Chapter Twenty-Seven: Off-site Assignments
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:Author: Gospodin

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   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 27
   :shs-keywords: Ff, Mf, bond, latex, mc, maid

Marie's cab pulled up outside a large well-appointed mansion in the
Oakland hills, and the driver reached up to the taximeter to confirm the
reading.

"That'll be $25.70, please."  

*I know that voice.  He has driven me before.  I can see patterns in the
events that surround me if only I pay attention.  I will need to play
innocent, though.  This is an excellent point to practice.*

Marie fumbled with the tiny pockets on the breasts of her glossy white
shirt, massaging her nipples in a show of trying to find some cab fare.

"Oh dear, I think I need some help here!" she squeaked, willing herself
to blush red.

The cab driver gave a funny sort of smile, but stepped out of the driver's seat
and got into the rear compartment with her.  

"Now what seems to be the problem?" 

"Well I seem to have left my wallet at home, you see, and I don't think
I have any money with me!  Please, is there some…" Marie began massaging
the cabby's chest now, slipping a finger through the gaps between
buttons, "…other way I can repay you?"

The cab driver said nothing, an incomprehensible scowl on his face.  He
abruptly grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from his chest roughly.

*Either he is offended that I came on to him, or he wants to play rough.
Either way I must submit to him in order to leave this cab.*

"Oh dear.  I suppose I have been a bad girl now, haven't I?" Marie
lowered her head demurely and looked up at him as if hurt that he wasn't
playing along.  She didn't have to hold this expression for long,
though, because in a flash he had pulled her over his knee and tugged
her skirt up to expose her rump.

"One!" he bellowed as his palm crashed into her upper thigh.  Two
landed on the right cheek, and three came square in the middle sending
a shock that made her clitoral ring bounce.  She analyzed the location
of each stroke, felt the spread, and noted that he was quite experienced
at giving spankings.  

At "Twenty-five!" he threw Marie back so that she knelt on the floor of
the car.  Her ass burned, and he seemed to be somewhat short of breath,
but Marie saw an opportunity to part on better terms.

"Oh thank you, sir." she moaned in a husky whisper, "Now let's see what
I can do for the remainder."

She leaned forward and undid the man's trousers before he could object,
teasing the tip of his penis with her tongue and then drawing it into
her mouth as quickly as possible.  He gave a wordless shout in surprise,
but Marie massaged his balls gently and used every ounce of analytical
power to gauge the reaction of his flesh and bring him to orgasm
quickly.

She had learned her lessons well now, and swallowed the fluid neatly.
Without saying a word she opened the cab door and stepped out, tugging
her skirt down as she walked toward the large front door.

"Hey lady!" the cabby shouted over his car.  Marie stopped and turned
around to look at his slightly confused expression.

He seemed to be lost for words, but eventually tried to explain himself.

"Don't get the wrong idea, miss." he was quieter now, "That's not really
who I am."

*Does he want a psychotherapy session?  He is confused, not ashamed.  He
enjoyed himself, but isn't sure why yet.*

Marie batted her eyelashes and gave a coy smile, as if stifling a
giggle.  The gesture was demure and submissive while still managing to
be thoroughly condescending.

"No, I mean..." he shook his head in astonishment, "I'm *gay*!"

Marie changed her smirk to a warm sunbeam of a smile and blew him a
kiss, laughing as though they had just shared a wonderful inside joke.
He chuckled, still shaking his head as he climbed back in his cab and
drove off.

A woman with heavily brylcreem'd hair answered the door in a forest
green latex butler's uniform.  Golden scrollwork decorated the dark
glossy suit, and stiff tabbed collar points poked out over a heavy
chrome slave's collar.

"Ah, you must be Slave Marie.  Give this to the cab driver and then come
around to the servants' entrance." The butler stuffed a $20 and a $10
bill into Marie's hands and shut the door.

Marie watched the cab drive away, shrugged, and tucked the bills into
the pockets at her nipples.  The side door was answered by a bean pole
of a  vamp in a black latex hobble skirt with a white rubber apron.  The
woman bent at the waist until her black bob dangled forward from her
temples and peered at Marie over her half-moon spectacles.  Satisfied,
she gave a gruff hiss and hooked a black rubber finger through the ring
in Marie's collar, dragging her inside.

Marie appeared stunned as she was dragged to one wall and attached to it
by a chain clipped to her collar.  She kept up appearances as a confused
and embarrassed novice, but her mind kept processing everything without
distraction: *I'm one of three girls here, and there is one chain empty.
This is some kind of solarium or rear porch area for domestic servants
to do their cleaning in, but the rack of clothes contains nothing but
maid uniforms of all varieties and fabrics.  We're likely to all be
fitted with them and required to clean the house.*

She grabbed the chain in mock surprise, as if by some protective
instinct, but made no effort to detach herself from the wall.

*Blonde, brunette, and I'm in a black wig.  Someone likes to keep things
in sets, even with uniforms.  The uniforms look much better made than
the one I have at home.*

The head maid dressed the other two girls while Marie watched.
Everything was done in complete silence save for the squeaking of rubber
and clanking of chains, so Marie decided to try breaking the ice in the
hopes of learning something.

