Chapter 2: Reporting for duty

Having obtained my measurements, and checked the fit of the chastity belt, Lady Matilda releases me from the device and instructs me to put my clothes back on. She behaves as though what has just occurred is perfectly normal. Perhaps it is to her. My heart rate is slowly returning to normal and my confused feelings are starting to settle. If this is what my life is going to be like working for Lady Matilda, then I’m ready, willing and able.

“I think that will do for today, Laura,” says Lady Matilda. “Report to the servants entrance at nine o’clock tomorrow morning, and we can complete your induction into Foxglove Hall. Then you can begin your duties.”

“Yes, Lady Matilda,” I reply, picking up my bag and making for the door, wondering whether I will be foolish enough to return tomorrow.

“Not ‘Lady’ but ‘Mistress’,” says Lady Matilda, halting me in my tracks. “Now you are my employee, you should refer to me as ‘Mistress’, and my brother as ‘Master’ when you are in our presence.”

The five mile walk home gives me plenty of time to think. I now understand why Rose is wary of me accepting a job at the Hall. Salacious rumours of pregnant maids being dismissed from the Hall may have some basis in fact after all. However, if I’m being honest with myself, the degrading experience in Mistress Matilda’s room didn’t upset me nearly as much as it should have done. Far from it. For the first time in ages I felt the wild thrill of sexual arousal. As for the job, the salary she is offering is excellent. While the hours of work are irregular, the other terms of employment are more generous than I anticipated.

“Surely you don’t intend to accept the job?” says Rose when I describe the interview and job, carefully omitting that I was naked when I was measured for my uniform.

“I don’t see that I have any better options,” I reply, not admitting to the sexual heat I felt while I was there. “I can’t keep relying on your generosity. This is the only offer of employment I’ve received, and the pay is excellent.”

“Promise me that you’ll quit if things start getting uncomfortable,” replies Rose, accepting my decision.

“Yes, of course. Don’t worry, I can take care of myself.”

While Rose would undoubtedly let me stay in their house for longer, Sean is practically jumping for joy at the news that I’m moving out. In fairness, I’m sure they would both like their sex life to get back to normal. Sean even offers to go into work late tomorrow morning so that he can give me a ride to the Hall. At least that means I don’t need to go to the expense of hiring a taxi to move my bags.

I pack what I think I’ll need into my travel bags. Mistress Matilda said that I’ll be given a uniform, so I only pack toiletries, and a few personal clothes for when I’m off duty. I rely on what’s stored on my phone for music and reading material. I can always retrieve more on my days off.

Sean drops me off at the Hall just before nine o’clock. He’s already going to be late for work, so he doesn’t linger once I’ve retrieved my bags from the back seat. I knock on the side door, and I’m greeted by a young woman in a old fashioned maid’s outfit. The fair-haired, round-faced woman looks about my age. Her full length mid-grey pinafore dress, and white long sleeved frilly blouse, hides most of her figure. The two long slits in her dress from her thigh to her ankles are the only modification to an otherwise authentic 19th century housemaid’s outfit.

“Hi, I’m Laura,” I say. “Lady Matilda is expecting me.”

“Yes, Miss,” replies the maid without providing her name. “Mistress has instructed that you change into your uniform in here.”

“What’s your name,” I ask.

“Dora, Miss,” replies the maid, ushering me into the same stone-floored room in which Lady Matilda had interviewed me yesterday. “You will find everything on the bench or on the hook behind the door. I’ll be in the room over there if you need any help. Call me when you are ready.”

I enter the small room and put my bags on the bench next to the chastity belt that has been left for me. Hanging on a hook behind the door is a black leather outfit that looks as though it has been bought from a sex shop. Sexual heat builds inside me as I study the uniform.