New Girl

At first glance, the Sun Horizon Building was a nondescript grey building that everyone would walked passed every day without a second glance.  That however was not the case.

A failed work discrimination lawsuit filed against the Sun Horizon group a few years ago made huge news. The group was accused of discriminating against its female employees but it was the group’s response that was so unusual. The group almost admit to the discrimination, but say their female employees were working there willingly and the “accusations” were more due to cultural differences.

The lawsuit failed but that was not the end of the matter. The building was now a weekly protest site for feminist groups. The Sun Horizon group responded by ignoring the protests and continuing their unique company work culture. It was this “unique company work culture” that attracted Myra Fox to the company.

Ignoring the 10 to 15 protesters outside the building, Myra walked into the building in her best power suit and headed straight to the reception table. The woman sitting behind the desk was dressed in the most unusual receptionist “uniform” you would ever see in America; a burqa.

Myra approached the blue burqa and noticed the “Karen” name tag. That’s about the only thing of note. The burqa has no embroidery of any sort outside the skullcap and the mesh for the eyes. Myra noticed the mesh was wider than the burqas she saw on TV news and guessed it was probably done so that the receptionist could see. Myra gave her best smile to “Karen” and hoped the woman could see her smile behind the mesh of the burqa.

“How may this girl help you Madam?” the burqa called Karen said.

Myra maintained her smile despite her discomfort speaking to someone she couldn’t see. She knew if she was successful, this was something she need to get used to. “My name is Myra Fox. My husband, Reggie, work here. I’m here for a job interview.”

“How may this girl help you Madam?” Karen said again. It was as if she never heard Myra and Myra immediately realized her mistake.

“This girl’s name is Myra Fox.” Myra replied back quickly. “This girl’s master, Reggie, work here and ordered this girl to report here today for a job interview.”

“Please wait here Myra while this girl checked with her superiors.”

“Of course and thank you.”

Myra bit her lips while Karen spoke to someone on the phone. She had somehow managed to screw up within 10 seconds of entering the building. She just hoped it would not count against her. Karen put down the phone and informed to take the stairs to the 5^th floor. Climbing the stairs left Myra breathless. Her slim figure was achieved via yoga and diet; exercising was a distant third. Myra found a woman waiting for her.

Dressed in an all-black outfit that covered her from top to toe, the woman was wearing a indaba that covered her face but for a small slip for her eyes. Myra saw that the woman had a name tag declaring her name as “Wendy”. Wendy was carrying a clipboard which she glanced at before asking for Myra’s name.

After providing it, Wendy signalled Myra to follow her. After following her down the corridor, Wendy opened a door and signalled Myra to go in. It seems that among the women of Sun Horizon, words weren’t used very often. Myra walked into the room and saw another woman sitting on the floor.

She truly was sitting on the floor. The room was simple and there were no tables or chairs in the room. Dressed like Wendy, the woman was totally covered in black with a niqab covering her face and her name tag state her name as “Lucy”.

Wendy closed the door behind her and left with little choice, Myra walked towards the sitting woman. In front of the woman, Myra saw a red box and two palm prints painted on the floor. She was wondering about them when Lucy told her what they were for.

“Kneel with both knees inside the box and place your hands on the prints.”

Myra felt a rush at the order. This was a test and the reason why she wanted to join the company. She knelt and placed her hands on the floor as ordered. She immediately realized she looked like a total fool. Dressed in power suit; blazers, blouse, and mini-skirt; she was now on her hands and knees like a bitch. She looked up at Lucy. The silence stretches for seconds before Lucy began speaking.

“Congratulations girl, you just passed your first test. Not everyone who entered this room would willingly do what you just did.”

“Thank you…” Myra discovered she had no idea what to call Lucy. Can she call her “girl”? The answer was no.

“You can call me Madam. If you are accepted into Sun Horizon, you will start as a female intern. All girls in Sun Horizon are below all men; all female interns are below all girls. If you passed your 6 months internship, you will be promoted to “girl” status. Until then, you will address all girls as Madam.”

“Yes Madam.” Myra said. “May this girl asked what does she…”

“Girl” Lucy corrected.

“Sorry Madam. May this girl asked what does this girl called a man who worked in Sun Horizon?” This way of speech will take some getting used to but Myra was more than willing to do the practice.

“All girls in Sun Horizon, without exceptions, must call all men “Sir”.” 

“Yes Madam. Thank you Madam.”

Lucy nodded and Myra thought she was smiling behind her niqaab. She then asked a question that shocked Myra.

“Do you and your master do this often?”

“Madam?”

“BDSM, domestic discipline, Gorean; whatever you’re into to. You seem to have some experience on your hands and knees.”

Myra knew her face coloured and she quickly looked down in embarrassment.  That prompted a laugh from Lucy. “That’s not something you need to be ashamed of here. Most girls in Sun Horizon are in some variety of these relationships. The company attract…a certain kind of girl. I just hope you are for real.”

“Madam?” Myra asked in surprise.

“I had seem many girls who enter this room thinking of some sort of “Fifty Shades of Grey” romance. Sun Horizon is not like that. The men here are not going to sweep you off your feet. They expect the girls to be obedient servants. If you’re not into that…”

“Madam, this girl is married. This girl is not here for romance.”

“Then why are you here Myra? Why do you want to work in this company?”

In hindsight, Myra should have knew that the company would ask her this question but she didn’t and she wasn’t prepared. She said that first thing that came to her mind.

“This girl is here because she do not want to pretend anymore. This girl…this girl want a place where she can be what she is without any need to pretend a “face” to others in public.”

There was no need for Lucy to say anything more. She just nodded. Myra looked back up at Lucy and realized she was smiling. It’s amazing what you can tell just by looking at another person’s eyes. Myra was going to feel right at home here in Sun Horizon.

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Wendy directed Myra to the basement of the Sun Horizon Building to the “Ghost Room”. It was the locker room for women to change into their uniforms and considering the uniform of Sun Horizon, Myra guessed the nickname fits.

Controlling her excitement, she took off her clothes, her heels and started to put on the uniform given to her by Wendy. Unlike the uniform of Wendy and Lucy, it was all in white. Myra guessed it was to indicate her status as an intern.

