Agnes - Friday morning

When Frederick began to massage her leg, Agnes felt herself drop into a pleasure zone. She adored being touched in this way and would take as much of it as he was willing to offer. When he pulled her into a sitting position on the side of the bed, her body readily complied.

She liked the fact that he was telling her what to do. It felt very right to her for she had no ideas herself in this situation. She went into the bathroom and took off her clothes and placed them on a hanger she found. Once alone, she took a few moments to metaphorically ‘pinch herself’. Was this really happening to her? She felt giddy with excitement and hugged herself.

She loved his bathroom. It was simple with neutral tiles on the walls and darker ones on the floor. His towels were thick and dark chocolate brown. His soap was handmade with the hint of vanilla and the shampoo and conditioners were matching bottles and expensive looking. Everything was spotlessly clean. She felt so indulged.

By the time Agnes had her shower and washed her hair, she felt fresh and clean. She put a towel around her body and one around her wet hair. She walked into the bedroom, all the way this time and saw that Frederick had laid out something for her to wear on his bed, as he had said he would. She picked up the garment, surprised that he should have something for her to wear at all really and delighted that she should find it so appealing.

It was a cotton shift of a pink and white design. She took off the towel from around her body as well as the towel around her hair and put the shift over her head. In his long mirror she surveyed herself and liked the look. She felt good in it. It was the sort of garment that she imagined she might wear if she were ever to go to an island. She was aware that she was wearing no bra or panties but she tried to think of the shift as like a nightgown. She never wore panties or bra under those either.

Agnes returned the towels to the bathroom and then attended to her hair as best she could. She saw no comb or brush. She did find some moisturizer and she was pleased to moisturize her face even if she had no makeup to apply. She hung the towels up straight and even on the towel rack. Her mother had trained her well in the art of being a good guest. With a quick check of her appearance in the mirror she ventured out into the hall.

Agnes could see Frederick sitting at his desk and she wanted to be reassured that she looked all right. “How does this look?” She felt a little self conscious when he gestured to her to display herself but she turned in a circle as instructed, rather enjoying his focus and pleased by his obvious approval.

“I think I...” she began, but he put his finger to his mouth and shushed her. Agnes stopped talking mid sentence, confused. She didn’t know what to do and she simply stood there feeling embarrassed.

When Frederick began to do her hair, she melted; putty in his hands. She wondered if he had any idea the positive effect that this was having on her. She stayed perfectly still and would let him do whatever was his pleasure. When he turned around and with gestures asked if this was what she had intended to ask about, Agnes instinctively put her palms together and bowed in much the same way she once saw a geisha girl bow in a movie. She liked this game more than she dare let on.

When Frederick led her to the kitchen table and took a piece of rope which he wound around her waist twice, she was silently mesmerized. His comment that they may need the rope later enticed her and aroused her in ways she had never before imagined. At no point did she have the slightest desire to question him or to object. Why would she object to something she found so pleasing and so right? The shrug of the shoulders was merely to keep him off the scent; from knowing how much she loved it all.

To be fed nutritious food, prepared by Frederick himself and on her behalf gave her a warm glow and she happily ate the delicious but simple fare in silence. She also was happy to sit in silence on the couch where he placed her whilst he readied himself for the day. She was in her own little bubble of excitement and anticipation and sitting still and silent was the perfect thing to do as she contemplated her situation.

Yet as she waited, thoughts and questions began to flood her mind and when she saw Frederick she had an impulse to speak that she did not ignore. But, the moment she began to form a sentence he corrected her by putting a finger to his lips. Again, she silenced herself mid sentence, a little annoyed with herself for giving in to her impulse so easily.

He gestured to her to put on her sandals and then he led her out the front door onto a broad balcony and down the spiral stairway into the garden below. Her heart was pounding. Only when she felt she might asphyxiate did she remind herself to breathe.