Chapter 4: Office work

Although Master Arthur’s office had books, papers and machines all over the place, there was a sense of order to the jumble in his office. Mistress Matilda’s office is simply a mess. I’m surprised she can find anything in here. Even the computer can only be used if three stacks of papers are moved first.

“I’ve been without an assistant for some time,” says Mistress. “Your first task is to tidy my office. Blue folders are filed in alphabetical order in the drawers over there. Green folders in numerical order in the drawer unit here. Any loose papers can be put in this box.”

A quick glance around the room tells me that doing as Mistress instructs will only be scratching the surface of what needs doing to restore order in here.

“What about the yellow and red folders, Mistress?” I ask.

“Stack them on the floor for now. They belong in the next room, which you can tackle tomorrow. I’ll leave you to it. One of the housemaids will bring you a lunch tray. Leave the tray outside the door when you’ve finished. If you leave this room, remember to close the door. It locks automatically.”

“What should I do when I’ve finished, Mistress?” I ask.

“I’ll check on your progress this evening. I doubt you will have finished before then. However, should some miracle happen, then call the house administration number and ask for instructions.”

Mistress leaves me and I set to work. While filing papers away should be a simple task, doing so wearing what I am makes it a lot harder. Although my clothing doesn’t interfere with my work, my near constant state of arousal is very distracting. I’m not sure why Mistress has made me dress this way. She hasn’t shown any sexual interest in me so far, but that hasn’t stopped my imagination running riot. I feel the urge to play with my tits, but I soon discover an unpleasant feature of the halter top. As soon as I rub my nipples, I feel the pads on the inside of my top emit tiny electric shocks. It’s nothing dangerous, but the shocks discourage any play with my nipples. I suppose I could remove my top, but I can’t be sure that Mistress won’t return at any time. The design of the chastity belt makes any worthwhile play between my legs completely out of the question.

Despite my highly charged state, I make good progress with my work. I’ve cleared the desk of files by the time Dora delivers my lunch tray. I take a ten minute break to eat and leave my empty tray outside the office door. Then I go looking for the bathroom in the side corridor. Mistress said I must use the correct room, but didn’t say how to identify it.

There are only two bathrooms leading off the side corridor, one on each side. The signs on the door are multi-lingual with a silhouette of a man on one, and woman on the other, added for good measure. I enter the door with the woman silhouette which is also marked ‘Bathroom for enslaved females’ in four languages. The door refuses to open, so I try standing facing the door with my hands on my head. Success! A loud click signals the door is unlocked. Despite its foreboding name, the bathroom is well appointed. There are four toilet cubicles; dispensers and bins for sanitary wear; a set of open showers, two baths, and six wash basins. An annex at the rear contains three dressing tables, each with adjustable mirrors, and a set of clothes hooks.

I don’t linger, and I pick a toilet cubicle at random. It’s strange trying to pee with the chastity belt enclosing my cunt. However, as Mistress said, the mesh of small holes in the plate between my legs allows my pee to flow through without too much mess. Removing my skirt before using the toilet proves to be a sensible precaution. I clean myself up, put on my skirt back on, and return to work. As before, the office door unlocks when I stand before the camera with my hands on my head.

Mistress Matilda was correct when she said that it would be evening before I finish my work. She seems pleased with my effort and invites me to have a meal with her in her rooms.

“My brother and I only use the dining room downstairs at weekends or when we have guests,” says Mistress Matilda. “During the week, we take meals in our rooms. You are to have your meals in the servants’ dining area in the basement unless, like now, I say otherwise. Breakfast is available in the servants’ dining area between six and seven o’clock every morning. If you’re late then you go without.”

My chastity belt makes sitting on the hard leather dining chair in Mistress Matilda’s suite very uncomfortable. However, I refuse to complain. Despite the occasional wince of discomfort, my fortitude seems to meet with Mistress Matilda’s approval. A young housemaid delivers a trolley of food, much like room service in a hotel. The maid looks nervously at Mistress Matilda the whole time she is in the room. Having laid out the plates and glasses of wine, the maid practically flees from the room with her trolley.