The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 30 - Virgin On The Ridiculous

“You’re a Vestal Virgin?” I couldn’t help the note of surprise in my voice when I read the label on Miss Spiteful’s costume. As usual, foot in the mouth Ingrid ignored the warning glint in Miss Spiteful’s eye and I murmured to myself; but loud enough for her hear: “Bit late for that isn’t it?”

Miss Spiteful’s voice would have frozen water. “Storm, one of the privileges of a Dominafuhrer is the right to discipline other Doms. I had in the past, occasion to administer corporal punishment to both Stiletto and Solitaire when they disobeyed me or showed a lack of respect. Believe me when I say that I will do the same to you. And I am the Virgo Vestalis Maxima, the chief Vestal Virgin”.

I avoided her eyes and contented myself by picturing her suffering the punishment for any fall from virginal grace by a Vestal Virgin, which was being buried alive.

Miss Spiteful raised her arms and I dropped the white chiffon gown over her head, settled it on her shoulders and smoothed it down over her body. Two thousand years ago the costume would have been made of wool and totally shapeless but this was more figure hugging and low cut but allowing her to wear a white basque and tan stockings underneath. She stepped into a pair of white high heeled shoes and sat down at the dressing table mirror to do her makeup while I tied her hair with white ribbons. My slave costume was just a white version of Kelly’s from the previous night, apart from a cord to tie around the waist and, for underwear, I had settled for  white knickers, suspender belt and tan stockings under my slave belt. There was no point in wearing much more if I was going to be beaten and tortured that evening. I was getting used to the dildo in my anus and I no longer noticed my restrained penis. When we had both finished I donned my white low heeled shoes and, with Miss Spiteful’s permission, sat and smoked a cigarette while we tried to plan for the evening and waited for the appointed time to go downstairs. When I had eventually reported everything that I had overheard that morning to Miss Spiteful, she had sighed and made a face but had put off discussing it until now.

“It’s much as I expected. Sir Geoffrey, who is normally very discrete in his encounters, told me that he was invited to a wine tasting and met this charming young South American who suggested that they go back to his apartment in Mayfair. The next day, Bradshaw turned up at Sir Geoffrey’s office in the city with a full set of bedroom photographs and a signed statement from the young man, who has since disappeared and the flat was of course rented. But the evidence would be enough to send Sir Geoffrey to prison because homosexual acts, even for consenting men, is a criminal offence in this country. But not, surprisingly for Lesbians, because Queen Victoria refused to believe women would ever indulge in such practices. Unfortunately, you, David and Kelly would all be convicted if your legal gender was ever revealed. Anyway, Bradshaw, not only wanted money, but cooperation for events like this and, as you said, information on other misbehaviour in Sir Geoffrey’s world. Kurt, who Sir Geoffrey knew anyway, then turned up and the threat of physical violence was added as well.

They have it well planned; they know that none of their victims can go to the Police without bringing disgrace or the weight of the law on themselves. It wouldn’t surprise me though if Bradshaw and Eva are planning to double cross Kurt because I am sure that, equally he has his own plans to ditch them. Kurt, and now Bradshaw, are out to take revenge on me but knowing that blackmail will not work are targeting the people that I care for; namely you, Kelly and Sherry. Sir Alan Forbes has told me that Sherry’s adoptive parents reported to the Police that she disappeared from home over a month ago but she is over eighteen and the Solicitor chose not tell Sir Alan or me, probably on Kurt’s instructions. I shall certainly be visiting that gentleman before I go home; he was the one that made sure that Sherry got nothing from her father’s estate despite her being his acknowledged child. He might be frightened of Kurt but he has never seen me angry.

As for Mayberry, he was a known pedagogue when I was in London before the war but nothing ever appeared in the press because he always had the protection of powerful patrons until they grew sick of him and he moved onto another one. Churchill refused to have him in the wartime government despite a newspaper campaign and he was an embarrassment to the Conservatives until they gave him a title because they needed his seat. Since then of course, he has called himself the ‘People’s Peer’ but I think that his luck is finally running out.

Kurt has got it for me because of that I remark I made to him in Berlin about knowing where the bodies are buried when I don’t really. The first girl was murdered when I was in New York and Sapphire told me about it later because she knew the family and I was just trying to annoy Kurt because he was the chief suspect in the disappearance of the second girl. I really don’t know what to make of your mystery woman on the telephone; I’ve got more important things to think about at the moment”

Miss Spiteful touched me on the arm, “Storm, I still have a dreadful feeling about this whole affair and I feel badly about the position that you are going to be placed in tonight without Kelly here to help. I am prepared to do anything to protect Sherry but Kurt knows that I am not stupid enough to fall for that plan you heard this morning. He probably said it for Bradshaw’s benefit and, like the snake that he is; he will strike when the opportunity arises. My instructions to you are the same as last night: get Sherry out of here if anything goes wrong. Do you still have that name and telephone number?”

I held up my handbag, “In my address book, which is in here with my car keys and money. I’ll hide this in the hall where I can pick it up if we have to leave in a hurry.”

Miss Spiteful sighed again. “I don’t know what Kurt has got planned for you tonight because he took the key to the Gallery and stood at the door while the staff was moving furniture in and out. As far as I can remember from yesterday, there was another one of his swinging frames and a dentist’s chair with straps”.

I grimaced, it sounded like I would be subjected to beating and close torture. Miss Spiteful was tapping the top of the dressing table with her fingernails.

“Still, we know that Dominic and Clarissa are on his list of victims and he could also choose any of the other slaves, including those that he had dealt with last night”.

Somehow, I didn’t take much consolation from that as we checked our handbags and left the room.

We met Spalding at the top of the stairs, wearing his overcoat and scarf and carrying a pair of folded and pressed red white and blue striped pyjamas. The roll of magazines under his arm was a curious square shape just like the bottle of a well known brand of whisky.     

“Good evening, my ladies”, Spalding gasped, hooking his free elbow around the top post of the banisters while he got his breath back and waved the pyjamas at us. “Just got to deliver these and then I’m off home. Do enjoy the meal if nothing else and do take care”.

“Was it your Grace who cooked the food last night?” I enquired. “If so, it was delicious”.

“Thank, my lady. Grace adapted the menu from a banquet that the second Sir Jeremy gave here to mark the completion of the rebuilding of Southcote Hall. The guest of honour was Sir Robert Walpole, our first Prime Minister. She’s been struggling all day with a book of Roman recipes so I hope that tonight’s will be equally as good”.

“If stuffed dormouse is on the menu, I’m not having any”, I muttered and Spalding half laughed and coughed.

“Oh bless you no, my lady. Grace can’t stand mice in her kitchen dead or alive”.

As we tried to move past him, he released his hold on the post and stood upright.

“I just want to say that, if you need to leave in a hurry, the back door is only on the Yale lock and that my cottage is the first big one in the village that you come to, but any house will open will open their door to you. I’ve also warned my nephew Frank; over at Home Farm, and he and his boys have shotguns”.

Spalding suddenly looked very distressed and every one of his seventy odd years. His bright blue eyes were watering and the shaggy eyebrows were drooping with fatigue.

“There have been some right villains at the hall over the years and these walls have seen every perversion imaginable, and some that are beyond your imagination, but I don’t recall such there ever being such a feeling of evil as there is in here now”.

Spalding was clearly affected by what was going on and was showing his concern for our safety as well as the reputation of the Southcotes, for what that was worth. Miss Spiteful kissed him on the cheek as she went past and I stood on tiptoe to press my lips against his bald pate, allowing him to peer down my open cleavage. On the lower half of the staircase, I looked back up to see him knock on Lord Mayberry’s door and then enter.

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