Gemma had now been with her Mistress for over 6 months and Mistress Lucinda had a very special day planned for Gemma. Already having honoured Gemma by re-registering her as her own property, Mistress Lucinda decided it was time to make it official and give Gemma the day she longed for. So what did Mistress Lucinda have planned for her mischievous maid? Read on and find out…
It was the weekend and Mistress Lucinda’s Chambers were buzzing with activity. Gemma had been instructed to dress in her finest French Maid’s attire and to wait in her room. All week Mistress Lucinda had been busy in her study with strict instructions she was not to be disturbed unless absolutely necessary. Gemma had wondered what on earth was so important that she was not allowed to even enter the room to serve her Mistress. Things were made even more bizarre by the fact that Jane was allowed in and out of Mistress’ study but Gemma was not!
Gemma dressed in her finest French Maid Uniform… she put on her black bra and thong and then fastened her suspender belt around her waist. She gathered up a seamed stocking and eased it up her left leg ensuring the seam was perfectly straight at the back of her leg. Then she took up the second stocking and eased it up her right leg the same way. Each time securing the top of each stocking with 4 suspender straps. These were followed by the dress part of the uniform. The uniform was black-satin with white frilly lace trim and slipped over her body like silk. Next she took the fluffy white lace tutu style petticoat and stepped gracefully into it, pulling it up her long thirty-two inch legs until it hung from her waist. She pulled the skirt of her uniform dress down over the petticoat then took up her white lace-trimmed apron and fastened it around her waist making the perfect bow behind her back. Finally she placed the lace-trimmed headband on her head to complete the look. Gemma then selected a pair of black-patent dolly bar heels and delicately slipped her feet into them, securing the buckle straps as she did so.
She was ready at last and she sat on her bed waiting for instructions. The minutes ticked by and Gemma was aware of furniture being moved around on the ground floor of the house and Gemma’s curiosity got the better of her as usual. She quietly stood, opened her bedroom door and crept out onto the main landing at the end of the corridor. She looked down over the landing banister and her eyes met her Mistress’ looking up at her.
“Back in your room Gemma, NOW!” commanded Mistress Lucinda. “Don’t make me beat you today girl!” she rallied.
“Yes Mistress” said Gemma, looking very sheepishly at the floor.
Gemma returned to her room and lay down on top of her bedding. She picked up her laptop and decided to pass the time in the chat room on her Mistress’ web-site. The minutes ticked by and soon Gemma was aware of activity out the front of the house so she got up and peered out of her window. From the top floor there was a fantastic view of the approach to the house and as Gemma looked, she could see lots of cars approaching the house. She wondered what was going on! Why was she confined to quarters? Why was Mistress being so secretive?
She lay back down on her bed and began again to chat happily with Danielle, Henna, Lucretia, Nicky, slavek, Cassandra, Sam and all the other regulars in her Mistress’ chat room. The door opened suddenly and Jane came into the room.
“Mistress wants you down stairs” said Jane. “Follow Me!”
Gemma said good bye to the chat room and signed out. She got up of her bed and Jane kindly helped her straighten out her uniform as it had crumpled where Gemma had been sitting on her bed. Then the two maids proceeded from the room. Jane then led Gemma to the top of the Main Staircase. Gemma was confused… why were they here? The main staircase was for Mistress and honoured guests only!
“Wait here!” said Jane. “Mistress will ring for you and when she does go straight down to the entrance hall via these stairs where you will be met.”
“Yes Jane” replied Gemma and she stood straight, with her hands behind her back and her legs together.
