Scolding, like duh

“Here I was thinking that you were keeping your sister company, but instead you were… am not even sure I want to know what it is you were doing!” Mother scolded.

“I apologize for this-”

“Celeste! Daughter. My precious little angel. It was not but five moments ago that I reminded you to not be so quick to apologize. I need to hire a wizard, it would seem you are unwell still.”

Internally I chuckled. I didn’t think their was a wizard in the world better than Rosemary. But Mother was welcomed to try if that was her goal. A fools errand though. Not that I could blame her, to think I removed my top without even thinking about it. I just remember feeling stuffy and uncomfortable. Though, I doubt mother would accept that answer.

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” she asked.

Oops. I guess I was distracted. That was another thing I noticed. Kind of like Natalia actually, when she had been uncharmed for a bit. A certain sense of like, unfocused. Like the charm had held me in this hyper awareness, with one universal goal above all others.

“Celeste!”

“I apologize,” I said as I realize I had spaced again. “I was merely trying to give your thoughts proper weight before I replied.”

“Celeste,” she paused as she tapped her fingers on her hip. “I am… disappointed. That was a horrible lie. My daughter could lie to a king and fool him. She was brilliant. Don’t worry, I will get the best healer for you. Don’t you worry.”

I just held a smile, trying to imply my approval. Like, what else could I do? Apology was not something she wanted. She just wanted the me from twelve years ago, and nothing else. I looked the part, but I think that only worked against me. Just like I could blink and wonder if it had all been a dream. So could they. And Celeste they knew seemed to just be gone.

I struggled to remember her to be honest. Like, on an intellectual level I could recall details. What I learned, what I knew or even where I had been, but it all felt like memories under water, they felt unimportant by comparison. I just wished so deeply I could return to the charmed castle. Master would hold me and I would learn how this was all just a bad dream. Rosemary would assure me none of this was ever going to happen.

“Just take a bath Celeste, you were sweating, ugh. Then get some rest, you must be tired,” she said.

My stomach dropped a bit. The bath, my least favorite place now, but I didn’t want to worry her. “Yes Mother.”

If anything the opposite of her guess was accurate, I was more than willing to keep working. Had I not been so overdressed, then I wouldn’t even be sweating. Actually if anything that was one thing in which was absolutely true, my body was in much better shape than it had ever been before. All the daily fitness to be ready for Master. I was proud of the body I had cultivated for him.

A couple maids came with me. The bathroom here was nearly identical to the one at the charmed castle. It was the Gilford castle after all. Ashford estate used many of the same core structural standards. It was a good bath, I had never disliked it in the past. And it was obviously a shining part of the charmed castle, but that merely made it so painful for me now.

The maids slowly stripped me. I shuddered as they did, even looking at them, my mind just pictured them as sisters. Actually it was harder to look at them because that caused me to wanna scold them for being in so much clothes! Unneeded cloths to boot.

Yet, my eyes closed meant that I could picture my real sisters. Or who these maids felt like. Oh, her hands were firm. Like Natalia’s, and the second maids hands were softer, and smaller, definitely like Freya.

They began rubbing me down, but they were so rough. I wanted to scold them! Or **** them to sit down so I could show them how it is done. My skin was going to lose its perfection if that was the case. And then what would Master…. Right. Well, I had gotten all my supplies. If nothing else, I could at least mix some good lotion finally.

Oh, Freya, is that you rubbing my inner thigh. I know, your just going to tease me. That is all this is anymore a tease. These maids aren’t my sisters, and these maids don’t fulful my needs. Not like my sisters would. I guess they wouldn’t understand. Understand how much they were driving me crazy. How much I wanted to beg for relief.

I clenched my fists. I was just so frustrated. But the water stopped flowing and they helped me up. I had been home for a month, and not once Iad I been fulfilled. I wasn’t sure if going to my room right now was more a gift or a curse. On one side, it was easy to hide my frustration. But perhaps that was wrong? Maybe someone needs to see how frustrated I was?

I was so tempted to masturbate, but my brain rebelled at the idea. That was not proper. The only proper way for sexual relief was if Master picked me or decided to have sex with. Or if one of my sisters touched me in the shower. I rubbed my stomach but held my hand tightly before moving lower. It felt like… betrayal. I couldn’t do it. No matter how much I wanted to. Or how much my body was begging me.

Master! Please! I don’t know how much more I can take. I need to know that you wouldn’t hate me for failing you. Or if you would, how am I supposed to repent? I should ask Rosemary about it. Maybe, even if the dead can’t be revived. Perhaps they can be spoken too. Just to hear Master’s voice one more time. I’d give anything for that.