How very thoughtful he was. I told him so, in a mildly sarcastic tone, and he acknowledged the compliment without irony.
The flock wallpaper was fuzzy against my nose but I kept it where I was told and waited for the door to open and our company to enter the room.
‘How may I be of service, sir?’
I almost turned round – the man we had before had obviously changed shifts because a female voice spoke after the knock.
‘Come in,’ said Joss.
I stood in my corner, hands on head, while Joss ordered two seafood salads and a bottle of mineral water. This maid did not kiss his boots or anything of that kind, but just as she was about to leave he stopped her.
‘Oh, before you go,’ he said. ‘I’d like to order a large bottle of lubricant too. I should have packed some but you know how it is … and I promised little Twinkletoes over there I’d have her arse tonight. Would you be so kind?’
‘Of course, sir.’
I didn’t look around, but every inch of me burned, imagining the maid’s curious eyes on me and her knowledge of what lay in store for me later.
‘She’s been a little bit disobedient, as I expect you’ve guessed,’ he said, stopping her leaving the room a second time.
‘Sir?’
‘Before you come back up, perhaps you can ask your master or mistress how they’d punish a submissive who fails to ask permission for her orgasm. I bet you never forget, do you?’
‘No, sir, never.’
‘Hmm. This little minx can’t seem to help herself. Greedy, I call it. Will you ask for me? I’d love some advice on the matter. Thank you. That’s all.’
I waited for the door to shut before whining.
‘Do you have to?’
‘Darling, she’s heard it all before. She didn’t even see your face. You’ll need to get used to this kind of thing. I know it’s humiliating. That’s the whole point.’
He stood behind me and kissed my shoulder, reaching around my cinched-in waist with one arm.
‘Thank you,’ he whispered into my ear. ‘I love you.’
I lifted my face to him. ‘You’re bloody lucky I feel the same,’ I whispered sharply.
He kissed my red-stained mouth, getting some of it on his lips.
‘I know.’
When the maid came back, twenty minutes later, with our food and the lube, Joss was getting dressed.
‘Ah, thanks, put it on the table, that’s fine. Did you ask?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘And what was the upshot?’
‘Mistress said she would whip your submissive all over her bottom and thighs and then give her ten strokes of the crop on her pussy as a reminder that it doesn’t belong to her, sir.’
‘Hmm.’ I heard him rattle his cufflinks in one hand. ‘Sound advice. Thank her for me, won’t you?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘My little one’s in for an interesting evening, wouldn’t you think?’