Almost Chance
by
Noé Bodé
This work is copyright 2011 by Noé Bodé. All rights reserved.
You can contact the author on anonymous.writer@gmail.com
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter 1
As the train rolled through the countryside, Jen realised that one of the advantages of being unemployed was that you didn't have to travel at the same time as everyone else. Sure, there were all the drawbacks - her rapidly expanding overdraft being the most prominent of those - but for now she could enjoy the fact that the train was almost empty, feeling like a private carriage taking her where she wanted to go. She didn't have to worry about finding a seat or being crammed in with commuters and instead had a whole row to herself. Indeed, except for the couple of people at the other end of the carriage, she was alone, and she was making the most of it. She was petite, so didn't normally take up much space as it was, but now she could spread out on the row of seats, resting her legs out on them as though it were one big couch.
The countryside they were passing through was pretty, but it got boring after a while and she lost herself in her book instead, barely noticing that the train had stopped at a small station and then pulled away again. Jen was only aware of it when she saw that someone else had boarded and sat down on a seat near her. She glanced up from her book, wondering why this person had decided to sit so close to her, when so many other seats were free, hoping it wasn't some guy who was going to try and chat her up. She relaxed inwardly when she saw it was another woman then tensed again, but in a different way, when she saw how attractive the new passenger was.
Jen had always regarded herself as bisexual, but it had been a while since she'd made love with another woman. Indeed, breaking that long empty streak had been part of the reason for this trip up to see Kelly. The two of them had always been friends more than they'd been lovers, even when they were sharing a flat during their final year at University, but they'd both enjoyed scratching the other's itch and providing sexual release when there were no boyfriends around to do it. They'd not seen each other for almost a year since their graduation and Jen had eagerly accepted her Kelly's invitation to come and visit her at the different college where she was studying for a Masters degree, a chance to pretend she was a student again for a few days rather than an unemployed graduate. Neither of them had said it in so many words - they never did - but they'd both lamented their mutual lack of sex lives on the phone when planning Jen's visit and she was sure that this would be rectified for both of them.
Although Jen had been with many more men than women as lovers, she had always preferred female bodies to male ones and the woman sitting opposite her possessed what was easily one of the most beautiful bodies she'd ever seen. Partly because the thought of getting together with Kelly again soon was prominent in her mind, Jen found herself continually looking at the woman, stealing glances up from her book every few moments. The woman was busy looking through papers and talking on a mobile phone to someone, her accent refined and aristocratic, but not disarmingly so.
Her hair caught Jen's attention first - long and a deep shade of red, curling ever so slightly as it flowed over her shoulders. She was in either her late 20s or early 30s, Jen thought, but however old she was she clearly looked after her body and was proud to show it off with its mixture of slim elegance and rounded curves in all the right places. She had a beautifully long, almond-shaped face with high cheekbones rising up from full red lips, her skin just pale enough to offset and accentuate the red of her hair. Her clothes fitted her so well they looked as though they had been made for her and her alone - a perfectly fitting white silk blouse that hugged her stomach and then moved out smoothly to show off her full round breasts and tight leather trousers that seemed to move with her like a tight second skin around long slim legs that tapered down to stiletto boots made of a matching material. Jen was amazed that a woman as beautiful as this was even travelling by train - she looked like the sort of person made to travel everywhere by chauffeured limousine and private jet.
They stopped at another small station. The people at the far end of the carriage got off, leaving the two of them alone as no one else got on board. As the train pulled out of the station and slowly picked up speed again, the woman finished her conversation and put the phone back in her elegant handbag, along with the papers she'd been consulting. Jen turned back to her book.
"Did you like what you saw?" Jen looked up. The woman was staring straight at her, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth, a glint in her grey eyes.
"What do you mean?" Jen asked her, feeling herself blush, embarrassed at being caught out when she thought she'd been subtle. She was expecting the woman to stand up and angrily walk off to the other end of the carriage, but instead she just sat there, her eyes burning into Jen.