She started with the white long-sleeved blouse. The sleeves of the blouse covered her arms but left her hands free and more importantly, it was about 2 sizes too big for her. Myra would have commented on this if she didn’t knew about it before walking in. Reggie had told her that girls in Sun Horizon always wore uniforms a few sizes too big for them. Sun Horizon was a Middle East company and the size policy was installed to prevent “distraction”. Girls in Sun Horizon were expected to be submissive but shapeless.

Next up was the white harem pants. Like the blouse, it was too big for her and Myra had to tie up the end of the pants to her ankles with a string to make it of the right length. Then came the white socks and white shoes provide by the company. The shoes were made of some soft material that was supposed to make no sound when she walked and accordingly to Reggie, it actually worked as it’s supposed to.

The last part was the signature piece of the Sun Horizon uniform; her white niqaab. Consisting of an upper band that is tied around her forehead and a long piece of fabric which flows down covering her face, after putting it on Myra saw that outside an opening for her eyes, her face was totally covered.

In fact, her whole body was totally covered thus the nickname for the room. Girls entered the room as women but came out of it without shape, figure or face; like a living ghost. Myra felt her body’s excitement at the thought.

Myra turned to face Wendy who again signalled her to follow her. Climbing up the stairs, they exited the stairway and entered a floor. Myra wondered if Wendy had counted the floors because there were no signs stating the floors but that’s a question for later. For now she just followed Wendy to the end of the floor where Myra was directed to kneel beside the door of an office. To her surprise, Wendy knelt beside her. Myra looked at the door and sat the name “Abdullah bin Ismail” on it. She guessed it’s time for the next part of her interview.

They knelt patiently till a call came in for the secretary. Mr. Abdullah’s secretary then came to open the door. Two women crawled out of it on their hands and knees. Although she had heard about this from Reggie, it was still a shock to Myra’s system when she saw this. In Sun Horizon, girls were not allowed to walk into the offices of higher executives. They could only crawl into them.

It seems this was another test for her.  The company wanted to see if Myra had what it took to work in Sun Horizon. Myra don’t crawl at home with Reggie, they were more into shibari, but she could learn. She could learn in a hurry.

Wendy started crawling and Myra could do nothing but to follow. She put her head down to follow Wendy and immediately found a problem. When your head was down, the veil of the niqaab flowed downwards, blocking your view. Myra quickly raised her head and found that the niqaab works as it’s supposed to. She saw that Wendy was crawling with her head raised up and that’s how you were supposed to do it. Myra followed Wendy’s example and found this even more embarrassing and humiliating. With your head facing down, your face wasn’t facing the world. With the head up, you are crawling and facing the world doing it.  

The room was dominated by a big desk and Myra saw a Middle Eastern man sitting behind it. There was no doubt this was Abdullah bin Ismail, the Head of Human Resource. There were 2 empty chairs for guests but of course they were not for girls. The duo crawled between the 2 chairs and stopped. Myra saw the man smiled and had no doubt of the reason. Which man won’t smile when 2 girls crawled towards him and stopped with their hands and knees on the floor?

The office was silent and Myra knew Abdullah was making the two girls wait on purpose. Was this a test or was he just a jerk? It doesn’t matter. Myra knew better than to ask. Her husband and master, Reggie, had made sure she understood the culture of Sun Horizon before today. In the company, a woman do not speak to a man unless she was spoken to first. Myra would wait as long as it please Abdullah.

“You are Mrs. Myra Jackson?” He finally asked.  

The wait was over. “Yes sir,” Myra replied softly, making sure to sound timid and submissive to the man who would have the final say on whether she got hired or not. “This girl is Mrs. Myra Jackson.”

“It state on your record you are a nurse?”

“Yes sir, this girl is a nurse.”

“You know and understand the position you are applying for in Sun Horizon?”

“Yes sir, this girl understand.”

“What is it?”

“Sir, this girl is applying to be an office girl.”

“The pay for your new job is much lower than your current one. Are you certain that you understand the requirements of the job? Do you want to continue the interview?”

“Yes sir, this girl will serve the men of the company in their daily work. This girl will serve them coffee, tea, clean their desk and obey them in all matters.”

“Before that, you have a 6 months trial period when you will be tested to see if you have what it takes to be in our glorious company. During this period…well, you have the janitorial position. Is that okay for you?”

“Yes sir, this girl is aware and understand the need to prove herself to the company.”

“You have no problem with your pay cut?” Myra saw Abdullah’s smile growing bigger; he was enjoying this. That’s okay, so was she.

“Yes sir,” Myra said. “This girl’s husband is working for Sun Horizon. This girl understand if she joined the company, this girl’s husband’s pay will increase by 25% due to his guardianship. This girl’s husband’s pay rise will offset her loss of income.”

“Your husband will be your guardian in the company. You understand this means your performance will affect his performance review and any poor performance from you will affect him adversely. Your pay, low as it will be, will also be directly credited to him as well. You are aware of this?”

“Yes sir, this girl understand.”

“Do you have any problems with all these arrangements?”

“No sir, this girl have no problem with any of it.”

“One final question then,” Abdullah said. “Why should I hire you? Why do you want to work in Sun Horizon?”

It was actually two questions but Myra knew better than to correct the man. She recited her prepared answer. “This girl want to join Sun Horizon because women are treated as they should be in the company. Women are servants to men. Women should serve men. This company allowed women to be treated as the servants they are. Sun Horizon should hire this girl because this girl know and understand what the company is trying to do. The company is trying to allow men and women to be in the roles they were born to be in and if hired, this girl will be a competent obedient girl who believes strongly in the company’s rules and policy.” 

Silence greeted her statement before Abdullah answered Myra’s prayers. “You are hired. Both of you can leave.”

“Thank you sir.” With the answer, Wendy and Myra crawled out of the man’s office.

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After the interview, Wendy led Myra to the 7^th floor. They entered a small room on the floor where Myra saw Lucy waiting with 4 other girls in white. Lucy was sitting on the floor while the other girls were kneeling on their face facing the wall.  Lucy signalled Myra to join the girls.

Obediently, Myra joined the line and knelt. A hand on her shoulder told her to go closer to the girl beside her. Moments later, Myra was kneeling facing the wall shoulder to shoulder with the other girls. Minutes after that, Myra heard the door opened and felt another girl joining the line beside her. Myra then heard Lucy speaking quietly to another girl. Once they were done, Lucy addressed the six kneeling girls facing the wall.

