Chapter 8: The Mistress of Greenwich's Tale

Part 1: Resolution

I left the Mall with an enormous sense of relief. For me, Katya, it was extraordinary. Maybe more extraordinary than any other marathon I have run. We just walked away, Daphne holding on to me, her head on my shoulder as we edged through the crowd of runners, both of us oblivious to anything except the relief of finishing and the turn our relationship had taken.

We reached Daphne's home and both went for a shower. There is nothing like warm water washing away the residue of several hours' intense physical effort. To feel the grittiness of dried salty washed from your skin, leaving it clean and smooth, almost makes the effort of running worthwhile. I finished my shower and wrapped myself in a towel and went looking for Daphne.

She was sitting on a stool in her bathroom, drying herself off, rubbing the towel over her spiky short hair. I knelt down in front of her. As I looked up I caught her look of confusion and concern and realised the cause. "Don't worry Daphne, I want to look at your feet, not kiss them."

The look of relief was instant. "Oh, good, yes, why?" Daphne stuttered.

"Blisters. Toenail bruising. If we don't check and there are any problems you can end up with very sore feet." I took each foot in turn, checking it thoroughly. "They're fine, Daphne," I said. She looked pleased. "And now we have to talk."

I sat down beside her. Daphne nodded. "I know," she said.

"Daphne," I began, I guessed she knew what I was about to say. "I cannot be your slave. I think we have seen that. I will not be involved in forced enslavement with you. I saw too much of what that means at home in Russia. People who were in the Gulag, in the camps. I can't be part of anything that feels like that. I don't want to live looking over my shoulder for the immigration people, either. Actually, neither do you, you are a guest in this country, too."

Daphne responded quickly, almost too quickly, the words tumbling out. "Yes, Katya, I understand. You're right. Of course you're right but...". Daphne had looked glum. "But Katya, what about us? You've changed me, I've spent the last months doing everything you say. It almost seemed like I was your slave."

"And how did that feel, Daphne?"

She blushed, embarrassed. "Good," she said. "I know it's silly but it felt good. Just to feel I could let myself do anything you said; whatever you wanted."

"But that didn't need chains or ropes or gags or any of Connie's prepping, did it? You did it because you wanted to, didn't you?"

Daphne nodded.

I interrupted her. "However, I know what I want for us. There are things I have thought about in my own life. I know I want my life to include Branca and Daphne from here on out. I love the idea of you as my slave, Daphne." Her face lit up with child-like delight. "But it must be because it is what you want. Long term, consensual enslavement. Not brainwashed, not a robot, not on automatic pilot, like Branca, but because you give your active consent and keep on giving it. That's the only way that it can work for me. And I think that will be good for you too, Daphne. I only want what's right for you."

I can see that Daphne is watching me closely. Listening to every word. I see her mouthing the words to herself; 'long-term-consensual-enslavement.'

"You're not going to leave me." It wasn't a question but a statement.

"No, Daphne," I said. "Even if you don't want to go through with this, I won't leave you. I'll always be your friend. I respect what you did. To train as you did. To run as you did. To get to where you are from where you were. That was an achievement. But if you want more, then I can give you more. But it has to be as I say."

"Long term, consensual enslavement?"

I nodded.

"I give myself to you and go on giving myself to you?"

I nodded again.

"That's not an easy thing to do."

"No, but neither was running a marathon. And of course you didn't," Daphne looked puzzled for a moment, "any more than any of us do. You ran one mile, and then you ran another mile and then another mile. You just kept on running miles. That's what this will be too."

She kept on looking at me. Taking in what I had set. Turning it over in her mind. I went on. "Here's what we do. You run your business and I run the gym and my training business. You call me Katya and I call you Daphne. But here, everywhere, all the time, I am your Mistress and you are my slave. Understand?"

"Yes Katya. I understand." Daphne looked back at me with a steady gaze.

"But do you want it?"

"Yes Katya, I do want it." Daphne nodded her head emphatically. She was grinning widely. I felt her trying to stop giggling. "Oh, Katya, I feel like I have champagne bubbling up inside me." I look at her. I know what she's feeling. It's a mixture of happiness, fulfilment, fear and a reckless desire to drive with the brakes off. Completely. "You know I should be calling for a cooling off period, like they do when you buy pensions or insurance. But I can't. I am falling over myself to say Yes, Yes, Yes, before you change your mind."

"Absolutely sure?"

"I'm absolutely sure, Katya, even if I don't really know what I am getting myself into."

I smiled. After all her experiences that sounded strange. "Daphne," I said, "you of all people must know what you are getting yourself into. Are you still sure? Do you still want to go ahead?"

"Yes," she said firmly. "I mean I'm not sure. It's different, isn't it, like this? But I still want to go ahead. I know that. Every bit as much as I knew that I had to run the marathon."

I was touched by her trust in me, touched by her courage. I leant forward and kissed her on the forehead. She reached out and clutched my legs. I could see she was almost overcome with emotion, weak and tired after the race. She started to shake, I stroked her head anxious to calm her but there was one more thing that had to be settled. "Now Daphne," I said quietly,"what are we going to do about Branca?"

"Can't Branca just stay?"

"Sure. If she wants to."

"If she wants to?"

"That's the deal, Daphne, no slaves unless they consent, remember? You don't need to buy companionship these days. You can stand on your own feet now. You don't need props like bought, programmed, captive slaves, do you?"

"No, Katya, I guess not. No, I know I don't. Gee, I absolutely don't. But I'll miss her, if she goes. I mean it wasn't just the housework. She's good to have around and there was the work she was doing."

"What work?" I'd seen Branca busy with some papers for Daphne but I'd never asked her what they were about. It hadn't seemed like it was my business.