"I said, did you like what you saw? You've spent the last half hour looking me up and down, haven't you? Did you think I hadn't noticed?"
"I'm sorry. I -"
"Sorry? Why? Do you think I don't like being looked at by girls? If I didn't like it, I'd have got up and moved."
Jen was dumbfounded by this and couldn't think of anything to say. She could feel herself blushing furiously under the woman's gaze and part of her wished for the seat to open up and swallow her. Another part of her was intrigued, unsure just what the woman had been implying.
"You are a quiet one, aren't you? What's your name?"
"Jen."
"Well Jen, as you've had such a good look at me, I think it's only fair that I get a look at you, don't you think? Stand up."
Jen wanted to protest and refuse, but something in the woman's tone compelled her to obey. She stood carefully, wobbling a little with the movement of the train and the shakiness of her legs and took a couple of steps so she was standing in front of the woman. Jen knew she wasn't dressed anywhere near as glamorously as her, but she was glad she'd made a bit of an effort with her appearance, wanting to let Kelly know she was looking for sex when she arrived. The woman stretched out a hand and placed it on Jen's hip, causing her to gasp involuntarily as she softly moved it up her side lifting her short skirt slightly then letting her fingers slide over the soft wool of her tight sweater. Jen could feel her breathing becoming faster, more ragged as the woman's hand moved towards her breast then was quickly taken away.
"Very nice indeed, my dear Jen. I think I'd like to see more and I think you won't mind showing me more, will you? Sit down and remove your shoes."
Part of Jen's mind was screaming at her, asking her what she thought she was doing, but she ignored it, feeling intoxicated by this mysterious woman's presence, knowing that to stop, to refuse, would mean she'd leave her and she'd never know any more of her, probably never see her again. Jen knew that she wanted to be with this woman more than anyone else she'd ever met before and would do anything for that. She sat on the seat directly opposite the woman and slid off her shoes.
"Good. Now, you look warm enough, so I think you can remove your tights as well, can't you?" She was still looking directly at Jen, impassive and almost daring her to refuse. Jen reached up under her skirt and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her tights, sliding them down over her smooth legs. As she exposed them, she was aware of how imperfect they seemed compared to the leather-clad ones opposite her. As she slid them off her feet the woman held out her hand, and Jen gave them to her, watching her smile as she put them in her bag. That done, she leant forward and ran her hands down Jen's bare legs, letting the tips of her fingers run along them. Jen watched, seeing the perfect blood red ovals of her nails flow over her skin, a feeling like millions of tiny electric shocks bursting underneath them.
"And finally, for now, your underwear." She looked up questioningly at Jen, her hands still gently resting just below her knees, as if she wondered whether she'd take this final step. Jen breathed deeply and acted quickly before her courage could dissipate. She put her hands back under her skirt and quickly removed the small pair of lacy panties she was wearing. As she slid them down, the woman sat back in her chair watching intently, then taking the panties from Jen and softly sniffing them before placing them in her bag with the tights. Jen had never been out like this before, naked beneath a skirt she wished were longer, feeling the gentle breeze that moved through the carriage brush against her dampness.
"Now, do you taste as good as you smell, dear Jen?" She said, and moved forward again, sliding on her seat till she was perched on the end, her legs interlaced with Jen's rubbing the tight leather against her bare skin. She placed her right hand on the inner thigh of Jen's right leg and slowly moved it up. Jen could feel her legs parting almost involuntarily as the woman's hand moved toward her wet slit. Their faces were close, so close Jen could feel the softness of the woman's breath on her cheek, see her flawless smooth skin so close, her eyes still staring deep into her, almost completely unblinking, the soft scent of her perfume filling her nostrils. Jen tried to keep her breathing under control as she felt the woman's hand move further up her thigh until it nestled between her legs.
