Introduction

 

Trinity always hated her name, being named after a character in a stupid movie was so gross. She was a royal pain in the ass for her parents, who did their best to curb her bad instincts. She did poorly at school, ran with the wrong crowd, and she was usually in trouble in one form or another. When she turned eighteen, just after flunking out of high school, she packed a bag and told them she was leaving home. They tried to convince her it was a mistake, but Trinity had made up her mind and left anyway. Once she was gone, they came to realize she was just like her real mom, the girl they had adopted her from when she was a baby.

Trinity actually had a plan, having looked for a way out for the last six months. She was cute, but not extremely attractive. She still had not fleshed out and had narrow hips and a meager 34B chest. She was nicely distributed at five-foot six and a hundred and twenty pounds, but she still felt she had a boyish body. Her face was pretty, bright blue eyes and natural blonde hair framed a very attractive face with high cheek bones and a cute dimple in her chin.

She had initially considered looking for a sugar daddy, but the ads she saw from women looking for the same thing discouraged that notion. She figured she would have to actually work, so she started looking for personal assistant jobs. She found that some were 24/7 live in situations, and that really appealed to her. She figured that if she could work for some busy executive, maybe it could become more than that. She never considered herself very smart, and always figured she would have to use her looks and personality to hook a rich husband.

She was just eighteen and had a restless spirit. That combination of naiveté and reckless disregard for what the real world actually was would lead her onto a path she did not anticipate. It was not like she was equipped to handle what she was getting into, but she had made arrangements and fully intended to see them through.

A couple of weeks earlier she found an odd ad on Craig's List looking for a live in servant, and that was how it was written, servant. The job description was even stranger, just stating that they sought a young attractive woman to serve the Master's needs as his live in servant for a contracted period of one year. If, at the end of that time, either party wishes, it will terminate. If, on the other hand, both parties choose to continue, future arrangements can be made. It had an email address listed for those interested.

The way the ad used the terms servant and Master intrigued Trinity, and since she was what they called a girl of loose morals, she responded with interest. The next day she received another email, with two questionnaires that she was asked to complete and return. As she filled them out, they went from standard, to very personal, and then to a bit outrageous. But she still answered every question and returned them.

The next day she received a request for a video interview, and she agreed, talking to a man called Mr. Clark. He did most of the talking, telling her that if she chose to work for him it would be a demanding position. She was so eager to get the job that she ignored common sense, and found that she agreed to take the position on her eighteenth birthday, when she could legally leave home. Mr. Clark agreed, and made arrangements for her to take a train to him. When she left her parents that day, Trinity was embarking on a journey that would open her eyes to things she never imagined, and would reveal something that was lying dormant deep inside her.

 

 

Chapter 1: Settling In

 

When Trinity arrived at the station, she went to the will call window where Mr. Clark told her they would be holding her ticket. They were very nice, almost too nice, but when she saw that she had a first class ticket, she understood. She had never been on a train, let alone in the first class car. When she found out that she actually had a small private room all to herself, she wondered if this was how royalty felt. This Mr. Clark certainly was generous, he could have given her a third class ticket and she would have been happy.

She only had one suitcase with her that she refused to check in, much to the confusion of the first class valets. She placed it on the small couch and looked around the small cabin with two wide bench seats facing each other. There was also another door by the one she came in, which opened to a small lavatory. Trinity settled in for the four hour trip, as Mr. Clark lived nearly 200 miles away from her parent's home. He had told her that someone would meet her at the train station and bring her to his house, and all that made Trinity think that he was very wealthy.

She took a short nap on the train, wanting to be at her best when she arrived. It left the station at ten in the morning, arriving at its destination a little after two in the afternoon. Once she disembarked it took very little time for her to see the man holding a sign with her name on it outside the station. She walked up to him and identified herself, he was very nice to her, putting her bag in the trunk of his limousine and opening the back door for her.

"My name is Philip, please get in and make yourself comfortable," the driver said, while he opened the door for her.

Once they were on the road, she asked him, "Do you know Mr. Clark very well?"

"I have been his driver for six years, so I guess I do. Why do you ask?"

"I'm here to take a position as his servant, but I don't even know what he does." Trinity admitted, feeling it was odd that she never got a real job description.

"Mr. Clark is from old money, several generations of it. He manages his holdings and other than that, he pursues his hobbies," the driver answered.

"Then what does he need a servant to do?" she asked, puzzled by that answer. She expected he was some sort of busy executive or something like that, but the answer the driver made it all seem even more strange.

"He keeps his servants quite busy, don't worry, you won't be bored," Philip answered.

"Am I replacing someone?" she asked, given what he just said. She was fairly certain she was a replacement for someone, but she hoped to find out what happened to her predecessor.

"You are not his first or only servant. The one you are replacing completed her contract and decided to move on. He is a very demanding man and some have a hard time dealing with him," Philip answered.

