Mrs. Winthrop, as always.

The svelte figure of Sally Withrop stood over the desecrated slave girl. The superior's eyes glared down sternly behind the short rectangular lenses of the lady's glasses, obscuring any indication of her mood to Mindy. The raven haired mistress' stoic face and tone didn't reveal anything either.

"Come with me," she said before turning and walking away.

Mindy pulled herself off the ground. The jizz slid down her body and splattered on the floor. She looked to the opened door but the head maid went into the opposite direction, so she quickly followed. They headed out of the maid quarters, towards the main estate which was down a cobble stone path. An orchard was lined up along the path which obscured her nudity from anyone out in the fields. This didn't ease the mind of the young blonde though. Her encounter with the postman left her buzzing if not fully satisfied, yet now she was being dragged away by Mrs. Winthrop for some unknown punishment. She knew she should be dreading what was to come, but she was more anxious, and maybe a little excited.

They reached the main building, where Annette was stepping out, from a side entrance. She took one look at Mrs. Winthrop then at Mindy, stopping cold upon seeing Mindy's state. Mindy self consciously rubbed the milky white substance into her skin so that it wouldn't be so obvious. Annette looked down at herself. Her petite breasts drooped out from her exposing uniform as she lowered and addressed them.

"Mrs. Winthrop, Mindy."

"Annette, go clean up the entance to the maid house. Mindy left a little mess there. We're going to see Mr. Livingstone."

Annette nodded and raced off toward their house. Mindy's eyes widened as the news hit her. She was being taken to the owner of the estate!

Sally Winthrop led the young girl inside. They went down a corridor into a large marbled ante room. There, the elder woman guided them to a large wood framed door with brass handles. Inside, the marble floor continued and stretched up to the walls, accented by gold inlays and relief images of maidens taking baths. Mindy looked to Winthrop, who continued inside. There, she stopped at a locker area and began to strip.

"Mrs. Winthrop?" Mindy asked, the curiosity getting the better of her trepidation.

Mrs. Winthrop stopped midway from removing her bra. She looked at Mindy and shrugged, "Mr. Livingstone is particular about cleanliness... Now go in and wash up, the showers are in the next room."

Mindy did as she was told. She could sense a bit of uneasiness with Mrs. Winthrop and didn't want to agitate her any more. The showers were more like a waterfall as the sound of trickling water she had heard upon entering the room revealed itself as a jungle forest scene with heated rocks and a cliff that spilled water into a grotto below. Mindy stepped forward and ran her hand under the waterfall. The water was warm to the touch as well.

The young woman was about to step under the rushing water when she was pulled back by Mrs. Winthrop. "You won't be able to dry your hair." She said as she bundled up the blonde hair into a manageable knot and added a shower cap. She then began to scrub down Mindy with a soapy sponge. Mindy was a bit disappointed that this shower had a more 'car wash' feel to it than a sensual bathing. Her body was cleaned off in a few minutes and Winthrop dropped her towel to wash her own body. Mindy took some consolation in being able to admire the head maid's fit body as she helped wash it down.

With soapy sponge in hand, she lathered up the other woman's silky back, over the slender shoulder, down the supple round breasts. She wanted to linger there and fully massage the pliant mounds but Winthrop's own lathering had an urgency to them that forced Mindy to speed up the process. She wanted to press her body up against her mistress and rub and kiss until she was ordered to make her mistress cum. Her lips parted as if kiss the lady's smooth skin, but reality struck in as Winthrop stepped out of the water and toweled off. She promptly patted Mindy dry as well and led her back to the change room.

On the change room bench laid two neatly folded outfits. Winthrop picked one up and handed it to Mindy. Mindy unfolded examined it. It was similar to her starting maid uniform, an open breasted top and skirt. There were no panties, but the outfit did come with fishnet stockings held up by a waist garter.

By the time Mindy was dressed, Winthrop was as well. The elder maid was wearing a latex corset, garters and gloves that reached almost to the shoulders. She looked like the quintessential dominatrix.

Winthrop looked Mindy over and fussed with the blonde's hair. She had a worried look, like a fretting mother about to send her daughter out to a pageant. Finally she seemed satisfied with the results and took out a key. She used the key on Mindy's collar, removing the leather strap. As Mindy looked on in silent wonder, Winthrop took out a second collar, this one larger. It was big enough to cover the length of the neck and was rigid to hold the wearer's posture in place. Winthrop put this on the slave and locked it with the same key. She stepped back and looked at Mindy.

"OK," she said before taking in a deep breath and exhaling. "Let's go see Mr. Livingstone."

Mindy nodded and followed, not daring to make mention of the collar she saw Sally Winthrop wearing as well.