A day off M/f

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:28 pm

She had a day off, which was a rare occasion. Normally, her days would be filled, not only by housework, but there were studies and/or work to be taken care of too. Today, she had none of those things. So she decided she after breakfast would to go into town for a lazy day of window-shopping. However, she’d come to regret that decision.

She got dressed in a pair of pink and grey-striped sweatpants; –shirt and a pair of comfortable, old sneakers of nondescript colour, and got in her cabriolet and drove off. She loved using that car, even though she had an estate car in her garage, solely because she liked the wind in her waist-long, blond hair. When she got into town, she was lucky enough to find a parking space, not far from the only shopping mall. When she had gotten out of the car, she was approached by a man, asking her name.
“Not that it’s any business of yours, but it’s Christina,” she said, rather annoyed. The last thing she wanted was to be interrupted; now she finally, for the first time in weeks, had a chance to be all alone. “Just the one I was looking for,” the man said. “Please, come this way, if you don’t mind.” Still annoyed, she did as he asked. At the same time, she was in fact getting more and more curious. She didn’t feel she had much of a choice, anyway. Her guide must have tipped the scale at well over one hundred kilos, maybe as much as one-ten, but he was athletically built. She doubted very much she could outrun him.

He guided her further up the road, to a small car where he stopped, opened the rear door and motioned for her to get in. As she did so, she noticed a man already sitting there. “Hello, Christina,” he said, without telling her his name. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. Let’s go for a drive, shall we?” By now the driver, who also was her one hundred-plus kilo guide, had managed to squeeze in behind the steering wheel. He started the car, and before she had a chance of saying either “yes” or “no”, they were off.

Just outside town, the man beside her turned to her and said: “Now, I know this might sound strange to you, but I have to blindfold you, and tie your hands together.”
‘A bit strange?’ she thought. It sounded decidedly weird, if you asked her. But she went along with it, fearing what would happen, if she said no. ‘These men are obviously lunatics. But if I just say yes, to whatever they might say, I’ll stay safe, I hope. I’ll think of a way to get out of this, eventually.’ Going along with that line of thought, she let him blindfold her, crossing her hands tying them together in front of her.

They drove for a while and then stopped. She was helped out of the car and ushered into a house, whether big or small, she couldn’t tell. The blindfold was taken off, and she found she was standing in front of a desk, in a room filled with book cases. She looked around, and the chauffeur was standing in front of the door. The man from the car came in and sat down behind the desk.
“Now, I know you’re wondering what you are doing here. I’ll come to that, momentarily.” he said, before she had the chance to say anything. “But, from this moment on, there are some rules you will have to live by, these next few days.
First: You will only speak, when spoken to directly.
Second: You will address everyone, with the exception of other members of staff, with either ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma’m’.
Third: You are forbidden to have direct eye contact with anyone, other than the staff. In the presence of any of my guests, your eyes shall be directed towards the floor, at all times.
Fourth: If anyone other than the staff comes close to you, you will stop what you are doing, and curtsy.
Fifth: You will never raise your voice in this house, but always whisper. Shouting is strictly forbidden!
Sixth: You will not get out of here, before your duties are done. Not under any circumstances, up to but not including, fatal, or near fatal, illness or death by accident. But we all hope it won’t go that far. Don’t we?
Seventh: Henceforth, you most probably will be called upon to fulfil all the duties of tonight, at other times. I will not take ‘no’ for an answer.
If you break any of these rules, the punishment will be severe.
Do you understand everything I’ve said, so far?” he said, with the sweetest smile, which hadn’t left his face since he started talking.
Remembering to look down at the floor, she whispered: “Yes, sir, I do.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m actually astonished at how fast you’ve taken the rules to heart. Good for you. Now, for your tasks here: some of my friends will arrive soon; you will be setting and clearing tables, serving food and drinks, for as long as they are here. At all other times, you will be confined to your room.”
“He,” a wave at the man standing patiently at the door,” will show you to your room. In it, you will find nothing but a bed. On it will be some clothes. Strip, including underwear, and put the other ones on. Come back out, and he’ll prepare you and escort you to your workstation.”
Christina turned around and started walking towards the man in the door. “I nearly forgot one thing!” the man behind the desk said. “You will have to wear a collar and leash from now on. It will be put on you, when you have changed clothes. Now, go.”

She was escorted to a small room, with a narrow bed in the corner. As told, there was an outfit for her to wear already waiting. It was a black leotard, with what looked like a bunny tail in the back. There were no shoes or socks of any kind, so she’d have to walk bare-footed from now on. She stripped and put the leotard on. It was a bit tight, showing off her curves (or lack thereof) a bit too clearly for her taste. She went out, and the man outside put a metal collar, with a leash already attached to it around her neck. He also put leather cuffs on her wrists, clipping them together behind her back. Then they went to the dining room, where he attached the collar to a ring fastened in the wall behind a chair and told her to put some glasses, knives, forks and some plates on the table in front of her. Just as she was doing that, the other three “hostesses” came in and did the same. Just as they had finished, the doors opened and the party guests appeared. She had been assigned a lady, whom she served with everything, from whine to new plates, glasses and cutlery.

The meal lasted for the best part of two hours, by which time Christina (and probably the others, too) was really starting to get hungry. The middle-aged woman, to whom she apparently had been assigned, suddenly got up took her leash off the wall and led her into another room. There, she played the two parts of waitress and a pet for another good two hours, until it was time for her “handler” to go to bed, at around midnight. She was led to her room, told to get in and have something to eat. She stepped in and on a table, which she hadn’t seen on her previous visit to this room, stood a covered tray. On the tray were a spoon and a plate, with what looked like everything the guests had eaten. It was all mashed into some sort of disgusting-looking sludge, and beside it was a tiny glass of water. But by now, Christina was so hungry she didn’t really care what the food looked like. She sat down on the bed, grabbed the spoon firmly in her hand, and within five minutes, it was all gone. She had barely finished eating, when a man came in and handed her another leotard (also black), this time without a “bunny tail” and told her to get ready for bed.

He led her by the leash to and from the bathroom. Back in her room, she was ordered to lie down on the bed. She did, and he attached the leash to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. He clipped her cuffs together in front of her and told her to get some sleep. He turned off the light and went out, without locking the door. After all, she wasn’t going anywhere, was she?

Early the next morning he came back, and took her to and from the bathroom again. Back in her room, she was ordered to put on the same leotard with “bunny tail” as yesterday. Then he took her down to breakfast. She was ordered to kneel by the same woman as the night before, and was fed small pieces of bread and other things all through breakfast. She was allowed one small glass of water. After breakfast, she was led around the woman’s room, packing her bag for her.

When the guests had gone, the host of the party gathered them all in his study. There he took off their leashes and cuffs, and told them they had done a good job. Now it was their turn to leave. He’d escort them to where ever they came from. Just before she left the room, he took her by the arm and said: “Just so you know: as of today, you don’t have a job. That way, you won’t have any excuse, if or when I decide call again. Don’t worry, I’ll see to it you have all the money you’ll ever want or need from now on. I’ve also arranged for your car to be towed to your home. We’ll drop you off there. Is that all right with you?”
She didn’t dare look him in the eye, but nodded. She was relieved it was over, but horrified it would start all over again, some day. The job, she couldn’t care less about, even if she tried.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: A day off M/f

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:58 am

I don't know. I haven't desided yet.
Whazzzz up!.