It was early when C woke Ffion.
"I just needed the toilet but I thought you might like to get up. You can bring us breakfast in bed in about an hour after you've made yourself presentable."
She released Ffion and padded off to the bathroom. Ffion watched her moving and felt pangs of doubt. She missed the old comfortable certainties of life as H and C. Ffion heard the toilet flush and the door of the main bedroom close behind C. Those days were gone. C was slipping back into a warm soft bed next to her warm soft lover. Ffion was alone.
She showered, then looked at herself in the mirror. As painful as her punishment had been, she couldn't see the bruising she expected. The body in the mirror was hers, she cupped her small breasts, enjoying their sensitivity, wondering about their potential. Between her legs all was diminished, belonging to a past, with nothing to offer for the future now that Ffion knew C's rejection as a lover. She dried, pulled on some white control pants and a white bra then picked out a plain white blouse and green knee length skirt. As she did her hair and make up she pondered long and hard. Ffion felt the pants crushing between her legs and the fear of losing C crushing her resistance.
Ffion could see that C was happy at last. She deserved her joy and if she would welcome Ffion to share that joy how could Ffion refuse. The pain of the previous day had been real. Ffion knew there would be more to come, she didn't know when or what form it might take, she only knew it's inevitability if she chose to accept it. Ffion feared the pain, she feared Jenny's excitement but most of all she feared the wild eroticism of C's response to the suffering. C who had always been so gentle had come alive, her eyes glinting as Jenny beat Ffion. Ffion knew that she had to accept C's judgement or lose everything. Ffion pulled on some tights, straightened her skirt, slipped into some flat shoes and went down stairs to start her tasks for the day.
Busy in the kitchen, Ffion sipped her coffee while she prepared a breakfast for the snoozing lovers. She slipped into the garden and snipped a rosebud for the tray. Up the stairs and with a gentle tap on their bedroom door she left herself in.
"Good morning Miss C, good morning Miss Jenny, " she greeted them with a smile.
C sat up, "Go out and come in properly, curtsey as you enter, look down respectfully and wait till you're spoken to."
Ffion burned with the humiliation but did as she was told. If C wanted servile, she would do her best. She tapped the door a second time, entered, curtseyed and waited. After a long moment she was told to put the tray down and was dismissed with a look from C's eyes. Ffion curtseyed as she left the room and returned to domestic tasks, cleaning in the kitchen. The house slowly came to life. Ffion heard the lovers moving around as they used the bathroom and dressed. They emerged in jumpers and jeans, ready for a morning ride. Ffion remembered to curtsey and greeted them with a good morning each. Jenny patted Ffion's bum and told her to change the bedding and do the laundry while they were out.
"Get some lunch sorted while we're out," C added.
Their tone and body language made it clear to Ffion that they expected obedience. If they were playing a game they were taking it very seriously. She curtseyed as they left the kitchen and Ffion watched a they waked, hand in hand, down the garden toward the stable. They were laughing together, sharing a joke or perhaps they were laughing at Ffion. She felt pathetic.
She went upstairs and stripped the bed. She found the instructions for the washing machine, set it going then went back up stairs to collect dirty washing for the next load. Ffion carried the collection downstairs, an armful of cotton tops and underwear, some of it her own. She was in a house with only women's clothes and while C was much slighter than her, it appeared that some of Jenny's clothes might fit Ffion. But she wouldn't dare try them without permission. She looked down, picked a pair of C's knickers and held them up to her face. She sniffed deeply and burst into tears. Those days were over.
She composed herself and went back up stairs. Ffion found the bed linen and set about making the king sized bed. She went downstairs to the desk in the sitting room to find pen and paper. She tucked the note, cut into the shape of a heart, under the covers.
'Thank you for allowing me to come. I'm here to love you, serve you and surrender to you. Ffion'
She hoped she could live up to her pledge.
