The Erotic Adventures of a 20th Century Lady

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Dire News and A New Beginning.

Please bear with me, I know you want to read about my life as a dominatrix, but you first need to know the basic history of my family if you are to understand exactly how everything came to pass.

The year was 1937, the date was May 10th and it was raining hard. My intention to seek out James and blackmail him into explaining everything he knew had to be put on hold. I was informed by father’s butler that two gentlemen from the Air Ministry had arrived by car, accompanied by our family’s solicitor in that ridiculous bright red sports car of his. The time was ten-thirty am on the morning of the 10th, and little did I know as I waited in the formal lounge to greet them, exactly how shockingly horrible this day was going to be for me and how much my life would have to change.

Before I tell you what had happened and how my life changed from pampered daughter to dominatrix, I need to tell you of the events that had taken place just three weeks earlier. My father, who was a diplomatic representative, had been summoned to somewhere secret, and instructed to deliver something equally secret. He, of course, immediately accepted his instructions and, at the same time, had decided to invite my mother to come along as a sort of impromptu holiday.

They had departed for London and then travelled on to Germany by train, from there they intended to relax and enjoy the local scenery. Father liked the outdoors very much. They would then seek passage to America and finally return some weeks later and hopefully much rested to England in mid-June.

My unexpected guests entered into the lounge shown in by Michael, my father’s footman. The three of them looked quite grave to me, a twenty year old, young lady, filled with the excitements of the year to come. They removed their hats and looked at me. I asked them to sit, which they did, the ministry men sat on a large settee and Harold Stein, solicitor and family friend, sat in an over stuffed arm chair. He looked ridiculous, him being quite short and the chair being very large, but the atmosphere in the room caused me to refrain from the pleasure of a smile.

“Lady Drop’s, I have some serious and sad news to have to deliver.”

That is exactly how he said what he said; and how my life previous to then was shattered.

“Lord and Lady Drops...” He hesitated. “Miss, your parents were on a diplomatic mission to Germany, as I am sure you knew. They completed that mission perfectly, it is my sad duty to have to inform you that on the 6th of May 1937, at 7.25pm at Lakehurst Naval Station in the U.S.A, they were counted amongst the thirty-five men and women sadly killed in the Hindenburg Air Ship disaster. The prime minister wishes me to convey his personal condolences, and to inform you that your father served his country well, and with grace, and will be much missed, as will your mother.”

That was that. They stood together, returned their hats to their respective heads together, then they departed having shattered the peace and tranquillity of my life. I, with the grace of breeding, thanked them as they departed, and asked them to pass my thanks to the prime minister. To this day I do not know how I held my emotions in check until they left, but somehow I did.

Harold Stein, dear old Harold, he had been a part of my life, a frequent guest to my parents events throughout my childhood, that day he became much more to me than a family friend. He became one of the two rocks on which my life would develop from then on, and it was Harold that most assisted me to develop my obscure taste for domination. He would be the one who provided the information I needed; with regard to some of the more concealed functions within the house, and its grounds. As for the estate, that was and still is managed by a perfectly capable manager, so nothing needed changing there.

“Penelope, let me first express my heart felt sorrow at the loss of your parents, they were good friends and I will miss them terribly. There will come a time to grieve their loss, my dear, but right now, there are things that need to be signed and others that need explaining. Today I will first explain that despite your loss, your financial security is guaranteed. Your father made more than adequate provision for your well-being and he ensured, via a trust fund account, that the estate would be maintained effectively.”

Harold went on detailing most of father’s intent and had me signing numerous pre-drafted documents. It seemed that I was the sole beneficiary to my parent’s estate. Though I could not sell the estate property, I would be provided for. Thank god for father’s foresight, and Harold Stein.

Harold departed shortly, but before he left, he handed me a letter, which he said I should take into father’s study and sit at his desk to read, once I decided to open it. I have to admit it felt quite bulky in my hand and scary in an odd way. Father had obviously had the foresight to write it for my attention. Harold said he would return in a few days, and that he would arrange the details of their funerals, if necessary. He pointed out that the government might wish father to have a military funeral because of his diplomatic service and military record. He would inform me once he had ascertained the government’s desire and returned. Until then I was to try to rest. That night I cried myself to sleep, not just because of my loss, but also because I did not feel I was ready or able to take up father’s mantle and control the estate and all its personnel.

The next morning, I summoned the household together and formally informed them of the loss of my parents. The butler stepped forward from the line to offer his condolences and to say some nice things about my father, before handing me his resignation as clearly there would be no suitable post for him from now on. I accepted, as I had no other choice. I also lost an under butler and two footmen that day, none of whom I really needed, so the household diminished, but also became closer.

The only other thing that you need to know about that period of my life or that is relevant to the rest of this tale, is about father’s letter, which I do not intend for you to read. That letter led me to locating a certain locked chest, its contents led me to a lifestyle I could only have ever dreamed of existing, and I might have thought was only a figment of my own imagination had I had those types of dreams.

Other than the contents of the chest and its effects on my life, the rest of the transition from father’s estate, to my estate, passed smoothly. Mostly, I am certain, because of the influence and actions of Harold Stein. A man whom I would learn a great deal about once I discovered and opened father’s, or more accurately, I should say, grandfather’s chest, and read and viewed its stimulating contents.

There was also the matter of a certain conversation with James, though that did not happen until a few days after I had opened the trunk and most of the questions I had determined to ask him had already been answered by the contents of that box. James would become very important to me; he would be my very first slave and would serve me throughout his life with extreme diligence. James’s loyalty to me was never in question, especially as I learned to understand his needs and desires and found them quite in tune with my own.

You must be, as I had before I opened the trunk, wondering at its contents; they were quite remarkable to say the least, and it opened up doorways I would never have dreamed of being able to open up without its help. The trunk shined a light on many different occurrences throughout my family life. It illuminated and displayed my parents and their guests, along with all their desires, and provided me with a fine starting point for what would become my chosen lifestyle. I would throughout my life use the information contained within it, and add to it, for the benefit of the next generation, assuming that there was to be a next generation.

It is strange to know that your father was a practicing dominant, whilst your mother was a self confessed submissive, and that their friends and acquaintances were of a like mind. It is even stranger to understand that what you as a child had thought of as innocent adult gatherings, had in fact been something far deeper and darker than you could have believed, and also far more interesting now I was of an age to appreciate the efforts and interplays. The morning I opened the trunk I also opened my family history and discovered that there was much to learn.