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Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

I blink, completely stunned. Had she even read my note? I don't particularly want to go inside, the house is scary to say the least. Not to mention this woman, why is she acting like she's expecting me... An interview? Goodness, an interview for what? What could I possibly interview for with a woman I'd never met, in a part of... I don't even know where I am anymore. This is absurd, but I'm also not exactly the best at saying no so despite the shaking in my knees I enter the mansion, my mouth opening in awe as I take in the sight. First the sight of this beautiful, blonde woman. Her body is... Incredible, that much is undeniable. I try my best not to stare but her outfit makes it even more difficult. It makes me wonder who answers the door clad in latex, whether it be only a single article or a full latex outfit I know I would never be able to do such a thing. The boots are interesting though, very nice I must say. It makes me giggle nervously, and I'm trying my best to hide my face. To the right I'm greeted by a huge marble staircase. The entire place is like a palace, something you only see in the movies. In the foyer alone there must be millions of dollars of artwork alone. That's not even taking into account the antique furniture, the amazing rugs, the decorations on previously mentioned expensive furniture. It's all very overwhelming. I'm in complete awe and I spin around, doing my best to take everything in but I can't. It's just too much, it's impossible. It's like it's not even real life. I run two fingers along the wall, almost like I'm trying to make sure I'm actually awake and since the walls don't dissolve I have to assume it's all very real. I'm then snapped back to reality. I'm entering a strangers home. I put a hand over my chest and force myself to control my breathing. Now is not a time for me to have an anxiety attack. I need to focus. I need to stop myself from thinking of the worst possible scenario. I need to talk... Spinning so I face the woman, I inhale sharply. My n-name is Celeste...Um, I'm so very sorry but you must have me confused with someone else. I mumble it all out, and slowly back away until my back hits the wall. Looking up is when I notice the chandelier, and it's beautiful. They'd always fascinated me and I never thought I'd actually get to see one and even compared to ones I'd seen only on the internet this one was impressive. It shone brilliantly, and drew all attention to it, sort of like it's owner I thought to myself. I was doing anything in my power to avoid looking at her, or even in her general direction. The whole time I'm just repeating to myself 'please don't kill me.'
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

I watch this girl intently...her nervousness, her disorientation, as if she shouldn't be here. But I know better, I know why she is here and with some convincing I will have her accept all the reasons why she should stay... Again in my sultry tone and matter-of-fact way... Confused, me?? Hardly my dear. It would seem that you are confused and I haven't the faintest idea why. YOU are Celeste Jennilyn Heart are you not?? The placement service that I use told me that you would be coming. I was expecting that you would have raven colored hair like mine. Obviously, you have colored it. From that large bun in your hair it must be quite long, longer than mine. She continues to stand up against the wall, frightened... My dear, I don't bite I assure you of that. Now follow me, so we can get started with the interview. I walk down the hall with every expectation that she will follow....I make a right turn into the second door to the right and enter my library.... Coffered ceilings, wall to wall shelves with books, mostly old ones...there is a large oak desk on one end and some couches on the other end made of a earth tone leather...Where there are no shelves, there is wainscoting from floor to ceiling...a small bar cart sits at another corner of the room... As she enters.... Have a seat on the couch over there. You look like you can use a drink. How's about bourbon or would you rather have some blackberry brandy? That always makes me feel better.
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

I follow because I have no choice. What's my other option? To stand in the entrance like some fool? No, that's not an acceptable option so instead I follow this beautiful strangers, through her luxurious mansion while making sure to occasionally glance at her luxurious rear. It makes me feel bad, that I'm observing this strangers body, and asking for help when I can't offer anything in return... But she might also be a crazy murderer, so what can I do? The library is impressive. I've always had a love of reading, and I catch sight of several Rare times which could positively make any book lover drool. There's no time for that though and I take a seat, as it seems it's expected of me. I scratch at my thighs lightly while this beautiful woman seems to prepare. She speaks and I'm left in complete shock. I-I dont... I'm not- I'm not thirsty... I mumble, bringing up my hands to cover my face. My cheeks are red and shine like a beacon, bringing attention to anyone around of my embarassment. I can't stand this, I'm going to freak out, I know it, but I can't... I want to hide.
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