“Congratulations girls! The six of you are accepted into Sun Horizon. There is a 6 months trial period. In these 6 months, you six will be interns. This means for the next 6 months, you girls will be washing the toilets, sweeping the floors while also learning on your assigned floors. Once the trial period is over, you will be full members of the company. For now, you will all wait here till your guardians come to fetch you home. Do not worry, they have been informed of where you are and will come here once their work is over.” Myra could not believe what she was hearing. Surely the company can’t expect her to wait 3 hours for her husband to get off work?  Luckily, Lucy wasn’t finished. “Till then, the six of you can relax. There’s some mineral water here. Just remember not to leave this room.”

With that, Lucy left the room. The six girls then stood and wondered what they were supposed to do. After a period of uncomfortable silence, one girl flipped her veil over her head and introduced herself.  The ice broken, the remaining girls followed suit.

Each introduced herself and Myra quickly deducted the reason the six of them were left in the room. The six of them were all new girls of the company and this time was for them to know each other. The new girls sat in a circle and spoke about themselves. The six of them were of various races; an Asian, an Arab, two whites, and including Myra, two blacks. They were of various religions; Muslim, Christian, and a Buddhist. However they were all here and accepted by the company because they believed in the superiority of men.

They spoke more about each other and Myra quickly found out the reason why each of them joined the company. Some of the girls want to be in an environment that allowed their private life and personal life to be the same. One just want to be working in the same company as her husband while two of the girls were joining to prove to their boyfriends they had what it took to be their wives. It seems their boyfriends promised to marry them if they managed to finish their internship.

Some of the girls also took some serious sacrifice to join the company. One of the girls was a lawyer, while another was in medical school when she decided to quit studying and join the company instead. The former medical student was one of the girls who was to be married once her internship was over. All the girls had husbands or boyfriends working in Sun Horizon who would be the girls’ guardians in the company.

Before they knew it, the girls had talked for hours. The door opened again. Lucy walked in and told Myra her husband was here to fetch her. Myra stood and immediately noticed Lucy pointing her finger downwards. Obeying her superior, Myra knelt and started to crawl. She crawled out of the room and notice her husband standing behind Lucy. He saw her immediately and after the initial shock, he laughed. 

Myra never felt as demeaned or humiliated as she did then. At the same point however, a strange joy arose within her. She smiled behind her veil as Reggie squatted and kissed her on her forehead. Myra couldn’t help herself but giggled at the act.

Reggie stood and walked towards the lift. With no orders to stand, Myra crawled behind her husband like a good pet. She had been a good wife, a good slave when they played “games”, so why not a good pet? The smile she had grew bigger. From now on, there’s no need for her to pretend to be normal. From now on, this was the new normal.

Myra Jackson couldn’t be any happier!  

My Lord & My Mistress (Part 3)

In most modern households, when you speak of housework you would think of vacuum cleaners and washing machines. That’s not the case in our household.

In our household, I have a small broom that I can only use when I squat down. Washing the floor required me to go on my hands and knees with a scrub and a pail of water. Washing the toilet meant my head had to be in the bowl to clean those hard to reach places. I started to do these chores the moment mistress left the house and by the time I was finished, I was sweating like a pig.

Looking around the house, I had confidence I did my duty well. Domestic chores were about the one thing I was better at than mistress and my only regret was that my lord wasn’t around to see me doing it. He took special enjoyment watching me do housework naked, especially the way my ass shakes when I was scrubbing the floor and when he’s around, I’ll always make sure my ass was sticking out high so he could get a good look at his property. It has been this way since the day after I caught him in bed with mistress.

After I went to sleep that night, I was awoken up by the doorbell the next morning. It was still early and I opened the door still groggy. Mistress was there and I still remember the first words she spoke to me, “Hi, my name’s Amy. I believe you saw me last night getting fucked by your husband.” 

I was still in shock when mistress walked into the apartment like she owned it. She looked around with a critical eye before announcing how impressive she was with my housework. When I asked why she was there, mistress said she was there to offer me the job of being the slave of her and our lord. She had seen me the night before and saw the longing on my face. She knew I had wondered about being tied up by our lord and fucked senseless by him. So she had “kindly” offered me the job of being a slave wife.

When I said that she must be joking, mistress just shook her head and started to walk out. I stopped her before she stepped out of the door and the rest was history. That night when our lord came back home, mistress and I were waiting for him. Mistress was dressed in one of her designer gowns and I was naked and on my knees.

Mistress then informed our lord of our agreement. I would cancel the divorce and be the wife of the house. However instead of being a normal wife, I would now be a slave wife. I would be doing all the cooking, cleaning and washing, while she would be in charge of keeping our lord a happy man. Our lord naturally agreed to the arrangement, which man wouldn’t want 2 women instead of just one, and that was the start of our new relationship.

With the cleaning over, I started on the washing. Of course, everything was done by hand and I took special care to the clothes of my lord and my mistress. As I had said before, mistress had a great sense of style and I did not want to spoil any of their clothes. Only after finishing the washing, drying and hanging of the clothes, did I have my dinner. Tonight I treated myself to a Spinach Salad with Steak & Blueberries along with a bowl of Italian Egg-Drop Soup.

Compared to mistress’ natural beautiful figure, my body was nothing to shout about but I still try my best as I did not want to embarrass our lord. Luckily for me, I had mistress in my corner. As I’m still our lord’s wife, he had to bring me for the rare company and family outings you just cannot avoid. Mistress understood this and had been putting me through a serious diet and exercise regime for the past 18 months.

It has been successful. Many people had said I looked better than ever, and they were right; I was in better shape than any time in my life. However as they say, everything is relative and to me, my new fit and toned figure only emphasis the difference in class between myself and mistress. Despite over a year of dieting and exercise, I was still nowhere near mistress. In terms of looks and beauty, mistress and I were on different planets. She was just that superior to me, not only in looks but also in her love to our lord.

A simple fact proven by the legal document that says I was still technically the wife of the house. I had asked mistress before why she didn’t tell our lord to divorce me and take my place as the wife, and she told me it was to make sure she herself never get too  comfortable. Mistress never wanted to forget the fact that our lord was the man of the house and she feared being the wife as well as mistress of a slave like me would cause her to “lose her edge”. Basically, she wanted to be kept on her toes. After hearing that, I knew of her love for our lord and knew I would be honoured to serve a woman like her.

