Now this is the story all about how my life got twist-turned upside down,
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the maid at a mansion in Bel-air!
Okay, maybe it's not in Bel-air, but I had to find something that rhymes! But where are my manners! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rachel Winston. I'm 20 years old and it's my dream to become a writer. I had been living on my own until that one Friday that changed everything.
It was after work. It was raining, it was dark already and it was pretty cold. It was getting close to winter after all. I was just cycling back home when I happened upon a roadblock. Apparently, the workers had started during the day while I was at work. I wouldn't normally mind road workers that much if it wasn't for the fact that getting around the block would require me either to take my bike and struggle through the woods on either side or go around the long way. The long way would take quite a while longer indeed. During the summer I sometimes took that route when it was warm and I wanted to enjoy the evening sun.
I sighed, turned around and went back a little bit before taking a left. Meanwhile the rain had gotten worse and it was starting to pour down, soaking me. I quite like the rain actually. I love the sound it makes on the window, but I really hated it while it's pouring down on me! But I digest. It's not like I could do anything about it.
I came across the usual sights. It was, after all, still a great landscape to cycle through. The windmill, the great oak tree, the train tunnel. It was all a sight to be seen and even during this miserable night, I still enjoyed it. By the time I reached the grand mansion though, a thunderstorm came up. I'm not afraid of thunder, mind you, but I don't really want to cycle through it either. Again, one of those things I rather enjoy when I'm inside. I was trying to decide what to do next. I could carry on like this and risk the chance of something happening or I could try to find some shelter and ask to use a phone for a taxi. Once again, the second option sounded better so I decided to go to the front gates of the mansion's garden.
I had often passed the mansion before. Every time I wondered who could be living there. Was it Bill Gates' summer house? Was it just there to look nice? Well, I was about to find out! I stood outside the gates and I could see that the lights were on so there had to live at least someone! I clicked on the alarm-bell and waited for someone to reply, yelping a little at one particular loud thunderclap.
It didn't take long before I could hear the voice of a young woman coming out of the intercom.
"Hello! You probably need some shelter," she said to me, obviously having seen me through a camera.
I certainly wasn't expecting such a welcoming voice, but I simply went with it.
"Yes please. I just want to dial up a taxi and I will be out of your hair again," I replied.
"Oh that is no problem at all. Come on in!" she said. Right after she did so, the massive gates slowly opened right in front of me. I was still baffled at how easily that went. I had assumed that I'd have to persuade the inhabitants to let me enter but guess I was wrong! I took my bicycle and entered the gardens through the gate. It was still a little ways towards the mansion itself, but I didn't mind that too much. I could see the gardens up close now! Even in the rain, they looked quite beautiful. There was even a greenhouse nearby! Probably for the most exotic plants I assumed.
When I reached the front door at last, I didn't even have to knock because the door was already opened by the same girl that had answered the intercom. She looked to be about my age. What surprised me was that she was wearing casual clothes. She wasn't really wearing clothes that rich people would normally wear. She wasn't wearing a uniform either but just clothes like you and I would wear. I also noticed that she was walking around barefoot for some reason but I guessed that she just liked doing that. I didn't really mind it because when I'm at home, I walk around barefoot as well all the time.
"Hello, come on in!" She said. "Don't mind about getting the floor dirty. It'll get cleaned up eventually. You can leave your bike here if you want. It won't get stolen because we've got great security here."
"T-Thank you," I stuttered. I was still a little shy. After all, this girl lived in a big mansion! I finally got myself to enter the building, leaving the cold rain behind. What I saw shattered my expectations. The floor was made of polished marble, as was the stairs directly in front of me. The walls were all decorated with a grand variety of paintings mixed with an occasional candle. There were doors that lead to all parts of the mansion it seemed and a big, crystal chandelier was hanging from the ceiling. I was standing on a big red carpet which went from the door to the staircase that I was currently dirtying with my muddy shoes. The marble statues in the hall looked incredibly detailed and the windows were decorated by red silk curtains. In short, there was just so much to see that I almost forgot what I was doing here in the first place! After a while though, the girl shook me out of my trance-like state.
"If you wait here, I'll go and get the Master," the girl said behind me.
"The Master? But... I just want to use the phone," I told her, not wanting to disturb the owner. I would probably just be a 'peasant' to him, disturbing his evening and I wouldn't want to think of the trouble I'd be in then! The fact that this girl revered to him as 'the Master' didn't help either. I figured that this girl must be an employee or something to this Master but I'd never heard of any servant calling their boss 'the Master'. He must be a real stuck-up boss I thought!
