Abby 2: Abigail

Chapter 14

The following evening, I looked through the car's tinted window at Madeleine's sprawling mansion. I was struck again by its splendor as we approached the white flagstone driveway. Nestled well off the road outside the city, the French Renaissance Château looked more like a hotel than a home. The seclusion that came with the location was no doubt a desired perk, given her chosen line of work.

Madeleine's driver, Chris, was a tall and well-built man with short-cropped blonde hair who looked to be in his mid-thirties. He wore a black driver's uniform, complete with a crisp white shirt and tie, which made him look devilishly handsome. I studied him during the drive, wondering if he remembered me from a year ago. He had been silent and stoic the entire time, adding to his appeal; maybe I was just one of many he had chauffeured for her — a carousel of men and women, all captivated by her prowess. I had no way of knowing that, but the thought made me realize how little I knew about Madeleine's private life, even after a year of being at the club. Was her time filled with various lovers, or did she prefer a more quiet life?

Chris came around to open my door after we had stopped. As I stepped out of the car, my lungs filled with the fresh summer air. I could only imagine how amazing it must be to wake up in such a place every morning.

As I followed behind Chris, I still wondered what kind of private life Madeleine lived. Being invited to one of her private scenes was not something I had taken lightly. Her offer carried a feeling of something forbidden—like being called before a goddess in the inner sanctuary of her temple. She had never even been involved in a scene at the club since my ultimate test there, leaving me with no idea what tonight might bring.

Chris led me through the mansion, and I glanced at myself in a hallway mirror as we passed it; I had to admit that I had pulled off a Dominatrix look fairly well in a pinch. My hair was pulled back into a bun, and I had found a black latex mini-dress, black stockings, and black pumps, giving me a dark but seductive appearance.

Unfortunately, my brief ego boost was soon crushed like a bug underfoot. A moment later, Chris opened a set of double doors leading into a parlor, revealing Madeleine sitting alone on a black leather couch. She wore a black leather corset cinched tight at her waist. Her shapely thighs were bare under her short black skirt and thigh-high boots, and she wore her jet-black hair pulled up under a black military-style cap. As a finishing touch, her lips were painted blood red, their color matching the red wine she sipped on from a crystal goblet. Her ensemble was the very embodiment of a Dominatrix.

Chris announced my arrival, his face and voice stoic. "Mistress, your guest is here."

"Abby, welcome!" she said as she looked up at us. "Chris, please bring us a second glass of wine."

He bowed without hesitation, turning on his heels and exiting, his movements crisp and precise. Madeleine gestured for me to come and join her on the sofa as she swirled the wine in its crystal glass. Walking over, I tried to force myself to ignore the feeling that I was wearing a cheap Halloween costume.

"Thank you for inviting me, Mistress. Your home is as beautiful as I remember it." I said, sitting down on the soft leather.

"Please, it's just Madeleine here tonight. Forget about the club for the evening. And I must say, you look beautiful tonight, ma chérie."

So accustomed was I to the protocol at the Fleur-de-lis that her offer of informality caught me off guard. I started to protest but Chris returned with the red wine just in time, placing it on the table beside me.

"Anything else, Ma'am?" he asked her. Madeleine shook her head, taking another sip of her wine as she watched him leave the room. As he shut the door behind him, I picked up the glass and inhaled the fruity aroma before taking a slow drink as she turned to me.