A Grand Outing
The call bell for Mistress Lucinda’s bedroom was ringing constantly as Gemma entered the kitchen area through the staff entrance. She had been to the Main Gate to collect the post and as she was on her own that morning it meant that there was no one else to answer the bell. She stuffed the mail in her pocket, grabbed the toast from the toaster and dropped it on the plate on the tray she had prepared and shot up to her Mistress’ room with it. She knocked and went in, curtseying as she did so, then she moved to the side of the bed and placed the breakfast tray across her Mistress’ lap. Mistress Lucinda grabbed Gemma’s collar ring and pulled the trembling girl close to her…
“Where the hell have ‘you’ been?” she asked in a very annoyed voice.
Gemma reached in her pocket, pulled out the bundle of mail and waved it where her Mistress could see it.
“How dare you answer me in such a way Gemma!” said Mistress Lucinda, getting more and more annoyed. She snatched the mail from Gemma’s hand… “Get out!” she bellowed at Gemma.
Gemma looked at the floor… “Yes Mistress!” she said, then she curtsied and left the room.
Mistress Lucinda began to open the mail and as she did so, she came across a hand written envelope with a coat of arms on it. She pondered for a moment... what on earth could it be? Then she slid her solid silver letter opener along the top of the envelope and removed the contents very carefully.
Inside was a headed letter with the same coat of arms displayed at the top! It read:
Mistress Lucinda could hardly believe her eyes! She put the letter on the bed beside her and ate her breakfast without even looking at the food. She just sat their eating and reading the letter over and over as if it had hypnotised her.
Gemma meantime was unaware of the arrival of the letter and she busied herself cleaning up in the kitchen area so that everything was spick and span and ready for the ‘hired in’ Cook who was going to cook the lunch and evening meal later. Mistress had deemed hired help necessary as Jane was away from the house for a few days and although Gemma could cook very well, Mistress Lucinda liked her table service too much to dispense with Gemma’s serving duties in the dining room.
‘Ting-a-ling-a-ling’ when a bell on the wall… Gemma looked up to see which one was ringing. It was the bell for Mistress’ Study!
“That must mean either Mistress is still in her pyjamas or she has dressed herself!” Gemma thought to herself.
She immediately responded to the bell and outside the study she stopped, knocked on the door and waited.
“Come!” drifted the undisputed tones of her Mistress’ voice from within the room.
Gemma went in and approached her Mistress’ desk. She stood there for a moment with her hands behind her back as Mistress Lucinda was reading a letter.
“Sit.” said Mistress Lucinda.
“Yes Mistress.” said Gemma curtseying and she got down and sat on the floor on her haunches the way Mistress normally required her to.
“No, no you silly mare” said Mistress Lucinda, half laughing as she spoke. “On the chair Gemma, not on the floor!”
“Yes Mistress, sorry Ma’am!” exclaimed Gemma as she repositioned herself upon the chair that faced her Mistress.
Mistress Lucinda looked up at her Chambermaid thoughtfully… then she reversed the piece of paper in her hand and placed it on the desk in front of Gemma, face up!
“Read it!” she commanded; her eyes fixed on Gemma’s.
Gemma looked down at the letter and her heart almost stopped for a moment when her eyes fell upon the crest at the top of the letter. She knew it oh so well, and she quickly read what was written below. She looked up at her Mistress when she had finished reading; an obvious longing in her eyes betrayed her feelings over the content of the letter. Mistress Lucinda picked up the letter again and placed it down in front of her once more…
“You’d like to see him again wouldn’t you?” she asked Gemma.
Gemma lowered her head and looked at the floor in an attempt to hide her emotions.
“Well girl,” Mistress Lucinda continued “it would be cruel of me to deny you this visit, however… there ‘are’ conditions you must abide by, understand?”
Gemma looked up, eager to hear her Mistress’ demands. Wild Horses wouldn’t keep her from this particular visit so she readily nodded her head; too excited to speak.
Mistress Lucinda sat up straight and spoke “Ok then… here are the conditions Gemma!