"Oh, don't worry! I'm sure the Master would love to meet you," she said reassuringly. "Just wait here!" With that, she was off, going up the stairs and disappearing through one of the many doors. What was I to do now! I could still make a run for it. Just leave through the front door again, get my bike and just deal with the thunder, but then I'd have to go through the gates which were closed. I could also maybe just try to find a phone myself, but then I could get lost and I might run into more of the mansion's inhabitants and I'd have to explain myself. Speaking of which, while the entrance hall was deserted except for me, I could hear distant voices coming from other rooms. To my right I heard a woman softly singing to herself. To my left I could hear two girls having a casual conversation and upstairs were many more voices. It occurred to me though that the voices were all female. There was not a single male voice to be heard anywhere. Was this Master really only hiring female employees? What a pervert I thought! Then again, from what I could tell, the girls all seemed to be having fun...
Eventually though, I could finally hear a male voice and it sounded like it was coming my way! It must be the Master I thought. I did not know what to expect of him. I had assumed that this guy must either be a stuck up rich snob or a pervert, but when he finally entered the hall and appeared atop of the staircase, I did not expect him to be a grown man. I certainly did not expect him to have such gentle eyes either. He looked at me and I was a little stiffened at first. He started descending the staircase, giving me a gentle smile but not saying a single word. He was wearing a long, black cloak that covered most of his body, but it wasn't long enough to make him accidentally trip over it. Finally, when he reached the bottom, I could almost feel his presence. I stayed quiet, afraid that whatever I'd say would sound stupid as he came towards me.
At last, he spoke up. "Greetings, young lady, and welcome to my mansion. You are here to seek shelter from the storm, am I right?" His voice even sounded so gentle. It was hard to believe that this guy was a snob or a pervert. Nevertheless, I stayed on my toes.
"I-I... Yes... I am... I w-want to use the... the phone," I managed to say, still taken aback by his mere presence. I almost felt like I could trust him.
"Do not be afraid to speak up. I won't bite," he said, chuckling a little. "I think you need to warm up and dry yourself a little first."
I looked at myself. I was a mess indeed! My jacket, pants and shoes were very wet and I was even dripping a little bit of water from my wet hair on the clean carpet. I had to agree, warming up wasn't such a bad idea. "I... okay..." I said, sounding a lot more comfortable. It was almost as if his gentle words took away all of my anxiety.
"Just relax a little before you use the phone. After all, the taxi-company wouldn't want you to stutter all the time, would they," the Master said.
I giggled. I giggled? I was actually giggling in front of this guy? I felt at ease so much already? He had only spoken like 3 sentences so far!
"It's okay. Just let go of your worries you might have had. Letting go and relax," he said. Looking back, I guess I should have seen by then that something was up, but I really felt at ease so much that I didn't care. I was really relaxing in front of this guy.
"Relax. Look at my eyes and relax. There's nothing to worry about. There's nothing to be afraid of. Relax," he kept saying and I did as I was told. I looked at his eyes and relaxed. He felt so comforting to me. He almost felt like a really comfortable bed that I could fall asleep in then and there. Even my eyes felt like they could just close at any moment.
"Relax. Feeling your eyes getting heavier and heavier," he said as he slowly reached forwards with his arm towards my head. Yet strangely, that didn't bother me at all. Normally, when a man I only just met reached for my head, I'd be running away, screaming but the Master... he was so comforting. I was so relaxed that I didn't even care for what he did to me. I simply knew that he was there to make me feel better.
"Relax, and you mind find that you can just," he said again before snapping his fingers, "fall asleep!" Instantly, my heavy eyes closed and I felt all of my strength keeping me on my legs left me. I fell asleep then and there! Still, I didn't care. It was right for me to fall asleep. After all, the Master told me to fall asleep so I did. He caught me with his hands and gently brought me down to the floor. In a moment, I was lying on the soft red carpet, eyes closed and fast asleep. But no, I wasn't asleep. I could still hear what he was saying, but I didn't hear anything else. The muffled voices from other rooms, the rain and thunder outside, they were all gone. All I could hear was his voice.
"Tell me, what is your name?" he asked me.
To my amazement, I actually managed to answer while still in trance. "Rachel Winston," I told him.
"What a lovely name. Rachel, you are currently in a deep state of trance. You can only listen to me. Do you understand?" he asked. I simply nodded.
"Excellent. Now, I want you to focus on my voice. Trust my voice. Do everything my voice tells you to do," he said, all the while still talking in that gentle, comforting voice. I nodded again.