Gemma did not wait long before she heard her Mistress’ hand bell and she proceeded down the main staircase. As she turned on the centre landing to descend the lower flight of stairs, she was acutely aware that she was being watched. She stopped and looked up… …to her amazement, the entire entrance hall was lined with people she knew from her time in domestic service within the scene. At either side of the bottom of the stairs stood two BDSM Priestesses in full ceremonial dress… where had they come from thought Gemma? As Gemma descended the last few steps the Priestesses each took hold of one of her wrists and proceeded to strap a black leather cuff to each. Then they secured Gemma’s wrists behind her back and led her forward and into the Dining Room Area. Now… Mistress Lucinda’s dining room could be transformed into a function room - come - dance hall and sure enough as the trio entered the room, Gemma could see it had been emptied of furniture! Well-dressed people from the BDSM Scene lined the room and at the far end sat Mistress Lucinda on an amazing gothic ‘leather lined’ throne. Gemma looked around at the wonderful costumes the guests were wearing. She dread to think what some of them must be worth and then her eyes came to rest upon a familiar face. Mistress Amanda was standing just inside the doorway to the room. She was dressed in her finest ceremonial attire. A sweeping black leather skirt that was so fine that it flowed like silk dropped down from her hips into a short train on the floor behind her. Strangely, it reminded Gemma of one she had had an unfortunate accident with many years before! Above that Mistress Amanda wore a fabulous black leather corset encrusted with tastefully positioned diamonds and metal studs and from her shoulders flowed a jet-black shimmering cloak. Finally to finish it all off Mistress Amanda wore a silver ceremonial head crest half-helmet with beautiful black feather plumes flowing upwards from it. She looked wonderful and Gemma felt a little humbled by all the ceremonial pomp that was occurring all around her. As Mistress Amanda turned to face her, Gemma saw a sceptre in Mistress Amanda’s hands… It was made from a shaft of black onyx with a solid silver capping piece on its base and the top was adorned with a stunning large solid silver skull with a crafted silver collar around it’s base. Gemma had seen this sceptre before when she was given back to her Master after her training with her Instructress in London all those years ago. It was known as ‘The Sceptre of the Collared Few’ and she knew very well what it symbolised and also what was expected of her next. She had been through it once before and had also seen it happen a few times to others, but she knew that the ceremony was only performed occasionally these days, and then only for servants, submissives or slaves considered to be ‘prized possessions’ by their owners!
Gemma knelt down, assisted by the two Priestesses. Mistress Amanda presented the sceptre in front of Gemma’s face and Gemma leant forward and kissed the shaft of the sceptre. Then she was helped to her feet again as Mistress Amanda took up her position in front of Gemma and the two Priestesses. Suddenly a quartet of male slaves dressed in deep royal blue velvet tunics embezzled with the finest gold braid and embroidery lifted 4 silver ceremonial trumpets to their lips and a fanfare sounded. Gemma stood proud with her escort, she had waited for this day for a long time, often begging her Mistress for it to arrive sooner. Now it was here, she felt slightly overwhelmed and possibly a little faint! A deep hellish drum began to thump out a beat… Boom…. Boom…. Boom and the escort moved forward in time with the beat…
Part 2
The Collaring
We left Gemma being escorted by Mistress Amanda and two mysterious BDSM Priestesses towards her Mistress who had summoned her to her. Mistress Amanda had made Gemma kiss a strange ceremonial sceptre and a fanfare had sounded… What happened next? Read on to find out…
The drumbeat was very slow to step in time to and it required a lot of balancing on one leg in heels in order to slow-march to it! Gemma hoped her legs and feet would not cramp up before they reached her Mistress, who she had seen sitting regally at the end of the long room on some sort of throne! As they moved down the room, Gemma was acutely aware that the audience was bowing and curtseying as they passed by. Gemma hoped secretly that they were bowing and curtseying to her, but she knew really that it was done out of respect to the passing Priestesses and Mistress Amanda.
Eventually they reached the end of the room and as they approached Mistress Lucinda she rose from the throne to greet them. Mistress Amanda stopped in front of the small platform on which Mistress Lucinda was standing and she curtsied deeply. Gemma was promptly ‘forced’ down into a kneeling position by the two BDSM Priestesses. Mistress Amanda then rose and turned to face the room. She held the Sceptre high above her head and as she did so the whole room curtsied or bowed in respect. She then turned back and handed the Sceptre to Mistress Lucinda. She curtsied once again, then turned to her right and assumed a position beside the platform area.
The room fell deathly silent and Gemma swore if you’d have dropped a pin on the floor, you’d have heard it go ‘ping’ as it landed. Then all the guests turned to face Mistress Lucinda as she held the Sceptre in the air…
“My Friends and assembled slaves… I welcome you to my home for this very special day!” she announced.
