“Breakfast time, he murmured and he donned a dressing gown and showed me, still naked apart from my pink slippers, collar and cuffs, into a smaller room to one side of the bedroom. Just the word breakfast had made me aware of my hunger. I hadn’t eaten anything since my lunchtime sandwiches of the previous day and I was never one to worry overmuch about dieting. A table covered with a neat white tablecloth with polished silverware arranged for two places stood in the centre of the room. I guessed the places were for Dan and Phyl and wondered what I would be having. They must feed slaves, I thought, But will they just give me a bowl on the floor?”

Dan pulled a cord near the door and shortly afterwards a middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform entered carrying a tray with a carafe of coffee. She was as startled as I was. Good morning Marie, Dan greeted her, This is Hayley. We’ve bought her as a slave until the New Year or rather she is a Christmas present slave for Robert so please don’t mention it to him. It’s a surprise.”

“No sir, I won’t. I’m sure it will be a big surprise! Good morning sir, good morning Miss Hayley. The woman soon recovered her composure. I’m glad that I’m only a maid and not a slave, even a temporary one, she smiled and I knew she’d seen the welts on my bottom.

“Slaves cost more than I pay you, Dan laughed his reply and I guessed the woman had been in their employ for long enough to become almost one of the household. Can you rustle up enough breakfast for two please Marie? And another cup please?

“Only for two sir? Marie looked at me and grinned. Should I also bring some pain killers for Miss Hayley sir? He nodded and she left.

Sitting, even on a cushioned seat was an ordeal but the breakfast was great. It was the full English style breakfast that I only had when I’d stayed at hotels so it was a nice start to the day. But how long would it last? Dan asked me a few questions about what I would normally be doing on a Saturday and about my job, which I answered but I was immediately stopped when I tried to ask what was going to happen to me there.

Phyl awoke about 9:30 and, after she’d been to the toilet, I had to service her like I had the previous night. This time she sat in the bedside chair and sipped her coffee while I buried my face in her groin. I think she came twice before she allowed me get up. Run me a bath, she ordered abruptly. For a moment I stood confused but the swish of the riding crop and the pain as it caught first my left breast and then the right on the backstroke, quickly brought home to me that I had to obey and obey quickly. I screamed and I wanted to swear at her and punch her in the face but I knew the consequences could be far more painful. Instead I cried and, clutching my sore breasts, ran into the bathroom. My pleasant dallying with the master was over.

For the next hour, I had to bathe and pamper her while she treated me with distain and my efforts never seemed good enough but at least I didn’t get any more stripes with the crop.

Dan came into the bedroom wearing his outdoor clothing when I was trying to dress madam and although he noticed the stripes, he didn’t comment on it. Dan, will you ask Marie to get rid of this bird’s nest. It offends and disgusts me and I’m sure Robert will not want the target of his manhood hidden away like it is now. Phyl indicated my pubic hair. She only sported a narrow vertical line of hair above her slit and her labial lips were completely bald. The statement shocked me and I began a few words of protest and cupped my hands on my mound as if to protect it, but she responded with two more lightning fast, strokes across both breasts. I screamed and doubled up in agony and remained that way until I felt Dan’s arms around me.

“That’s enough Phyl. I bought her as Bobby’s slave and you’ve damaged her enough already. Dan’s tone was quiet and yet full of authority and I began to revise my opinion as to who wore the trousers. Yes, I agree with you that her pubic hair is unsightly and I will remove it myself. It is not the maid’s job. I’ll do it when I get back from the golf club. I’ll only be an hour or so, the fog is too thick for any play today and it is getting late anyway.”

“You just want to play with her cunt again, Phyl retorted but didn’t say anything to countermand it.

Dan ignored that remark and reiterated that she was to leave me alone and then he turned to me. And just remember Hayley you volunteered to be a slave and therefore you must act like one. You will do as you are told without question; that’s what slaves do, otherwise I will chastise you myself until you won’t be able to sit until well into the New Year. Now go into the breakfast room and I’ll ask Marie to take you to a spare room and set you some chores to do. You are after all, supposed to be a house slave. That’s what they described you as at the auction. You will obey Marie just as you would one of us but I doubt if she will even think of punishing you. He indicated that I should leave and I knew there was no point in arguing that I didn’t volunteer; the forged papers disproved that, at least according to them.

