The Training of Scarlet Worthy (21 page)

My mind was becoming an increasingly wicked Scarlet Worthy with each passing moment. I made a note to have
him
for breakfast sometime in the future.

The two recovered the tray and they left as inconspicuously as they had entered.

“Okay Julie dear, I’m off.” Lady Bradstreet laughed. “I think I’ll take BB into the woods, tie her to a tree, and flog her until we both come.” She was serious.

BB leaned over and kissed me. “See you soon Scarlet. I hope.”

Lady Bradstreet grabbed BB by the arm and they stumbled toward the door. She barked over her shoulder. “Julie, could you have Madison call my stable boy. He’s likely sleeping in your barn. If you would, have him bring my cart around to the front door. I’ll take this slut with me. Bye for now, we’ll be nearby if you need help for tonight’s affair.”

Lady Julia and I were left alone. She summoned me to sit by her side on the couch. Quietly she untied my wrists. She made the call to Madison and then she placed a call. “Lucy, I will be in the spa most of the day today, or otherwise occupied. We have a new resident in the suite, the one adjacent to mine. Have the bedroom made up. Later I’ll appoint a permanent staff to service her suite and to service the new occupant. Call Heidi and tell her we’re on our way.”

My Lady grabbed me by my pony tail. We rose from the couch and she marched me out of my suite, and down a long corridor. We reached a door with a single sign that read: Manor Spa, and under the sign, the ubiquitous red Manor Crest. We entered.

***

The Spa entry was fashioned in white marble, the walls, floor and ceiling, all of them white marble. There was no sitting room for guests. This palace was made for the Mistress of the Brighten Manor, made for her to singularly indulge her body, and staffed by twenty men and women. They all reported to the head of the Spa - Heidi Olson.

We stepped into a second room and we met Heidi standing semi naked and by a large complex table. She was a large woman, a magnificent plus size, and her endowments made me feel tiny. She alone wore an apron. It lay limply tied about her waist, and did little to cover her. Her breast were free and stood proud like melons, her shoulders wide, and her bottom beyond plump but magnificently shaped.

Each of Heidi’s cheeks were the size of a wonderfully inflated basketball. She too wore the Manor Collar. I noticed however, that hers was silver, not iron like Lucy’s or like the ones the two slave boys wore who served this morning’s breakfast. She bowed and curtsied to My Lady both at the same time. Her smile was infectious. I took an immediate liking to her.

I was left standing as Heidi pulled up a chair for Lady Julia. She stood silently at attention waiting for what My Lady had to say.

“I want her waxed.”

“I want her pussy to be completely bare - a Hollywood wax. You won’t have to wax her bottom or bleach her. Her ass is perfect. Don’t touch it. When you have done the waxing bring her to me. I have a special procedure to accomplish.

After that, a shower, a bubble bath with all the goodies. Give her a full body massage, and then lunch with champagne. I’ll join you for the champagne. Call me.” Lady Julia crossed her legs and continued.

“This afternoon I want her hair done. Bring your best hair designer Heidi. Nothing but the best for her.” She pointed to me. “This is Scarlet Worthy. She belongs to me, and she’s
special
. Treat her that way. You will be glad you did.”

Heidi offered a small bow and a smile in my direction. Lady Julia continued.

“Have her measured. Much of her clothing will be tailored for her explicit size, so measure every inch of her. Have the hair dresser bring me several designs. I want pictures of the styles to approve. I want her hair to remain red, perhaps colored a bit, untangled for sure, and straightened. Leave it long, and I want bangs.

Later today we’ll do make up, and then we’ll choose what she’ll wear for the ceremony. Have your team ready, today it’s all hands on deck, do you understand?”

Heidi assured Lady Julia that she would be satisfied with the results of my treatments. I was trembling in my naked state and humbled by all of the attention.

Things were moving so fast.
Was I a slave or a princess? Who was this Scarlet Worthy that I so heartily embraced.
I felt confused and exhilarated, shy and empowered, saint and sinner, and all at the same moment.

My curiosity was at large. I wanted it all.
Bring it on.
I thought.
Touch me. Touch me.

