"The slave has something to tell you milord!" the governess says.
She gives the girl a lash on her bottom and then the girl's voice pronounces these words:
"Master, I beg humbly of you that you should no longer consider me as your ward but as an obedient bitch. I am no longer Mabel Sunway but only the slave that belongs to you. On your desk, Master, you will find a deed signed by me and renouncing my whole fortune in your favour. I beg you humbly to be so kind as to keep me as your slave in the castle and I shall do my best to give you should see that my body is the body of a slave, and this body of mine will belong to you when you want it so. I swear to you obedience and faithfulness.'
After her speech, Mabel continued to lick at length the lord's dusty shoes. The latter, dumbstruck for a while, considered the governess with admiration:
"You've worked a miracle, Miss von Berner," he said at last. "I was expecting a change, but nothing like this, I can assure you!"
Then, to the kneeling girl, he said:
"That's fine, little slave, I take good note of your declarations and promises. Yet, I don't know yet whether I shall keep you in the castle or not. You belong to Miss von Berner and I wouldn't like to deprive her of your services."
"But, milord," Dorothea said, "the slave can be of some service to you. She's an excellent chambermaid who can do all kinds of works…"
Lord Kelingson went into a brown study for a while, looking into Dorothea's beautiful face now and then as if for inspiration.
"There would be a way, of course," he ventures at last.
"Yes, milord?…" Dorothea asks, eagerly.
The man walked up to her and softly took her hands in his.
"I shall be frank, Dorothea. You know the admiration I have for you, and which is not only an admiration for your capacities. So, would you do me the great favour of accepting to remain at the castle as my companion? In that way, the slave would remain at your service without having to leave Kelingson."
Dorothea's eyes sparkled with pleasure. As an answer, she drew against the lord and opened her lips invitingly.
Above Mabel's kneeling body the future lovers exchanged a passionate kiss.
A few hours later, after a good meal, Lord Kelingson and Miss von Berner sipped coffee in the drawing-room, sitting side by side on a sofa Lying down in front of her, Mabel acted as their carpet. The lord's feet lay on her breasts and Dorothea's on her face. As the governess's skirt face her mistress's fine thighs above the smart stockings, and she could even see her silk panties upon which Lord Kelingson now and then slipped his hand…
But soon a blow from the heel of a shoe on Mabel's mouth recalled her to her duty.
"Kneel down before me, Mabel!"
After the girl had obeyed, the governess ordered:
"You will go to Bridget and ask her to dress you up in a right corset and rubber drawers, then you will go and wait for me in my room, where you will be ready to undress me and wash me before I go to bed. Then-"
"Then?" Lord Kelingson asked with a smile.
"Then," Dorothea went on in a lower voice, "you will wait for your master and undress him. As the slave you will remain all night at our disposal too. And when we are both in… in our bed, you will be the impotent witness of the first night of love of your master and your mistress."
And to anticipate on the sweet prospect, the governess turned towards Lord Kelingson and again offered her lips to him while Mabel, the submissive slave, hastened towards her cruel destiny.