His Will, My Desire #1 - Intrigue

by Anita Dobs

  She knew she had a few more hours before she met Philip, and the bath was something she knew she just had to try. Taking her clothes off, she slid her toe into the hot water first, and then put the rest of her slender body into the water and lay down. She realized why having a bath was so totally different from having a shower, and she felt totally enveloped in the warmth. Looking down at her own perfect body, she watched the petals floating over her and teasing at her breasts. Victoria closed her eyes and allowed the sensation and fragrance to fill her, as she thought about what Philip had planned for later. Gradually, Victoria drifted off.

  She awoke with a start, with the daylight now gone and dusk replacing it. Quickly, she got out of the bath, worried that she might have missed the date with Phillip. On the bathroom carpet she felt herself shiver, and goosebumps appeared on her body, and then, she happened to look at herself in the full length mirror. She saw her perfect body with rose petals all over it, now stuck to her, and for a moment, even she was quite stunned, briefly not recognizing herself. Wrapping a towel around herself, she went into the bedroom and happened to see an envelop on the bedside table beside the frilled lamp that she hadn't noticed before. Picking it up she opened it, getting the paper slightly wet. Inside she saw a handwritten note from Phillip:

  'Dear Victoria,

  I hope the room is to your taste. You will find some lingerie and clothes I wish you to wear in the wardrobe. My driver will be picking you up later, as I'm sure you are already aware. Don't disappoint me.

  Regards,

  Philip Clarigdale

  'Don't disappoint me', what exactly did that mean, she wondered, as with the letter still in her hand she walked over to the wardrobe. Looking through her clothes, she found some lingerie and an outfit she'd not seen before. Pulling the outfit still on the hanger out of he wardrobe by the hem, she realized it was a seductive off-the-shoulder shimmering red Victorian dress with black lace, exactly the kind of thing a courtesan of the time would wear, yet not being so revealing as to suggest the woman wearing it was not also a lady, albeit a lady with some rather sensual tastes. The lingerie beside it was quite different however. Again, it was fashioned from the era, but was most definitely the lingerie of a lady of the night, the kind of woman who reveled in her own sordid sexuality. Victoria put the lingerie on, the upper part was a bodice with laces on the reverse that went all the way from her waist to her upper-back. It was difficult to tie it herself, but she managed by stretching her hands behind her neck and pulling tightly, and as soon as she did, she felt her breasts push upwards and outwards, making them appear much larger than they actually were. The stockings had old-fashioned garter belts at the top, and she slipped them on and fastened them before putting the lace panties on that she then noted had an opening right over her vagina. She was curious as to why Philip wanted her to wear them, it wasn't exactly as if she was going to deny him, she knew she'd quite happily remove her underwear for him upon his command anyway. The dress was exactly her size, yet, as Victorian in style as it was, it only emphasized her breasts all the more.

  Walking to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror, and realized she now matched her surroundings, but there was one thing missing, her hair in the correct fashion of the time. Getting some hairpins from her bag, she sat down in front of the pewter dressing table and used the mirror placed on it to put her hair up. Philip wouldn't be expecting that, she giggled to herself, starting to feel quite intoxicated by the whole affair. With her hair finished, and a few strands hanging down as if she had just been roughed up slightly, Victoria knew Philip wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her, and neither would anyone else for that matter.

  She paced up and down the room and wondered how a Victorian woman should speak and act, and attempted a few slight curtseys while holding the dress up at the sides, and then the phone rang. Her butler told her the car was waiting for her at the front of the hotel. Victoria couldn't leave the room fast enough, and realized just as the door shut, that she'd forgotten to take her handbag with her, something she never forgot to do as all her cosmetics she might need were in there. But she didn't care at that moment, and went down the stairs realizing that getting the elevator was somewhat pointless. In the Victorian era before elevators, the most expensive rooms had been located on the second floor, so the hotel patrons wouldn't have to walk up so many floors. Descending the stairs, a few customers with their baggage beside them at the reception desk did a double take when they saw her. Holding her dress up, she gracefully reached the lobby and greeted the driver that she'd seen earlier. All eyes were on her, and it seemed as if the place had gone silent and everyone had stopped doing what they had just been attending to, even the staff.

  The drive didn't take long, and Victoria arrived at the Savoy, a hotel that was more famous for its dining than perhaps as a residence. Located on the banks of the river Thames, the Savoy had seen such illustrious guests such as Katherine Hepburn and Winston Churchill in previous years. As she walked inside onto the black and white checked marble floor, she saw Philip waiting for her in his black dinner jacket and bow tie. He smiled at her as she approached him, but didn't seem to look as impressed with how she looked as she had thought he'd be. Holding his arm out for her to link onto hers, he led her to the riverside restaurant.

  “Philip, you don't seem surprised by how I look.” Said Victoria, trying to search his eyes for the answer.

  “I'm not.” He said matter-of-factly.

  “Why?” Victoria asked, feeling everything she'd done had gone to waste.

  “Because I've already imagined you dressed like this a thousand times.”