* You will behave impeccably leading up to this event *
* You will behave in an exemplary manner whilst ‘at’ the party *
* You will not leave my side unless instructed to *
* You will not flirt or engage in any wilful activities that could be see as even the slightest bit sexual in any way *
Do I make myself clear girl?” she finished.
“Yes Mistress, perfectly clear said Gemma looking as if she was going to burst at any second.
Mistress Lucinda dismissed Gemma to go about her duties, but it was obvious that the girl’s mind would not be on the tasks she was doing. How nothing got broken during the course of the day was quite frankly beyond Mistress Lucinda and she knew that if she kept Gemma up too long then she would surely cause some sort of problem sooner or later.
It was approaching 9pm and Mistress Lucinda summoned Gemma to her.
“You will retire to bed now Gemma and get some rest as I need you on top form tomorrow to help me choose the outfits I will be taking to the event!” she said without even looking up from her book she was reading.
“Yes Mistress. Thank you Ma’am” said Gemma and she curtsied and left the room.
Of course, sleeping was the last thing on Gemma’s mind… she was SO excited at the prospect of visiting her Masters House again that her mind was a buzz with activity. She lay on her bed and tried to close her eyes but her limbs did not want to rest, they wanted to jump and scream for joy and any chance of Gemma sleeping that night soon disappeared.
All too soon it was the morning before the long weekend away and Mistress Lucinda had both her maids running about the house like greyhounds, getting things ready for her. In fact she had them SO busy that Gemma almost didn’t manage to get packed her self!
At 4.55pm sharp, the long black limousine arrived outside the front door and the driver got out and lit up a crafty cigarette which he kept well concealed around the far side of the car. Little did he know a pair of entrancing, deep, dark eyes was observing him from an upper floor window!
Gemma appeared from the main front door and placed her Mistress and her own cases at the back of the limousine. The chauffeur just looked at Gemma as she turned and disappeared back inside the house without even glancing at him. He grunted and finished his cigarette, just as the front door opened again. Mistress Lucinda glided through the door and down to the waiting car. Gemma followed her a little way behind on a leash and collar. As she reached the door of the limousine, Mistress Lucinda stopped and turned to the chauffeur who was holding the door for her. She instructed Gemma to go ahead of her into the car, which Gemma did and dutifully knelt on the floor awaiting her Mistress’ entrance in to the vehicle.
Mistress Lucinda stepped back and looked the chauffeur up and down from head to toe. She beckoned him towards her and he looked puzzled. She clicked her fingers and pointed at the ground in front of her.
“Stand here!” she ordered.
The man did as he was told as he had previous experience of upsetting the beautiful Dominatrix stood before him and it did not bring fond memories back to him. Mistress Lucinda walked around him like a drill sergeant would a soldier! She tugged and pulled at his black jacket, white shirt, black tie and trousers, making sure he was immaculately presented. As she moved back around to his front, she leaned in slightly towards him and sniffed the air. She frowned at him then looked at the floor by the limousine… what was she looking for, thought Gemma, peering out from the corner of her eye. Mistress disappeared around the far side of the car, scanning the ground as she went. Then she bent down and picked something up, holding it between her forefinger and thumb very delicately. She returned to where the chauffeur was standing and held the butt of his cigarette up before his face.
“If you wish to smoke on duty, that is your choice,” she hissed at him “but you DON’T do it where I can see you from my house and you MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT throw your butt down on my driveway! CLEAR?”
The chauffeur looked dead ahead of himself, just like a soldier would and replied “As glass Ma’am!”
Mistress Lucinda held her position, glaring at him for a moment. Then she took hold of his wrist and held his hand palm up in front of her. She pressed the still smouldering butt of his cigarette into his palm extinguishing it then folded his fingers over it. The chauffeur winced as the red hot tip of the butt burnt his palm!
Mistress Lucinda stepped to the side and walked passed him and into the car. The chauffeur turned around and with his empty hand, closed the door of the vehicle. He strode around the back of the car, dropping the stub on the floor as he did so with a satisfied grin and proceeded to enter the driver’s position. Mistress Lucinda gave the instruction for him to drive on, and the engine started and the car swept down the driveway and away from the house. The Grand Outing had begun…
Written by: Maid Gemma
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