Montie’s Turn

Chapter 2

Chapter 2Ten years earlier

Almost five years ago, I had started at Clayton Industries as the Head Host of the San Francisco Shaded Parlor and worked there approximately two years until it got running well, and they decided to make even more Parlors around the world. I transferred to Paris for about six months, then down to Los Angeles until it, too, was on the road. That’s when JuliAnn and Allen decided that that was time to rethink Clayton Industries. People’s jobs (and pay) were rethought, and titles were attached to certain positions. My job, as Vice President of Expansion, was to start new Parlors and make sure they ran well. It included a salary, not an hourly wage. So here I am, following them around the world.

Until then, I had a much easier job: make and keep Mistress Vivienne Morningdale happy.

I’d been working for the Senior Director of one of her companies; the Philadelphia office of Morningdale Financial Services Worldwide. I’d heard about her through my boss for several years. She was the owner of the company but was on a medical sabbatical somewhere in Europe. I’d been working there quite a while when one day, into the office strode the most magnificent women I’d ever seen. Her bearing was regal, almost majestic, and her style had more grace than anyone I’d ever met. She was much taller than me, almost five ten, and had a lithe body that made clothes look more decorative than concealing. She was beautiful. I think I fell in love with her at that moment, but I made the mistake of calling her Vivian.

“Mais no, cherie,” she said with a smile. “Not Viv-ian. It’s Vivi-enne. The accent is on the last syllable. And never just Viv.” She shook her head quickly as if trying to dislodge something distasteful. I melted into her thick French accent.

I listened as she and my boss discussed the office and how things were going. Then they started discussing her health. She’d been in Prague battling a form of uterine cancer. She refused to say much except that they told her she was cured and could return to her work. Her work was overseeing the companies she owned, all Financial Services companies around the world: Paris, Rome, Casablanca, Sao Paulo, Yokohama, and five other offices in the United States. After she had left that day, my boss informed me that I had just met the richest woman in the world. With what she had inherited and what she had invested and earned, she was worth several hundred billion dollars. Billion, with a B. She could buy anything she wanted and go wherever she chose.

Then Vivienne started calling me for reports and updates, even some from a few other of her offices around the country. Finally, she invited me to come to dinner instead of mailing large reports or transferring them electronically. So I drove out there. I’d never seen such opulence in my entire life. My little Toyota seemed like a toy, compared to the Rolls Royce, and the Ferrari she had in her garage.

We sat down to dinner in her huge dining room. The table could have sat many more, but it was just the two of us. A maid served the meal, and I was quite surprised that she talked to her maid as if she was a family member. She didn’t talk down to the woman and even joked a few times.

Vivienne explained that a lot of her furniture and belongings had been in storage for the past many years and hadn’t been completely unpacked, she found it hard to find things. She made a few jokes about whipping things into shape and tying up loose ends, and, somehow, we started talking about doing those things to people, which led to talk about the Leather community.

I’d been into the b**m world a bit but nothing really serious. I had dated a woman who loved to be tied up and wanted me to learn how so we could do that together. I’d gone to a few meetings and play parties with her, but we only lasted together about six or seven months. Vivienne, however, seemed to know a lot about it. She said that she had learned about it in her native France, and that she had apprenticed with one of the most honored Dommes in the country.

Later that week I was fired.

The reasons didn’t make sense to me. It seems there was other stuff I should have been doing, but I neglected it. If that were so, why didn’t he just tell me that I wasn’t up to par and what I was missing? My boss wasn’t saying anything logical. Even the look in his eyes seemed out of place. I couldn’t understand why. So I went right to the top to find out what was really going on.

“Why don’t you come out and spend some time and we’ll discuss it,” Vivienne said, when I called her.

So I drove out to her estate again.

“Yes, I told him to fire you,” she admitted when I sat down to talk to her. “I have other work I want you to do.”

She showed me around her estate. It was massive. There must have been ten bedrooms, not all completely furnished at that time. We finally ended up in the basement which was her b**m playroom. The next thing I knew, she had me up against the wall with her hands and lips taking everything I had. That night I fell even more in love with Mistress Vivienne Morningdale.

The experience was beyond anything I had ever imagined. The pain and the pleasure were so interwoven that I was totally overcome. I realized sometime in the middle of all that that I’d do anything she asked. I stayed that night and the next.

Two days later, we sat down to discuss what had happened.

“All right, Montgomery, this might be the crossroads of your life. First: I never seduce an employee, but I wanted you. That is why you were fired. Now, you can have your job back at a slight raise in pay, to make up for the inconvenience, however we will never be together again…or…you can move in here with me and be my assistant and collared s*x slave. The choice is yours.”

A choice? It didn’t seem that way at all. I knew immediately what I wanted to do, but was it what I should do? Hadn’t slavery been outlawed more than a century and a half ago? Why would anyone volunteer to be a slave, even a s*x slave? I’d have to think this through. Maybe I should try it at least.