"Well, I have this investment in Brazil and I needed someone to translate some technical engineering papers, so Larry's people found Branca and brought her to me."

"Via Connie?"

"Huh? Oh, sure, via Connie."

"And before?"

"Well, Branca was studying engineering at Imperial College. That's..."

"Yes, I know about Imperial College. Well, Daphne: there is something more to resolve here. If she's bright enough to be studying at Imperial she should not spend her life cleaning house and entertaining you."

"Huh?"

"You are going to get Branca re-instated at college after the summer."

"But I don't want her to go. Any more than I want you to go."

"Well she might want to stay but the least you can do is to give her back her life and then offer her a job and somewhere to live. Agreed? Well, actually, those are my instructions, slave. So that's what is going to happen. Because I say so. Get used to it!"

Daphne smiled up at me with relief, I guess feeling that another weight had fallen from her. Suddenly I realised that during our conversation she had slid down from her seat. Now she was on the floor, kneeling. She looked at me with that same determined expression I had seen at the start of the marathon. "Yes, Mistress," she said. "Absolutely." Then, "Mistress?"

"Yes, slave?" I said.

"What happens now?"

That was a pretty big question. And I'd only thought about the answer to the first part of it. I stoked the back of Daphne's neck. "Some coaches say you should take one day's rest for every mile you have run. I guess that means you've earned a month off athletics training. Then, when you have fully recovered, we will start you running again with a view to some half marathons later in the year and I think your physique could use some further work in the weights gym. Would you like that Daphne?" She nodded. I knew she would. Running marathons is a drug. Even while you're aching from the last one you're longing for the next."

In the short term, Branca and I are going on holiday. We deserve it. Somewhere warm, I think. We both deserve it and you can afford to pay for it. A little present from you perhaps as an apology, maybe?"

"Oh." Daphne looked sheepish and then apologetic. "Yes that's only fair, I guess." She paused for a moment and looked concerned. "But what about me?"

"Well, I said you were having a month off athletics training. But there is some other training I want you to do, some very special training of your own. While we are away."

"Special training, Mistress?" She was getting into the swing of things quite well, I thought.

"Yes Daphne, you see, Branca and I have learned a lot from Connie. I don't want you conditioned like we were but I do want you to learn the discipline and obedience skills she can give you. It just would not be fair for you to miss out! Would it?" Daphne looked a little doubtful. "It's not easy being a slave. You'll have a lot to learn and Connie is an excellent teacher Can I rely on you to fix that with Larry?"

And Daphne just said (a bit weakly but she still managed to say it), "OK Mistress. I'll go do it now."

I listened while she spoke to Larry. I could only hear her side of it but I could tell he was confused.

"Larry, I need another favour."... "No, everything is fine, Larry, everything is better than fine. But I need a favour. I have a slave that needs to be trained. Not prepped, you understand, not conditioned, just trained. Basics of obedience and discipline, the usual stuff."... " Well, I thought it would be OK. I guessed you'd be happy to take on paid training commissions."..."Who's it for? No, not for Katya." Daphne laughed. "It's for me, Larry."... "Larry, are you still there. Oh. Right. Look, I know it's strange. That's why I said it was a favour. I promised Katya I would go through what she did, what Branca did. No not the prep stuff, just the obedience and discipline training."... "You can? Great. You're an angel. Get back to me on when you can take me. Mmm, soon as. Thanks."

Part 2: Asset Management

Daphne left for her Training a couple of days later. I will admit to teasing her a bit over the training but I thought she'd like it anyway. Just before Larry's people were due to arrive I had her report in front of Branca and me in the living room. She looked a little distressed when she saw Branca curled up at my feet but she choked back any concerns and stood waiting for me to speak.

"Are you ready Daphne?"

She nodded. "Yes, Mistress, if this is what you want me to do."

"It is, Daphne. Now let Branca cuff and gag you ready for collection."

Daphne face gave an expression of alarm. "Shouldn't you do that Mistress?" she said.

"It is my wish that Branca should do it," I replied. And that should be good enough for you."

Daphne looked bashful. "Of course," she said. "Of course." She held out her arms in front of her, wrists together. Branca got to her feet holding the handcuffs and shook her head, indicating with her finger that Daphne should turn around. Soon the cuffs were locked in place, the ball gag pushed into her mouth and strapped tight. A ring at the door announced the arrival of Larry's people and one of their transport crates. Daphne was calm as Branca helped the two men fasten her securely inside it. Moments later they, and she, were gone.

It felt strange. Suddenly Daphne wasn't there and I was wondering if she was all right. I knew she would be, intellectually, of course. Larry's people were careful, I knew that but even so I worried. Branca tried to reassure me. That helped but even so I was already looking forward to the time when we could all be together again.

It was a couple of days later; the morning before Branca and I were to leave for our break. I phoned the contact number that Daphne had left for me.

"Ms Mbazu's office," a coolly efficient voice says, "can I ask who is calling?"

"Katya Izotova," I reply. The line goes silent for a second.

"Yes, Ms Izotova. One moment, please."

And then Connie is on the line. Her voice is deep, soft, gentle and reassuring. Just as I remember. "Katya! How's things? I have been really missing you! We had such fun. Why don't you and Branca just come round — before you go? To see me again? It would be great to see you again. You know how much I'd like to see you again. How much you'd like to see me again. Just come as you are. Just come ... now."

My head feels lighter, as though I'm being lifted up, as though ... My hand goes up to my ear lobe and I pinch it very hard. Ouch that hurt! That's better. My head clears. "Connie," I say, "lovely to speak to you. Nice try if I may say. You do not like to let your girls go, do you?"