The Training of Scarlet Worthy (30 page)

I stood still, and I waited. Motionless as a good slave should.

I heard the grandfather clock from the entry hall chime eight times and shortly her hand on the office door. She stopped when she saw me. My Lady smiled, said nothing, and moved to her desk. I lowered my eyes. She took a seat. I could feel her eyes on me, but she said nothing. I recalled my slave training, and how difficult it was to stay patient, remaining silent was expected when displayed. I knew that her silence was an acceptance of my ultimate gift - myself.

“You are pleasant to look at Slave, come to me.”

I crossed the room and stood before her. She held my leash and examined it like she had never seen such an item in her life. I knew she was playing, testing me.

“Yes, very pleasant to my eyes. However I don’t recall requiring you to be so “under-attired” for our meeting this morning, you must have something on your mind. In a minute I’ll ask you what it is, until then knell and hold your position.”

I knelt and sat back on my heels, eyes remained lowered and my palms lay face up on my legs.

“Madison,” she said.

“Yes My Lady.” Came the answer over the intercom.

“Bring me a pot of tea, and tell Gabby that she won’t be needed this morning.”

The tea arrived and Madison served her as if I wasn’t there kneeling there and naked.

“That will be all for now Madison.” She said. “But stand by. I have a sense that I’ll be needing you before long.” She dismissed the butler, but not before she dangled a tiny necklace before him. On it was a small gold key.

“Put this on the shelf by the cabinet Madison. I’m through with the contents that it secures.”

Finally she lifted my chin in her hand. “Speak. Why are you presented to me like this?” She sipped her tea, waiting for my response.

I whispered my devotion. I needed to have her hear the words. "My name is Scarlet Worthy. i am your personal slave my dear Lady Julia. i am your property. My body belongs to you. My single purpose is to service you in any way."

“But Scarlet dear, that has already been decided, what other reason brings you to me.

“It’s that you’re leaving My Lady, and I’ll miss you so very much, and I fear that you will forget me. Last night I had a dream that you dismissed me. It was a nightmare. This morning I needed for you to hear my vow again before you left, and one more thing ….”

“Go on.” She said.

“I wish, I beg to modify my slave contract so that I will never have such a fear again – ever.”

She sipped her tea, and she stroked my hair. She adjusted my bangs and tested the tightness of my collar. Suddenly she grabbed both of my nipples between her thumb and forefingers and stretched them playfully. She had a devilish smile on her face. I winced in pleasure and in pain, but I remained in position.

“Look at me Scarlet.” She commanded.

My eyes met hers. I summoned my strength. I put my hands behind my back and raised my face to meet her gaze. I arched my back. She stretched my stained nipples more. I held my position.

“And how long is your contract with me now slave, refresh my memory.”

“Until the end of this summer My Lady, when I go off to University.”

“And how would you modify your Agreement slave?”

“I want to be yours for life.”

“Stand up Scarlet, I want to show you something. It’s important that you know some things.”

I stood as directed. My Lady led me by my leash to a built-in walnut credenza that that covered one entire wall of her office. There was a keypad on the base shelf below the doors. She tapped a series of numbers, a secret combination.

The wall panels opened on rails sliding to the side to reveal a wall of what could only be documented contracts. On further look, I could see that they were more like trophies.

There were over fifty crystal plaques, and each plaque about a foot square. Imbedded in the crystal was a photograph.

My Lady pulled my leash and led me to one plaque placed in the center of the gallery wall. She placed her finger on it. I leaned forward in astonishment. The photo was of me. It was taken at my collaring.

There I am standing naked, and dressed as I am now, standing tall in a spotlight, like a proud but bizarre Miss Universe, except this princess is wearing a collar not a crown.

On each side of the plaque were glass tubes, one was tall and had a scroll of paper sealed inside. I looked at My Lady. I was puzzled.

“The photos are pictures of my slaves. The first tube contain the contract that each one has signed. The second tube contains the binder. No contract is valid without a binder presented by the slave to seal the signature.”

I looked at the binder tube. It was shorter and more like a test tube size about three inches long. I squinted at the contents. I gasped. “It’s my red hair. It’s the clippings taken from my pussy!”