She lowered the sceptre to waist height and allowed it to rest in her upturned palms. “You are all aware of the ritual associated with this, The Sceptre of the Collared Few,” she continued “and of it’s importance and meaning within the scene we all cherish so much… Indeed, this ceremony is rarely performed these days as few submissives or servants or slaves reach a standard high enough to warrant such a high honour to be bestowed upon them.”
Gemma wanted so much to look up at her Mistress as she could see out of the top of her eyes that she looked stunning in the outfit she was wearing. It consisted of black patent lace up boots, fishnet stockings, a gorgeous purple velvet basque, black bra top and long black flowing velvet coat that drifted lazily down to her ankles. Mistress Lucinda looked down at Gemma, still kneeling before her…
“You are here today Gemma you lucky, lucky girl, to be officially collared to me. Hell knows, you’ve been pestering me long enough for this girl, and now I feel you have truly shown your undying devotion to me and earned the right to wear a collar of my Chambers”. There was a round of applause from the guests.
Gemma knew she should not speak unless requested to so she stayed totally silent and still. She could feel her heart pounding like a bass drum inside her chest and she was feeling a little light headed. Mistress Lucinda then lowered the Sceptre down beside her left leg and addressed the room again.
“Who is The Keeper of the Collar?” she asked.
There was the noise of footsteps as someone stepped out of the crowd at the other end of the dining room.
“I am” said the mystery person in a decisively female voice.
Gemma’s heart missed a beat… she recognised that unmistakable commanding yet most beautifully comforting voice from many years ago. Could it be possible? Had Mistress Lucinda ‘really’ found her after all this time?
“Approach me then thy Keeper of the Collar!” said Mistress Lucinda.
Click, click, click, click, click went the footsteps on the wooden floor as a pair of stilettos approached and stopped abruptly behind Gemma. Oh how the kneeling girl wanted to turn around to confirm her suspicions but she dare not move. Then it came to her, a glimmer of shear brilliance and she raised her eyes just enough to peer into the shiny surface of her own Mistress’ patent boots. It worked like a dream and reflected in the boot was a distorted but definite image of the person stood behind her. Her heart skipped another beat and Gemma nearly fainted as she gazed upon a face she had not seen for many, many years. Reflected in the boots was a blonde woman dressed in a black cape lined with red silk & secured by a short chain at her neck, and a black leather cat suit beneath it. She was about 5 ft 6 inches and oozed an aura that you just knew everyone in that room was sensing. A delicate hand reached forward clutching a spiked black leather collar with the words ‘Property of Mistress Lucinda’ and ‘322-920-717’ etched onto a metal plate which was fixed to it. Mistress Lucinda reached out and took the collar with her right hand. There was a noise as the cape dropped briefly to the floor behind Gemma as the mysterious Domme curtseyed to Mistress Lucinda then the woman turned and walked away down the room. Mistress Lucinda called out after her rather suddenly and possibly unintentionally, as it seemed not in keeping with such a ritualistic ceremony…
“Sarah…” she called.
The footsteps stopped as the Domme turned back to face her.
“Thank you… and welcome back to the scene!” she smiled.
The response, if one was given, must have been drowned out, as the room erupted into applause and whistling and cheering. Even Mistress Lucinda dropped a small curtsey and began to applaud! Gemma’s excitement suddenly became too much for her and she dropped to the floor like a stone – unconscious! She had fainted.
The two Priestesses knelt and revived Gemma with some smelling salts. Gemma was helped back onto her knees and she looked at the floor sheepishly. She new Mistress Lucinda would be angry with her for fainting but what could she do to stop herself?
The room fell silent again and Mistress Lucinda once more addressed the room. “I call upon those persons present here today, to witness the collaring of this maid to me!” She said out loud.
With that she approached Gemma. She handed the Sceptre to one of the Priestesses and then bent down, placing the leather collar around Gemma’s neck. She used a special shaped barrel key to screw the securing mechanism into place – this collar had no padlock, indeed it did not need one for once on, only Mistress Lucinda would be able to remove it from Gemma’s neck. Once the collar was secured, Mistress Lucinda stood up and mounted the platform at the head of the room again…
“Gemma?” she said, turning to face the girl kneeling before her. “Gemma look up at me!” she commanded.