I think inwardly to myself, this young lady is going to be perfect in so many ways, she just does not know it yet.... I blurt out... Not thirsty? After walking down my long driveway? After having your car breakdown? Nonsense. You must be parched. smiling Besides Celeste, you'll find that I don't take no for an answer, ever. I pour her a blackberry brandy and a bourbon on the rocks for myself...I bring the drinks over and place her drink in front of her at the cocktail table and then sit opposite Celeste... Now, I'm Madame Devilla Roche. Of course, Madame Devilla will do just fine for now. I take a sip of my drink and then continue about myself to Celeste...I tell her about the history of the estate, about my father, about Ms. Ambrosia, and about why I changed my name from Jennifer Landis to Devilla Roche, and changing the name of this place to The Lace Mansion.... Then I continue with the interview... So the agency sent you to me. Now, what I need is a full-time live-in maid. I understand that you are new to this kind of work, but not to worry I will train you. I look at the girl who has not touched her drink.... Are you following me my dear? Why don't you take a sip of your brandy?
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

She asks me if I'm following and if I weren't so terrified I'd probably laugh. I'm not following any of this, I just don't know how to tell her that! Most of the time I can't place a simple fast food order, much less talk about my feelings or say no to someone. What am I supposed to do when she insists I take a drink? There's not much I can do about. With a shaking hand I grip the cool cup and lift it to my lips. I pour the liquid into my mouth and swallow and the effect is instant. My tongue and throat feel like they're burning. The taste is vile, I've never been able to handle the taste of alcohol. It briefly dawns on me that that might be a good thing, seeing the circumstances I usually end up in. I start coughing and wipe my mouth, glancing up and muttering a soft Sorry... Her story is unbelievable, this place, the Lace Mansion, I've never even heard of it. The way she speaks of it you would think everyone had heard of it. It's like this place exists outside of my world or something. I guess it's not too much of a surprise. My world is relatively small. For a long time I've always kept to myself. I haven't spoken to my family in years, the people at my work get off on making me miserable and finding new and unusual ways to do so. Then when shit really hits the fan, I leave. Just like I did this time. Which is what led me into this situation in the first place. The Lace Mansion... Theres no denying the quality of this house, but for her to think I would stay here and live? As a maid? It's almost ironic that I always say to myself I feel like one now I have the opportunity to truly build one. I shake my head. I-I can't... I can't because you're out of your mind. I can't because you're acting like you know me when we've never met. I can't because this agency must be some weird group of stalkers and her continuing speech only worries me more. She hasn't threatened or tried to harm me but that doesn't make any of this okay. I'm frustrated with my situation and on the brink of tears. I push backwards, and the chair moves back with my force. An uncontrollable reaction. I-I'm not- I've never been with an agency! My stutter bothers me, but at this point I need to get my message across. I can't be a maid... I can't. I didn't apply for a job, Madame Devilla. There's nothing...You don't want me as a maid anyway. I mumble, and my eyes go down to the ground. My fists clench and I wallow in self-pity.
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

I almost laugh out loud uncontrollably when she coughs from the brandy and then as this girl fights me on staying here at The Lace and being my maid. But little does she know is that there is no escape. Instead I smile, reach into the drawer under the cocktail table and pull out my cigarette case. I remove one and pick up this thing that looks like a piece of artwork, made from opal and quartz, yet it is a lighter. I light my cigarette, pull out the ashtray from the drawer, and place it on a side table next to me and pull my white leather clad legs onto the sofa. I take a drag and exhale then address this young lady who's hands are clench, is mumbling and now looking toward the floor. In a strong voice... My dear, I think you need to calm down! I want you to relax those hands of yours and look at me. I wait for her to do so...then in a calmer voice... My dear, you don't think I've met young ladies like you before? Let's see -- I take another drag of my cigarette, exhale, the swirling of the gray-purple smoke wafting through the air You despised your last job and the people you worked with. You haven't spoken to your family in years. You're looking for an escape and that is why you left. Am I warm Celeste? I bet I am? And now, you are looking for something or someone or some place except you don't quite know it. I pause and look at the shock in her face...smiling... Enough of my guessing. Whether I am right or wrong about you makes no matter to me. I sit up and reach over to the cocktail table and take a sip of my bourbon... Now, your name was given to me by the agency. Whether you gave it to them or someone else did, I have it. I get up and walk to one of the windows.... Ah, well its dark out and the moon isn't out tonight. I turn back to Celeste... Look, there's no way you can leave tonight. It can be dangerous out there. Wolves and such. You might as well stay for the night. We'll talk in the morning after we've both rested. I take a last drag of my stogie and walk to the ashtray, put out the cigarette and carry my drink with me to the doorway of the library....then I turn around looking back at the girl... Why don't you follow me. I'll show you to your bedroom. We have so many rooms here at The Lace. I don't want you to get lost.
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