Marie took me to a small room, well small compared to the other rooms in the house but it was larger than my bedroom. It only contained a table, a couple of wooden chairs and a washbasin set in a small cabinet. Have you ever cleaned horse brasses? she asked with a friendly smile. I shook my head. Now’s your chance to learn. It’s not difficult and shouldn’t tax your muscles too much but it’s a filthy job and one that I hate doing. She paused and gave a little smile, But at least you won’t get your clothes dirty. I’ll bring a cushion and an apron anyway and you can say I told you to wear it if Daniel asks. It will keep you out of the mistress’s way and I’m going to lock you in as much to keep her out as to keep you in. Tears ran down my cheeks again and she came and gave me a motherly hug, I’ll bring some cream for your tits and do your arse again when I come back. Those stripes look very painful so I’m just glad I’m not a slave. You better not have any more pain killers for another hour or so though. She looked carefully and my swollen breasts and commented, The mistress isn’t usually bad tempered like that so you’ve upset her over something, perhaps it is just your being here or maybe she was hoping for a society girl for Bobby. I hope he takes to you. He’s shunned all the good-looking girls so far. You’re very different so maybe he’ll take a shine to you. He’s a nice lad. Very quiet around strangers and especially girls who talk with an affected voice like they own the world.”

Fifteen minutes later she returned with a wicker basket of the horse brasses that normally decorated the main dining room and, more importantly from my point of view, a cushion. Unconcernedly she applied the cream to my breasts and gave me a couple more paracetamol tablets with the instruction not to let on that she’d given them to me. I guess it won’t do you any harm just this once and it is several hours since you took the others so I changed my mind about bringing them. An hour later Marie bought sandwiches and a pot of tea for me and checked on my progress with brasses. Even with the plastic apron she’d supplied I was pretty filthy but she just grinned in a friendly way, When you get a chance to look in a mirror, you’ll know why I hate the job! Try and get them finished before he comes back if you can then I can get hang them back again so they’ll look nice for Christmas. You should have time. Once he gets in the club bar with his friends, he’ll lose all track of the time.”

So it proved. I did finish the cleaning and had chance to sit and mull over the events of he past twenty-four hours. Already my being in the office seemed like a lifetime ago. What will Robert, Bob or Bobby be like? There must be something odd about him if he shunned the society girls who I had no doubt were far more beautiful and glamorous than me. Will he be mentally sub-normal? Deformed? What will they expect me to do with him? Seems like I will be raped by him if he likes me and if he doesn’t then no doubt Dan will and I will have to put up with him and the mistress bitch.”

“You look like something out of Dickens, Dan commented with a smile on his face, Except of course you’re not thin and malnourished!”

“Leave the poor girl alone sir, she’s worked hard while you’ve been boozing at the club, Marie came to my defence.

“It’s okay Marie, I meant no harm but you have to admit she looks a comical sight with all those black smudges over her face and body. What do you think I should do? Take her into the courtyard and wash her down with the high pressure hose? It took a few moments for me to realise he was joking.

“A hot shower might be preferable, Marie interjected, Taking her outside like that might scare the horses. Thanks for doing the brasses Hayley, that’s the cleanest they’ve been for a long while. At last I seemed to have done something right and for the first time since I arrived I had been praised.

Dan decided he would shower too and washed me and in turn, I washed him. This of course led to him kissing and sucking my sore breasts and my having to suck his prick again but by then I was almost blas over it. I knew that after all the washing it was clean. I was more concerned when he said he was going to shave me. His breath smelled of alcohol and I regretted that I’d objected to Marie doing it but it was too late. Sit on the counter and spread yourself nice and wide Hayley so that I can trim the bulk of the hair away before I start to shave you. Apprehensively I did so especially when I saw he took a small pair of pointed scissors from a drawer but I need not have worried. The hard counter surface taxed my ability to hold still but he quickly trimmed all my hair down to stubble length and then used his electric razor to complete the job. It pulled a few of the longer hairs but I actually started to get aroused from the vibrations of the razor.

Marie brought afternoon tea and cream cakes into the breakfast room and I wondered if mistress bitch would be joining us but Dan remarked that she was out for the afternoon visiting friends, Probably she’s telling them all about you, he remarked to my chagrin.

The next three hours or so I spent cleaning and dusting a spare bedroom. It was just something to keep me busy and out of the way. Phyl came back a little before dinner and I had to stand up straight with my legs spread while she inspected me. Dan looked on but made no move to interfere and I did my best to allow her to do as she wished. Grudgingly, after poking around my vagina and painfully squeezing my tender breasts until I howled, she seemed satisfied and I was sent into the breakfast room while they went to the dining room.

“Hi Haley, mum sent me up with your dinner. Wow! I’ve never seen a naked slave before. Kewl! A young girl, I guessed about eighteen years old entered the room carrying a tray with a steaming plate of hot food. I could get used to the service if not the lifestyle. I’m Karen, by the way. You must be brave to have asked to be a slave and to allow yourself to be punished like that. I don’t think that I would.”

