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Chapter seven - The Preparation.
Elise stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror and ran her hands over the smooth black stockings she wore. Her hair had been tied into a tight little knot at the back of her head. The black silk corset she wore was too tight, and already it felt uncomfortable as it pinched her waist. The shoes were high and spiked, and black also. Tiny padlocks ensured they could not be removed until Rose unlocked them. Her make-up felt thick and caked on, and the perfume she wore already had her head in a spin – Rose had had been more than generous with her application of both.
Earlier in the day, Elise awoke to sunlight streaming through her bedroom window when Rose drew the curtains back. Sitting up in bed, she stretched and then pulled the sheets up around herself. She wasn't entirely sure why, but she just didn't feel comfortable being naked around Rose.
"I've prepared you some breakfast, Miss Elise. I hope you will enjoy it." Rose walked over and placed a tray on the side of the bed, then lifted the cover. It smelled good: bacon, eggs, and toast on one plate, freshly prepared fruit on another, and a steaming cup of tea.
"I'm not hungry, Rose, " Elise said, pouting and rolling over to look away.
"The cleaning staff will be here today, so you're going to have to stay in your room for most of today." Rose indicated to a large pile of magazines sitting on the dresser, "I've brought you some reading material. There are a few catalogues there too. You may choose what-ever you want from them, and I'll arrange to have it all delivered here." Then as if it was an afterthought, Rose added, "Of course, you'll choose nothing red."
Elise rolled back over and gave a little frown, "But I thought Mistress Layla liked me in red."
Rose repeated herself, "nothing in red," then she left.
Immediately Elise threw back the sheets and hurried over to the door. She turned the knob; it was locked. Resigning herself to her day, she walked back over to the bed, laid back, and began picking at the fruit as she pondered the previous evening.
Could she really admit to herself that she actually enjoyed that treatment? Her bottom and poor little pussy were still sore! And yet, she couldn't deny that that was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. How could this be so? Once again her head spun in confusion. And Rose, why was she being so nice this morning? What did she want? Most of all Elise wondered about Layla – yes, beautiful and intriguing Layla. "L-Lay-la!" she said the name out loud.
Her day dragged, interrupted only once when Rose brought her lunch. Elise, however, managed to amuse herself for most of it by choosing a whole new wardrobe from the catalogues she had been given. She wondered how much it would all cost? Certainly more than she could ever have been able to afford. Still, Rose had told her , "Choose what ever you want," – and so she had.
Late in the afternoon Rose returned. "You will need to be bathed and be prepared in one hour," she told Elise.
"Prepared?"
"Yes, Mistress Layla has invited a few friends over for a little dinner party tonight, and she would like you to attend."
Elise liked the sound of that. "I'll be sweet. I'll be polite. Above all, I'll be sexy and seductive," she thought smugly, wondering exactly who might be invited. "Yes, I'll show her and that black bitch how good I can be."
"Quickly now," Rose told her, pointing with her crop towards the bathroom.
Elise stood up and waited for the maid to leave; however, Rose just stood there. "I can take care of myself."
"Oh, but I insist," Rose replied.
"That's ridiculous, I don't…"
"I said, I insist. Now move that sweet lily white ass of yours, girl." Rose raised her crop and swung it through the air. It made a whooshing sound before landing on Elise's bare bottom.
"Arh!"
"I really get so tired of telling you twice," Rose told her, delivering a couple more quick slaps. Elise jumped. Her face contorted, and she cried out again. That seemed like enough to convince her that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to be watched while she bathed. Elise's bottom lip quivered, partly in pain, partly in anger. She rubbed her ass cheeks with her hands, then turned and stormed into the bathroom.
When the tub was full, Rose indicated for Elise to get in. This time the girl did what was expected of her. Closing her eyes, she immersed herself down into the warm water and tried to forget about Rose standing there. Elise felt a hand on her breast! It Rose, of course.
"I will take care of you," she said, smirking and gently brushing the back of her fingers over one of Elise's nipples.
"But I can wash myself!"
"Oh, but I insist," Rose told her, cupping a little water in her hand and letting it trickle down between the girl's young breasts.
Elise took a deep breath and tried to relax. Being bathed, by another woman, was a new experience for her. Perhaps she may have enjoyed it if Layla had been kneeling next to the bath instead.
