PROLOGUE

 

The house had once been a school located on the outer fringes of a small town, a town that had expanded somewhat over the ensuing years. I have about eight and a half acres of walled in land, which offer total privacy. Nowhere are the grounds overlooked, the walls are brick and the gates high, electronic and watched over by cameras, offering a very restricted opportunity to anyone that wished to look inwards to my domain.

It has been three years since I relocated our Bondage Domination Sadomasochistic or 'B.D.S.M,' services to this location out of necessity, services my business provides to selected clients. It had been nearly six years since my mentor Lesley had passed on along with my half-brother, her slave. During that time dear reader much has happened, the business has expanded with new horizons added to the services we, that is my staff, and I, are capable of supplying.

I have been gifted a new diary to replace the lost and later recovered, thanks to some fortuitous meeting by Mai in a shopping centre, and given to me by my staff as a birthday present.

 

The complete tale's can be found in:

Madam in attendance, and Madam in Attendance 2.

Published by Pinkflamingo Publications.

Written by S.M.Ackerman for all to read.

 

It is my intention to continue mostly in the same way, as previously this will contain our personal stories in detail, covering our lives and living. Following the successes of the previous diaries after publishing, this third instalment has been compiled and released. Clearly as you are reading it that has been done, therefore all I can say to you directly is, 'read on and enjoy if you will.'

I was young and inexperienced when a now deceased Madam took me under her wing; I had a natural ability to dominate, which she had recognised. I was inducted into the running and service providing of her established but understaffed business, from there on, I thrived. I inherited quiet shockingly and unexpected by the sudden death in a car accident of Madam and my half brother, not only the business but also the total responsibility for the staff and slaves within it. This eventually led to two conclusions.

The first was my being the only true dominatrix and therefore being over worked; the second being that to expand the business required relocating it to a larger, better suited location. This happened nearly three years ago with the help of a man who sold himself into slavery, and other friends of the business and my deceased mentor and myself.

I inherited total responsibility for a female slave called Clair, an oriental very refined lady called Mai, who acted as greeter and has a great wit and understanding but can be manipulative in positive well meant ways. Her ability to become a dominatrix is curtailed by the simple fact that she does not like to touch slaves or strangers in anyway, which is something we have found positive ways around and usefully ways to accommodate, as will become clearer later on. Then there is Paul whose addition I personally oversaw, he is the male who introduced me to this ex-school and then helped arrange its purchase and later became one of my personal staff slaves.

Next I added the new member of the domination team, she is called Ria and has been incredibly successful and a fast learner as well. She has a few idiosyncrasies of her own but I can deal with them as they appear.

Alison joined us via a purchase agreement with Mrs Allott, a long-term friend and service user. Alison has thrived both as a female personal slave to me and as a dominatrix to the business, she having taken total control over our slave kennels. Yes, we offer residential slave kennels to our clients, to ease their lives, by having a safe secure and suitable place for them to deposit their slaves. Safe in the knowledge that they will receive everything that might be desired by their owner.

There is one other major player in this my tale, that is Mrs Allott our benefactor and the friend who has repeatedly helped us through the shocks that life has thrown at us. Her husband runs a print business, and is a natural submissive and client to my business, as well as being the perfect source for all of our printing.

There you have it: myself as House Madam, Mistress Ria my second in command, our greeter Mai, our kennel Madam and also my personal slave Alison, and two other slaves. There is also Jan who is our gardener and stepsister to Ria. She also used to be known as Jim, but that all changed when she accepted the offer I made to her. She lives with Lois, Ria's mum and Jan's stepmother. Lois and Jan share the gatehouse and are building a business addition in the form of a farm shop for the public. Finally there is a very long list of clients, who require a wide and often puzzling, but always entertaining list of services we exist to provide.

We, I, will take this opportunity to point out are not a brothel in the traditional sense; we do not under any circumstances sell sex or sexual relief. We instead provide a service to submissive and or masochistically inclined clients, in the form of domination and punishment as suits their needs, Only!

So dear reader you have a basic outline of our world, from here on everything you read is our reality. *

 

 

 

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A Note From The Author.

Because of the complexity of certain situations, liberties have had to be taken with time and dates for clarity and to add to the enjoy ability of the reader.

MADAM IN ATTENDANCE 3

 

Chapter 1

 

My mum left a message for me with Mai, our oriental greeter, asking if I could pop over sometime later today to the gatehouse, as she wanted to talk to me. As it happens I have a spare hour at about two pm, so I gave her a ring and said so. Something sounded odd? Mum is now separated from her awful bigamist husband, she now lives in our gatehouse with my stepsister Jan and runs our B.D.S.M. brothels 'Market Garden', and soon to be second-hand bookshop, or so I believe. Jan is her stepdaughter, formally her step son, who is now my step sister. Lois is my mother, Jan who used to be called Jim was her stepson back in the past, but all of that has changed and distinctly for the better if you ask me. Confusing I know, but quite simple really Jim became Jan and life moved on with every one happy and accepting of the change, especially Jan herself.

Jim, now Jan joined me living in as the houses gardener initially, until mum took the gatehouse and then she moved in with her. Where she then became Jan at all times to everyone including our mum and me. It all seems to be working out perfectly. Madam had manoeuvred the situations of each of us to obtain the satisfactory situation. I had met Madam because of a need of sorts to be disciplined for something's I had done and felt guilty as hell about, along the way.