Ffion returned to the kitchen and started to prepare lunch. She was hanging the washing out to dry when she heard the horses. She knew it would take a while to take their tack off and brush them down. Ffion set the table for two and boiled the kettle for tea. Finally Jenny and C returned to the house looking as though they had caught the sun on their ride. Ffion curtseyed, waited for them to take their places at the table, then served their meal. She returned to the kitchen while they ate, aware of their studied contempt for her. They giggled as she left the room. Ffion nibbled at her own lunch and began to tidy up. She heard them get up to leave the table and went out into the dining room to clear the table. She just about finished when Jenny returned, having changed into a summer dress.
"C is waiting for you upstairs," she told Ffion.
She climbed the stairs and saw C wrapped in a towel walking dipping from the bathroom to the bedroom. She stood in the bedroom, dropped the towel and invited Ffion to dry her body. C was looking as perfect as ever, naked but not vulnerable. She was confident that she could control Ffion's emotions while tormenting her with intimate access to every party of her body. Ffion gently patted C dry, starting at her arms and shoulders and finishing kneeling at her feet. C caught Ffion looking at her, knowing that she was looking attractive.
"Don't even think about it," C growled. "Get me some underwear from the drawer."
Ffion picked pink knickers and bra for C. She kneeled again and held the knickers for C to step into, then pulled them up to cover C's most intimate parts.
"You may kiss."
Ffion touched her lips to C's pubic mound. C touched Ffion's face and raised her chin to make eye contact.
"Do you still desire?"
Ffion nodded. She looked up and C's breasts filled her with passion. C shook her head.
"Not for you. Put my bra on."
Ffion stood, held the bra for C's arms, moved behind to hook it up then waited, drinking in the curves of C's body. C turned to face her.
"I still love you, but not in that way. I still want you but not for sex. Get me that dress and help me into it"
Ffion picked up the dress of its hanger. It was a long linen dress with bare arms, held up by wide straps. The pattern, with blues and greens would set off C's eyes.
"Jenny bought it for me, do you like it."
Ffion nodded and pulled it over C's head, covering her nakedness. The dress hugged her torso then flared to a full skirt. Her bosom swelled the top showing off her cleavage.
"Now those shoes."
Ffion was kneeling once more, helping guide C's feet. C looked down at her.
"You know you're free to leave. You know I'm with Jenny, you know our old life is over. I knew what you were thinking as you dressed me and I know those feelings hurt you," she giggled, "and I liked that. Isn't that funny, you just accept or you leave. You're going to stay aren't you. I want you to stay. I want you to wake up in the morning knowing that I'm in Jenny's arms and weep a little. But you're free to leave. What are you going to choose?"
Ffion's voice choked, "I want to stay."
"We're going to sit in the garden, there's a bottle of Prosecco in the fridge. Bring two glasses. We're going to talk about you. Then we're going to punish you. It'll be fun."
She turned and left Ffion feeling a wave of fear. Ffion followed downstairs then went into the kitchen. From the kitchen window Ffion's eyes followed C, watching her bottom sway as she headed for the bower in the garden where Jenny was waiting. She found the wine and two glasses then took them out to where the lovers were waiting. She curtseyed, popped the cork and filled the two glasses.
"There's a small table, it's a workbench at the end of the barn, and a couple of camping chairs. Take them into your punishment room then go and finish up in the kitchen. When you come back I want you in some nice lingerie and I want the cuffs and hood." Jenny ordered. "And don't forget those high heeled sandals."
Ffion curtseyed once more and thanked them then set about her tasks. She moved the narrow table and chairs into the out house, looking at the bare room with fear. She finished the kitchen then went upstairs to change her underwear. She chose a pastel blue longline Freya bra with matching lacey knickers, hold up stockings and slipped her feet onto the sandals. Gathering up the cuffs and hood she headed for the garden, where she curtseyed and was ignored. They were talking about her, not to her. They were sharing a note pad where Ffion could see notes made in C's neat hand and sketches. From her place Ffion could see a sketch that looked like a woman standing with the hem of her skirt raised exposing her pants that C must have drawn from a memory of yesterday.