"How long was she his assistant?"

"A year, when her initial contract ended she opted to take the pay out and leave."

"I see, well thank you for answering my questions," Trinity replied, not sure she knew anything more than she did before she talked to the driver.

"My pleasure Miss, we will be at Mr. Clark's estate in just a little while."

Trinity sat back and looked out the window, as the limo left the city and drove her out to the country. It was a lovely view, but she became more interested when they pulled into a driveway with a black barred gate that opened at the middle and the two sections pulled away from each other to let them drive through it. There were tall trees lining the driveway and it took a couple of minutes to reach the house, and when she saw it she could not believe how big it was!

Trinity had seen mansions on TV, but had never seen one for real. It looked old, but it was very well maintained and was what she thought they called Victorian. It had cool looking towers and parapets that had very intricate designs, it even had gargoyles sitting on the corners up by the roof! It was like one of those places she saw on old horror movies, but she doubted ghosts or evil creatures roamed the halls of this place. They pulled into the portico that extended from the building, which was held up by large columns.

Phil parked and got out, jogging around the car to open Trinity's door. As she got out she saw the massive twin wooden doors with lion head door knockers. All these opulent things made it seem like this was a fairy tale. She kind of just stood there and gawked, while Phil got her bag out of the trunk. Trinity had butterflies in her stomach, and she had a feeling that she was going to like it here.

"Please follow me," Phil said, as he wheeled her bag up to the front door.

Trinity walked up to the doors and, once she was inside, she was stunned by how expensive everything looked. Marble floors, chandeliers, large pieces of art on the walls, all of it spoke of vast wealth. A woman came through a door on a side of the entrance hall. She was older looking and was wearing a floor length dress with an apron on the front of it. She walked up to Trinity and looked up and down her body, as if she was inspecting her.

"I am Gretchen, Master Clark's cook, and until you assume your duties, I serve his needs. He will meet you at suppertime, but for now he would like you to settle into your room and freshen up before you see him. We eat promptly at six pm, please follow me," Gretchen said.

"What about my bag?" Trinity asked, as Phil had already disappeared with it.

"Phil has already taken it to your room, if you follow me, I will take you there now."

"OK," Gretchen said, as she followed the stern looking woman.

They went up a tall curved staircase that emerged on a long hallway with many doors on both sides. She followed Gretchen to a door at the far end of the hallway, and when they entered her room she was shocked. It was a corner room that had views from two directions, as well as the circular section in the corner that had four windows forming the curve. Her bag was on the king sized four poster bed and she saw that it also had a bathroom attached to it.

"I hope these accommodations are sufficient Miss," Gretchen said, but she sounded a bit sarcastic.

"They are much better than I expected, thank you," she answered, trying not to sound offended by her comment.

"If you wish to shower before dinner, there are ample towels and toiletries in the bathroom. Master Clark would like you to wear a dinner dress tonight, I can provide one if you don't have something appropriate," Gretchen said.

Trinity suddenly felt very unprepared, she did not even know what a 'dinner dress' was! In fact, she had no dresses, just jeans, skirts, and blouses, so she said, "I don't have a dinner dress, I would appreciate it if I could borrow one."

After looking her over one more time, Gretchen said, "Size two dress and six for your shoes I think. Is that right?"

"Yes it is, I can fit in a size one, but barely, so a two would be nice if I have to eat," Trinity replied, making a short nervous chuckle after her attempt at humor.

"We wouldn't want you to split a seam at dinner, I will take care of it. You have some time to relax, but remember dinner is at six," Gretchen said, then she abruptly departed.

Trinity went to the circular area to look at the view from her room. She saw the large manicured lawn, the long driveway, and the line of tall pine trees in the distance. They were in such a straight line that it was clear they were planted years ago to seclude the property from the street, even though it was just a two lane country road. The rest of the view had mountains in the distance and woods as far as she could see. She thought she could get used to it.

Once she finished drinking in the beautiful view, Trinity checked out the bathroom. It was another jaw dropping moment, and though she showered that morning, the huge soaking tub was too alluring to ignore. Since she had nearly three hours until dinner, Trinity ran the bath while she unpacked and stripped. She added some of the bath oils that were there and enjoyed a nice long soak, as she wondered who this Mr. Clark really was. He was obviously extremely rich, so why was she was replacing someone who actually chose to leave this place? What could he want that was so hard that you would abandon living in such a lavish mansion?

That was the main thing that worried Trinity, but she was determined to make this work. To be able to live in a place like this, she decided she was willing to work hard and make sure Mr. Clark liked her. The little matter of not having a clue what she would be doing for him was another little worry, but she tried not to dwell on it too much. As she let the aroma of the lavender and vanilla oils in the water relax her. After almost an hour in the tub, occasionally draining out some water and adding fresh hot water, Trinity finally got out, wrapping herself in a towel.