"I'm, uh…  I'm here to work, I think?  My name is Marie, and this is my
first assignment, so…"  She stopped short as the vamp swept around and
glared pure venom at her.

*This will not end well.  The other two have begun to relax and exchange
glances, as if in relief.  It is likely that I have drawn unwanted
attention away from them, and will suffer the brunt of this woman's
wrath.*

The vamp tore open Marie's shirt and peeled off the uniform in a few
quick tugs.  She hauled Marie's wrists up over her head and the blonde
maid climbed a stepstool, as if on cue, and fastened her into a pair of
heavy steel cuffs that hung from the ceiling.  Left to dangle, the women
prepared her uniform somewhat differently from the previous two.

First a gathered white rubber blouse was brought up her body to just
under her breasts, nipples resting on a bed of latex ruffles and rings
dangling over the side.  Next a heavy black rubber corset with wide
shoulder straps was wrapped around her and steel buckles and hinged
cinching levers clamped shut.  

*This is a tighter constriction than I have ever endured before.  It is
going to be rather painful for a few minutes, but I should be all right
if I don't exert myself too much.*

The bouncy white rubber petticoats and skirt were similar to the ones
the other two maids wore, but this was clearly higher in the rear and
completely divided at the front to expose her crotch.  Next came white
thigh-high rubber stockings ringed with black latex ribbons, ending in
pre-formed bows.  At that she was left to hang for a bit while the two
maids left to collect something for their mistress.

*This outfit is certainly more humiliating than theirs, but the reaction
they gave suggested it would be far worse.  I can already feel myself
getting used to the shallow breathing, even held up on tiptoe like
this.*

The women returned with two long boxes, and set aside the smaller one to
open the larger.  Each maid pulled out a gleaming patent leather ballet
boot, and began to straighten the laces.  Marie noted in her head that
she had never worn shoes this strict before, and tried to recall how
Angelica had walked when she was forced to wear them.

Once the boots were laced on and locked about the tops of her calves
with shiny steel cuffs linked by a short chain, she tried to find her
balance and stand without leaning on her wrist chain.

*It appears that ballet boots are like riding a bicycle: you never
really forget.*

The brunette freed Marie's wrists and the chain from her collar, and
made a circular motion with one downward-pointing finger, indicating
that Marie should try to walk around the room.  Marie did so, and found
her stride in only a few wobbly steps.

*Thankfully these are high stiff boots, laced tight.  The ballet shoes
without ankle support are always so much more painful and difficult to
walk in.*

Marie strutted across the room back to where she had been dressed, her
clit ring bouncing as her hips tossed the skirts up on one side and then
the other.

*But I haven't ever worn either type of ballet shoe before today, so how
do I know this?  I should be able to remember how I learned something,
surely.*

Marie was so distracted by the search for memories of how she learned to
walk in the cruel footwear that she didn't notice the two maids coming up
behind her until they had pinned her elbows together behind her back.
Marie squealed in exactly the right sort of surprise she thought would
be expected of her, and craned her neck around to try and see what they
were doing.

The vamp opened the smaller of the two boxes that her charges had
brought, and pulled out a long triangle of white rubber.  With practiced
ease, she pulled the monoglove up Marie's arms and cinched the buckles
tight around wrists and elbows before pulling the cross straps into an
"X" between her breasts.

Finally the three women pulled Marie in front of a triptych mirror and
yanked off her pigtail wig, replacing it with one colored more closely
to her own natural red hair.  The style was pinned up in a bulbous
shape, and a white semicircle of ruffled latex sat like a cross between
a tiara and an apron atop it.

The blonde brought a loop of very thin jeweled chain, ending in a black
leather strap loop.  She bowed her head and held it up with both hands,
offering it to the vamp.  The vamp took it and quickly fed it through
the ring at the front of Marie's collar, down through one nipple ring,
through her clit ring, and then looped it through a ring at the end of
her armbinder.  The chain returned back through the clit ring, up
through the other nipple piercing and finally back through the collar
again to be linked with the strap via some hidden clasp.

The vamp handed the handle of Marie's new and highly intimate leash to
the blonde, who tugged twice and then led Marie tottering down a dim
servant's hallway.  They passed a number of windows as they went,
spilling light in from the main halls and rooms of the house.

*This leash is tugging at all of my sensitive areas when I fall behind.
It's incredibly stimulating.  I should become damp in response, now.*

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As Marie willed her body to exhibit sexual arousal, she took in the
woman leading her on.  The blonde's uniform was made of ordinary black
fabric, which was quite a change from the glossy wet-look industrial
materials Marie had been wearing since the day she'd lost all her
underwear.  Spilling from the blonde locks were a set of pink and black
hairfalls of some sort, which bounced against the extremely pouffy
ruffles of her apron straps as she walked.