Once dinner was over, I washed up and took my shower. Unlike my lord and my mistress, I was only allowed a cold shower. Although no one was around to oversee me, I knew better than to disobey a direct order from my mistress. They trusted me to obey the rules even when they were not around and I did not disappoint them. After all, what’s the use of agreeing to be a slave wife if you were going to disobey every time someone wasn’t there to look over your shoulder?  That’s just stupid.

With the cold water, I did not stay inside the shower too long. I dried myself with a towel before going to the living room to watch television. Not allowed to sit on chairs, I sat on the floor before the television and watched whatever was on. I wasted the time away till my lord and mistress came home.

I heard the car parking at the driveway and went to the door. Kneeling on the hallway floor facing the door, I waited for the door to open with my thighs spread wide. When the door opened, I lowered my head to the ground with my hands beside my head.

My lord and mistress shared a laugh as they entered, no doubt after having a great time at some restaurant. They kicked off their shoes and walked passed me without a word. I stood up to pick up the shoes when I heard my lord ordering me to him.

Without hesitation, I turned and walked to him. My lord was sitting on living room sofa with mistress standing beside him. I was surprised because it was not Sunday yet. At the end of every week, I had to kneel before my lord and mistress to get my “weekly report”. Mistress would grade me on my work for the week and my lord would decide on the punishment.

This was what I did now. I knelt before my lord and mistress, crossed my hands behind my back and bowed my head to look at the ground.

My lord announced that he had good news for me; mistress was pregnant. My stomach rolled at the announcement but I kept my head down and my mouth shut. My lord was not finished.

My lord said that they would be keeping the baby and the baby will take his surname. My lord also said that with the coming of the baby, I would be serving as the baby’s nanny. I would resign from my job and be naked in the house full-time from now on.

I immediately felt fear. I had long gotten used to be naked at home but the humiliation was tempered by the fact I could still wear clothes at work. Without that, I would be naked 24/7. The fear of that surprised me because I had thought I had long accepted my place as a slave. And a slave to my lord and mistress meant clothes were a luxury I did not deserve.

That was right! I was a slave, and that meant I would obey and be happy. Once I had that thought, I managed to shout out my congratulations to both my lord and mistress. My lord then said something that really made me happy.

With the baby coming, mistress would be more tired than ever and my lord was also uncomfortable and worried about having sex with her as she grows bigger. My lord says in the coming few months, he would be having sex with me more often than our once weekly session.

My head swirled at the news.  My weekly session with my lord was based on how good of a grade I got from mistress during my “weekly report” and now my lord was telling me that during mistress’ pregnancy, I would be taking her place beside him.

I couldn’t help but looked up at mistress. She was smiling but I could see the discomfort behind the smile. She wasn’t totally happy with the arrangement but the news of the pregnancy delighted our lord and I could see that she was determined to do whatever was necessary to keep him happy. In many ways, I believed she loved our lord more than I did.

Suddenly, our lord stood up clapping his hands. He said that he and mistress will retire for the day and told me to take off my chastity belt.  For this one night, he would allow me to play with myself. He then lifted mistress up and carried her to their bedroom. I was left dumbstruck on the ground.

I knew what I wanted to do. I switched off all the lights in the house and took the key of my belt off the hook. I took it off the moment I entered my room and went to the wall separating my room to the master bedroom. I pressed my ear to the wall and could hear the small laughter of my lord and mistress. They were beginning and my hand reached between my legs. As the sounds of their love-making increases, my hand moved quicker and quicker. When I heard the soft cry of my mistress, I came.

My body shook with excitement as I raised my hand to my face. Listening to my lord’s and mistress’ love-making always excited me, so much so that mistress ordered a chastity belt for me to prevent me from having too much fun. She wanted me to be always ready and hunger for our lord.

I tasted myself. As I began to lick my fingers, I realized my lord was right. My mistress’ pregnancy was very good news for me.

My Lord & My Mistress (Part 2)

The best thing about being an office drone is that no one cares if you walked out of the office right on time. The moment my time was up, I walked out of the office while saying my goodbyes to my colleagues. I went down to the ground floor and crossed 2 streets. Outside a deli, I waited.

With no watch and no handphone, I had no idea how long I waited but about half an hour later, a red car pulled up in front of me. It was my mistress. I opened the passenger door and begged.

“Good evening mistress. May be this slave have the privilege of entering this vehicle?”

As normal, Mistress smiled at my begging. “This vehicle is too good for you slave,” she said. “How would you pay back this privilege?”

“Anything you wish mistress.”

“Remember that when I take the cane to your fat ass slave.”

“Yes mistress”

“Come in then”

I entered the car and put on the seatbelt. The begging was a normal daily routine between me and mistress but we learned not to push it. I had to beg much longer in the beginning but once a cop pulled over and gave mistress a ticket for stopping too long along the road. Our lord was so pissed he punished both of us. It was one of the few times I could remember mistress being caned.

As mistress drove, a call called in and mistress answered it on her earpiece. It was our lord and I couldn’t help but glanced at her as she said sweet nothings with him.  Once the call was over, mistress informed me she and our lord were going out for dinner. As usual, a night out between the lord and mistress meant two things for me. One; I’ll be at home alone and two; I need to help mistress prepare.

Once we arrived at home, mistress immediately went to the bedroom leaving me to close the door. The moment the door was shut, I took off my clothes. My shirt and skirt were dropped onto the floor and they were swiftly followed by my bra and panties. I took the whole pile in my hands and went to my room.

I entered the room and threw the pile of clothes to one side. They were of no use to me at home. I was only allowed to wear one thing at home and it was still on the floor where I left it this morning; my chastity belt. I locked the belt and felt a thrill as the leather wrapped around my waist. I moved my hands between my legs and felt the cold metal bars covering my pussy. I couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of helplessness. I took off my ponytail and went to help my mistress but not before hanging the key to my chastity belt on the wall. 

When I entered, I saw that mistress was already in the shower and there was a beautiful red dress on the bed. As I heard the water splashing down, I remembered the first time I saw mistress in this bedroom. 

It was 3 years ago when my lord and I were separated. There were no great fights or hidden affairs. After 11 years of marriage, we were tired of each other and our marriage just came to a natural death.

Or so I thought.

One afternoon, I came home to pick up a few things. By that time, we had been separated for months but the divorce was going to be finalized in a few more weeks and I wanted to take a few things out before it was too late. In hindsight, I was worried for nothing but at that time I entered the house with that thought.

