“I remember. I thought I would wear the royal blue with the spaghetti straps.”
Rose was stumped for a long time about what to get Master Robert for his 40th birthday. She wanted something special, but what do you get for a man who has everything and is rich enough to buy almost anything?
She finally thought of something he didn’t have. No one really needs one, but she found a vintage sterling silver whiskey flask made around the turn of the last century. On the face of it was a raised image of Neptune’s wife, a stunning nude resting on waves in relief. It seemed the perfect gift with his love for the sea and for women. On the back, she’d had his monogram and her own sentiment engraved.
They arrived at Drew and Madeline’s just before 7:00 pm. Drew came to the door saying, “Sorry, old man. Change of plans – we are taking you out tonight. Maddy didn’t feel up to cooking today.”
“Is she alright? We can just make it another time.”
“No, Rob, she got a nap earlier and she feels fine, now. Just tired I think.”
When they got to the restaurant, Robert was actually surprised! No one really thought they would pull it off. He turned to Rose and asked, “Did you know about this?”
Madeline answered, “Of course she did. How do you think I got the guest list?”
He was so shocked that everyone laughed. “No one has ever gotten something past me before!”
While the men talked, Madeline pulled Rose aside. She had liked Rose the minute she met her. She touched the choker around Rose’s neck and said, “Drew told me Robert collared you! Congratulations!”
Rose was confused. “Thank you. Why did you congratulate me?”
“Rose! Don’t you know what it means to be collared? Robert has never collared a sub before. Robert considers you ‘his.’ Drew tells me he treats you differently than any other, too.”
“He did give me this beautiful choker.” She still looked like she didn’t understand.
Madeline asked, “Didn’t you notice the padlock? You can’t take it off, can you?”
“Well, he gave me a key.”
“What color is the key?”
“Silver – like any key.’
“Rose, that key is probably for your slave. Isn’t her collar silver?”
Rose puzzled this over and asked, “If he never collared anyone before, and he did it to both of us in one night, how does that make me special?”
Madeline just laughed and hugged her. “You just are, Rose. Have you been put in the lineup to service any other men?” When Rose shook her head, Madeline hugged her again and said, “See, you are special to him! You belong to him, now, and he is your protector.”
Rose hugged her friend back. The last words had a ring of truth that got her thinking.
They had a wonderful evening visiting with all the guests. Robert got a lot of silly “old age” joke gifts. After he opened the last of the gifts, Rose she took hers from her purse.
“What’s this? I thought I’d finished opening gifts.”
Rose just smiled. When he opened the gift, he just looked at it for a minute and her heart was in her throat. Did he not like it?
In a choked voice he read the inscription on the back, showing everyone the beautiful Art Nouveau relief on the front; “To my Master, with my love and gratitude, Mistress Rose.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you, my dear.” He had that wonderful look on his face again that told her exactly how he felt. “I will cherish this, one antique to another.” The guests roared at his joke.
She just basked in his smile.
*****
When Rose finished with the girl and bedded her down, Robert was in the screen porch with several city officials and politicians. They had the fireplace going and were smoking cigars and drinking brandy, so she went up to her room.
After a long shower, she realized how hard she had been working and what a strain it had put on her. She was too tired to do anything but limp into that beautiful bed. She smiled to herself as she stretched out in the cool satiny sheets, thankful that Robert had seen potential in her. She knew her fate could easily have been the same as the other girls who worked in the mansion – just a commodity for the type of men drinking in the lounge right now. By the end of the evening, several girls will entertain those very men in the rooms below.
She came down in the morning later than usual. She slept in for the first time in a long time and Robert was already at his desk.
“Come in, my dear. I have something to show you.” The cabinet opposite his desk was open and inside were the monitors to the rooms below. He indicated the one focused on the cage. “I have been observing her since she woke.” He glanced at his watch and grinned, “It would seem you two ladies wore each other out yesterday.”
Rose smiled at him, thinking how handsome he was. His natural grin has a charming effect on his face. She turned to the monitor and watched for a moment, quickly realizing what he wanted her to see. The girl in the cage was talking to herself, and while they couldn’t hear the words, the expression on her face gave away the intent with no chance of misinterpretation.
“It’s going to be another rough day, isn’t it?”
Robert nodded, and indicated the remote in his hand. “Do you want this, or do you want me to have your back?”
“I may need your help,” she admitted. Even if she didn’t need him there physically, she knew she might lose her temper with the girl after seeing the hatred and plotting on her face. On an impulse driven by her true emotions, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for everything you have done for me!”
The move delighted Robert and he returned her embrace, sliding his hand down the back of her hair. He inhaled the fragrance of her shampoo before he released her. “Alright, my dear, let’s see what the little minx has in store today!”
*****
Gina slept soundly and though still sore, she was rested and ready to take back her life. She had no way of knowing how often Rose had these very same feelings when she had stolen her life from her. All she focused on – all she ever focused on – was her own situation and how to improve it. Today was no different.