When she was done drying herself, Trinity remained naked and went out to the bedroom. She saw a sexy looking mini dress hanging from a dressing stand near the bed. There was also a pair of shoes on the floor beside it, high heeled black leather sandals. It took her a moment to see the stockings, panties, and bra laid out on the bed. All of it was extremely sexy, the panties were a thong style and the bra was a lacy strapless type.

Trinity had another sneaking suspicion, and the style of her attire added to it. She had thought that he might be looking for a more 'personal' servant. She had considered the possibility before she accepted his offer, and decided that she would cross that bridge when she came to it. But now, she was here and wondered if she would be willing to go that far. She still had no proof that was what he wanted, but as she started dressing, she had a strong impression that it was.

Trinity was not sure what she would do if he confirmed that he wanted her assistance in that way. At eighteen, she was not very social and was still a virgin. She took her own cherry with the handle of a brush, and masturbated often, but real sex? Never. And he was old, well, old enough to have gray hair, not that she actually knew his age. It was an awful lot to digest for a girl on her first day of adulthood. With an hour and half until dinner, she put on a tee shirt and laid down to consider what was coming. Though she was in turmoil, a half hour before dinner she got up and started getting dressed.

Once she had slipped into the skimpy panties and, what turned out to be a see through bra, Trinity looked in the mirror and became even more convinced he wanted a sex kitten. She liked the stockings and wondered if they were made of silk, though she only heard about it. They were so sleek that they slid up her legs with hardly any effort, and the lacy elastic top band kept the dark black material firmly gripping her upper thighs. As she peaked behind herself in the mirror, she saw just a thin string between her butt cheeks and did feel exposed. But she was also starting to feel sexy too, and that was a feeling she wanted to explore. It seemed to her that is what he wanted her to do by providing this type of outfit.

The dress took a little studying to determine which way was best to put it on, and she opted to pull it over her head. She scrunched it up, stuck her arms through the sleeveless garment first, followed by her head. Then she pulled it down and found that it was somewhat elastic and molded itself to her body, but it only came down to the tops of her thighs. Pulling it down any further would have exposed her breasts. There were two lace ribbons hanging from the top center of the dress and she realized that they were meant to be tied together behind her neck. Once she did that, Trinity felt how it supported the top of the dress and made her look even sexier. Once she put on the shoes, she felt like a model, and wondered if he knew what he was making her think.

At a quarter to six there was a knock on the door, and Trinity walked over and opened it. Gretchen was there in her plain gray dress with the full size white apron over it, and it made Trinity feel kind of slutty. She sheepishly asked, "Is it time to go now Miss Gretchen?"

"Yes it is, are you ready?" Gretchen asked.

"Uh, yes I think so. How do I look?"

Gretchen looked her up and down before saying, "Acceptable, but you will have to learn how to do your hair and makeup if you really want to please him."

That answer actually worried Trinity, so she asked, "Do I have time to fix it?"

"Not now, but you have dressed the way he wanted, so that will do for now. If you accept the contract offer and sign it, then the requirements will be spelled out more clearly."

"I thought I already accepted his offer?"

"He will show you the contract tonight and you will have a chance to back out if you cannot abide by the rules laid out in it. Until you sign off, you have not formally accepted the offer."

"Oh, I see, thank you," Trinity replied, now curious about what was in the contract. She did not bother to inquire further with Gretchen at that time, not expecting she would volunteer any information anyway. So, she just followed the woman from her room.

 

***

 

Mr. Clark was sitting in his study watching Trinity from the moment she arrived in her room. He had hidden cameras in certain parts of the mansion, so that he could monitor the women that he brought here. He was pleased when she chose to take a bath, and was not disappointed by the sight of her youthfully lithe body. Her face was pretty, but he thought it could be improved with some simple makeup tricks that would make her look much better. Her breasts were nice, firm, but not quite meaty enough. Her nipples, on the other hand, were large, and after they became engorged during her bath, he pictured them sporting big gold rings.

He always enjoyed the new recruits, enticing them to accept his contract with the promise of living in a lavish place before revealing what serving him actually entailed. The supposed 500K payoff after a year of service helped to mitigate the ones that still had doubts. Six so far had accepted his offer and none passed on it. They were all currently in their cells in his dungeon, as all of them had been so changed by the first year in his service, they could no longer imagine life devoid of his influence.

This Trinity was a potential deviation from his other acquisitions, as all the others were assessed as relatively submissive in their dispositions. It made it easier to show them that living in service to his every need was what was best for them. He just heightened the compliant side of their psyches. This new girl, however, appeared to be a rebel at heart. He hoped she would provide more sport in the training process, but only after she signed the contract. Once they entered his game willingly, they were bound by the rules, and backing out was no longer an option. Once she finished her bath and laid down to nap, he summoned Gretchen and Philip to make sure all was ready to welcome Trinity to her new life.