Direction. It's what I need. It's what I crave and Madame Devilla gives it to me. I calm my mind and do my best to clear it. I've been stressing since the moment I got here and maybe if I try to calmly, and rationally think about everything that's going on it might help. When Madame Devilla's voice rings across the room, powerful and full of everything that I lack my hands still themselves. Slowly my fingers uncurl and I leave them flat against the arm rests. Even more surprising is that I manage to raise my gaze and have my eyes met hers without turning away. I do chew on my lip though, tasting the strawberry chapstick there soothes me if only a little. My face scrunches up a little from the smoke. I'm not a huge fan of cigarettes, or things you have to smoke. I'd never judge anyone for doing so though, it's just not for me. When she begins describing me it's definitely a little creepy. She's spot on, everything she says is true. The people I work with, constantly bullying me due to my Selective Mutism - which for some reason isn't acting up around this beautiful stranger. It's like I'm in an alternate world or something -. My fallout with my family due to my sexual orientation. My father had essentially disowned me when he found out. I did want to escape. That's why I started driving without any clear direction. Before I can confirm anything she says she decides she doesn't care and I blink, taken aback. The truly problematic thing was this agency, perhaps not Madame Devilla herself. I wouldn't want to impose... I start mumbling when she suggests I say but as with anything else she's right. There's no point in arguing, it looks like I'll be staying in this mansion... I follow Madame Devilla through her home, I definitely don't want to get lost in here. Of course, even though it's completely inappropriate, I can't help but check out her butt, watching it sway before me. I cough shyly then continue to follow in silence. I feel like we're walking forever. The halls are endless and it all looks the same. I quickly lose track of how many times we turn. Maybe there's some way I can repay you...? I ask as we reach the room it appears I'm going to be staying in. It's incredibly luxurious. The bed is far bigger than the one I have at home. A king, no doubt. As I approach it I let my fingers dance along the sheets under the comfortable and marvel at their softness. Shelves filled with the most interesting of tomes hug the wall and the most expensive of dresses line the closet it seems. The massive room hold a door as well, leading to a bathroom, which from my vantage point I can see hosts a massive tub and my aching body has me wondering how wonderful it would feel to soak in it. Thank you, Madame Deville, so much. I can't thank you enough for your hospitality.
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

After having gone upstairs and making our way to the guest bedroom that I have chosen for her, I go into the closet and pull out two items, one a peach-colored babydoll, the other item a 2 heeled peach-colored Marabou pair of slippers. I then present them to her.... With sheer delight in my voice... You should wear these. You shouldn't have to go to bed in your own clothes. When you do take your clothes off, place them on that chair next to the bureau my dear. As you can see there is a connecting full bath. On the other side of the bathroom door is a wine colored robe. I think you'll find it to be very comfortable as it is made out of velvet and satin. I make my way to the bedroom door...and open the door... You are welcome to take a bath or shower, whatever you prefer. Everything you'll need is in there. smiling Celeste darling, we'll pick things up in the morning. Get a good night's sleep my dear. I will wake you up by 8 o'clock in the morning. My boudoir is at the end of the wing of this part of the house. I'm not too far away. And remember, your clothes on that chair over there, including your socks and shoes. Goodnight Celeste. With that I close the door shut, leave her alone, and walk down to my boudoir... I then close the door....
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

Unbeknownst to Celeste, there are a number of tiny pinhole cameras that are spread out between the bedroom and bathroom...the lenses can move, but it is so small that the tiny motors that make them move cannot be heard...I watch and even listen to her giddiness...wash her face...and do as she was told...that makes me feel good about this girl, like she is the one... In the wee hours of the morning, make my way from my boudoir back into her room...I do have a particular way of slithering around The Lace...I even made sure that the door to Celeste's bedroom was fully greased so that it could not squeak...when I enter it performs well and doesn't.... While in the room, I room all of her clothing down to her shoes...I stare at the girl for a moment and am tempted to join her in bed, but decide not to...I look at her for a few more seconds....smile and then leave with her clothes...she will not be needing those ever again... Morning comes.... I wake up...it's about 630 am and get out of my bed....eventually I get dressed and make my way downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast.... ...of course I'm not terribly good, and I keep things to oatmeal, sliced melon, toast, blueberry jam, and coffee... I bring everything into the breakfast nook... ...which is directly below the kitchen.... Then I go fetch Celeste...I open the door to her room and tap on the door... Morning my dear, rise and shine! I go to each window and open up the velvet curtains and then drift into the bathroom and grab the wine colored robe and throw it on the small bench in front of the bed... Put the robe on my dear, then your Marabou slippers. Go as you are. You don't want to have it get cold. I clap my hands twice... Chop, chop. Let's go my dear. I walk right outside the door.... You'd better keep up Celeste! You don't want to get lost in The Lace. I begin to walk down the hallway in an effort to encourage her to get out of bed and get a move on....
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