I took an instant liking to the girl with the bubbly personality. It’s not what you think Karen. I’m being forced to do this. I would much rather be at home even though I wouldn’t have a meal like this brought to me. I’d probably just microwave an instant meal. It’s often just too much bother to cook for one but at least I wouldn’t be so sore that it is difficult to move. Please thank your mother.”

“I will. Would you mind if I stayed and talked while you ate? It’ll save me coming back up to collect your plate. I didn’t really mind but I did wonder how much I dared tell the girl. If I said too much and it got back to Dan before I could escape, I would get a real thrashing, of that I was certain. Not that the one last night wasn’t real. She was nice so I agreed with the proviso that I wouldn’t be allowed to answer all her questions.

“Okay, she said, Looks like you’ve already been punished enough so you won’t want any more. Sorry I know I shouldn’t stare at your tits but those marks look painful. Mum said Phyl had thrashed your arse too. I bet you hate her. Mum also said that they bought you at an auction and you’re going to be given to Bobby for Christmas. I’ve only had sex a few times but I guess you must have had plenty of boys if you allowed yourself to be sold as a slave.”

“No I’ve never I didn’t want They took me Karen looked shocked.

“Sorry. Me and my big mouth. I just assumed Have you met Bobby yet?”

“No, they’re keeping me away from him. A surprise so you mustn’t tell.”

“He’s a bit odd. Good looking and all that but very shy. Even I can’t get him to talk all that much and I’ve known him since I was a baby. Spends nearly all his time on the computer. Designing web sites for people I think he also spends a lot of time on the porn sites too. I walked in one day and there was this girl on the screen with a man’s cock in her mouth. Yukk!”

I didn’t mention that I’d already been made to do that. I work with computers. Graphic design. I design catalogues and brochures and stuff like that. I tried to steer the conversation away from my slavery but she returned to it.

“Perhaps you’ll have something to talk about then. He’s pretty intelligent too. Did well at college and could have gone to university but decided against it. Said he’d had enough of exams and stuff like that. His parents are rich enough to keep him anyway. Are they going to parcel you up and put you under the Christmas tree tonight dressed like you are? She giggled in her infectious way and I had to smile too.

“I’ve no idea. I’m only a slave according to them so I won’t be told. I doubt there is a box in the house big enough.”

Karen leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, Mummy said that when she last saw him naked, and that was a few years back, he was well equipped in the man department. I’ve not seen it though. I think she walked in on him when he’d just got out of the shower.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend Karen?”

“Yes. Derek goes to college with me but he’s gone to Newcastle to spend Christmas with his parents. We get on well enough but I don’t think we’re in love or anything. He’s good fun to go out with and I’ve sneaked him in here a few times. There are plenty of spare rooms that no one goes in and we can do it together. Don’t tell mum though.”

“What about your father? Does he work here too?”

“Apparently he took one look at me when mum brought me home and he packed his bags and left. Mum teases me over that.”

By then I’d finished my dinner and Karen took the plate. I’ll bring your afters up as soon as it’s ready. Sorry, it’s dessert in this house. She did but we didn’t talk any more because her mother had told her off for spending time with me. I did find out that she wasn’t paid to work there, she lived with her mother in the part of the house that used to be the servants quarters when the then owners kept a dozen staff. Marie was paid a low wage but her board and keep were free and so was Karen’s.

I spent the rest of the evening sitting in the breakfast room until Dan and Phyl came up to bed. Fortunately they were much earlier than the previous night so I guessed they, like me, were very tired from the lack of sleep. Mistress bitch again wanted servicing but not until after Dan had fucked her. I had to watch closely as the two rutted away like newly weds but I surmised that was because of my embarrassment at being made to witness the act. It took all my courage to put my mouth to her vagina after Dan had finished. Odd I suppose. I’d already sucked him completely several times but then I hadn’t been able to see what I was actually swallowing. Now there was this creamy, pasty substance that I had to lick but my fear of the crop overcame my revulsion. I doubted if Dan would protect me if I refused.

Before I went to bed that night, Dan re-fitted the leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles that has been removed when I had a shower, to be ready in the morning. So he said. Dan allowed me to sleep the right way round in the bed that night and I lay spooned with him at my back, his hands groping my still sore breasts and his prick in my bottom crease. Even though he was fairly gentle his hands still hurt when he touched the welts but it didn’t last long and soon he drifted off to sleep and I must have done so soon after.