Chapter 6: Leather cuffs

I remember to set the alarm on my phone for six o’clock. That should give me enough time to wash and get dressed in time for breakfast downstairs. I settle down and fall asleep almost immediately. The next thing I know is the irritating buzz in my ear from the phone’s alarm. I silence the alarm and quietly leave the suite for the bathroom. I take my phone in case I have any problems. It doesn’t occur to me that there may be other people about at this hour. I jump in surprise when I see a man working on one of the ceiling lights along the corridor.

“Oh! I didn’t realise there would be anybody working so early,” I exclaim, covering my tits and cunt with my hands. My flimsy nightie is only marginally decent, and my chastity belt is easy to detect through the gauzy material.

“Hmmph, You must be Laura. I’m Sam, the handyman. There’s no need to stand there like that. I’ve seen plenty of pretty girls’ tits and arses over the years.”

“Um. Hi Sam. Sorry, I can’t stop and chat. I need to get on if I’m going to make breakfast on time.”

“Sure. I just hope there’s some breakfast left for you by the time you get there. The gardeners have big appetites. You need to be there by six o’clock if you want anything hot.”

I wave goodbye to Sam and dive into the bathroom. I quickly wash myself and bind my hair into a ponytail. It’s just after six-thirty when I make it into the kitchen. Again I feel slightly awkward about being the only one wearing sexy leather gear, but nobody pays any attention to my attire. As Sam implied, there’s not a lot of food left. The bacon and eggs have all gone. The jug of fruit juice is almost empty. Two of the three large cereal bowls are finished, and the third has only a few spoonfuls left. Fortunately there’s plenty of bread for toast, and a choice of tea, coffee or chocolate to drink. I make some toast and take what’s left of the cereal. I’m the last to finish breakfast.

I return to my room shortly after eight o’clock. Mistress Matilda didn’t specify a time for me to report for duty, so I allow myself until eight-thirty to prepare for the day ahead. I test the routine to have my chastity belt unlocked so that I can use the toilet. It works without a hitch once I’m inside a toilet cubicle. I obediently refasten the belt before leaving the bathroom, but not before I spend a few moments teasing my clit. I deny myself an orgasm for no other reason than I find it pleasant to keep myself sexually needy for the time being.

At eight thirty I move into the living area of Mistress Matilda’s suite and stand in the position that she told me to adopt while waiting for instructions. I just hope she isn’t going to keep me waiting for long. So far I haven’t heard or seen any sign of her. While I’m waiting I begin to wonder whether I should have called the house administration number for instructions until Mistress Matilda is ready.

Fortunately Mistress Matilda appears from her room about ten minutes later. She walks over to me and inspects my uniform.

“Did you sleep well, Laura?” asks Mistress.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Did the chastity belt cause you any problems?”

“No, Mistress. It fits snugly and doesn’t rub.”

“Good. Let’s get today’s work underway. I have appointments in the city all day, and a late afternoon function at a charitable foundation. Your task for today is to sort out my workshop.”

“Workshop, Mistress?” I query.

“Next to my office is the room I call my workshop. It’s in a worse mess that my office was yesterday. I expect you will be busy until this evening. Have your lunch in staff dining room at midday. The evening meal is at six-thirty in the servants’ hall. Any questions?”

“Should I change into more appropriate clothing to tidy and clean your workshop? This leather outfit isn’t normal wear for this type of work.”