by Jackie J
Chapter 1
It wasn’t right. At the outset, deep down,
I knew that, but I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t resist. Perhaps in truth I
should count myself lucky, not everybody can fully explore their fetish, their
dark imaginings held within. Most torment themselves suppressing what lies within them. A life of continued denial from the imagined shame of consequence
for crossing the Rubicon of desire. How long I suffered like most, but no
longer. Mrs Agnes Burtonshaw, of all people, was the one to first discover,
encourage, develop then exploit, my hidden desires. Tentatively at first, but,
once under her accepted control, with increasing relish and unquestioned
authority my willing metamorphosis began.
Wealth is a great benefactor of course but
brings with it a boredom that is hard to explain to one less endowed. The mind
wanders to wicked imaginings.
My housekeeper, Miss Renwick, and her maid
were always busy about the manor whereas I had little to occupy me besides my
thoughts. Before the family business was sold, I had the daily routines of that
to keep my mind employed, in truth little time for anything else. With those
responsibilities no longer an issue, what to do to fill my seemingly endless
days? Reading of tittivating adventures of course only served to deepen my hidden
inclinations.