I went home and agonized about it for a few days. At first, I felt manipulated. She’d had me fired just so she could have me in her bed? That was wrong! Wasn’t it? But now, I could have my job back, with a raise. Of course, I’d never be with her again. I’d never feel her touch or kiss her lips.

Why had I left there? What had I really experienced in the past few days? She was an incredible woman and made me feel wanted and that I had a function in life. For the first time in my life, I had a purpose.

My main problem had been that I had no ambition. All I wanted was a job that paid enough to keep me housed and fed. I’d fallen into the administrative assistant job at Morningdale Financial almost by accident. I had been placed there by a temp agency, then offered the job full time. I’d been there for a couple years before Vivienne came home. I didn’t love the job, but it was easy for me and gave me enough money to relax in the evenings and on weekends and go out to have fun. At least my Bachelor of Fine Arts was doing something for me, and I was good at it. Probably too good at it.

So I signed her contract for a trial six months with the stipulation that at the end of six months, I could either sign another extended contract or walk out with a half year’s salary, as a gift, free and clear, with no taxes, but I would never be allowed back. So I moved in. At the end of the month, I gave up the house I was renting to my roommate and left my car there. I should have sold it, but a part of me needed to hang on to certain things just in case. Should I trust that after only one week? Only one month? I’d rethink it as the contract began to expire.

And so, I settled into being her shadow, slave, helper, whatever she needed or wanted. I went wherever she went and did what she needed done. In exchange, I spent most nights in her bed or her playroom, the rest in my own private room. She bought me whatever clothes she thought suited the places we were going. Most of it was better quality than I would have bought for myself. I had never thought to splurge on designer suits and dresses. I almost fainted when she bought me a suit whose price tag read thirty-five hundred dollars. Well, it didn’t really have a price tag because clothes that expensive never did, but I saw the receipt. The suit was gorgeous, but I dreaded ever spilling something on it.

Now, instead of being the administrative assistant to the head of an office of Morningdale Financial, I was the administrative s*x slave to the owner of Morningdale Financial. I still wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life but traveling around the world on her tail was an easy gig, and the s*x and perks were fantastic.

One thing always bothered me, although I tried to put it out of my mind. She was always reading reports and checking the internet to see what some woman named Clayton was doing. Ms. Clayton was the founder of a special bar and restaurant down in Baltimore. The bar was for anyone who didn’t feel at home in your average corner beer joint. The prices of the drinks were higher because the quality of the booze was much better. Vivienne checked on how it was doing almost every day and had several friends call her to say they had gone there and what was happening.

I read one note from a Stan Watson from DC who wrote, I have never had such good service or such a dry martini. Julianna has made quite a wonderful place for herself. I read the advertising for their restaurant and finally filled out a request for dinner reservations for my boy and me for next weekend. I understand the waiters are naked! I’m sure it will be worth the fifteen hundred. Will let you know.

I finally asked her who this Clayton woman was.

“She used to be my slave,” Vivienne said. “She was collared to me for about five years. I released her and left her here when I had to go to Prague for my treatments. I gave her some money to get her started and I want to see what she’s done with it.”

That seemed logical.

“I almost killed her, you know,” Vivienne confessed to me. “I still feel really bad about it, even after all these years. That’s one of the reasons I gave her money when I left. I left her chained in the playroom to teach her a lesson because she’d lost one of my sapphire earrings.”

“Not the ones that were your mothers?” I asked.

“Those very ones but I guess she found it when she was packing because she returned it to my lawyer.” She took a deep breath. This seemed hard for her to admit. “I’ve never gone off and left a sub alone in a no escape situation before and I never will again, so don’t worry.”

“Good Heavens, Vivienne. What happened?”

“I went to my lawyer, Joyce Milford’s office to sign some papers, expecting I’d be right back, but I suddenly found myself with incredible pain in my stomach. It had been bothering me all night, but I just thought it must have been indigestion, maybe constipation. Suddenly, I couldn’t sit, I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t even walk around. I wanted to lie down and writhe in pain and I was burning with fever. I was taken to the hospital and rushed right into surgery. I had a ruptured appendix. The infection had been going through my body. I woke up two days later and realized what I’d done, so I had to get someone over there immediately. Joyce went right over to the house and found Julie starving to death, still chained where I’d left her.”

I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. She was always so careful, so caring. “You must have felt terrible. Didn’t you call her when you came back?”

Vivienne shook her head with a look of sadness. “No, I figured she was doing well and didn’t need my interference. Besides, she had built a reputation for herself as a knowledgeable Dominatrix, so I knew she could never be my slave again.”

I didn’t add my thoughts but if they’d been that close, maybe JuliAnn would have wanted the interference. You ever know if you don’t ask.