My sleep is undisturbed. I sleep sounder than I have in my entire life. There's not even any dreams, just blackness and it all passes incredibly quickly. Too quickly, in fact. I feel like I've only just managed to succumb to sleep when I'm being awoken by the owner of Lace Mansion. I'm confused at first and I groan groggily, wiping some drool from my chin. All very unladylike but I'm not even close to being awake enough to think of any of that. I sit up, and the words are barely registering. Mmneh...? That sound is all I'm capable of but before I realize what's Going on Madame Devilla is trying to lead me away. The sudden influx of light when she opened the curtains is blinding to me, and I'm struggling to see, struggling to do as she tells me. I pull myself up and off the bed, falling to the ground with a whiny whimper. I stuff the robe on and trail after her. I follow her slog the long, winding hallways with no idea where I'm being led. M-miss-? I don't... I'm out of breath, trying to keep up while simultaneously trying to talk. Where are we going? I finally Manage to blurt out, catching up and walking alongside her. My hair is a disheveled mess and the robe is barely hanging on to me.
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

As she trails behind me...then with some great effort catches up to me... Smiling.... We are going to the breakfast nook my dear. That is where one has breakfast in a proper way. Instead of using the grand staircase made out of marble, I take a set of stairs made of wood, but the banister and newel posts are still carved with such intricacy... Past these stairs is the kitchen and below a set of other steps is the nook. We arrive.... As you can see I have a few morsels for us to eat. Oatmeal, sliced melon, toast, blueberry jam, and coffee. Admittedly, I am not the best cook. I need help with this place. It is an extraordinary burden. That is why I need a live-in maid. Please take a seat. I pour a coffee for Celeste and then for myself.... Please feel free to grab some food for your plate. I take a sip of my own coffee.... Coffee. Now that is something I know how to make. I pause and watch the girl as she grabs for some food... Somehow Celesete we got off on the wrong side of things. For sure, I believed that you were sent here to come to an interview with me. Surely, you can see my confusion, yes?
Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

I'm left stunned, as is usually the case in here these days. The breakfast nook is beautiful and leaves me wondering whether or not that means there's a lunch and dinner one too. I guess when your house is this big you can use a room for whatever you want. Hell, she probably has a snack room too. The left of the walk had been completed in silence. I wasn't not interested in talking I just didn't know what to say. I hadn't come here for an interview. This was pure chance, how could I make Madame Devilla understand that...? She begins to speak and everything is beginning to make sense. She needs a live-in-maid for the mansion. I guess that makes sense. This place is massive, no one would be able to handle it alone. I don't think even a single maid would be enough to handle this place. What do I know? Maybe she has other interviews lined up too. If she was being sent someone for an interview though, and she thought it was me, what happened to the actual person who was meant to show up? Even then that doesn't help because how dod this job agency get my name? I've never used such a thing in my entire life... Yeah, as if I could go in and answer personal questions about myself without suffering an anxiety attack. I'd rather die than endure that. I do feel bad for Madame Devilla though. It's not that I don't want to help, but I couldn't possibly ever be a maid. I have problems completing even simple tasks, she'd fire me within a matter of hours. My stomach growls, and I quickly become aware of how hungry I am, it's growing in my stomach to an almost painful level. Any longer and I know I'll begin to feel nauseous.. That happens if I don't eat for too long, I start feeling sick, then I don't want to ear, then I don't eat, then it gets worse and so on... I fill my plate with a few melon pieces and toast spreading the delicious looking jam on it. I eat sheepishly avoiding the piercing gaze of Madame Devilla. I don't take any coffee, I can't handle the stuff. Just the smell of the current pot is making me wrinkle my nose in disgust. I pick lamely at my food, sighing a little. Maybe I had been a little rude... Forgive me, Madame... I suppose I understand how you could have ended up confused but I assure you my arrival here was purely chance. My car broke down, that's all... By the time my little speech is done so is my food, and I push the plate aside a little. It's funny she mentions not being able to cook when that is my profession. Well, was...