-long spreader to her ankles, clamp both her nipples and her clit, and introduce her to a butt plug while she is both blindfolded and gagged. All of this would be done before she got to feel both the 5-foot-long whippy cane and her favorite riding crop. Yes, she would let this young girl have her moment in the sun, so to speak, and later tonight after the dinner it would be her turn to tease and teach this minx. She smiled at the thought of what would most likely take place in the forthcoming hours.
Corrine gently flicked the button on the top of her jeans and opened them, revealing a pair of black lacy crotchless thongs. Madeleine Osborne wasn't aware they were crotchless at that moment. Corrine edged down her jeans, forcibly pushing them down her legs. She had to remove her heels and pull each leg of the jeans from her legs. Finally, she was free and she slipped her heels back on. She stood there, looking into her ex-tutor's eyes. She then carefully turned around and bent over revealing her crotchless thong. Madeleine Osborne had to hold back her desire to rush over to her young student and ravish her womanly body. Instead, she clapped, ever so slowly, and remarked, "That was so hot Corrine. I think you should do that again for me after tonight's little gathering,"
"Yes Mistress," Came the reply with a twinkle in her eye.
"Now, take that thong off and give it to me, and get into your outfit for the evening. I'll need to get dressed as well. You may watch me,"
Corrine removed her thong and handed it to her new Mistress, she smiled at her and put it on her bedside table. She then held out the French maid's outfit and Corrine took it from her and stepped into it. Pulling it up to her waist, where she fastened a small simple hook and eye latch. Carefully she pulled the little pinny up over her chest and using the double-sided tape she ensured it was attached and covered her nipples. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror behind her and if she was careful when she had to bend her knees, she could do so without letting too much of her bushy mound show. The dress just covered her backside, she felt cheap and nasty. Not a nice feeling at all.
She went and sat on the bed while Madeleine Osborne first got undressed, and then dressed in front of her. Not saying a word. Her tight black leather jeans shone under the harsh dressing room light. She then pulled out a Gothic Medieval Overbust Corset. The Lingerie Bustier was designed to be a body shaper. It held her waist in while pushing her 36" Ds upwards and outwards. Corrine was stunned and gulped at what was before her eyes.