As they opened the door, they could hear some of her mutterings. “I’m going to report them to the police and have their sorry asses thrown in jail for this!” She followed the thought with a stream of expletives, and then she heard the footsteps on the stairs so she lay down quietly, pretending to be asleep.
Rose approached the cage; Robert had remained upstairs after hearing the intent and signaled to a staff member. While he gave instructions to hide the phones, Rose asked, “Are you ready to get out?”
It was a direct question and Gina knew she’d better answer. She also knew how she had to answer and it galled her. She stalled by pretending to be waking, and finally forced the words between tight lips, “Yes, Mistress Rose.”
Rose opened the cage and the girl got out and stood. Rose pushed the back of the girl’s knees with her foot, knocking her to the floor. “You may crawl to the bathroom.”
Gina had all she could do to keep her mouth shut. She’d worked herself up into such lather throughout the morning reminding herself that at every turn she had always beaten this woman. ‘I can beat her again,’ she thought. ‘I will beat her!’ It became a mantra in her head as she climbed the stairs on her hands and knees.
She followed Rose up the stairs, imagining grabbing her by the ankle and knocking her down the flight. As she got near the top, Rose took the last few steps quickly because she wanted to see where Robert went. She had no idea what the girl planned for her. She spotted him at the kitchen table, apparently reading the paper. Gina reached the top and crawled to the bathroom, obviously resenting Rose’s presence in the room; Rose caught the look in the mirror. Every fiber of her being went on alert at the look on Gina’s face.
When they got back to the kitchen, she told her to crawl to her bowl. Gina got to her feet and started to run toward t
he hallway. Rose caught her in three steps and grabbed her by the hair. With a quick twist of her wrist she had the girl securely in hand, and with the sweep of one foot, took her down to the floor. She stood on the girl’s hair and let her struggle for a moment, screaming obscenities and threatening to have all of them arrested.
“I’ll call the FBI!” she ranted.
Robert could see Rose biting her lip to regain control of herself. She had control of the girl, though, and he was sure she would compose herself. He waited until she gave him a nod before she stood up. The girl clambered to her feet and tried to move toward the set of knives on the counter. Robert pressed the third button and stopped her in her tracks with a shriek of pain that brought her back to her knees. He held the button down for two seconds this time, making sure she would not quickly forget again. He hadn’t moved, except for his thumb, and appeared still to be reading the paper throughout the whole incident.
As she lay writhing on the floor, Rose felt her composure returning. Still shaken to think the girl wanted to kill her, though she thought, ‘She really is an animal,’ and the realization reminded her of Robert’s remark the day before. Now fully in control again, Rose instructed the girl to crawl to the basement.
*****
Rose went down the stairs after the girl, her mind made up about what to do with her. It occurred to her how foolish it was for the girl to behave this way, but clearly she needed to be thoroughly broken. Master Robert was right, of course. He’d known it from the start.
Rose attached cuffs to the girl’s wrists and ankles. Gina screamed the whole time, not even pretending to comply any more. She screamed threats; she screamed obscenities… She just screamed.
Rose had had enough of the noise, and decided to do something she loathed herself. She grabbed a ball gag and shoved it in the girl’s mouth, finally muffling the awful sounds coming from her. All the wrenching and squirming she did was to no avail. Rose attached chains to the D rings in the cuffs and to the walls on either side of Gina, firmly entrapping her. There was enough give in the chains for only a few inches of movement. As the girl stood there, finally still, the horror of realization in her eyes as Rose brought the Spanish donkey across the room.
“On your toes,” she ordered.
Gina complied. She had no choice. Rose slid the devise between her legs and said, “Let’s see you use all that energy for something constructive, like keeping yourself off the top of that rail.” It was hard for her to keep her tone as steady as she had before, but she came close. She turned to see that Robert had been watching. He came downstairs in case she needed him, and the look on his face told her he approved of her choice of treatment.
“Come, my dear, you must be famished.” They heard an anguished moan from the girl.
*****
Reality came and laughed in the girl’s face. It would be a long while before she saw food again. Already her feet were starting to hurt, and there was no telling how long she would have to struggle to keep her private parts off the sharp edge of the beam.
‘Private parts!’ she thought. ‘Like I have anything private any more… The entire household kitchen staff has seen me naked!’ Her head was swimming at the thought that there really was no escape.
After a while, when her adrenaline subsided and reason tried to reenter, the idea that she really would have to obey the woman whose life she herself had destroyed was starting to seep in. The irony of it was not lost on her. She started to feel a bit delirious. She realized that her very survival depended on learning to please that woman and the man who owned the house.
‘So tired,’ she thought. Then the pain in her crotch brought her back to reality. ‘I must have dozed off for a minute,’ she thought, and went back up on her toes. The pain went all the way up her calves, now, and her temper started to turn on herself.
‘How could I have been so stupid? How could I have expected to escape a house I don’t even know? I’ll have to be more careful and do as I am told, at least until I can make a…’ She shook her head, ‘what was I thinking?’ She adjusted her position as best she could. ‘Oh, yeah, I remember… must do as I am told…’
Chapter 11
Robert knew Rose’s adrenaline wasn’t through with her. As they entered the kitchen, she asked, “Do you have an attic? Do you mind if I use it?”
