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Chapter 9: Service With A Smile
I was pleased with the way that Nicola was progressing. She had adapted to the costume that I required her to wear and was finding it easier to accept the role that I had placed her in. It was also fascinating to see her reaction to my direction of her sexual activity. Meriel James had not spoken of his wife’s sexual drives and, of course, I had not asked but somehow I felt that she might have found it difficult to submerge her own desires or priorities in deference to his. She had exhibited was a lustful abandon in response to my direction of her activities, however, that could only prove of benefit to her relationship with her husband. I made a note in my files to be sure to advise Meriel James of the benefit he would derive from firmness in his dealings with his wife on sexual matters.
On a more mundane level she was becoming accommodated to the idea that she should defer to her husband and avoid at all costs drawing attention to herself. The simple expedient of applying a tightly buckled ball gag at the instant she spoke out of turn had achieved a great deal in a short time. She was now most circumspect when in my company, taking care not to venture an opinion unless asked, nor to initiate conversation unnecessarily. This, I viewed, was a considerable step forward for her.
In one area, however, more effort was needed. Meriel had made it clear that his wife had directed her energies in the past towards her career. She had developed neither the skills to keep house nor, it must be said, the ability to direct those that might be employed to keep house for her. I for one am a great believer in the old adage of starting at the bottom and working up and so, although Meriel would no doubt at some point employ household staff under his wife’s direction, I determined to equip his wife with the required domestic skills that are needed in any household even though I was sure that it would prove a demanding task for Nicola James.
“You surely are not expecting me to wear that!” Nicola exclaimed. Her reaction to the maid’s costume prompted me to reach for the ball gag that I had brought with me in anticipation of needing it.
Attired as she was, with her breasts and sex bared and her waist corseted, I found her reaction almost quaint. As I picked up the rubber ball, she saw my intention and immediately adopted a more submissive demeanour. I decided to allow her reaction.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said. “It was unexpected.”
“That’s all right,” I said, calmly and quietly. “What do you ‘expect’ now?”
She looked embarrassed. “The gag, Sir, for insolent speech; the maid’s costume for that is what you wish me to wear; and the crop by way of encouragement to do better.”
I was pleased with her response. It showed at least that, even if she did not yet react automatically as she should, she did at least have the comprehension of the consequences of her behaviour. “Very good,” I said placing the gag down on the desk beside the crop where she continue to see it. I did not apply either, however, preferring her to anticipate their later use. I smiled. “Well, perhaps you might like to reconsider.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said resignedly as she took the black, long sleeved dress with its white collar and cuffs from its hangar.
I watched as she put it on, noting with pleasure how her nipples, seemed to have stiffened as a result of our exchange and were now clearly visible through the tightly fitting material of the dress. She completed her task, buttoning the dress and fastening the white apron around her waist. I thought to help her by passing the starched cap that she was to wear as part of her uniform. Her look of resigned acceptance suggested that this was proving a difficult task for her already.
“You have had a rather comfortable existence until now.” She looked at me in disbelief, not realising that a life of idleness enforced by virtue of her confinement was no less idle for all that. “It is time for you to earn your keep beneath my roof; to contribute to the running of the house.”
“You will spend your next few days in providing cleaning, laundry and cooking services. Please pay as much attention to these tasks as to others that may have brought you more immediate pleasure.” She blushed at my reference to her activities with the stimulators. “You will find cleaning things and clothes for washing and pressing in the scullery. I expect dinner to be served at 7 o’clock exactly. I will review your efforts in the morning. That will be all.”
Nicola was clearly surprised by my dismissive approach. Used to my continued attention to her every move she found the fact that I was now waving her away with disinterest hard to accept. Even so, she had become familiar enough with my requirements and reactions to set about her business without further argument. I enjoyed the sight of her backside struggling in the tight confines of her skirt as she left the room.
© Freddie Clegg 2011
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