Heidi took hold of me and I was led by the hand to a table. She patted me on the hip. “Welcome to the Manor Spa Scarlet. It’s nice to meet you. It’s our mission to make this visit most pleasurable. Relax sweetie, we’ll take good care of you. Would you like anything, some water perhaps?”

I nodded my head. Water was not on my mind. Heidi circled me, occasionally reaching out to touch some part of my body. She mumbled compliments about my skin, its tone and color, she examined my breasts and told me that they were spectacular. I was liking Heidi more and more as each moment passed. I was awash in her compliments and I felt beautiful. She stopped at my bottom, cupping both of my cheeks with reverence. She whispered something in Swedish that I didn’t understand, but it must have been something good because she played with my cheeks for a full minute. We both laughed at the extended attention, and soon she moved on.

Heidi looked at my hair and shook her head. She was not happy with that tangled mess. She held my face in her large palms. Her smile was warm and genuine. She whispered. “You’re absolutely beautiful Scarlet. It is my pleasure to touch you. Please hop up on the table dear.”

My Lady was leaving the Spa through yet another secret door. She turned. “I’ll be in the lounge making some calls. I’ll keep an eye on your progress Scarlet.”

Two female technicians entered the room. They were naked with the exception of the iron collars. They both wore latex gloves.

Heidi explained the procedure. “The waxer here,” she motioned to one of the technicians. “She will dip a wooden waxing stick into a pot of hot wax and then spread it onto your skin and pubic hair. She will then apply a cloth strip over the still-warm wax, pressing firmly so the cloth, your pubic hair and wax adhere to one another. When the wax has cooled Scarlet?” She motioned toward the second technician.

“She will pull the strip off in the opposite direction of your hair growth, pulling the hairs out by the root. Voila, we’re done.”

I was ushered up on the table. The procedure went exactly as Heidi had said it would. What little hair that was left after My Lady had sheered me was thin, short and wispy. I felt little discomfort when the cloth strip was ripped off. I reached to touch myself. My pussy was as smooth as I could ever have imagined. It was baby soft in my fingers. Instinctively, I withdrew my hand before My Lady thought I was playing with her prized possession without her permission.

Heidi adjusted the table so that my legs were spread on separate leg extensions. The table moved upward as if to place me in a standing position. Suddenly it stopped moving. My Lady reentered the Spa Chamber. She stood before me. She made a gesture toward Heidi and a rolling stool was offered for her to sit upon.

Heidi strapped my ankles to the spreader extensions. The two technicians quickly cuffed my wrists to the table. The restraints were all pulled tight and secured. I was immobilized. My Lady examined the waxing. She leaned forward and kissed every inch of my smooth pussy.

She looked up and smiled at me. “Now I will mark you for my own Scarlet. You may watch, or you may choose to be hooded. But you
will
be marked as my property. What is your choice?”

I pulled at the restraints.
How did I allow this to happen to me?

It was hopeless to escape. I slumped in total surrender. There was silence. I looked into the eyes of the blond woman whom I idolized. Her lips were inches from my pussy. She kissed it reverently and whispered. “Scarlet dear, I’m waiting, watch or be hooded?”

“Watch, My Lady.” I said.

An older man, an Asian man, walked silently to face me. He bowed. He was dressed in an ancient ceremonial robe of silk. It was red with dragons and other colorful images sewn into the pattern.

My Lady stood, and the little man took the stool. He rolled up inches from my sex. His dainty hands touched my pubic mound just an inch above my simple slash. He lightly pinched me there several times. He then took a small paper stencil from a case he was carrying and pressed it against me. When he removed it I could see a circular mark about the size of a quarter. Next he withdrew an electric pen. He turned it on. There was a buzzing sound.

I am to be tattooed!
I slumped once more. I held my breath. I froze in place. I didn’t want to be hooded and gagged.

My Lady held my shackled hand for support. I squeezed and I whispered to her.

“Do we have to do this to me?” My eyes were tearing.

She simple shook her head. There was no turning back.

It was painful. I bit my lip, but I did not cry out. In ten minutes the man was done and he was gone before I noticed the sound of his machine had stopped. My Lady kissed my cheek. She blotted my tears. “It’s over my little one. Do you want to see?”