Gemma looked up at her Mistress and felt the coldness of the new collar allow her neck to move just enough.
“Yes Mistress” she responded.
“From this day fourth Gemma,” replied Mistress Lucinda “you and all that is yours are 100% my property young lady and you will wear that collar until I deem otherwise. No one may remove it except me, and they would be foolish to try. Do you swear to obey me unconditionally and to serve me until you are no longer able to, no matter what the circumstances?” she asked.
“Oh I do Mistress!” said Gemma with such passion it almost threw Mistress Lucinda’s concentration.
“Then let is be known in this room, on this day and by all those present, that you have sworn this to me under pain of death!” Mistress Lucinda finished.
There was a round of applause from the guests and Mistress Amanda then handed Mistress Lucinda a leash that matched the collar that Gemma was wearing. Mistress Lucinda attached the leash to Gemma’s collar and as she did so Mistress Amanda moved behind Gemma and freed her wrists from the cuffs. She curtsied to Mistress Lucinda and then Mistress Amanda and the two Priestesses turned and walked from the room. Mistress Lucinda stood proudly with Gemma at her feet with the leash grasped firmly in her right hand. A photographer rushed forward and briefly bowed before taking some pictures of the pair. Mistress Lucinda then gave Gemma the ‘heel’ command and she stepped from the platform and began to mingle with her guests. Gemma crawled after her Mistress as Jane, Henna, Danielle and their visiting cousin, Maid Sarah, served the guests with champagne and snacks.
As Mistress Lucinda moved amongst her guests and they in turn petted Gemma, Mistress Lucinda noticed that Gemma seemed distracted. She stood for a moment watching Gemma’s eyes desperately searching the crowd in the hallway. She new exactly what (or rather ‘who’) Gemma was pre-occupied with…
Part 3
The Last Part
Well now, in the part 2 of this story, Gemma encountered someone she never thought she would she ever again. Knowing that this rather special person was in her Mistress’ house somewhere, made Gemma restless as she was desperate to find her amongst the guest who filled the house… Does she find her? Read part 3 and find out…
Mistress Lucinda had gone to great lengths to find her rather special ‘Keeper of the Collar’ for the ceremony to collar Gemma. She knew that Gemma would also be keen to see this person and so she had arranged a little surprise for Gemma after the ceremony.
Gemma’s eyes did not stray from searching the guests in the hallway for a split second longer than was necessary than to be fussed over by the guests her Mistress was talking to. Mistress Lucinda finally reached the doorway to the entrance hall and she stopped, bent down and took hold of Gemma’s collar ring. She pulled the anxious girl close to her…
“She’s not here in the entrance hall either Gemma if you are looking for who I think you are looking for, so this is what I want you to do…” said Mistress Lucinda very quietly. “ You may enjoy the rest of today as free time to do with as you please, however you will not leave the house whilst we still have guests here. Now, I want you to proceed back to your room and change into something a little more comfortable, but no strong colours ok… just black and white and try and be a little bit smart too please Gemma. Then you will return here and socialise when you are done changing.” She finished.
“Yes Mistress, thank you Ma’am.” Gemma replied and she stood, curtsied to her Mistress and walked away to the servants’ stairs.
Once out of sight of the guests and her Mistress she raced to her room. Placing her hand on the door handle she paused for a moment… “Funny!” she thought to herself, she didn’t remember leaving her door cracked open when she left earlier? She slowly and carefully opened the door and looked into the room.
Standing framed by the window with her back to Gemma, silhouetted by the daylight was the figure of a woman. Gemma moved slowly into the room not sure of what was going on or who it was, even though she had suspicions that it may well be Mistress Amanda.
“There you are at last!” said the figure without moving or turning to look at her, “I’ve been waiting for you!”
Gemma fell to her knees and began sobbing… her tears were not those of pain though! They were tears of happiness for she definitely recognised the voice that spoke to her this time. How could she ever forget it, as it was the voice that had taught her everything she knew about Obedience and BDSM Training?