He took her by the elbow and guided her to the terrace. “Not now, my dear. We will talk about all that, but first you must eat.”
For the first time Rose realized she was shaking. With a wave of his hand, coffee was brought out and within minutes breakfast for two appeared on the table. “I forgot that I hadn’t eaten!” They ate in silence for a few minutes, and then she asked again, “Can I make a room in the attic for her?”
Robert smiled indulgently. “Of course, my dear; what do you think you will need?”
“Basically, nothing; I want a place for her to sleep without keeping her in a cage. I’ll need some eye bolts and chains. Not much else. She’ll have to earn a rug or a blanket.”
He nodded his approval. ‘She really does have a good instinct,’ he thought.
“Do we have some sort of harness that I can lock on her?”
“In the pony play room. You can use a bit, too, if you deem it necessary.” He watched her assemble the ideas – the barren room, the pony harness and bit… I seemed to fit the bill perfectly.
They finished their coffee in silence, each with their own thoughts to consider. Robert’s were on finishing the disappearance of the girl downstairs. She had company the day she left her apartment. He would have to be found and convinced that she decided to move. Probably an email from her computer would do the job; according to Drew, she had been less than gracious with him, too.
Rose went to the attic to survey her options. It was reasonably clean, for an attic. She noted the walls were lined with old furniture. ‘Actually,’ she thought, ‘some of that furniture might come in handy if she ever earns the right to sleep off the floor.’ The idea that she was thinking in such terms startled Rose, and she chuckled at herself.
There were a couple of mirrors leaning against one wall. She took one of them and placed it opposite the other on the other side of the room.
She saw where she wanted the eye bolts placed. It hadn’t slipped her mind that given enough time, the girl would try to unscrew the bolts. ‘If the bolt is placed on the topside of the beam, she won’t be able to twist it out.’ There were windows on either end of the attic, so she would have light. ‘Best put her in the middle of the room away from the windows, though.’
She went down the stairs, suddenly very tired. She would have gone down to change the girl’s position, but she knew now it was going to take a lot to break her. She set her alarm for 45 minutes and laid down to rest.
The Spanish donkey was adjusted only high enough to cause her pain, not to do any real damage. Gina had been riding the rail for about two hours, and she was so sore between her legs, that the tears were flowing freely down her face. She drooled all over herself, because of the gag, but she barely noticed. The pain in her crotch took all of her attention.
Rose came downstairs and released the chains on the girl’s leg cuffs. She needed help moving her leg over the rail. Rose released her arms, and removed the gag, and the girl fell to the floor in a heap. Rose felt sorry for her, but resolved to do the job right. She left the cuffs on her and told her, “You may crawl to the kitchen if you are hungry.”
Gina never looked up. With her head down, she dragged herself up the stairs. The lack of nourishment was taking a toll, and moving her legs took a great effort.
After she ate from the bowl – this time Rose insisted she actually eat out of the bowl, not pick the food up with her hands – she was allowed to use the toilet and crawl back downstairs. A low groan escaped her, knowing she could expect yet another punishment, but she obeyed without hesitation.
This time they went across the room to another door not yet opened to her. Drew was waiting for
them, and indicated the bench in front of him. It was one of the spanking benches, and Rose told her to crawl onto it and kneel. Drew strapped her legs down on the wooden frame, then pulled her arms to the front of the contraption and strapped them securely. With her head down and her bottom fully exposed, Gina started to cry out and Rose brought a strap down hard and fast on her butt.
“You are to be silent,” she said in those measured tones she had practiced. “You have a lot to learn, and your lessons will not be easy. If you behave, your punishments will be fewer. If you think the rail is uncomfortable,” she paused to watch the realization dawn on the girl, “you’ll be soon discovering that was one of your easier punishments.”
Another gasp escaped Gina, and she bit her lip so hard it bled.
Drew asked, “What do you want me to tattoo on this…” indicating her behind with a resounding slap.
“Well, this ass is mine!” she said with emphasis, “so ‘Property of Mistress Rose’ seems appropriate. What do you think?”
Drew chuckled and said, “Good thing she doesn’t have the privilege of sitting down. It’ll be a week before she can!” Rose watched while he drew the image on her buttocks with a magic marker and asked, “Is this what you had in mind?” When she nodded approval, Drew went to the wall in front of Gina and took a small anal plug off the shelf. “You don’t mind if I entertain myself while I work, do you?”
Rose smiled and said, “Of course not. It might as well understand that’s its purpose. When you are done, just put it away in the cage.” She was starting to understand why Robert chose to call her ‘it.’ On her way up the stairs, she took the blanket and towels away.
*****
Gina could hear herself screaming, first from the added pain in her ass of a plug, then from the tattoo needle. Drew had attached clamps to her nipples that were so tight she was afraid he would twist them off! He put another gag in her mouth; yet, she still heard the screams…
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