Rose had almost finished when she smiled and rubbed her hand down the girl's belly, forcing her fingers between her closed thighs.
Elise was mortified. How dare this woman… this black woman… this maid… touch her in such an intimate manner! She wanted to protest, but the threat of the crop forced her to rethink the situation. Instead, Elise gritted her teeth and allowed herself to be fondled. Rose took full advantage, squeezing the girl's delicate clit between her fingers, then sniggering when she was unable to keep from crying out in pain.
"There you like that don't you, little slut?" Rose purred.
Elise ignored her.
Rose pinched her once more, then leaning down, hissed in her ear, "I said, you like that don't you, little slut?"
Elise cried out again, then pursed her lips before replying, "Yes, Rose."
"Rose knows what little sluts like."
Elise braced herself, waiting for the ordeal to end. Yes, she enjoyed being touched by another woman, and yes, confusing as it was for her, she had indeed discovered the sweet pleasure of pain last night, but pleasure only by the hand of the lovely Layla, not by that of this harpy . For a moment, Elise closed her eyes and managed to block Rose out of her mind, letting her thoughts drift – she remembered the dress her mistress had worn last night, and how shiny her dark hair looked, how her perfume smelled so sweet and intoxicating…. Oh yes…. Oh no… now what was that insolent maid doing? Elise was jolted back to the present as Rose pushed a finger deep inside her vagina.
"What's the matter bitch, you ain't never been finger fucked before?" Rose enquired, laughing and then, mercifully, removing her hand. "Alright, we haven't got time for games now. Get out and dry yourself off"
For the first time since meeting Rose, Elise happily obeyed her. She patted herself dry, then wrapping the towel around herself, walked out into the bedroom.
"You will put this on," Rose told her, holding up a black lace corset.
Elise let the towel drop away, then exchanged it with Rose for the corset. She turned away and stepped into it, pulling it up over her legs and body, then cupping her breasts and giving them a gentle shake to ensure they weren't caught at all.
"Here, let me help you with that." Rose grabbed hold of the laces at the back and began to pull.
"Ouch! Not so tight!" Elise protested.
"This is how Mistress Layla likes it. Now the stocking."
Elise moved to sit down on the bed.
"No, stand, I want to watch you put them on."
Elise's eyes narrowed – How dare this woman treat her this way! She grabbed the stocking from the maid's hands and slowly rolled them up her legs, smoothing them with her hands, while avoiding all eye contact with the other woman.
"Oh, yes, you do have good legs don't you, little whore?" Rose grinned and moved closer to Elise, rubbing both her hands over the girls thighs. She tilted her head to one side and flicked her tongue out to almost touch Elise's mouth.
Elise was disgusted and immediately stepped back and made a little sniffing sound. "What else am I to wear?"
"Oh, how very forgetful of me, Miss Elise. Why, of course we can't have you going down to dinner looking like that now can we?" Rose sounded sugar sweet as she stared down at the girl's semi naked body. She walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black high-heeled shoes. "You'll wear these too."
"Yes, but where's my dress? There will be other guests. I can't possibly go down …"
Rose laughed, "You are dressed, slut. Now sit down I need to take care of your hair and face."
Elise's head was full of questions; however, for the time being, she decided it would be best to just do as she was told. She sat down on the end of the bed and allowed Rose to make her ready.
Now fully 'prepared' and gazing at herself in the mirror, she began to feel extremely uncomfortable in the knowledge that this was all she would be allowed to wear tonight.
Rose finished tidying up, then waving the crop at Elise, announced. "Well, it's time to go and greet the guests, Miss Elise. And you had better be on your best behavior."
Swallowing hard, Elise stood up and followed Rose down the stairs and into the hallway. 'So what if Layla wants me dressed like this,' she thought as she stared down at the floor. ' So what if she wants to have a few ladies over for diner, and I'm one of them.'
They were about to enter the dinning room when a masculine voice from behind them spoke.
"Are you going to introduce me, Rose?"
Elise spun around to see a tall blond man wearing a dinner suit and a smug grin, leaning up against the wall and drawing back on a cigarette. She blushed, and attempted to cover her sex with her hands. Her face burned with embarrassment. She felt extremely uncomfortable standing there almost naked, in front of this suave and well-dressed man. He stubbed his cigarette out in a nearby pot plant and hurried to catch up with the two women.
"Good evening, Patrick," Rose said without smiling.
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