Bedtime Confessions (The Chambermaid's Tales - Short Stories) Read Online Free PDF Page B

myself, just like that.
    I rearrange my thoughts and focus. I recall what I have in my bag, closing my eyes as I ride the rickety old Tube, with my face almost pressed into a stranger's armpit and my bum slamming against something hard. I don't even want to think about that. I dread to think. It might set me off.
    I itemise the list in my bag. Three floggers. A vibrating cock ring. A selection of ropes. Lube. Aphrodisiac gel. An ample dildo. A pair of cuffs. A collar and leash. A gimp mask. Yes, it is a pretty big bag… A pocket pussy, a couple of butt plugs… Hell, I have my hands if nothing else.
    I stride into the city from the Underground and walk past Tower Bridge. I gaze at it with wonder and wish I had more time to explore. But then I think, no. I might end up facing a date with destiny in that case. I might… you know, never leave again if he finds me. Somehow as I walk the large paving slabs, I manage to move one foot in front of the other, counting the blocks as I go. I have to make it there and not turn around and head straight back the way I came.
    As I reach the modern, glass-and-metal reception hall of the Shard, I absorb the signs and the human traffic and the polystyrene coffee cups piled in bins everywhere. Most workers and visitors seem to be heading home. Well, it is creeping toward evening. As I gaze around, I see her. I instructed her to be in much the same attire as I, and, with a red rose adorning her coat. She sees me too, wearing mine, and together we sign in as Mr T—t's guests. The security guard nudges his colleague and winks at us, and I scowl with the force of ten thousand scowls combined, warning him with my ferocious eyes to keep himself to himself. Maintain decorum and respect. The man we are visiting must have a reputation, however. But diplomacy is my middle name.
    The girl and I head for the lifts. We ride it for how ever many floors, in silence. We need this to be as authentic as possible. She doesn't know me. I do not know her. I am her instructor and she is my slave. End of.
    We exit into a vast corridor and I count the rooms as we go, reeling them off in my head. Three, two… one. Here we go. We're here. It is very quiet in the halls and I turn to the girl and whisper, “As soon as we are inside, you are a slave. I am your Mistress. That is the deal. When we leave, I am nobody. You are the Mistress. Entrust yourself to me and I will ensure you are equipped by the time we leave, got it?”
    She nods.
    I knock on the door, and, he opens within seconds.
    “ Come in,” he says.
    I know not to really gain eye contact with him. He' s a slave too. I am in charge. I know, as I let my black leather trench coat fall from my shoulders, that I have a job to do. The onus is on me. I have to take charge and the nerves I feel, knowing my former Master might be in the area, help me channel those wrought energies into this.
    “ Kneel slave,” I tell the man, “and wait.”
    “ Yes, Mistress,” he tells me, already in on the act.
    I am to dea l with the little minx that stands before us. She is the one who needs educating, after all. She is the subject of this matter. I turn to her and notice she has the greenest of green eyes, even greener than my Master's emerald pools. His turned sludgy with fatigue or sparkled in the sunshine. I remember the first time I saw them in daylight. I fell in love with him that day.
    She has ruby-red hair. Perhaps it is even her natural shade I'd say. Her eyebrows match and hopefully, for the man's sake, the carpets will match too. She's certainly a sexual creature but I will teach her. I shall.
    “ I am known today as Mistress, and you are both Slave Girl and Slave Boy.”
    “ Yes Mistress,” they both say. The pair will be bonded after I leave today and he may seek her for his personal use, or professional. Either way, they're doomed. We all are. Doomed to fall in love when we least expect it and then muck it up inevitably.
    “ Slave Girl, remove your