I was staring at a tube of red hair compacted inside the glass tube, and next to it - my photo, my pussy proudly on display, shaved that same morning in the Manor Spa.

I didn’t think it possible to feel more humiliated than I did at this moment. I was a trophy, like a deer head placed above the fireplace for all to admire the hunter. Again I looked at my Mistress for answers.

“Slaves have no possessions to bind a contract my dear Scarlet. So I must take a piece of the slave. I believe this selection is most suitable, and as you look about - colorful too.

My plaque, like the others, was etched with letters. Mine read: Scarlet Worthy, and below that, formerly Sibyl Smith, and below that the date of my collaring, and the date of the end of my term of service. Mine read August thirty first of that year.

I moved my face from my plaque to the one next to it. There was a cute blonde girl in the picture. She appeared to be my about my age She too was naked and stood at her collaring ceremony just as the photo of me. The tube of paper containing a scroll was the same. Inside the smaller tube, the contents soft blonde tendrils. In her photo, her pussy was shaved bare like mine, and above it she had been tattooed with the red Crest of the Manor like me.

I read the words. T. Heather Bound, formerly Maryann Johnson, the date of her collaring; I noted it had been two years previous to mine, and her release date which was in five years.

She’s my predecessor. Yes THB is now in France and running one of My Lady’s companies.

I continued to look at the plaques. I had forgotten my naked condition, and the leash that Lady Julia held in her hand. My innate curiosity compelled me to glance from photo to photo. I was beginning to sense a special “belonging.” I was truly a member of a select club of people who had given themselves to this extraordinary woman who stood beside me. There was Heidi, formerly Hildegard Swenson and Cook, formerly Simone Defray, Lucy, formerly Lucinda Blades – the list and plaques went on forever. I found Gabby and I laughed, she was now a long way from being Gerry Gibber from Des Moines, Iowa.

I passed the plaques for the twins, Autumn and Summer, and I stopped. I stared in disbelief. I looked at My Lady. She shook her head in acknowledgement.

“This is why you need to see this wall of plaques. This is why you need to know it all. If what you are asking is what I think Scarlet, then you
will
know it all.”

That plaque that had started me was old, the crystal colored with some age. It read Madison, formerly Lord Martin M. Roseau – Brighten Manor, UK.

I was stunned. “Madison, your butler Madison, My Lady is your slave Madison, the Lord of the Manor?”

“
Former
Lord Scarlet - everything I told you when we sat in the garden that day is true. He gave it all up. He turned everything over to me. He begged to become my slave for life, and he is now mine.”

My curiosity engaged. “He told me he loves you.”

“He did, did he? I will punish him for that. But yes indeed, we do love each other, it’s just a bit unconventional.” She held up the key that Madison had dutifully placed on the shelf.

She hung the key on a hook next to Madison’s plaque. “I keep Madison locked up Scarlet. I believe you have seen the device that keeps him in chastity. He has a beautiful cock, and I fear I tease him awfully.” She batted her eyes wickedly. “The man is mad with anticipation, and his behavior is so much better when he knows I control his pleasure.” He stroked my bottom like she was petting me.

“On the other hand when I do choose to release him he is always so eager. Last night he fucked me three times before dawn, and like I said, his member is worthy of a Lord, and he uses it so very well when I call upon it.” She turned to concentrate on me. With a touch of her finger the wall of the cabinet closed and locked.

“Let’s talk about you. Tell me again Scarlet, what is it you wish to have happen to you, and is it voluntary?”

“Oh yes, My Lady. It is my wish, it is my choice; it is what I beg of you.” I knelt before her. “Please grant my wish My Lady.”

Lady Julia led me to her couch. I crawled behind her and when she was seated I bent down and kissed each foot.

“Continue.” she said.

“Please take me as your personal slave for a term of life.”

“Why?’ She asked.

“Because your slave is who I am, it is what you made of me, and I never want to leave you. I love you Lady Julia.”

She patted the top of my head. She raised my face to look into my eyes. “Your wish is granted little one.” She kissed me gently and smiled.