After I walked in, I heard a sound from the bedroom. I went up, opened the door slightly and peeked inside. It was my lord and he was on top of a woman I had never met before. Catching him having sex was embarrassing enough but it was the woman who really caught my eye. Even from my angle, I could see that she was beautiful. She was a redhead with a face that can’t help but attracts attention, however I wasn't attracted to her beauty. What really caught my attention were her hands that were tied to the bedposts.

I was no fool and knew what bondage was but I had never tried it and to my knowledge, neither had my husband. Here he was doing it with another woman and I could tell he was really getting into it. He was pumping the woman with a ferocity that I had never experienced and I never thought he had in him. The women cried out and I heard one word that left me in no doubt about their relationship, “Master”.

I quickly looked away and ran out of the house. Once I got into my car, I could feel the dampness of my panties. I was ashamed to say that I had come just looking into the room. I quickly drove back to the apartment I was staying at during the separation. Once inside, off came my panties and I used my hands on myself. Masturbation was always something I was embarrassed about but once I thought of my husband in the room with the redhead, it just came naturally.  

The sound of falling water stopped and I knew mistress had finished her shower. I knelt before the shower room and bowed my head to the ground. The door of the shower room opened and I heard the command to enter. I crawled in on my hands and knees.

On the wet floor of the shower room, I looked up at my superior. Even if I was 10 years younger, I knew I would never be able to match my mistress in looks, beauty or intelligence. Whereas I was just an officer worker, mistress was an up-and-coming junior designer at a fashion house.  When you tell people mistress works in the fashion industry, most people would automatically think she was a model. They have good reasons to think so. Mistress has luscious red locks that perfectly complement her striking looks, and a body that would not looked out of place on a supermodel. She also had an imperious nature that only our lord could cracked. 

Mistress threw her towel on my head, an unspoken order for me to stand. I stood up and began to wipe my mistress dry. As my hands went over her naked body, I could feel my arousal increasing. I tried to shut it down as best I could. We may be two naked women in a shower room but tonight only one of us, the more deserving one of us, would have the privilege of our lord’s attention.

Mistress walked out into the bedroom and I followed. I helped the best I could but mistress was my superior in dressing. She knew just how much makeup to put on and just how to match clothes to complement her looks and body. Even on the once a month date night I had with our lord, it was mistress who picked out my clothes and did my makeup. I just try my best not to get in her way.

Once she was ready, she stood in front of the mirror and I was standing slightly behind her. Once again, the differences between us were clear. Even though I was buck naked but for a chastity belt, any man who walked in would without question be lusting over her. The red dress matched her hair perfectly and with the red blush and long eyelashes, mistress looked like she walked out of a fashion magazine. With my small tits, plain face and shapeless body, I felt ashamed to be standing in her presence.

I fell to my knees.

Mistress smiled at my action and I immediately felt my spirits lifted. Being on my knees was my rightful position in this house. We heard a car horning from the driveway. It was our lord and mistress walked towards the door. I followed on my hands and knees.

Mistress put on a pair of high heels and I kissed both of them with my lips. Before she left, mistress kindly told me to have a light dinner and to clean up the house. I bowed my head to the floor as she left and stayed in that position until I heard the car leaving the driveway. Then I stood up and began my cleaning.

Dinner and folding my clothes would have to wait. Mistress had given me an order and I need to clean every nook and cranny of the house before she returned with our lord. If mistress found any dust or dirt anywhere, I would have failed in my duty as a slave wife and punishment would be given. My mistress favoured a cane to my small breasts.

With that in mind, I began my cleaning.  

My Lord & My Mistress

At 6.45am exactly, I quietly walked into my former bedroom. The master bedroom had changed drastically since the last time I slept in here. My former bed and makeup table were gone, the curtain drapes had been changed, and in their place were tasteful replacements bought by my mistress. About the only thing in the room that’s still the same was the walk-in closet. My lord’s cloths still takes up one part of the closet, the other part of course no longer held my clothes but my mistress’s.

I tiptoed to the bed where my lord and his mistress slept. Sleeping side by side, the two of them looked like a prefect couple and I felt a flutter in my heart. Careful not to wake them before I must, I went to the end of the bed and slowly crawled onto it.

As usual, my lord was sound asleep with the blanket covering his lower body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I would see his fit but not too muscular upper body. My body ached to be used by him but I knew that was no longer my place. My mistress, the woman currently sleeping beside him, was the only one who now has that privilege. However, even a slave has some uses.

Slowly I lifted the blanket from my lord. While he did not wear a shirt when he sleeps, like most men my husband does wear pants. I slowly pulled his pants down and see his limp cock. For some reason, my lord disliked wearing underwear when he sleeps. I tried for years to change his habit but it was something he would never do. Now he don’t have to because my mistress accepted him for who he is and had no desire to change him. One of the many reason she, and not me, was sleeping beside him. I pulled my lord’s pants down and began to work.

I started by licking my lord’s balls. Once I felt his cock stiffening, I focused my attention to it. Covering it with my mouth, I was grateful my husband’s cock wasn’t all that big. At best, it was just below average but it was still a cock and I now knew it was a symbol of his superiority to me.  I stoked the member up and down with my mouth and felt a hand on my head. My eyes looked up towards my lord and I saw that he has awoken with a smile on his face.

He was pleased and that meant I was pleased. My heart burst with delight but I knew better than to stop. Quickly, my lord’s cock was full and I felt his hand pulling my hair. Occasionally my husband would come in my mouth and I would drink his seed but today was not one of those days. My husband got to his knees and pushed my face in front of his cock. He came with a flourish, spreading his seed on my face.     

“Good morning Susan”

“Good morning my lord,” I smiled and replied. “Breakfast is ready and waiting.”

“Good work,” my lord said and got out of bed.

I bowed my head as he left. Once he left the bedroom, I greeted my mistress. She was already awake and was laying lazily on the bed. I crawled out the bed and on all fours, crawled to the side of the bed where she slept. I knelt with my knees apart, placed my hands on the floor and lowered my head to the floor.  

“Good morning Mistress”

“Good morning slave,” my mistress said. “You told our lord our breakfast are ready?”

“Yes Mistress”

Mistress slowly sat up on the bed and placed her feet before me. “Head up, slave.”

I raised my head up but made sure my hands and knees were still on the floor. Mistress laughed at my cum-covered face. She used her hands and spread my lord’s cum all over my head. I closed my eyes while my mistress had her fun, then when I did not feel her hands anymore, I opened my eyes. My mistress’s hands who in front of me. I did not need to be given any order.

