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Subject: The Housekeeper - Part 6 of 6
Date: 15 Dec 1994 19:50:28 -0500
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The Housekeeper  

by Andreas Mann

Part 6 of 6

It was always special to train a new slave, but this one was more special
still.  I wasn't completely sure yet, but I had the feeling that Gina was
going to be a wonderful slave.  I smiled to myself as I descended the
stairs and felt very fortunate.  When I had put the advertisement up on
the noticeboards I had expected to be lucky to find someone to clean the
house, but perhaps in my subconscious I had been broadcasting a wish for
something more...

Clipping the baby monitor onto my belt and pulling the sweater over my
head, I entered the kitchen and poured myself a Pimm's Cup.  This is a
strangely refreshing drink a friend and I discovered a few months ago,
made with an English liquor called Pimm's No. 1, organic ginger ale, a
couple of slices of cucumber and lemon and ice.  After a few moments it
all blends together and makes a delicious potion.  I planned on making one
for Gina, but not until I had given her a few moments upstairs alone to
consider the importance of her situation.  I hoped she realized I wasn't
just playing.  While there's nothing wrong with playful games and
ocassional sessions, my interest in her went a lot further.  I sipped my
potion.  Hmm, just what are my intentions, I wondered.  What was it about
Gina that appealed so innocently to my heart?  Somehow she had entered MY
personal zone.  Her presence infected me.  I couldn't look directly at it,
as if there were some unseen communication going on. The body and
instincts, perhaps?  And just who had captured who?  I might have her on
the cross upstairs, and yet when I thought about her, it was I who was
captured and bound.  Could I let go of her now?  What would I feel if she
walked out and never returned?  I laughed at these thoughts and sipped my
brew.  And so many people think that sadomasochism is cut and dry: one in
control and the other under control.  When the affections are involved
nothing is so cut and dry.

I checked the monitor and turned the volume to maximum, listening through
the hiss to make sure I heard no groans.  What I did hear surprised me. 
Gina was crying.  Sobbing so lightly that I could only just make it out. 
This worried me and I listened intently for a few moments.  Did this mean
she was in distress, or was it a healthy unburdening?  I decided it was
the latter and turned the hiss down.  I would still hear her if she
screamed.  I should leave her a little longer.  The crying was probably
just what she needed.  She was safe and well taken care of.  I hoped she
realized it too.  I sipped my drink and opened the latest copy of MacWeek
to read all about the new Cyclone computer Apple planned to release.  

The Pimm's Cup was nearly finished when I realized it was time to visit
Gina again.  I turned the volume on the monitor up one more time but heard
no crying.  I took my time to make two Pimm's Cups, shut off most of the
lights downstairs and made my way upstairs.  

The lock clicked as I opened it, and I slammed it just hard enough to
register in her body.  Then I walked over to where she stood, strapped
onto the cross, and gently pressed one icy glass between her breasts for a
moment.  She jumped.  I could see the tears still wet on her cheeks.

"Have you thought about what I said?" I asked.

"Yes, Master. I have."

Placing a small coffee table at the end of the bed and a big comfortable
cushion on the other side, I prepared to interview Gina.  I put a drink on
either side of the coffee table.  Then I walked over to her and stood in
her zone a few moments before running my hands down her body once more. 
Her gag came off first, followed by her blindfold.  I looked in her eyes.

"Are you alright, Gina?" I asked warmly.

"Yes, Master," she replied.

Her reply was stated evenly, indicating that she was in accord with her
situation.  I felt her hands and undid the buckles and released her
wrists.  I pointed to her feet and she understood that she had to undo
them herself.  I went and sat on the edge of the bed and sipped my drink.

"When you are done, come and sit here," I said.  "Are you cold at all?  Do
you want your clothes?"

"No, Master.  I'm quite warm, thank you."

"Then sit and lets talk."

"Yes, Sir."

She sat on the cushion and rubbed her wrists and ankles.  The clamps were
still on her nipples and vulva.  

"Are they uncomfortable?" I asked.

"No, Sir."

"Good.  Do you see that collar hanging on the wall?  Get it for me."

When she returned and presented it to me, I indicated for her to kneel
infront of me.  Then I wrapped the wide studded leather collar around her
neck and buckled it behind.

"You can sit now," I said.

She looked beautiful on the cushion.  The collar was wide enough that it
forced her head up.  The steel studs were like little pyramids and
sparkled in the candlelight.  Her body was smooth and soft.  The shoulders
came down at a slight angle to the breasts which seemed well proportioned,
two globes with exceptionally full nipples.  Her waist was delightful and
curved in so smoothly you would think she was wearing a corset.  Her
vulva, the clamps still attached, was covered in soft brown hair.  I
wondered what she would look like shaved.  Her legs were long and shined
slightly in the candlelight.  Had she shaved off all the hair?

