Dear Sir Charles,
As required, I write to you with a description of my first evening at The Kensington House. I will focus in on one aspect of that night, something that particularly overwhelmed me.
Willow led me to a room at the end of the long hallway, past the other girls’ rooms. It felt rather as if I was walking down a very long plank, step by step towards the unknown.
My stomach was fluttery with butterflies. I did not know what was behind the door but I knew, I knew, that it would change my life, my knowledge of self, in a deep and profound way.
And I was scared. I knew that I could leave at any time, that I could stop and turn around. But as apprehensive as I was, my inner self coached to keep going, to see what would happen next.
Willow pushed the door open for me and let me pass through before her. WE were in a very large bedroom. I heard the lock click and whirled to see if my escape route was taken from me.
“Welcome to my room, Holly,” Willow said with a gentle smile. She brushed past, pointing towards another door. “There is a bathroom in there. Would you like to freshen up?”
I nodded, so glad for a moment alone to collect myself and re-evaluate everything. The soft drone of the bathroom fan drowned out any noise from the bedroom. I leaned against the marble vanity and peered into the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes were wide, like a child about to experience a rollercoaster ride for the first time. Well, here I was at the top of the ride, about to go over. Is this what I really wanted?
“You should turn around,” I whispered to my reflection. “You should get out of here now while you can. You can get your job back. They’d take you back in a minute.”
But I knew I was not going to run away like a frightened child. I remembered the things you had said and how they made me feel, how excited I was to have this experience, this inner exploration of myself.
Willow knocked. “Are you alright?” she asked. In other words, she wanted to know if I was ready to continue on my journey.
“Yes, yes, I am,” I said, acknowledging my decision to follow this through, whatever was to happen.
“There’s a robe in there, “Willow said. I saw it hanging on the back of the door. “Why don’t you get more comfortable by taking off all those constricting clothes and putting that on? You will feel much more relaxed, I promise you.”
Two more deep breaths and then I started to undress. First the shoes, kicked off to the side. The smart navy jacket I hung up on another hook. The pearl buttons on my cream silk blouse seemed to get caught up in my fingertips, I fumbled with them so, and I had to will myself to get them undone. Before hanging up the shirt, I unzipped the slim pencil skirt, which promptly puddled at my feet. I stepped out of it and hung the two items up with the jacket. I unpinned my hair from the severe French roll that held it off my face, and swished the long hair around my shoulders.
I felt a little chilled, even though the room was warm. Looking at the mirror again, I was surprised by the contrast of this reflection to the one of the frightened girl. There I was, standing tall, shoulders back, eyes now dark and glowing with excitement. yes my cheeks were still flushed, but as my breathing was shallow and fast, I knew it was from excitement, not from fear.
“Look at you!” I whispered. Look at me, indeed! Standing there in a lacy cream bra, hard nipples clearly visible beneath, and a matching thong and garter belt holding up stockings, I looked like a virgin bride, ready for her wedding night.
I pulled on the soft white robe, tying the sash around my waist, and opened the door. Willow was completely naked, sitting in a wingchair near the fireplace; a large pillow was on the floor in front of her and she motioned towards it with a beautiful slender hand. Knowing that my journey was commencing, having seen the other girls’ deference and displays of respect to Willow, I had no doubt of what was expected of me.
I walked over to her, Sir, and knelt on the cushion at her feet, eyes lowered. I must admit that my eyes were lowered more from my embarrassment at seeing another woman completely nude, than because of respect. Except for the fitness club, where women scurried to the showers covered by a towel and dressed with their backs to one another, I had not been in such close quarters with such blatant nudism.
“This is a difficult for you,” Willow observed. “You are embarrassed, aren’t you?”
I nodded, my cheeks blushing. How gauche I felt I must look to the beautiful,composed Willow. Willow placed two fingers under my chin, gently raising it until I looked her in the eyes. I could see the amusement but it wasn’t mocking – no, indeed, it was acknowledgment of how I felt, of sisterhood, of understanding.
“Sir Charles has a very intense program for those of us that wish to work for him,” she said, continuing to hold my gaze. “Many times you will feel embarrassment. And humiliation,too. But it is the process by which we become perfectly submissive. You do understand what this week is about, don’t you?
“Sir Charles sees something in you which makes him believe you will be a perfect fit in his companies. But it is how you do this week, with the initial training, which will determine whether or not he will take you on.
“I want you to be aware that you are free to leave at any time. No one will try to stop you. I can tell you from personal experience that the week is long and hard, that there will be times when you wonder why you are here, question your sanity, and want to leave. But I can also tell you that the rewards of perseverance are great, greater than you can imagine. And certainly better than anything you will find out there in the vanilla world.
“Holly, at this moment, I need to ask you: are you prepared to do this?”
“Yes,” I said, without hesitation, although my heart bumped hard in my breast.
“Yes, Mistress” Willow corrected, softly but firmly, rising.
“Yes, Mistress,” I repeated, and lowered my eyes to avoid looking at her private parts.
“Then tonight we shall start your training.”