I started licking her hands. Using my tongue, I tasted my lord’s cum and shivered, unable to fully control my joy. Mistress withdrew her hands and stood. I immediately lowered my head to my superior’s feet, kissing them. I stayed on my knees as she left the room. Once I was sure she was out, I stood up and started to arrange the bed.

Once I was sure the bed was well-made, I walked out to the living room where the dinner table was. I could hear my lord and mistress in the bathroom laughing. They usually bathed together and mistress was giggling at something my lord was saying. I smiled. Mistress and I had an arrangement. It was my duty to serve, and her duty was to make our lord was happy. I was delighted that my mistress was doing her part of the deal. I knelt behind mistress’s chair at the dinner table and waited for the couple to come out. I did not have to wait long.

As usual, my lord came out first with mistress a few steps behind. When they reached the table, mistress pulled out the chair for our lord. Once he was sat, mistress then went to her chair. From my knees, I pulled the chair out for her. Once she sat and breakfast began, I quietly stood up and walked to the kitchen with my head bowed.

For my lord and mistress I had prepared fried noodles with eggs and hot coffee but for me, such luxuries were beyond my station. For myself, I had 2 pieces of bread with jam and a glass of water. I began to eat. Once the quick breakfast was out of the way, I did some light cleaning in the kitchen while waiting for my next order.

“Slave, clean this up.”

I ran back into the hall once I heard my mistress’s order. My lord and mistress were already walking to the bedroom. The dishes were still on the table and I started to bring them back to the kitchen sink. I just about managed to finish cleaning when I heard my mistress called again.

Running back into the hall, I saw my lord in his business suit sharing a kiss with his mistress. A spark of jealousy arose in me that I quickly crushed. I remained myself that I had no right to complain. Before my mistress came, kissing my lord goodbye was never something I did. No wonder I lost my husband to another woman.

I quietly walked towards the couple and knelt. The kiss over, my lord turned to me and smiled. “Goodbye Susan.” I quietly bowed my head to the floor in submission and obedience. I heard the door closed and my mistress giving a big yawn. “Time for us to go to work slave. Go get ready, don’t make me wait.”

My mistress said it with a laugh but I knew it was no laughing matter for me. I stayed on my knees with my head to the ground till I heard the bedroom door opened and closed. I stood up and ran to my room, which was right beside the master bedroom. Between the two rooms, a key hung on the wall and I took the key from its hook.

It was only 7.30am and once I entered my room, I quickly used the key to open my chastity belt. It was the only thing I was allowed to wear at home but with its thick metal bars, there was no way I could go to work wearing it. I then wore my work clothes, a dull ensemble of white shirt with gray skirt. Going to work was the only I wore clothes but I worked as a data entry clerk in a company and appearances wasn’t important. I had forgone makeup years ago and tied my dark raven hair in a ponytail.

I was in and out of my room in 5mins and was glad to see that my mistress wasn’t out yet. The one time my mistress had to wait for me, I had a severe punishment that night. I waited by the door and knelt, patiently waiting for my mistress. I was no longer allowed to drive and depended on my mistress to drive me to and back from work.

I could still feel my lord’s cum over my face and I smiled. Glad that another day was beginning. Glad that I could now serve my lord and mistress.

Shutting Down

Well, the time has come. Google has just send me an email giving notice that my blog "could" be in violation of their policy. I noticed that other blogs with sexual content on them have also been served the notice so I guess Google is cracking down on blogs with sexual content. It's been fun but I guess that's it for this blog. Please visit "Tales of the Veils" or "WOL" for my future stories. Thanks!

The Abandoned (Part 5)

Igor Cummings

To most people on the planet Eridani, paperwork is boring. To Igor Cummings however, paperwork is wonderful. There’s just something in the orderly matter of paperwork that always relaxes him. To him, the time he spent working as an administer in the Central Administration Authors, or the CAA for short, was less of a job, and more of a luxury.

Yes, most men considered him an odd man, but when you are having fun, caring about what other men say was just a waste of time. As for women…well, if the lower beings had any opinions, they wisely left it to themselves. So to Igor, his job as a clerk in the CCA was near perfect as running a city required tons of paperwork and he often brought his work home.

That was what Igor was doing when he felt a presence in his study. Unlike most homes on Eridani, his came with a study. As usual, he was at his desk working when he looked up and saw his wife laying prostate on the floor. Igor was surprised as Kettle knew better than to bother him when he was working. He hid his surprise with annoyance.

“Yes, what is it?” he asked gruffly.

“Master, this one has something to report.” Still lying with her face to the floor, Kettle replied. “This one has committed a grave error and request punishment.”

Now he was beyond surprised. Igor had always thought Kettle to be an excellent wife, that was why he allowed her to work with the foreign women who crash-landed on Eridani when most men would not even considered it. For her to now admit to a fault made Igor wonder if he had made a terrible mistake.

“Explain,” he said.

“Today, this one had carnal relationship with another woman without the permission of her master.”

“Who?”

“The foreign woman known as Lisa Williams.”

Silence reigned in the room as Igor absorbed the information. Like most men on Eridani, Igor couldn’t care less about the relations between women; they were after all lower beings, lacking both the self-control and intelligence needed to lead. However intimate relation between women who were not related was only allowed when their masters allowed it. Kettle should have known better.

No, Igor was sure she did knew better…so why did she had relations with that foreigner? It made no sense. He needed more information.

“Explain yourself slave”

“Today, this one and the foreigner known as Williams went for an evening walk. We went to the outer hill knows as Color Peaks.”

“I know the place. You were there to see the setting sun?”

“Yes we were. As the sun sets, Williams was enchanted by the sight and commented on how beautiful it was. We stayed till the sun finished setting and then went back to her home. The other two foreigners were not at home and we were alone. When it was time for us to part, Williams kissed me.” Kettle stopped. After realizing Igor was not going to comment on the kiss, she continued.  “I responded to the kiss and with our arms around each other, we went to her bed where we took off our clothes.”

“Wait,” Igor had to stop his wife there. “You had sex with her in her bed? You went on a bed without my permission?”

“Yes master,” Kettle immediately replied. “Another error in need of punishment.”

