D for Danielle Chapter 14: The Voice of the Mistress

Chapter 14: The Voice of the Mistress

Narcissa took Daniel by the hand and led him up the stairs. He was completely naked and shivering. He was helpless to resist her guidance. Her heels clicked with each step on the floor. She walked in a steady pattern reminiscent of a metronome. The effect was hypnotic on him.

At the top of the stairs she turned right and took him down a long corridor. In the distance he could hear the sound of water pouring out into a large tub. Along the walls he saw portraits of powerful women from history. The only man he saw featured was the Marquis de Sade.

A warm light spilled out onto the floor from a door to the left. The sound of the water stopped. Inside Barclay was finishing preparations. There was a large tub filled with hot water and loads of bubbles on the meniscus surface. A large pink shag rug was on the floor to the left.

“Bath yourself,” Narcissa commanded.

Daniel followed her orders. But as he began to step in she suddenly put her gloved hand up for him to stop.

“Do so daintily,” she instructed further. “Like a woman.”

His face became flushed and showed his embarrassment. He had never been told by anyone to do something in a womanly manner before, much less by a commanding figure such as Mistress Narcissa. He didn’t know exactly what to do. Was this a test? 

He decided to make his wrists go limp and gingerly put his hand on the side of the tub, putting his right foot in toes first. He tried to picture images and movies he had seen of women getting into bathtubs and then project their movements and mannerisms.

“Good girl,” Narcissa said.

His skin started to tingle upon hearing that moniker. Daniel was happy to have her approval. She was calling him a girl -- it excited him so.

He sank into the hot water. His freshly shaved skin was sensitive to the feel of it around him. The bubbles seemed to encase him in a cocoon. He had heard once that real men don't take baths...

“Close your eyes,” she instructed.

He did so. For a moment there was no movement in the room. All he could hear was the sound of the bubbles popping in the foam. He allowed himself a moment to enjoy the warmth of the water. And just when he was getting comfortable, he heard the sound of Narcissa’s heels clicking again.

“Keep your eyes shut, my pet,” she said.

What is she doing? What is she going to do?

“You do know where you are?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you really?” She was more stern now. “Do you fully understand where you are and what is about to happen?”

“Uh… Yes.”

“Hmmph.”

There was a pause. All Daniel could hear again was the sound of the bubbles popping. He dared not shift in the water, as he feared something might happen should the sound of tiny waves lapping against his smooth body cause a form of punishment. But what punishment would she inflict for such a transgression? What levels of discipline were part of her code?

He then felt her draw closer to him. He could feel the heat of her breath close to his ear.

“You are forgetting something very important, girl,” she whispered. “Now answer the question properly: Do you know what exactly the choice you made is?”  

He thought for a moment. Daniel knew he couldn’t get the answer wrong. If he did, he might be thrown out wet into the frigid light of day. No, he wanted to stay here in the warmth of this darkened place. He wanted to know what was going to happen next to him. He knew what he had to say…

“Yes, I understand… Mistress.”

There was another pause.

“Good girl,” she whispered. 

He breathed a sigh of relief. He then sensed that she was pulling back. There was a click of her fingers and he heard footsteps drawing near. It was a different sound, as if they were formed by bare feet.

“Keep your eyes closed,” she commanded. “Give me your hand.”

Daniel put his trembling right hand out. She took it and guided him from the basin and onto the floor. She led him from the cold tile to the pink shag rug. The material enveloped his toes and felt soft and assuring. She then placed a towel around him which he gladly accepted.

She drew in nearer once again and whispered, “You may open your eyes now.”

Daniel opened them and took a second to adjust to the dim light. Then he realized with shock who had entered the room: A young muscular man in his mid-20s. He was blindfolded and naked. His hands were by his side and his mouth remained closed. Between his legs was a rather large, circumsized, dangling penis. 

“Do you understand?” Narcissa asked.

Daniel wasn’t able to respond. He was frozen in the moment. He might as well have been naked out there in the fields surrounding the mansion -- made a statue of ice. 

“I think you do, my pet,” she said. “You are going to suck him. And you are going to swallow the seed from his loins.”

And with that, Daniel dropped the towel to the floor and fell to his knees on the pink shag rug...