D for Danielle Chapter 13: The Lair of the Mistress (Patreon)

Daniel stood before two massive and imposing wooden doors that were at least ten feet in height. He felt small and insignificant. He was outside, alone and freezing. The long walk from the motel had caused him to sweat a little bit. He knew that would cause disappointment. Mistress Narcissa wanted him clean.

He noticed there were two lion door knockers, one on either side. He reached up and banged the one on the right. There was, what seemed like minutes to Daniel, a long wait. In reality it was only twenty seconds. The doors opened and he was taken by surprise. 

For a moment Daniel didn’t recognize who stood before him. Barclay, Mistress Narcissa’s slave, was dressed as a French maid. He wore a classic above-the-knee black dress with white trim, a white apron with lace accents, black stockings, six-inch black stiletto heels, a white lace garter on his right thigh, a tight black choker with “SISSY” spelled out with rhinestones, a ruffled headpiece, and finally, a feather duster in hand.

After a curtsy, he ushered him in and said, “Welcome, the Mistress is expecting you.”

Daniel stepped inside the mansion. He had seen a few 40s black and white Hollywood movies and the main lobby looked like something a rich starlet would have lived in back then. Everything spoke to elegance in design. It was very apparent a woman resided here, and a powerful one at that.

“May I take your coat?” Barclay asked.

As Daniel handed his covering over he noticed that Barclay had made sure to paint is face in a very ultra-feminine manner. Not overly done like a drag queen, but definitely noticeable. His false eyelashes were particularly striking. Daniel wondered for a moment how they were applied.

Suddenly Mistress Narcissa appeared at the top of the staircase. She wore a black latex dress with seamed stockings and six-inch black pumps with metal stiletto heels. Long black opera length gloves adorned her hands and ran up her slim arms. Her skin was milky pale white, like a porcelain doll. She was clearly a creature of the night. Daniel pictured her for a moment just having risen from a coffin after the sun had set...

She descended down the steps, gliding as if on air. Daniel felt weak. And wet. He had carried some of the early winter weather with him on his clothes. He started to shiver.

Mistress Narcissa noticed this, turned to Barclay, and said, “You pathetic creature. Did you not notice young Daniel is freezing? Draw him a hot bath at once!”

“At once, my Lady,” Barclay said nervously while curtsying. The maid then walked up the stairs with small steps, he was wearing high heels, after all. Narcissa looked up in approval and then back at Daniel.

“We must really get out of those clothes,” she said.

“Now? Here?” he asked sheepishly.

“Yes,” she commanded.

Her voice and presence compelled him to slowly disrobe in front of her. She presided over him, to reinforce the fact this was something Daniel could not escape from. He had to do it. As his clothes fell to the ground one-by-one he soon stood there completely naked. He crossed his arms in an effort to retain warmth.

Mistress Narcissa approached him and went to his side. She turned her head, leaned in, and whispered in his ear, “You’re trembling.” 

Her words and method of delivering them caused goosebumps to rise on his bare skin. Daniel felt he could collapse at any moment. The walk had depleted most of his energy. He was helpless in this moment.

She took a step back and looked at him. With a knowing pursed smile she said, “Shall we begin?”