Indeed! On Eridani, women slept on the floor with only a mat or flat mattress for comfort. Like most men, Igor only allowed his wife onto the bed when he wished to fuck her and he knew of men who don’t even allow that. Any fucking was done on the floor as the bed was considered fit only for men. Another thing that made no sense for Igor; why did Kettle did this?

“Continue”

“After our clothes were off, we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed passionately. We then went into what Williams called the 69 position.”

“69?”

“We were just eating each other like normal…” Kettle hesitated before continuing, “well, normal for me at least. Williams seem a little embarrassed by the situation.”

“Why?” Igor was surprised.

“In the UFP, it seems sex between the same gender is…discouraged. I don’t really understand why but Williams said something about it being illogical and against nature.”

Igor had heard rumors that these foreigners have some strange customs, but it was one think to hear about it and another thing to actually experience it. So outside their strange clothing and rude behavior, the foreign women had bought some strange thinking with them as well. Everyone knows sex between women happens all the time, and to Igor it’s strange to hear that there’s nothing wrong with that. Sex between women was very normal, after all they were all lower beings so how can that be unnatural? As for it being illogical…well, they’re women! Since when did women care about logic? Igor did not understand these women; they acted as if they were men.

Once the thought came to him, Igor immediately understood the danger and the truth of these women. In their minds, they were equal to men! Another strange quirk of their culture, but one that was potentially dangerous. What if they start to infect the proper women of Eridani with the idea they were equalt to men and who knows what other dangerous ideas they had bought with them?

Igor stood up immediately. On most homes on the planet, there was a cane in every room and it was no different in his house. Igor walked to the wall where the cane was hung, took it off the wall and walked to where Kettle laid. He did not bother with words and the thrashing began.

Kettle screamed as the cane struck her. Igor aimed the cane at the ass of the woman and held nothing back. This was punishment and she must remember who the Master was and who was the woman. When Igor came back to himself, he realized that he lost time. He did not know how many times he struck her but Kettle was sobbing and unmoving on the floor.

Igor kicked her lightly with his foot and gave an order, “Kneel and show your ass.”

Kettle was in pain but her training overcame it. Slowly, she rose to her knees, spread them apart but made sure her head was still on the floor. Igor went the back of her and pulled down her pants. Taking out his manhood, he entered her.

She screamed in pain as Igor pounded her from behind. The pain from the beating was still fresh but Kettle did not move away. No woman on Eridani would even think of doing something as terrible as to avoid her master. In her mind, Kettle deserved this pain. She was the one in the wrong, and the only regret she had was that the pain prevented her from moving backwards in rhythm with her master to please him better. Igor released inside her. Backing out, he stood up and ordered his woman to clean him.

Kettle turned and started cleaning. As she began cleaning her master’s manhood with her mouth, Igor raise the cane above his head and used it. The cane struck his woman on her back and Kettle grunted in pain. However she did not stop and continued her worship.

This time Igor kept control. He maintained a steady rhythm on his strikes and when he was finally happy with his woman’s work, he stopped. Igor ordered Kettle to stand and took a good look at her.

Kettle was wearing a blue jacket with a pair of black pants and a green scarf covered her head. Her lower face was hidden behind a pink veil but it could not hide the tears in her eyes. Igor did not usually beat her, he never liked it, but discipline must be maintained and they both knew it.

“Why did you have sex with the woman without getting permission from me first?” he asked.

“This one is sorry master. It just happened and…” Kettle’s reply was interrupted by a slap across her face.

“Why did you have sex with the woman without getting permission from me first?” Igor asked again.

This time Kettle took a moment to think. Her master clearly refused to accept that this was something that “just happened”; he wanted a reason and Kettle could only think of one. She steeled herself for further beatings and answered.

“This one…this one was bored master.”

A dozen thoughts went through Igor’s head. He thought of his work and how often he bought them home. He remembered that he had not disciplined his woman for months and that the last time he had used her was weeks ago. Of course, she was bored! Igor realized that he had not been diligent enough. He had neglected his duty and had not done a proper job as master.

The realization embarrassed him and he vowed to do a better job of it in the future. Still, he loved his job and he knew he couldn’t rule out bringing his work home back. Something must be done for Kettle to prevent her from making the same mistakes.

A mischievous thought came to him and Igor quickly dismissed it. However the thought would not go away and in fact grew in his mind. He grinned and this caused Kettle to look at him with a strange expression.

“Slave,” he said to Kettle, “tell this Lisa Williams I want to meet her.”

Meaning Of The Veil

Ling Ling closed her eyes with worry in her heart. Usually, she would be enjoying the wind that was blowing in her face but today was different. She opened her eyes and the sight that greeted her dismayed her.

She was still a distance from the hospital.

Ling Ling flicked the whip in her hand and although the sound of the whip hitting Xiao Fan eased her anxiety a little, it did little to change the situation. They were still far from the hospital and Ling Ling knew all the whipping in the world would do little to change the situation. Xiao Fan, the concubine, was already running as fast as possible.

The day had started normally with both of them greeting their husband as he left for work in the morning. After he had left, Ling Ling instructed Xiao Fan on the chores for the day before taking the children to school. She then met some other wives in the neighborhood for a tea session before the group went on a shopping trip at the mall.

It had been a normal relaxing day.

After the shopping trip, she had returned home to check on Xiao Fan’s work. Normally, the concubine would be on her knees as she opened the door but today, it was a very anxious standing Xiao Fan that greeted her. The concubine quickly informed her that soon after she had left, a phone call came saying that their husband was involved in an accident and was currently in hospital.

The duo quickly left for the hospital but as women, the only mode of transport available to them was the ponycart. The ponycart was a mode of transport that had been around in the country of Songhan since ancient times. Known as a rickshaw in olden days, the ponycart was basically a cart with 2 wheels and two long poles protruding from the front of the cart. Although the name had been changed, neither the design nor the use of the rickshaw/ponycart had. Just like in ancient times, the wife, Ling Ling, was seated on the ponycart while the concubine, Xiao Fan, was pulling it.

Not for the first time in her life, Ling Ling regretted the fact she was a female. If she had been born a male, she would be allowed to drive but as a woman, she was not allowed to even call for a taxi. In Songhan, females just do not go into a vehicle with a male stranger. Even public transport like buses and the subway catered only to men. If women want to go somewhere, they walked or like Ling Ling, use the ponycart. The unfairness of it all ate at her.