“Sit back on your heels Scarlet. I have some gifts for you before we begin the modification to your service. You will need help if you are to commit totally, so before I leave today I am giving you Gabby. She now belongs to you. Madison is drawing the necessary papers. Also, I am gifting you Summer and Autumn. The slave contracts are written, and both women are advised of your ownership of them. You may mark them as you see fit, and collar them to your liking. If you wish you may use Lucy to train them while I’m gone.”

She stood and I crawled behind her. When we reached her desk she had me stand facing the chair that was sitting empty on the far side – her chair. Beyond the chair the large windows. I saw the sloping lawn. The sun was shining, and off to the right I saw the gazebo where Carton and I had spent so many lovely afternoons

My Lady grabbed my leash and pulled it above my head. I was on the tips of my toes, my collar pointing to the ceiling. “Madison, come in here I need you.” She shouted into the intercom system.

I stood and waited. Neither of us spoke. I was struggling to stay upright and my breathing was labored.

Madison entered the room to find me in the embarrassing position. “Yes, My Lady. You need me?” He asked as if she needed more tea.

“This slave needs a modification to her contract. Get an addendum, sit at my desk and she can dictate her commitment. Then you can be her witness for her signature. We’ll finish this before I leave today. Oh, and Madison, fetch me the wide leather paddle.”

Madison retrieved the two items and took his place, seating himself at the desk across from me.

“Place you palms on the desk. Keep your eyes focused on Madison. You will be speaking to him as he writes. Do not move. Cry out if you must. This will just take a minute, but for you slave, it will be quite an unforgettable moment.”

I did as she instructed. I bent at the waist placing my palms on the heavy desk. My hair fell over my shoulders and danced on the desktop. I placed my ankles together and arched my back. I knew that my bottom was an easy and presented target. I was willing to take what was needed to have my request fulfilled.

Madison and I locked eyes. He placed the leather paddle on the desk between us. It was a frightening instrument of black leather, fourteen inches in length from its handle butt to the end, a half inch thick and four inches wide. Madison held a pen in his right hand and a slave Agreement on the desk between us. We were a mere twelve inches apart.

My Lady took a position by my side. She had removed her skirt and blouse and was naked except for a tiny string panty and her heels.

She picked up the paddle.

“I want you to remember this moment. I want the words to burn into you and become part of you. After each strike I will ask you a question. Madison will make note of your answer on the contract. Are you ready?”

“Yes My Lady.” I clenched my teeth and waited.

TWACK, the paddle jolted me. The stink was blinding. I gasped.

“What is your name?”

I gathered my breath and wheezed an answer. “Scarlet Worthy.”

TWACK, I screamed at the pain.

“What are you?”

My forehead was resting on the desk. I recovered, lifted my head, and look at Madison. He was writing my name. I thought of the four lonely years in my prison of a college dorm and the prospect for the same at University.

“I am a personal slave.”

TWACK, I screamed again. She waited. My legs began to tremble. I stood. I was sobbing but ready to accept her wicked tool to cement my memory of this event. I will never forget the sting on my bottom. I vow I will to do whatever I need to do to avoid this punishment again, but how many more strokes will I have to endure now?

“Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to Lady Julia-Sweeten Roseau.”

Tears were dripping from my eyes and onto the contract. I was shaking and my eyes pleaded with those of Madison –
Mercy please?
I thought about BB and what she had said about her feelings for Lady Bradstreet.

TWACK, I fell forward on the desk. The pain of the blow took my breath away – I could not scream. My face fell on the contract and my makeup smeared the paper document. I thought about London and the power of running the affairs of Brighten Manor.

“How long do you commit to be a slave to her?”

I took my time. I gathered myself. This was the moment I had asked for - the reason I had begged to be here. My ass cheeks were on fire and my temples were throbbing. I was having trouble standing. I starred at Madison. I gritted my teeth.

“I commit to be Lady Julia’s slave for life.” My words were strong, my voice steady.

Madison looked down and continued his note taking. The room was otherwise silent. It’s over, I thought. I’ve done it. I am bound to her for life. I took a deep breath and shook my head. My red hair whipped in the air. I felt like a freed mustang pony. I couldn’t stop myself I screamed out as loud as I could – YES!