Mistress and Servant two
The first few weeks wore on for Celeste, she accepted the rules, no mention, no giving out the house number and only using her mobile at lunch or in the evening.
Augustine was as abrupt and impatient as she said she would be but not especially worse than she had encountered before.
However two incidents on the fourth week gave Celeste an indication of how things were going to develop.
Celeste was cleaning in the kitchen when Augustine walked in and calmly, and with a studied deliberation lit a cigarette and blew the smoke toward her.
Celeste was unsure how to react so decided to say nothing, waiting to see what Augustine planned next.
‘This afternoon I am going to Miriam’s. .I won’t be back until around seven ‘
Celeste had heard her speak of Miriam and of her stables, but she had no idea Augustine visited her, or anyone else for that matter . Augustine suddenly took a deep lung full of nicotine and dropped the half smoked cigarette at Celeste feet.
Celeste didn’t move and Augustine was initially surprised at the show of defiance, surprised and excited. Celeste moved to kick the stump toward Augustine but was caught out by her quicker movements.
Augustine swung the full face of her palm across Celeste ‘s face and sent her toppling backwards. She managed to avoid falling but Augustine had moved forward and gripped her roughly round the mouth, forcing her lips into a tightly pursed position.
‘you will pick it up. .you need to know your place ‘
The words were hissed out, Celeste could feel the light spray of spittle on her face.
‘I will be back at seven. .give you time to think about your place’.
Celeste took a bath whilst Augustine was out. Her cheek was still red for some time and it still smarted to touch She was pleased that she had shown some defiance but was perturbed by Augustine’s speed and latent cruelty. There was no way that Augustine had not decided her reaction in a previous meditated way.
Celeste thought that a more immediate show of spirit was what was needed, that Augustine may actually prefer to deal with some substance.
She changed and leafed through some old copies of Country Life. .she must have nodded off as she heard a car approaching.
Celeste had forgotten that Augustine was collected by someone and that now she was being dropped off. .from the sound of the voices she guessed it was a woman.
Her name was called and Augustine , still in her outdoor clothes walked right up to her, Celeste stopped her going too far by taking a step forward. Exertion of some kind had gone on as Celeste could smell the perspiration from her mistress. .it was still relatively fresh and she loved it.
‘Run me a bath’
Augustine stood for a second and turned to face the bathroom.
When the bath was ready Augustine, who had not taken anything off walked the corridor undressing as she went. She dropped her clothing casually, carefully watching Celeste trail behind picking them up. The raincoat jumper cords and boots all were dropped. Finally she was nearly naked apart from a black thong. Celeste thought it was incredibly tight and must have been thoroughly uncomfortable.
Celeste had just about caught up , Augustine held the thong up and dropped it just in front of her face. As she bent to retrieve Augustine put her foot on Celeste’s back .
She forced her flat, Celeste managed to turn over but found the naked figure standing over her
‘Not quite quick enough ‘
Augustine resisted the temptation to smile but suddenly was overcome by the thought of urinating over the prone Celeste. She felt that Celeste was more embarrassed by her nudity than she was, after all she seemed locked in a static state of uncertainty didn’t she.?
Celeste was expecting something to happen and wondered if she would be drenched in urine, she did eventually move but found Augustine’s foot on her stomach.
‘I like you .but you must be quicker’
Without another word Augustine walked into the bathroom, she left the door wide open and Celeste could hear her noisily urinating.
That night Celeste went to bed earlier than usual. Fortunately Augustine was well asleep. Celeste fell on the bed wondering how to pursue some defiant action on her part. She soon drifted into a deep sleep, dreaming of tennis courts and sunlit gardens. She had been a talented player in her youth, something she was good at and could compete at.
Something disturbed her at around three, she remembered looking at the clock. She woke with a jump that hurt her back and saw the naked Augustine standing at the window.
She pretended, not successfully, to be asleep but Augustine had noticed and walked over.
‘Don’t worry, another week and then it’s your turn’
She spoke softly and ran a finger down Celeste s face. Smiling, the both of them went back to sleep