Proceed

The room that the butler had brought me to was amazing. It was HUGE! I'd never seen anything like it before. The furniture was magnificant and every rug, tapestry, painting, or other decoration that adorned it was of the grandest look and nature, but in a very elegant and tasteful way. The ceilings were so high that i couldn't even reach them with a ladder, and they were covered over with an old and slightly faded painting, much like the top of an old cathedral. Whoever lived here must be loaded with money. It was like a trip back in time to a long long way back when everyone had mountains of money and loved to display it. Definately Victorian upper class or soemthing.

I sat in the room quietly, my eyes scanning the room and devouring evrey bit of this new sort of world I'd entered into. I watched cherubs and gods dance on the ceiling through forests of infinite green and the light seeping in through the thick curtains dance and twinkle on every golden surface. I was in a silent daze of awe when the butler re-emerged from a set of double doors that were so much like the rest of the room in its grandeur that it created a feeling of privalege in me when the butler ushered me in. "The Lady will see you now, sir." He said in his nose-upturned, rich, english accent. Even though he was only a butler, I obeyed him without a word, even bowing slightly before entering through the door.

The room I entered into was just as grand as the outer chamber, maybe even more so. It was a sitting room of sorts, with several plush and regal looking chairs and settees set around the perimeter of the room. Making a break in the seating was a large and intricately carved stone hearth piled with wood and a stack of it in a brass rack beside it. My eyes were so drawn to this that I did not even notice what sat at the head of the room in a magnificant high-back, regal red, velvety, gold detailed chair. I did not notice it until it spoke to me....

"Proceed and present your card." A voice rang out to my ears, strong with the air of command but still soft with the beauty that only a woman can posess. For the first moment I merely stood there, dumbfounded, staring at her. The woman sitting in the chair at the head of the room was what every man, without fail, would call stunningly beautiful. Not in a modern sense, however. She wasn't covered in ridiculous make-up, changed by surgery, or scantily clad by any means. This woman had an untouchable elegance and grace to her. She was in a long, deeply violet, rose brocade gown with a corset hugging her flawless form. I'm not sure whther it was to my surprise or dismay, but the collar of the dress was buttoned all the way up to her neck, not exposing any of what would certainly be a luscious chest. Her hair was long, shining, a deep roan, and gathered up in a large and loose bun on the top of her head, with tiny ringlets hanging down where they may. She looked to be quite young, but by the way she sat and spoke, she was a very stern woman. "Proceed and present your card." She repeated in a much firmer tone, snapping me from my daze.

The command in her voice and the seriousness in her face gave me no other option but to follow her orders like a meek little puppy. My steps carried me across the room until i was directly in front of the woman. Before I knew it, the scent i'd frist encountered with the card rose up to my nostrils, flooding my mind with remembrance of the dream i had last night. Silently and obediently, I presented the card that my friends had given me. She took it in her small and graceful hands, looking it over before placing it on the arm of the chair and standing up. Holding an umbrella of the same color as her dress, she tapped my leg like a **** trader examining their next prospective servant. "Turn around so i can see the rest of you." She commanded. She seemed about six inches shorter than I am but i obeyed her every move without question, turning around slowly several times to allow her a proper examination. I was poked and prodded with the umbrella as i turned which, i'll admit now, excited me in a strange way. "Now face me and stand still." I meekly did so as i heard the sound of her umbrella settling its point on the floor.

She looked me up and down coldly, finally setlling to look me in the eyes. "You have the proper appointments and are suitable for my standards. From here on in I am your mistress and shall be addressed as such. I expect every command i give to be followed precisely, whether you follow by your own will or no. On your knees and disrobe. We're ready to begin." She tapped her umbrella against my right leg before walking over to a large chest next to one of the chairs at the side of the room. I dared not watch her for fear of what she might do, so i had no idea at the time what she was getting. Shakily and somewhat shyly (especially in front of someone like her), I kneeled and fidgeted with my shirt as i slowly slid it up and over my head. I could hear the clicking of locks and the sliding of the chest as she brought it closer. By the time i heard the chest right next to me, I had gotten to my pants and was just getting the button undone, still semi-**** to disrobe in such a place and in such company.

Should the orders be followed or must i be ****?........