The figure turned away from the window to face Gemma and stepped away from the brilliant daylight. The young girl’s suspicions were confirmed as stood before her was the most amazing Dominatrix that Gemma had ever known in her entire life. She threw herself at the feet of the woman stood before her…
“Oh Mistress, oh Ma’am, how I thought to never see you again Mi-Lady” she spouted between the tears.
Mistress Sarah had been the Dominatrix in London that Gemma’s ex-Master had sent her to 12 years ago when she first entered submissive service. She had been the one who taught Gemma Obedience Training, although even ‘she’ had not been able to tame Gemma’s mischievous streak. She had left the scene to deal with family matters during 2003 and never returned to it until now.
She looked down at Gemma, “An impressive opening speech Gemma! Three types of formal address in one sentence! How ‘do’ you still manage it girl?” she laughed.
Gemma just knelt at her feet kissing them and holding on to Mistress Sarah’s calf as if never to let go again.
“Although I am enjoying your affections Gemma, I dread to think what you salty tears are doing to my leather and you are killing the blood flow in my leg so do get up girl and stop snivelling.” said Mistress Sarah.
Gemma and her long lost Instructress spent a while chatting and Mistress Sarah explained that her presence at the ceremony ‘was’ for the time being just a one off guest appearance. Then she opened her hand and gave Gemma a very special present. It was a ring that she knew the girl had admired all those years ago. Gemma was astounded at the gift and spent the next 10 minutes repeatedly thanking the stunning Domme for such a wonderful gift! Gemma felt happy that she had seen Mistress Sarah again after so many years, but she was also sad that this beautiful and awe inspiring Dominatrix was not returning to the scene full time.
Mistress Sarah stepped out of the room whilst Gemma changed into a black skirt, white top with a black buckled front piece and her favourite silver stilettos. She stepped out of the room and the two moved towards the main landing. When they reached the top of the stairs, Gemma stopped and Mistress Sarah turned around…
“Come on” she said, “ you are with me and I wish that you walk beside me.”
Gemma was reluctant as she was normally forbidden from using the main staircase in the house. There were various servants’ stairs and those were intended for staff use. Mistress Sarah walked back over to Gemma and interlocked her arm through Gemma’s.
“Now girl,” she said… “Walk with me to find your Mistress.”
The pair descended the main staircase and as they did so Gemma noticed her own Mistress standing chatting to a guest in the hallway below. The room fell slowly silent as Mistress Sarah and Gemma walked down the staircase. Every one of those guests below them, new of Mistress Sarah’s importance in the BDSM scene. She had been instrumental in setting up and ensuring safety within the British BDSM scene. More importantly, she had attained the highest rank a Mistress could wish for when she had been an active Domme… she had attained the position of a BDSM High Priestess, an honour that all Mistresses strive for, but which few ‘ever’ manage to achieve!
Mistress Lucinda, turned to see why the room had silenced and Gemma saw her eyes narrow slightly at the sight of her Maid walking arm in arm with her own Star Guest down the main staircase. At this, Gemma looked across at Mistress Sarah, whose eyes were fixed firmly on Mistress Lucinda's. Gemma looked back at her own Mistress and saw that her eyes had eased back to their normal powerfully strong appearance.
When they reached the bottom of the staircase, Mistress Sarah walked Gemma up to Mistress Lucinda…
“A fine maid you have acquired Lucinda!” she said, smiling. “Maybe one day between us both, we ‘may’ be able to remove that mischief from her that you spoke of earlier, but I make no promises on success or when it may happen.” And she laughed.
“I may just hold you to that Mistress Sarah” said Mistress Lucinda, laughing along with her.
Gemma knelt down beside her own Mistress and offered her leash to her with her mouth.
“That is not required Gemma.” Said Mistress Lucinda, “I said you may have the rest of the day as your own girl!”
Gemma still persisted to offer the leash to her Mistress and eventually Mistress Lucinda took hold of it and slipped the loop over her wrist. Mistress Sarah then excused herself from her hostess. She bent down and addressed Gemma…
“You behave for your Mistress, Gemma! I am sure you must realise that now she has found me, there is nothing to stop her finding me again in order that we might both make good our promise to each other over your mischievous nature!” she warned the girl kneeling before her.
