Diva in Disguise Chapter 15

Consuela crossed the room and took an elaborate white dress out of the closet. I had enough of my wits remaining to notice that it was tea-length, with a ruched bodice and layers and layers of tulle. I was dumbfounded to realise it was in the style of a bride’s dress from a bygone era. I could not conceive of anything less appropriate, but I was too dazed to make any protest. Somehow I was gotten to my feet by the maid so the garment could be slipped over my head. Encompassed by its delicate folds, I swayed as she turned me around to fasten the zipper.

“This was Mrs Bell’s for her first marriage” explained Consuela. “It is old now but still very beautiful. We must take good care of it.” As a finishing touch she knelt to make sure the hem of the garment was evenly spaced.

Merely to stand was difficult and I swayed dangerously as Consuela took her time making finicking adjustments until all was evidently to her satisfaction.

Her parting words were “Stay still. I’ll go and get Mrs Bell.”

Aware of my precarious condition, she propped me against one of the bedposts before leaving the room.

Self-preservation alone made me want to obey though I don’t quite know how I managed to remain upright. My senses were dimmed and everything around me seemed detached, unreal. My arms felt like jelly and my legs felt like they were outside of my control. Distantly, I heard her calling “Madame, madame! Miss Jennifer is ready for you now.”

An interval elapsed. Hearing Madeleine’s voice, I became dully aware that she had entered the room. “Thank-you Consuela, you have done well. I’ll deal with this now. You may leave us.”

My head felt so heavy I wanted to cradle it in my hands, but my arms hung limp and useless. I gazed at the woman helplessly.

“No need for concern, Jennifer. The preparation you have been given is quite benign. It has very few side effects. You feel a little odd at this moment and in the morning, you may have a little headache. But we can’t have you falling asleep now, can we? You have much ahead of you this night. There!”

I was unprepared for the sharp jab in my arm that followed.

What?

“Just a little prick” laughed she, tauntingly, “like something else I could mention, but you are in need of stimulation and it will serve that purpose!”

She continued to gloat. “Does my old bridal gown help you comprehend how you made me feel on that horrible day, when you tortured and humiliated me. Imagine how hurtful it would be, dressed up for what should be the crowning glory of your remaining years, when the cup of happiness is dashed from your lips and in its place is substituted the abiding tastes of misery and ridicule. Did you think all has been forgiven? Never! Now it is your turn to experience the bitterness I felt and still feel.”

I tried to answer, to explain, to plead my youth and inexperience, that I’d had no wish to hurt her, but I couldn’t speak. My tongue seemed to be stuck to the roof of my mouth. Probably the injection I’d been given was having an effect as my body had become rigid. There was now no longer any difficulty in remaining erect.

The woman continued to scold, working herself into a rage as she did so. It was hard to focus on her words, but I was left in no doubt that what she was out for was revenge. How long I had to endure I cannot say but as for resistance, it was entirely beyond my power. Under the tirade of anger that beat upon me I fell into a dumb stupor. I hardly heard one word in three.

Eventually the torrent subsided and silence prevailed. When I summoned the strength to raise my eyes, I found that I was alone. I sank down onto the bed grateful for that small mercy. Time passed. Finally, I lost consciousness and succumbed to sleep, albeit with troubled dreams.

When I regained full wakefulness, the sun was high in the morning sky and the events of the previous night had been lost as in a blur. I could recollect nothing clearly. Deep down, however, I had the feeling that something was awfully wrong.

My head was splitting. I sat up and took in my surroundings. I was still dressed in the white lingerie which Consuela had hooked me into the previous day. Of the elaborate white gown, there was no sign. I tried to remember what had taken place the previous evening, but my memories were full of blanks.

I was clear about everything, up to the point where Madeleine had left me and I was alone. Then there was a complete void in my recollections. Vaguely I recalled that as I lay there stupefied, another person had entered the room. I couldn’t remember whom and for some reason I felt a strong reluctance to probe in that direction. I was about to give the thing up when a faint trace of perfume came to my notice. I knew that fragrance. Its presence jogged my memory; a memory… of… of... Karen! Yes, there was no mistaking that scent.

In panic, I mentally cudgelled my brain. How had she come to be there? It was no use. I was unable to catch hold of the fleeting wisp of recollection. My head ached with the effort and I put my hand to my brow.

At that moment a voice broke in upon my reverie. “For heaven’s sake, don’t sit there. Come back to bed!”

I was not alone! I half-turned to confirm my worst fears and encountered Karen’s smile. It had taken on a gloating quality as she lay immodestly behind me. It was as if a nightmare had become a reality. How long had she been there?

She answered my unspoken question. “Another night together! Sleeping with me is getting to be a habit, isn’t it? Don’t look so shocked darling. It’s not as if it was our first time. Come back to bed, lover!”

The girl threw back the bedclothes as she gave the invitation, removing any doubt that might remain regarding the little she was wearing. Apart from stockings and garters she was naked.

Dumbly I shook my head.

Karen pouted. “Not in the mood? Well, well! Any other girl would be put out at being slighted like that, but I don’t bear grudges. In any case, last night was much more satisfying than the previous occasion, you tiger, you. I can wait.”

She flounced from the bed, leaving nothing to my imagination. Picking up her discarded nightie she slipped it over her head and wriggled delightedly until its diaphanous folds had fallen below her waist. Finally, and with an airy wave, she disappeared through the door.

I had been unable to tear my eyes away from her figure when it was before me and found to my disgust that my little member had made an all too predictable and undesired response. Why did she still have that effect on me? In an attempt to free myself of the image that seemed to be branded on my retina, I opened my eyes wide and took a more detailed inspection of my surroundings.

Though I had stayed in this house oftentimes before I had had little reason to visit this imposing room. My guesses concerning Madeleine’s uses for such a chamber were upheld by the silken ties which adorned each post of the bed. I checked the various drawers and opened the closet but could find nothing for me to wear. I shuddered to note the contents of some of the former which didn’t bear investigation. I really wasn’t into that bondage thing.

Beside the fourposter bed were a pair of side tables. A carafe of water stood on one of the tables and I drank several glasses. That helped quieten the jackhammer that was pounding between my temples. The lingerie Consuela had fastened around me kept digging uncomfortably into my ribs, but I hadn’t much choice other than to leave it in place. I had nothing else to wear.

This was too much! I had resolved to go in search of the maid and demand the return of my own clothing so I could make my escape when a footfall outside the door checked my progress. I looked up to see not Consuela, but the mature figure of the lady of the house entering the room. She was simply dressed in a pencil skirt and top.

“How is our blushing bride this morning?”

My frustration bubbled over. “Madeleine, what were you thinking?” I spluttered. “How could you give me dope me like that? The drink! The injection! You can’t get away with treating me like this.”

My protests sounded feeble in my ears. There was much more I could have said but it was hard to know where to start. To my surprise my persecutor seemed in no way perturbed by my outburst. She calmly held up her hand for silence, smiled an unnatural smile and spoke.