The sleeves of the uniform puffed out dramatically, which made a
striking contrast to the nipped waist caused by the corset worn on top.
The blonde's skirt was wide and perilously short, ending exactly where
rump changed to thigh, and it was made to bounce by a ruffled black
crinoline that flashed its red hems with each jolt of the hip.  Thanks
to the generous display of leg, Marie could see a considerable length of
garter strap leading down to the girl's black fishnet stockings.

As Marie was admiring the blonde's patent platform mary-janes, the pair
came to a stop at a dark anteroom of some sort.  Through a chest-high
window Marie could see a bookcase-lined room with leather sofas and a
wide oak desk.

While Marie watched the study through the window, the blonde maid pulled
a strap down off of a nearby pegboard and brought it up to Marie's lips.
Marie parted her teeth obediently, and took in a U-shaped mouth guard
that fit snugly around her teeth.  The blonde buckled the gag behind her
neck, and then screwed a traditional feather duster into a threaded hole
at the front.

"You're to dust the study from the moment you hear people coming until
you're sent away.  You're to break one item only, and make sure it's one
of the clear glass pieces.  You'll know when this is expected of you.
Under no circumstances are you to attempt communication with the Master
or his guest."

*There is a profound melancholy in this girl.  She has lost someone, and
I am a reminder of this, somehow.*

The blonde maid then opened a door and pushed Marie out of it before
closing it behind her.

Marie looked back at the smooth wall where the door had been, and then
gingerly tip-toed around the laquered Japanese screen that obscured her
corner of the room.  The leash bounced loose at her stomach as she
leaned her hip against the wide desk, waiting.

*This is the home of someone with incredible wealth and power.  The
windows into the service corridors are all two-way mirrors, and the
whole building is structured like an 18th century manor house.*

She did not have too long to wait before she heard footsteps and voices
from the outer corridor.  Jingling quickly to her toes, she tottered
over to a bookshelf and began swatting the books with the duster in her
gag.

"...and I'm extremely pleased with the results.  Can I offer you a
drink?"

A tall, square-built man with silver hair and a beard to match strode
into the room.  He wore a black three-piece suit with a silver cravatte,
and the cut of the jacket reminded Marie of WWI period dramas.  He led
in a man who was dressed similarly, but appeared much younger.  Shaking
her head, Marie tried to catch glimpses of the two men.

*The grey-haired man is the Master, and the younger man is his guest.  I
can not see clearly, but the guest is familiar.*

"Oh yes, I'd love whatever you're having." While the Master's voice was
deep and forceful, the guest's was gentle and thoughtful.

*The guest is familiar because he was John Steed at the Halloween
party.*

Marie's artificially analytical curiosity satisfied for the moment, she
returned to the task of dusting the study.  It wasn't actually very
dusty, so she focused instead on covering as much of the place with her
attentions as she could.

"I think I know just the thing." The Master boomed, pulling a key from
his waistcoat pocket.  "These are the bottles I don't trust The Help to
handle.  This one here is especially poignant for two reasons:

"First, it's my Birthday Whiskey.  It was distilled on the day I was
born, nearly sixty years ago.  I have a dram or two every anniversary.
But for today, it's relevant because it's worth exactly what I paid
Rosenstock for his process last year."

Marie's mind spun cyclones with this new information, playing out dozens
of possible explanations for what the Master of the house was talking
about.  It was only when her leash swung forward and clinked gently
against a clear glass elephant that she brought herself back to focus on
her work.

The two men toasted Dr. Rosenstock and his "process", and sipped the
whiskey like sommeliers.  Steed admired the drink like a gracious and
grateful guest, and commended the Master for all he had achieved.

"You're too kind." The grey bearded man said this like a genuine
criticism, "I have curated all this, and nothing more.  I have purchased
vessels of great value, and I rely on the genius of men like you to
realize their potential."

"Now it is you who is being overly kind!"  Steed's voice rang with a
smile, "I only create vessels, myself.  It takes a special sort of
talent to fill them with grace and beauty."

"And I have found a match that will do your 'vessels' justice!  To grace
and beauty to come!"

The two drank again, and fell to small talk.  Marie worked her way
around the desk, dusting curtains and moulding in the wall.  Finally she
came to a small display cabinet hung on the wall, filled with clear
glass figurines of animals.  She gave them the same cursory
feather-shaking as the rest of the room, and moved onward.

"You missed a spot!"

Marie stopped suddenly.  The two men were silent for a short time.
Marie turned slowly to look at them, only to see them both seated on
sofas, watching her intently.

"I said, you *missed* a spot!"  the Master growled, a twinkle in his
eye.  "The cabinet on your left."

Marie understood why she was receiving this attention.  She re-dusted
the figurines, knocking a glass serpent off the shelf to shatter on the
marble floor.

*I must look panicked now.  Now I must  step back in horror.  Now I
will look pleadingly at the men.   Now I should try to run back to the
service corridor.*

Marie never had a chance to run.  The vamp was already standing beside
the laquered screen, and she grabbed Marie's leash and dragged her
roughly toward the center of the room.

*Now I must scream into my gag.*

Marie screamed into her gag.

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