  Victoria felt herself catch her breath, and followed Phillip to the seats, past a couple already dining in the refined ambiance. Finally being seated and ordering the food, Victoria decided to press Philip for answers, but what she hadn't reckoned with was the way she felt when she looked at him. His eyes seemed to shimmer, and his stiff posture and full mouth was hypnotic every time it moved to speak to her. Each time he talked, it was measured and concise, Philip Claringdale didn't like to waste words, that much was already apparent to Victoria, and it only added to the impact when he did actually decide to say something. She was so used to men telling her everything about themselves to try to impress her, but with Philip, she always felt he was holding back. She could have said his actions spoke louder than his words, but actually the effect was that because he spoke so few words, it meant that when he did speak his voice was awash with authority. Sitting in front of him, she felt herself turning into a little girl again, worrying about what she should say and how she should say it. She didn't want his disapproval, but the past two weeks had been so difficult for her that she steeled herself to speak anyway.

  “Philip.” Victoria said, toying with her glass and not looking him in the eye, “You do realize I may be pregnant don't you?”

  She looked up at him, wanting to see some sign of his feelings in his expression, but Philip's face remained set in stone,

  “It has only been two weeks Victoria.” He said.

  'Only two weeks' thought Victoria, those two weeks had been some of the longest weeks in her life. But that was it, the conversation about the subject was over, and Victoria felt too nervous, and now silly, to continue it.

  “Do you know why I put you in the Cora Pearl suite Victoria?”

  “Because she was a prostitute? And you regard me as such.” Victoria said, being sarcastic and wanting to get a rise out of him.

  “No my dear. Because she was one of us.”

  “Us? Who is 'us'?” Victoria asked, curious as to the allusion.

  Philip looked away and called for the waiter to bring him some wine. Putting the glass to his lips he took a sip and placed the glass down on the table again, circumspectly, before sitting back and eying Victoria carefully once again.

  “Cora Pearl was a courtesan to royalty, in France and in England. She was also an actress who was outrageous in her sense of fashion, and her sens
e of theatrics when exposing her body.”

  “What does all this have to do with me Philip?” Victoria asked.

  “Not every woman can enter the higher levels of society I am bringing you into Victoria.”

  Philip leaned forward and made sure only Victoria could hear him.

  “Tonight another part of your training will begin. But you will never be able to speak of it to anyone outside of the group.”

  “What group?” She asked him, feeling more confused and forgetting all the questions she had been planning to ask.

  “For centuries royalty has run things, even after the establishment of republics, we have influenced everything from behind the scenes. But we only allow certain people into our midst. This is why you must continue your training, so I can fully trust you and know that you will not betray me, or them.”

  Victoria ate some of her steak au poivre thinking about what Philip had said. She knew Philip was part of the aristocracy in England, but didn't really know what the connection to other families was. She'd just thought the monarchy was now no more than an antiquated feudal system, that at best, drew tourists to a country, and at worst, was somewhat pointless and impotent, but if what Philip was saying was true, that was far from the case.

  Victoria didn't know what to make of it all, but didn't want it to end. If Philip wanted her to do something, she would, but quite what that was, was what challenged her sense of security. To never know what he was going to do or tell her to do next, was its own kind of addiction though, and Victoria sat there listening to Philip telling her about a way of life she could only dream about.

  All of a sudden, Philip moved his chair around to Victoria's and sat beside her as he continued talking, and then he said,

  “I want your face to remain expressionless.”

  “Huh? Why?” Asked Victoria, wondering what the point of that would be.

  “Just do as you are told.” Philip commanded.

  Victoria figured that it wouldn't be too hard, but then felt Philip's hand pull her dress up under the table, and then slip up along her inner-thigh. Now she realized why she was supposed to remain expressionless. Philip continued to talk to her, but he was talking about how he'd felt when he'd punished her previously and had his cock up her back-passage, and how it felt truly amazing to be inside her there, the feeling of her soft and pearly skin on his hands every time he spanked her, and how she would be his perfect submissive, but that he was going to force her to learn more. As he said all of this, and Victoria looked into his eyes that were now close to hers, with his breath almost upon her, his hand reached into her panties. It was then that Victoria knew why he had made her wear ones with an opening over her now moist vagina. Philip slipped the material to the side while still talking, and stroked his finger tip along the soft ridge of her lips, taking some juice from the base close to her opening, and then using it to make the rest of her sensitive. Victoria carried on looking at him intently, willing her face to remain expressionless but wanting to open her legs fully and scream for more. Looking over at the other diners, worried that they surely must know what was going on in front of them, they only gave her a cursory glance, and Philip then found her clitoris and gently pulled her mound up, exposing it to his finger. He began his slow circular movement around it, whispering to her,

  “You like that don't you, my whore.”