"From now on, I will be your Master. You will refer to me only as 'Master'. You will be one of my slaves. My pets. Do you understand that?" At this point, if I was still the same as I was before entering the mansion, I REALLY should have made a run for it. Since I wasn't though, I still simply nodded. In fact, I was already accepting the fact that I was to become a slave and that this man was to become my master. I realized now that that girl was not an employee, but probably another one of his slaves. I felt at ease. I was going to be his slave and I was okay with that.
"Now, you will have to obey some rules. Rule number one: Always refer to me as 'Master' like I have already told you." I nodded to this once more. I almost felt a little excited about what was going on. I simply knew that this was right. Before all of this, I had always thought of hypnosis to be just something silly. All just something fake that you do on stage and have people believe that the subject is really hypnotized into acting like a chicken. Right now though, I could throw all of that out of the window. Hypnosis was real and it was happening to me! And I was actually enjoying every minute of it!
"Rule number two: You must always be barefoot as a sign of submission to me. Take them off now, my slave," he told me next. Right away, my shoes and socks felt really tight around my feet. They didn't feel as comfortable as they were anymore. I felt an incredible urge to take them off as soon as possible and I did. I sat up and took off both of my muddy shoes and placed them next to me. After that, off came my socks. I placed my socks into my shoes and shoved them to the side. After that, I lay down again. My feet felt a lot more comfortable again. It felt right to be barefoot for my Master.
"Rule number three: no bullying. I do not want my slaves to fight among each-other," he went on. I nodded once again. I'd never been a bully and I wasn't planning on becoming one so I didn't feel like he had to tell me this. Still, I listened on intently.
"Finally, what is your favourite colour, my pet?" he asked to which I replied "purple."
"Excellent. You shall receive a purple collar then. You will wear it proudly and you will never want to take it off. When you do take it off, you will feel a sense of emptiness. As if something is missing. You will only take this off to clean it though, because I wouldn't want it to become dirty," he said. Of course. A slave needs to have a choker. Something to show her submission and obedience.
"Now, I want you to sit up and place a kiss on my foot. Show me your obedience, pet," he said gently. Yes, I was a pet now. I was his slave now. It felt right to obey him. I sat up and slowly bowed forwards and placed a tiny kiss on his right foot. It felt right to kiss his foot. As if an empty void was just filled.
"Stand up," he told me and I did. "Whenever I say 'deep sleep', you will instantly fall back into this trance. You will once again obey all of my command." I nodded. "Now, slave, I already have quite a few slaves around this place. Each of them has a specific job around here. You, my dear, will also receive a job, and I think I already know what kind of job you will receive, considering the mess you've made upon entering." He chuckled. Not as if he was laughing at me, but in a gentle way. He really wanted to make me feel good. He really wanted to make me feel fulfilment.
"My slave, you shall become a maid. You, along with the other two maids, shall clean the house to make everything look tiptop in order," he told me and I knew that he was right. I was to become a maid. I simply knew that this was right for me.
"Now, wake up," he said and my eyes swung open. I suddenly knew where I was again. I could hear the rain pouring on the windows again. I could hear the chatter and laughter from the other rooms again. I looked up at the Master, no, my Master, and I simply blinked.
"How are you feeling, slave?" he asked gently.
"I... I feel amazing, Master," I told him. At first, I couldn't believe I had just called him Master. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction and that scared me a little at first, but I could also feel... excitement?
"Excellent. Now, clean up this mess please. I wouldn't want to have new guests arrive on a dirty floor," he chuckled again.
If I was at a friend's place and that friend told me to clean up their floor, I would have felt annoyed. Pissed even. But now, I was a maid. I was Master's maid. It was my job to clean the floor now and it felt so right to do my job correctly.
Master pointed at a door and said "you can find your supplies there. Once you have cleaned up the floor, we can go upstairs. I shall introduce you to your fellow slaves and I shall show you to your new room. Do not worry about your stuff at your old house. I shall have movers pick them up and bring them here."
"Yes Master," I said as I got the necessary supplies. He was right. I was going to live here in the mansion with him and the other slaves. It felt so right to live here and be his slave. His pet. His maid.
After that, my life had simply become magnificent. I have made quite a few friends among the other slaves. I have obeyed my master happily and do my chores every day without question. Why would I question my Master's wishes? I am only his slave and he knows what's right for me.
Now, I could go on about what happened afterwards, but there's just too many stories to tell. The triggers he placed on all of his slaves, including me and the so-called 'trigger-wars' that followed. The moment he placed my collar around my neck. The times that I was called privately or with one other slave into his room even. I could go on for ages but I think I have told you all enough for now. I got to go now anyway. Master wants me to come and clean up his room. Maid Rachel signing off!