A Busty Middle Aged Woman

As the woman who greeted me at the door steps off to the side, my vision is met with the source of the sultry sounding voice. It is another woman, this one a lot older looking, at least late thirties I would guess. She casually makes her way over to me with a slight grin on her face. As she gets closer and steps into better lighting I am able to get a much less restricted view of her.

Despite showing a few signs of aging, she is quite gorgeous looking from a first glance. Long and smooth midnight black hair tumbles to just over top of her shoulders. She has sharp hazel eyes while her lips are full and painted with dark red lipstick, matching the smooth crimson dress that she wears. Unlike the woman who answered the door, she is at least mostly covered up by her attire. Her elegant and tight red dress displays only the slightest amount of cleavage of her large bust, though it does not do any favors in helping her hide her womanly hips and expansive derriere. In one hand she holds a half empty glass of a presumably expensive white wine. She seems to have a very relaxed and smug demeanor. I would wager that she is probably the owner of this property and likely the one in charge of everything.

"Welcome darling, welcome. I've been patiently awaiting your arrival. It is wonderful to finally meet you." She announces with a warm smile.

"It is nice to meet you to, my name is Sara." When I reach out to shake her hand she steps back and shakes her head back and forth, looking almost disgusted by what I thought would have been a respectful gesture.

"I don't shake hands with my..." She pauses for a brief moment before continuing. "With my inferiors for lack of a better term."

I stand there silently for a moment, slightly confused by her aversion to shaking hands. It is a little odd but I suppose that I shouldn't be too surprised that some extraordinarily wealthy person such as herself would not want to interact much with her 'inferiors'. She gives an insincere smile and starts to slowly pace around me, bringing the glass of wine to her luscious lips while her eyes examine my body.

"Such a delicate young beauty you are..." She pauses to gently run her fingers through my long and silky auburn hair. Her hand comes to rest just beneath my chin as she begins to examine my face. She gently tilts my head side to side and inspects closely. Despite being so against the idea of shaking hands with me, she appears to have no issue at all with invading my own personal space. Regardless, I find myself blushing at her playful inspection of my appearance.

"Luscious auburn hair, beautiful blue eyes, cute freckles and smooth skin. You appear to be quite the little gem. Wouldn't you agree, Luna?"

"Yes Mistress, she is very beautiful." Luna replies once again showing little emotion which makes her answer sound really insincere.

I wonder why Luna keeps referring to her as Mistress? I'm guessing that she is some sort of personal servant or maid, even though that doesn't exactly explain why she is dressed so unconventionally. It all seems a little strange to me, though I suppose that 'Mistress' could be used in some wealthier or higher status places as a title similarly to 'Mrs.' and 'Ms'.

"Luna dear, please take her bags to the storage room. She won't be needing any of it." Mistress orders while taking another small mouthful of her wine.

"Of course, Mistress." Luna walks over and grabs my suitcase from beside me. It seems that Mr. Shears was honest about at least one thing in that I wasn't supposed to bring anything. I'm about to protest my things being taken but am spoken over by Mistress before getting the chance.

"It is an absolute pleasure to have you joining us. I look forward to getting to know you a lot better in the coming weeks."

"Thank you. I'm excited to get to know you too, umm... I don't believe I got your name?"

"Oh, of course. Where are my manners?" She breaks out into a quiet laughter for moment and I **** myself to chuckle along with her.

"My name is Head Mistress Rose. You may also refer to me as Mistress or Head Mistress."

"May I refer to you as Rose?" I question and immediately her friendly smile disappears.

"No, you may not."

"Why not?" I ask, not content with her answer.

"Because it would be very rude and very disrespectful of you to address me as such." She answers sternly, then takes a sip of her wine. Realizing that I've upset her, I try to apologize and advance the conversation.

"I'm sorry um... Mistress, but I don't seem to understand what is going on. My father's lawyer told me I was being sent to volunteer at rehabilitation center for women. Not to be rude, but this isn't exactly what I pictured when I was told that."

"That is... definitely an interesting choice of words to use to describe this place."

"What do you mean?"