  “Y..ye.. yes master.” Victoria managed to get out, and then set her face expressionless again. Somehow she liked the term 'whore', she knew it wasn't 'P.C', but then again, having a mans hand up her skirt in the middle of a full restaurant of impeccable taste wasn't very P.C either. It only seemed to thrill her more, and Philip moved his face slightly closer to hers, as he could see she was dying to kiss his full lips, but he knew she wasn't able to with all the people around, and this only made him feel more in control of her. He continued to talk to her and his words became more coarse, uttering obscenities and telling her many sexual acts he wanted her to perform on her. It was a total contrast to his position as a peer of the realm, and to look at him, you'd never know it was within him. But Victoria now did. As his fingers continued to search her, he told her he was going to take her to a meeting of royals where she was to be the center of attention, but she must do everything he commanded. They were all looking forward to meeting her, he said. A waiter walked past and Victoria became nervous when he then filled Philip's glass while his hand was still teasing her, but Philip remained composed and then just said.

  “Thank you. That will be all.” To the waiter, as he then walked off none-the-wiser to what was happening under the table in the Savoy that evening.

  After what seemed like an age to Victoria, Philip finally withdrew his hand and she heaved a deep sigh of desire, mixed with relief that the test was over and she could finally squish her legs closed in unquenched frustration,

  “Did I pass Philip?”

  “Oh yes my girl, but this was only our starters. The main course comes later.”

  Philip payed the bill with his credit card and escorted the still wet Victoria out to the car. Inside, Philip produced a black silk blindfold.

  “Why do I need that Philip?” Victoria asked him, seeing him bring it up to her eye level.

  “It's necessary.” Was all that Philip said as he tied it around her eyes.

  The car drove for what seemed like twenty minutes, with Philip silent and Victoria trying to make out where she was by the sounds of the traffic outside. Finally, she heard what sounded like a large metal gate being opened as the car ground to a halt and then slowly drove on again. Philip guided her by the arm out of the car after it had stopped, and into what she knew was a building, and then removed her blindfold. Surrounding her, in what looked like a large kitchen, were several servants in uniform, waiting for instructions. Straightening his dinner jacket, he told her that the servants were going to 'prepare' her, and just to do everything they told her to do. He said that tonight she was going to make quite an entrance, just like Cora Pearl had all those many years ago to a shocked and excited group of important people, royal people. Philip then added one thing as Victoria stood there looking up into his eyes and wanting him,

  “When you get up there, you do not speak until you are spoken to, and most importantly, you obey everything I say for the duration of this night, your first night as a submissive ready to meet her peers.”

  Victoria nodded, and Philip leaned down and kissed her on the lips for a lingering few moments, with her trying to push herself into him, but him repositioning her body slightly away from himself,

  “Not now.” He simply said, and touched her cheek and walked out of the side door leading to some stairs she could see, as the door closed by itself behind his tall figure as it became a shadow.

  As soon as he had gone, the servants started undressing her. It was lucky she was used to strangers undressing her as a model, she thought, as otherwise all of this would probably unnerve her. They slipped each piece of clothing off without speaking to her and lay each carefully on a nearby table until she was totally naked, her perfect body leading some of the male servants to linger in their gaze, before realizing they were doing so, and averting their eyes. A woman who had been standing to the side just watching, then came up to her with what looked to Victoria like large make-up bag many make-up artists possessed. She wiped off all of Victoria's make-up, and then took a large a tube of something she'd not seen before. The woman then said,

  “This may feel a little cold, but don't worry, it'll soon adjust to your body temperature.”

  With that, she squirted some gold colored liquid onto the palms of her hands and began to rub it all over Victoria's body, from her toes all the way up to and on her face. Victoria looked down and saw her body covered in shining gold, and turned the palms of her hands over and saw the same. After a few minutes the sticky texture had gone and the woman was finished,

  “There, if that doesn't impress them, I don't know what will.” The woman said.

  Na
ked and gold, Victoria watched as the man who seemed like the head butler ordered the others to go to fetch 'the platter'. Victoria was already full and certainly didn't need another dinner, but when several men came back into the kitchen with a body length solid gold platter with nothing on it, she started to get the picture. Placing it on a long table, she was told to lie down on it, with herself facing upwards and to remain still at all times. She would be carried into the dining room, she was told. Feeling strange, she climbed on the table with the help of one of the men present and felt the cold feeling of the metal on her back. Then, 'hors de'oeuvre's', of deviled eggs, tongue toast and canape's where brought and placed carefully on the length of her body, with two also placed on her nipples, and another, just covering her vagina. Four butlers then lifted the platter up to shoulder height, with Victoria still on it hoping they wouldn't drop her, and they then followed the head butler who walked ahead of them. Victoria got the impression that wherever she was, it was a large place, as they walked down several hallways with high ceilings before they entered a large ballroom. She could hear there were men talking in the room, many in fact, and then all she heard was silence as they all obviously saw her arrival. She wanted to look around but knew she was unable to, yet longed to catch sight of Philip. She then heard wild cheers coming from the men, as they clapped and heard one saying,

  “Bravo Philip! She's a masterpiece!”

  That reassured her. He was there. Nothing would go wrong while he was there to protect her, she knew. The platter with Victoria on was placed down on a table in what seemed like the center of the room. She heard musicians and what sounded like a ball taking place. She was at some kind of event or party, but what kind of event it was, was what made her curious, but she remained motionless. Shortly, some men came around the table looking at her and taking food off her body as they looked at her. Then Philip also came beside her and started talking to one man,