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good.  I hope you like the drink.  It's a little unusual, but very
refreshing.  Cheers."

We clinked glasses and smiled at each other.

"Now, I think it's time for you to explain yourself!" I said with mock
intonation.  "Tell me what you have thought about while you were
imprisoned here."

"Well, at first I was really turned on by everything you did, and when you
left I found myself in one of my oldest fantasies - to be bound and left
in a room on my own," she explained.

"Yes.  And was it nice?"

"Yes, Sir.  Well, after a little while I began to realize that this was
real and not just a fantasy in my head.  I really couldn't get free.  Then
I began to cry, because I felt so helpless.  It's strange because I cried
with a weird pleasure.  I struggled against the straps, knowing I'd never
get free, and feeling so caught, yet I cried with pleasure.  I don't
understand it.  I felt very alone and open and frightened."

"Okay.  But you knew that I was close by?"

"Yes, Sir, but I still felt frightened.  I think I am frightened by the
realness."

"There's nothing wrong with being frightened," I said quietly.  "I'd be
disappointed if you weren't a little bit so.  Go on."

"Yes, Sir.  Well, then I began to feel captured and imprisoned and safe. 
I cried again, but differently this time.  It was pleasant.  I need to be
captured and held tight.  Something in me opened up.  I was able to give
in and just be myself.  I need to be like this," she said blushing
slightly.

"Sip your drink," I said, pointing to it.  "And tell me what else you
think you need."

"Yes, Master," she said very intentionally.  "I want to be your slave.  I
don't know what it all means, or what you'll do with me, but I really need
to be owned.  Will you own me?"

"Yes, Gina," I sipped my drink.  "I think I would like to own you.  Are
you prepared to do what I tell you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Are you prepared to be punished and disciplined by me - whatever form it
takes?"

"I think so, Master."

"Hmm.  Well, I don't know if thinking so will be enough," I said.  "Is
there anything that you don't like or that you hate?"

"Yes, Sir.  I don't like what I've heard about golden showers and scat,"
she shuddered.  "Those are two things I don't think I could do."

"What else don't you like?"

"Pain without purpose.  I don't like being beaten physically for no
reason.  Do you know what I mean, Sir?"

"Yes, Gina.  But you would always be beaten for good reason, and I would
certainly tell you what it is.  If you mean being beaten brutally, no I'm
not that kind of person."

"No, Sir. I didn't think you were."

"Are you prepared to be treated as I see fit?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you have reservations or doubts?"

"No, Sir."

"I don't believe that, Gina," I said looking at her.  "Everyone has to
have doubts or they're not human.  Aren't you a little afraid of what I
might do?"

"Yes, Sir.  Excuse me.  I didn't mean...  Well, yes, I am afraid, but - I
don't know how to say this, I think you know what I want," she said with a
searching look in her eyes.

I sipped my drink and motioned for her to do likewise.

"Hmm.  I believe I do, Gina.  So perhaps this is the best we can do just
now.  You say you want to serve me, so let's discuss that more.  I want
you to carry on as housekeeper for now.  You can work here three, no, four
days a week at the rate we agreed.  I'd also like you to cook on those
days.  Do you think you can manage this?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, while you are working and being paid you will also follow my
instructions.  Okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"When I come home I expect to find all your work done and dinner and a
drink ready, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"If you haven't done all you should have, I will punish you as I see fit. 
Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Master."

"Are you free to stay in the evenings?"

"Yes, Sir.  I don't have any other commitments."

"Then I will tell you when I want you to stay.  And when you do, I will
train you as I see fit.  Is this what you want?"

"Yes, Sir.  I would enjoy that very much," she smiled.

"I hope you find it as pleasurable when I have to punish you!" I said with
a smile.

We sipped our drinks and I began to think about what I should do with her
next.  Was this a good enough beginning?  I thought not.  I hadn't gone
too far because we had had no agreement.  Now that we had talked I felt
more free to take her in hand and begin breaking her to my will.  It
sounds like a terrible thing, and totally incorrect in the political
sense, to break a woman, but this is only so for those who don't
understand the intricacies of sadomasochism.  Even as I assumed power and
control, was I not at her mercy too?  Did she not demand that I be who I
am, so that she could be who she is?  I scratched my head and smiled at
her, wondering what her thoughts were.

"A penny for your thoughts," I smiled.

"I was just thinking how exciting it is for me, and scary at the same
time.  To be sitting here with you in this room.  It's a great room. 
You've created such atmosphere and warmth."

"Finish your drink," I said.  I had already decided what she needed.



[To be continued - - shortly]




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