I discovered that I am indeed one rare woman in the B.D.S.M world! I am a natural dominant most of the time and so deal with my client list taking the pressure off of Madam. At other occasional times I am a submissive in need of discipline, which is how this all started, and can be found in detail in Madam's second book 'Madam in Attendance. 'Book 2.'

The house we live in is an old school to which a man called Paul guided Madam. He as a part of the purchase agreement sold himself into slavery to Madam and the house. It is perfect for our needs having about eight acres of land and being gated and walled all around, providing privacy for everyone inside, as well as security for the future. It was renovated by one of our slaves, a builder, called by us 'the Maggot' to a very high standard. We can now offer a much wider range of punishment or domination and bondage services and other such situations to our client list.

We do not offer sex in any form to our clients; I just want to make that very clear!

Jim had joined as our gardener and became Jan on that first day. Mum came to live in the gatehouse a few weeks later and things have progressed perfectly well for us all. That is why a request from my mum for me to visit her at my earliest, coupled with the strange sound of her voice, left me feeling concerned that something bad had happened.

As Mistress Ria I had a client to cane and educate this morning, so I could not do what naturally occurred to me to do, which was to attend on mum right now, immediately or even sooner. This client could not initially be just secured and left to his own devices; he needed the strict presence of his teacher, that's me, and the harsh discipline I will provide to him, just as he deserves it to be provided. So it was that about one o'clock I walked out of the rear of our home and headed along the old track running beside the old school playing fields, headed towards the close gate which separates mum's home from ours.

My mortarboard and gown I had left in the lounge for when I returned, as for the rest of my clothes they were not what might be called sexy but then they were not meant to be. I had on a cream blouse buttoned up to the neck and tight well fitting expensive cotton trousers, which showed of my hips and butt to perfection and believe it or not green rubber boots, because I had to walk along the old entrance way track to get to mum's; it had been raining recently so my high heels also remained in the lounge. Still mum would not mind the discrepancies to my dress.

I rang the bell and waited until she arrived to let me in. She hugs me saying 'thank you,' and led me to the rear of her house and out into her very private garden. Where much to my surprise she has prepared tea to drink with one of her thick homemade chocolate cakes she is so good at making, for us both to enjoy. Of Jan there is no sign, so clearly she will not be sitting in on this coming conversation between us.

 

As for my client when I had attended him earlier he was perfectly presented with his dark grey school shorts around his ankles and his pants around his knees, and bent over reaching down the far side of the whipping bench, holding tight to the cross bar and waiting to hear and feel my wrath. He had failed to do his homework, and when I had ordered him to turn out his pockets I found chewing gum, which he well knows is banned in my school, and disgustingly a packet of ten cigarettes with some matches.

He claimed they were not his, I knew better. Either way makes little difference to me or for that matter to him. He has possession of them, he has brought them into my school and onward into my classroom, and as such it is him that should and will suffer the consequences for such flagrant breaches of school rules.

 

I looked around the classroom, it has a large teachers desk and a teacher's chair currently neatly tucked in under the desk, with a large imposing black-board behind it. Next to the desk is the whipping bench, a classic piece of original old school equipment that has seen much use over its lifetime and will continue to do so well into the future. I suppose I should also confess that I am one of the many that has been secured in its clutches to receive my well deserved due.

Next to that is a double wardrobe set into a recess in the wall in which is kept a wide range of discipline and punishment equipment. Within its closed doors are straps tawse'es bondage equipment and today a freshly cut and bound birch just in case my naughty boy deserves to feel its tenderising kiss.

I know from my ride on the bench just how effective the birch can be to modify a naughty culprit; Madam had showed me that simple truth on my first visit to her domain, prior to my joining the staff and becoming the second dominant in her business. So that is the cupboard and its contents, standing innocently with its doors closed concealing the threat it contains from my deserving clients.

Within that closed cupboard, held hidden behind its old unlocked wooden doors resides their fate and comfort, a simple fact that they have all come to realise and understand. A simple door to hell and freedom from guilt, in the form of justice provided for them, something that all of my culprits know only to well, and desire unreservedly.

There are only two items I have any real interest in to deal with this naughty boy, my cane and one other, which I will leave in place for now. After all I do not want this disgusting boy to know what is going to happen to him shortly. The cane I remove and walking past his naked out thrust bottom I slam the bamboo cane down on the clear polished surface of my desk. The sound it makes echoes around the large room and my culprit twitches exactly as I expected him too.

He dare not look around to see what I am doing, so the sounds I make are the only indicators of what is to happen to him. There is a considerable amount of psychology used and applied in the disciplining process I have learned. This naughty boy is not going to be spared any of it before he is finally allowed to leave, with homework to do of course, which must be done before his next visit to my schoolroom.

Totally unbeknown to him I am remembering a slightly different scenario being played out in this room. In it, it is me wearing my old school uniform, bent across that whipping bench secured at hand and foot, held tight in place by a waist belt, waiting like my naughty boy is waiting for my correction to begin. Unlike him I know exactly what I am to receive, it had been decided whilst sitting in a coffee shop after I had regaled Madam with my offence of caning my stepbrother by the use of blackmail, I having caught him on his knees worshiping a picture of a leather clad Madam.

That had all happened a long time ago but still it haunts me and turns me on if I admit the truth. I, just like this disgusting boy require to be punished occasionally, and I have harboured for quite a long time a way of both receiving my much desired justice, whilst also making a reasonable return to the house by my so doing.