Chapter 10: A New Beginning

It would be fair to say that the past three months have seen a profound change in the path I saw my life taking. Kevin had already filed for divorce, citing unreasonable behaviour as grounds, which I did find difficult to accept, but as I’d been told by Annalise, it was for the best. Yet it was resigning from my position as a mergers lawyer to take up one of personal assistant to Annalise that I suppose represented the biggest change. And it was to be a full-time, live-in role as well which I thought would be challenging, but as it turned out it has made serving her needs that much easier. I can trace the decision to change paths back to that time I visited the Doctor’s office about a week after she’d walked out of Moustafa Rashid’s hotel suite, leaving me there to once again reflect on what was happening to me. Who was I? What had I become? Nothing more than a puppet I’d decided, with strings being pulled by too many puppeteers. There was Ron, and oh how that relationship ended abruptly about two months after that soiree at Moustafa Rashid’s, when I was there at Ron’s residence as the police raided. I was in his office with him and another man whose name I’ve forgotten, but whose cock was in my mouth when the door swung open and three cops burst in screaming “Armed police. Raise your hands above your heads.” Of course I did as they’d demanded, but as the guy had just starting spurting cum into my mouth I was too distracted to swallow properly and some had found its way into my lungs causing me to cough and splutter. As I instinctively put a hand to my mouth one of the cops bellowed “Get that hand up or I’ll shoot.” Of course I did, but with a mixture of cum and saliva dripping from my chin then I did feel a little awkward. I was so relieved though when the police commander I’d met at Moustafa Rashid’s little function walked in after the initial three had handcuffed us. He told me I was under arrest at first and then led me alone outside before directing me then to immediately leave and that he’d tell Ron that I was on way to the station to be charged. I have heard no more of Ron since then, but it has only been weeks, I suppose, and the tabloids have been full of the time behind bars he can expect. What was interesting to learn as well, was that Maria had disappeared without a trace. Apparently she wasn’t present during the police raid and had not been seen since. So, no more Ron then, it seems, but that visit to the Doctor’s was the turning point in my life, that’s for sure. My memory of it is vague but every so often I am recalling small aspects of it. She had me staring into that machine once again, and I do remember an image of Annalise appearing time and time again before me, with a constant reminder of her voice, almost ringing in my ears, burning into my brain. I learned even more so what my purpose was to be with her, and I didn’t have a problem with that. It felt so right for me. The image of her, and her voice became, well, so much more important to me than it had been, more important than anything to me, actually, that by the time the Doctor had told me that the reconditioning had finished, I desperately wanted to see Annalise again, to hear her voice as well. I so wanted to hear her voice. So much so, that when she called me later to tell me to resign my position as a mergers lawyer as I’d be serving her from then on, I didn’t hesitate to confirm that I would, and thanked her so much for considering me. As I reflect again on what has happened to me, and my purpose now in life, I know that I’m in a constant state of anticipation, just waiting for her to tell me to do something for her. I was sitting in the modest studio room set-up in her residence that I occupy now, ensuring I looked as presentable as possible, as I always needed to, and wanted to, when the collar around my neck vibrated. It always did when she was summoning me, and I was relieved that I’d just put the finishing touches to my make-up as it vibrated. I put my black high-heels on, with the stay-up stockings, ready to go. Annalise preferred I was always naked in the residence except for these, unless there were guests around who might not immediately appreciate this, or it wasn’t appropriate, and she always told me if this was the case. Whenever possible, I always moved about totally naked though except for the shoes and stockings, and of course the collar. Annalise had told me from day one that the collar was her way of being able to summon me as and when needed, and I found it so practical to that end. As I made my way to the kitchen, and I knew she was in the kitchen because of the coded vibration of the collar that I had learned, I passed her bedroom. As I did I couldn’t not recollect some of the occasions I’d been in there when she’d showed me how important I was to her, how in all those different ways I could please her, sometimes with others in there as well. She liked a show on occasion, and I so wanted to perform for her whenever she told me to. And tasting her. That was still so very important to me. I would die for it, I know I would. The musky smell, the feeling of gliding my tongue up and down those lips, poking it in the hole there, and kissing and sucking on that button to please her fully. Above all else, feeling her cum on my face when I got her there. I felt a little moist between my legs thinking about it as I walked past the room.

Annalise was in the kitchen with Thomas, that surly butler-type she employed. I never like the way he looks at me, I still don’t like it, big time, especially when Annalise tells me to let him come in my mouth when I’m blowing him, like she did this morning. “There you are, Victoria” she said looking towards me as I entered the kitchen. “What do you say, Thomas” she said, then looking at him. He looked directly at me as he said “I wanted to thank you for this morning, Victoria. I found it particularly pleasurable, and am so sorry I didn’t thank you then.”

“That’s ok, Thomas. If it pleases Annalise I’d be happy to do it any time she tells me to,” I said, as I wanted to make it clear that in no way would I do that for him unless Annalise did tell me to. “We have a surprise for you later, Victoria,” she said, “There’ll be one or two, or maybe even four or five guests with us, and Thomas and I are discussing the menu. Can you go to the library now and take our new arrival up to the room beside yours and help her unpack?”

“Yes, Annalise” I said, and made my way to the library, keen to learn who this might be. New arrival, I thought? Will they be permanent, I wondered? As I entered the library and saw the face look up at me from the chair I almost screamed, “Gin! How are you? What’s happening? Are you here now? For good?”

“Oh, Victoria. It is so nice to see you” she said as she rose with open arms, making towards me. I opened mine as well, and when we connected we embraced as good friends do. We pulled our heads back, and just had to push our lips together then, if only to seal the welcome encounter. As we parted she said “Yes, I’m serving Annalise too now. Look,” and I did, at her now touching the collar around her neck, identical to the one I wore. As I led her to the room she would occupy beside mine I asked her about Ron. She said she wasn’t certain, but had been told that he’d been charged with racketeering offences. She’d been grilled herself by the police for two full days before release without charge. Sometime after she was directed to see Doctor Steiger, and from there straight here. She asked me what it had been like, serving Annalise as she was so looking forward to it as well, and I told her I was so happy. Pleasing Annalise as I strived to, had given me the purpose I’d always been looking for. I helped her unpack, and just as we’d finished I was summoned to the office on the ground floor Annalise uses, sometimes for much of the day. When I got there, she had me sit on a chair in front of her desk. She explained that the evening would be an opportunity for me to express myself in front of some guests, but did not expand on what she meant. I was to dress in the fishnet crotchless bodysuit I’d worn before, with heels, and I was to come to the main reception room at precisely eight o’clock.