Chapter 9: Schloss Der Wölfe

By the end of my first week, I’m feeling more comfortable with my part in Foxglove Hall’s kinky world. It has only taken me a few days to become well and truly immersed in the perverted life governed by Master Arthur and Mistress Matilda. I’ve overcome any residual feeling of shame or humiliation, and I feel comfortable wearing sexy outfits when others around me are dressed in more conventional clothing.

The other servants of Foxglove Hall are complicit in my submission to Master and Mistress. Some, like Dora and the other housemaids, are the consenting victims of the regime imposed on us all. I’ve witnessed Master Arthur fuck all the housemaids at one time or another. I’m usually tightly bound and gagged while I watch, which invariably excites Master Arthur even more. Even the housemaids seem to get a thrill at my watching their debasement while I’m in bondage.

Other servants, like George and the three gardeners, Bert, Will and Charlie, are instruments of my degradation. Whenever Mistress attends meetings in the city, Master Arthur summons me for our special games. I look forward to our sessions, although I don’t openly admit it. As soon as I receive Master’s summons to go to the stables, I collect my bridle and wait for Master to restrain me. His favourite game is a variation of the scenario we first tried on my second day at Foxglove Hall. Some days, one of the gardeners will take my leash and walk me around the grounds. Once we are out of sight of the Hall, the gardener invariably masturbates in front of me, shooting his cum over my bare midriff. My chastity belt prevents any of the men from fucking me, which is both a relief and a source of frustration. Denying me an orgasm is one of the crazy ways that Master and Mistress control me. That I comply without complaint says a lot about my naturally submissive nature that has blossomed since I arrived at Foxglove Hall.

My exploration of the world of bondage is a journey into new and incredibly exciting territory. Ten days ago I could only fantasise about the restraints and submission I now regularly endure at Foxglove Hall. I feel deprived on my days off work. However, both Master and Mistress insist that I take regular breaks back into the world of normality.

Although I’ve heard reference to Schloss der Wölfe several times, I only now understand what it means. Mistress said that Schloss der Wölfe is simply a name given to the east wing of Foxglove Hall. However, it is more than a simple change of name. It represents the transformation of an outoftheway English manor house into a German themed sex dungeon whenever Mistress Matilda is hosting a group of her wealthy clients at a socalled DominasKongress.

As the day of the next DominasKongress approaches, Mistress provided me with three specially designed outfits in addition to my original leather top and skirt. The sexy new outfits are exclusively for use when Mistress Matilda is hosting her overseas guests.

“The first guests will be arriving this afternoon,” says Mistress Matilda to me shortly after breakfast. “You will be prohibited from making outside phone calls while they are here, so I suggest you let your sister know you are going to be out of contact for the next four days.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

I call my sister Rose during her lunch break at work. Her employer doesn’t like his staff receiving personal calls during work hours, so we only have a short time to talk to each other before I’m due to get ready. I’m sure Rose knows the sort of lifestyle I’m leading here at the Hall. It isn’t as though local gossip from former employees is in short supply, and it was Rose who warned me against working at Foxglove Hall at the outset. My repeated assurances that I’m alright have so far convinced her that I’m telling the truth. However, continuing to evade telling Rose more about my life here only confirms that I’m keeping secrets from her.

“Call me when you can,” says Rose. “And I’ll expect something more than ‘I’m alright’. It’s time you gave me the sordid details of what you are doing at the Hall.”

Rose’s request doesn’t surprise me. It’s been two weeks since I started, and I suppose I should open up to her. My hesitance has been because I’m not sure how she will react to my confession that I’m delighted to be in Mistress Matilda’s thrall.