Here she was, a beautiful capable woman, and she had to followed ancient traditions set by her ancestors thousands of years ago. Not for the first time in her life, Ling Ling wished to have been born in another country other than Songhan, a country where women were not allowed to be anything other than wives and concubines, servants to their men and slaves to their families.

Ling Ling flicked the whip in her hand again.

Xiao Fan took the whip stoically, not seemingly affected by it. In a way, Ling Ling was pleased with this. She still remembered how poorly the concubine did as the puller of the cart when she first accepted her into the family. Like all concubines of Songhan, Xiao Fan wore a veil that covered the lower half of her face and she wasn't used to pulling the cart with the veil covering her nose and mouth. A problem Ling Ling solved by constant practice and liberal use of the whip.

In the six years since Xiao Fan became the concubine of the family, Ling Ling had trained the concubine with pain and humiliation into a concubine worthy of serving the family. The fact that the concubine was now pulling the cart with little effort was a testament to her training. However the distance they were covering was still not enough to satisfy her.

Ling Ling used the whip again.

After 30 minutes of suffering under the whip, an exhausted Xiao Fan finally reached the hospital. Ling Ling went into the hospital as the concubine parked the ponycart. In the lobby, she was met by the family. Her father-in-law, 2 mother-in-laws, her brother-in-law and sister-in-law were all there and the news was not good.

The accident was serious and her husband was now in surgery. The doctors had refused to tell the family how her husband was doing, only willing to say they would try their best to save him. That was never a good thing. By then, Xiao Fan had arrived and with all the women of the family present, her father-in-law ordered all of them to the hospital shrine to pray for the health of his eldest son.  

It was not an order any of them could refused and Ling Ling reluctantly went along. Never a religious person, Ling Ling nevertheless went through the rituals of respecting her ancestors and begging for help from the Celestial Heavens. Like always, the heavens did not answer her prayers and an hour later, the doctors asked the family to prepare for the worst.

It was then that her sister-in-law, Zong Ying, approached her. As the wives of the family, the two of them had gotten along well despite the differences in their personalities. Unlike Ling Ling, Zong Ying was one of those women who enjoyed their status as servants to their husband and slaves to their family. She firmly believed it was what women were born for and Ling Ling knew her sister-in-law took great joy in her submission to her husband. Ling Ling even suspected that her sister-in-law would be just as comfortable being a concubine as a wife as long as she got to serve her husband. So it surprised Ling Ling little that her sister-in-law would be the one speaking to her.

Death in the family, though unfortunate, was not unusual and the people of Songhan had long since had a tradition for such tragedies. In the event of a death of a male relative, his nearest male relatives were to take over his responsibilities as protector and provider of the deceased’s wife, concubines and children.

So it was with them. Ling Ling’s sister-in-law explained that the men had discussed the matter already and decided that her father-in-law would take Xiao Fan as his second concubine while her husband’s brother would take Ling Ling as a concubine. Their children would of course follow their mothers into their new families. Zong Ying then gave Ling Ling an item to signify her new position; a black veil to cover the lower half of her face.

Women in Songhan had to dress in accordance to the laws. Generally, whether they were wives or concubines, the sumptuary laws were similar. Their heads had to be covered in a black tudong, their bodies had to be covered in a non-fitting white blouse, and they had to wear white socks and black shoes that would make no sound when they walked.

There were however two main differences between wives and concubines. Wives were allowed to wear a black skirt that reaches their ankles while concubines were only allowed to wear pants, and whereas wives were allowed to show their faces in public, concubines must always covered the lower half of their faces with a veil.

The veil Zong Ying gave her was one that was worn only by concubines and Ling Ling knew if she accepted it, it would be her place for the rest of her life. She remembered her trip to the hospital and how freely she was with the whip. If she accepted this veil, she would no longer enjoy the wind in her face but be the one running and pulling, and being whipped by her mistress for her efforts. She would be the one who would never be allowed out of the house without supervision, who could never meet any outsiders without a veil covering her face. The wife of the house was the face the public sees; the concubine was nothing but the faceless servant. That was the meaning of the veil in Songhan.

That would be her fate if she accepts this veil.

Of course, she could reject the veil but the consequences would be harsh. Rejecting the veil meant rejecting the family and she would have to leave, either to a nunnery or back to her birth family. Ling Ling was pretty certain her father would accept her back but it would meant leaving her children behind. As the children of her husband, no court in Songhan would allow her to take her children with her. They must stay with her husband's family. She could leave the family, but her children could not.

Zong Ying touched her on the arm and pointed behind her. Ling Ling turned around and saw that Xian Fan had made her decision. The concubine was now lying flat on the ground with her face facing upwards to the ceiling. Above her, her father-in-law’s concubine was kneeling with her knees on either side of Xiao Fan’s head and her buttocks on Xiao Fan’s face.

Her father-in-law’s concubine in turn had her head bowed to the floor, at the feet of her father-in-law’s wife. This showed Xiao Fan’s new position as second concubine; a woman so low in worth she did not even deserve to be kneeling in the wife’s presence. From this day on, Xiao Fan would be a woman who was only worthy of being stepped on, a doormat for her new husband, new mistress and her new husband’s concubine.

Ling Ling felt for her. Six years ago when her husband became successful enough to warrant a concubine, Ling Ling had carefully selected Xiao Fan for the role. A plain looking woman born to a concubine, Xiao Fan’s score in school was not great. However all her teachers said that she worked hard and knew her place. Xiao Fan knew she was not beautiful enough to be a wife and had instead accepted the role given to her by the Celestial Heavens.

Her teachers were correct. Ling Ling found that although her concubine was not smart, beautiful or even all that capable, young Xiao Fan worked hard and accepted all punishment given to her as encouragement to do better. She was in short, a very good concubine and although Ling Ling was sure she would make a very good second concubine, she can’t help but felt Xiao Fan deserved better.

However Ling Ling wasn’t sure she had time to worry about other people right now. Of course like all women in Songhan, she always knew there was a chance of this happening. That one day, she would lose her position as the wife but that doesn’t mean she expected it to happen. She needed time to think but time was not something she had. Zong Ying squeezed her arm, wanting her to make a decision quickly.

To Zong Ying, this must seem like an easy decision and in a way, Ling Ling knew why her sister-in-law thought so. In Songhan, it was better to be a concubine than a widower and if she wanted to stay with her children, Ling Ling, like all women, didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

With regret, she put the veil on, knelt and bowed at the feet of Zong Ying. From this day forward, Zong Ying would be her mistress.