“Gemma looked at the floor, slightly ashamed. “Yes Ma’am” she said sheepishly.
Mistress Sarah then stroked Gemma’s head, turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Gemma behaved herself impeccably for the rest of the day and as the Scene Press were still hanging about, Mistress Lucinda made full use of the fact that there were cameras present and insisted that several ‘private’ pictures were taken of her and Gemma. One of her favourites was of her sitting on a short wooden bench seat in a window bay, looking down at Gemma who is looking up at her! Mistress Lucinda was however a little disappointed that none of the pictures published, appeared to have Mistress Sarah in them, but still that was something that she might be able to correct at a later date.
Gemma never saw Mistress Sarah again that day. She never saw the two BDSM Priestesses that had been her escort either… like Mistress Sarah they too had mysteriously disappeared from the house. That evening she sat below her Mistress, with Mistress Lucinda stroking her hair from the settee above her.
“How on earth did you find her Ma’am?” Gemma said, turning to look up at her Mistress.
Mistress Lucinda just tapped her nose in an ‘all knowing’ manner. “Never you mind young lady!” she said.
Gemma returned to her previous position. Her world was finally complete again. She had a wonderful Mistress and had not only managed to see her ex-Master again, but had now seen Mistress Sarah again and all thanks to her beautiful and wonderful Mistress.
The following day, Gemma got up early and served her Mistress breakfast in bed. She prepared the breakfast in the usual manner, placing the bowl of cereal on the special bed tray, along with a small milk jug. Then she placed the toast in the holder and placed that on the tray with a small pot of her Mistress’ favourite jam. Finally she poured some orange juice into a tall glass and placed in on the tray, adding a single red rose as a touch of finesse!
She left the kitchen and ascended to the first floor and upon reaching her Mistress’ bedroom door she knocked three times.
“Enter” called Mistress Lucinda from within the room.
Gemma balanced the tray carefully on her raised knee and opened the door. She curtsied deeply as she entered the room, closing the door carefully behind her.
“Good morning Mistress!” Gemma said dutifully.
“Ah, good morning to you too Gemma… Oh good breakfast!” Mistress Lucinda exclaimed. “Yes, just put it hear over my lap please girl!” she finished, lifting herself slightly more upright in bed.
Gemma placed the tray over her Mistress’ lap, making sure that the short drop down legs had engaged properly. She was just withdrawing from placing the tray when Mistress Lucinda suddenly grabbed her by the wrist. Mistress Lucinda drew Gemma’s hand closer to her face and examined the ring on Gemma’s finger.
“And ‘where’ may I ask did you get that?” she asked, “And I also don’t remember saying you could wear any extra jewellery girl!” she said sternly, almost throwing Gemma’s hand back at her.
“Mistress Sarah gave it me Ma’am!” exclaimed Gemma, with a sort of shy grin on her face.
“She ‘gave’ it to you?” said Mistress Lucinda, somewhat sceptically! “Are you sure you didn’t ‘steal’ it from her when she wasn’t looking?”
Gemma looked hurt, “Oh no Ma’am, she gave it to me in my room yesterday whilst I was changing. Please Mistress, don’t make me take it off, I beg you!” pleaded Gemma, dropping to her knees beside the bed.
“Hmm…” Mistress Lucinda rubbed the underneath of her chin thoughtfully. “In future, you will bring any presents given to you, to ‘me’ and I will then decide if you may have them or wear them!” she instructed.
“Yes Ma’am” replied Gemma, looking down at the floor.
“Now away with you whilst I have breakfast.” said Mistress Lucinda.
Gemma stood and curtsied “Yes Mistress” she said.
She moved towards the door and took hold of the door handle to open the door…
“And Gemma!” called Mistress Lucinda from the bed. Gemma turned to face her Mistress. “It’s a very beautiful ring and I hope you wear it with great honour!” said Mistress Lucinda smiling at her Maid.
“Yes it is Ma’am, and I would not want to wear it any other way Ma’am” replied Gemma and she curtsied and left the room.
The End
Written by: Maid Gemma
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