“Yes. Please. Thank you My Lady.”

She unbuckled the restraints on my wrists and ankles. She handed me a mirror. I took the handle and held the mirror so that I could see what they had done to me.

Directly above my pussy was the Crest of the Brighten Manor. It was done in red ink. The top appeared as a heart attached to an inverted heart on the bottom. They connected and appeared as a smile. In the center of the tattoo, written in scrip the initials
JSR
, and below that the date. I looked down in disbelief. I had been branded for life as her possession on this day.

My Lady helped me step down from the table. Several technicians, both men and women rushed into the room and held me for support. I felt caring hands cradling me. All around me stood naked young people. All of them were wearing iron collars and they were smiling at me. It was a surreal experience.

They picked me up. My body supported, I lay face up face up in their arms. I felt well loved by a group of strangers who like myself had one thing in common. We were the slaves of Brighten Manor and of Lady Julia Sweeten-Roseau.

They carried me from the room where I had been waxed and tattooed into a second chamber that was quite different than the former. It had much the same marble as the former room, but the lighting was toned down and softer.

Classical string music drifted from above. There were textured cloth fainting couches scattered about the room. A male and female slave were doing their best to hide discreetly behind a potted palm. They were wrapped in a torrid embrace. Her legs were around his hips and locked at the ankles. His cock was pumping inside of her and he was at the edge of orgasm. I licked my lips.

A sweet young male slave approached me and knelt before me. I was puzzled. He placed a special waterproof circular bandage over my new tattoo. Heidi was there and she calmly introduced me to a smiling team of naked slaves, all of whom were collared.

“These people will see to your needs Scarlet. I’m sure you will like their ministrations.”

A woman stepped behind me and undid my pony tail. My red hair fell on my shoulders and below. The Spa slaves ushered me into a large shower room. There were four of them, two women and two men. The shower was running and warm, and in this cloud of steam, they washed me like I was a porcelain doll. Soft hands and soft sponges worked their magic on my stressed body. One woman washed and rinsed my hair at least five times before they led me out of the shower room.

I barely remember the tall strong black man that greeted me as I was led from the shower. He stooped, and in one graceful movement, he picked me up and cradled me in his arms. I touched his collar and let my fingers drift over the bulging muscles of his chest. Like the other slaves in the Spa, he smiled at me and his movements were slow and gentle. He carried me to the misty bath and placed me in a white claw foot slipper tub. The water was warm and fragment and topped with bubbles. I sunk to the bottom and rested my head on the slopping back of the porcelain antique.

The fragrance was subtle and fresh smelling like a hint of fruit. The music drifted in my senses, barely audible soft and relaxing sounds of flutes and other wind instruments. My hair fell outside the back of the tub and a woman skillfully brushed it to its full and untangled length. I ran my hands over my body, over my stomach and down my thighs as far as I could reach. I felt like silk.

Heidi approached and I could hear her whisper in the fog that surrounded me. “Would you like a sip of champagne Scarlet?”

I had barely the energy to speak, my eyes were hooded. I nodded my head in the affirmative. She held the champagne flute to my lips.

“I recommend that you take only two sips.” She whispered. “More than that and you will likely drift to off sleep, and we’ll have to skip your massage.”

I took the two sips, smiled and purred toward Heidi. It was the best thanks that I could manage as I languishing in my liquid trance.

My hands drifted under the cloud of bubbles and they found my nipples. I rubbed them in my fingertips until they swelled and hardened. My mouth fell open and my breathing quickened. I began to fantasize about Carlton.

He and I were sitting on a bench by the gazebo. We were tangled in a lovers kiss. I reached down. My panties were gone, discarded and laying on the grass beside the two of us.

Carlton was still wearing his tuxedo but his trousers were discarded. They too lay next to my panties on the grass. I could see his cock. I reached down to touch him.

His cock was warm and it filled my tiny hand. His member was pretty to look at; it complemented his overall looks. It was thick and hard, and as I grasped him I became aware that his cock was twice as large as I could embrace with a single hand.

The tip was flushed, the head of it graced with a soft helmet, its shape flaring downward and sloped to a form a plum like cap upon his ridged staff.