Jen let out a soft contented moan as she felt a solitary finger rub against the soft lips of her pussy, moving slowly up and down and then sliding easily inside her. It moved slightly inside her before the woman slowly pulled it out and carefully removed her hand from under her skirt. Jen kept absolutely still as she watched the woman raise her hand up between their faces. The woman parted her lips and then slowly sucked on her finger, smiling as she tasted Jen's juices in her mouth. After she'd sucked it all off her finger she removed it, licking her lips as she moved back to her seat.
"Very nice. Very nice indeed. Now tell me, dear Jen, how far you're planning on travelling on this train today."
"To the end of the line. I'm visiting a ... friend."
"Really? Well, I'm getting off at the next station, so you have a choice to make, my dear."
"A choice?"
"Yes. You have to decide if you want to stay on this train, carry on to see your 'friend' and leave me with just the souvenirs you've given me, or you can delay seeing your friend for a day and come with me when I get off." She glanced at her watch. "You have a couple of minutes before we get there to decide, and I want you to remain silent while you think over your options. I shall get off and leave when we get there, and you must decide whether to follow me or not."
As she finished speaking, Jen felt the train beginning to slow down as her mind raced through the two choices. Carry on to see Kelly and explain why she was without tights or underwear and how she turned down this beautiful woman for her, or abandon her friend for this unique chance? She knew there wasn't really a choice, and that it had effectively been made as soon as the option was given to her.
The train pulled into another quiet station. Jen watched the woman stand up and walk to the doors, not even glancing at her as she passed through them and stepped onto the platform. Quickly, Jen picked up her bag and followed her, the cool air outside bringing goose pimples to her bare legs and exciting her naked pussy.
Aside from the woman, there was no one else on the station. The train pulled away leaving the two of them on the platform. As it left the woman turned round and smiled as she saw Jen standing there.
“Good. Now we can really begin. Follow me.”
Chapter 2
The car sped through the quiet country roads. It was a black Audi, still shiningly new but the woman drove it as though she'd been part of it for her whole life, effortlessly taking it at speed through the twisty corners, gripping the corners like a professional racing driver. They'd driven like this ever since they'd left the railway station, the woman's car waiting for her in the car park there.
Fast driving like this usually scared Jen, ever since a teenage boyfriend had nearly killed them both when his showing off had almost resulted in a collision with a lorry, but now she felt totally safe sitting in the passenger seat with her hands folded demurely in her lap. Everything about this woman made her feel different to how she had before she'd got on that train, and this was no exception. She looked over at her occasionally and saw how her focus on the road mirrored the total focus she had shown toward Jen on the train, her concentration seeming to bend the road to her will as it had claimed Jen.
"You should call your friend now and tell her you've been delayed." The woman said, not taking her eyes off the road.
"What should I tell her?" Jen replied, taking her mobile phone out of her bag. She wondered what Kelly's reaction would be to being told that she'd met a beautiful stranger who'd captivated and seduced her on the train and was now taking her back to her place, wherever that may be.
"Tell her you've been delayed, but don't tell her why, and let her know you'll be there tomorrow. That's all she needs to know."
She made the call and got Kelly's voicemail, her phone obviously turned off. She was glad about that, not sure if she'd have been able to explain it to Kelly in person. unsure of how she'd have answered the inevitable questions. Now, that could wait until tomorrow. She kept her voice as steady as possible when leaving a message. "Hi Kelly, it's me. Look, I'm really sorry but something's come up and I can't make it up today but I'll be there tomorrow, I promise, OK? See you then."
"Good." The woman said. "Now turn off the phone and put it in the glove compartment. You won't need it for now." Jen did as she was told, ignoring the part of her mind that tried to protest, and sat back in her demure position. She looked over at the woman next to her and watched her lick her lips slowly as she concentrated on driving.
"I need to taste you again, dear Jen. Wet two fingers for me, please."
She didn't need to be asked twice. The woman had turned the air conditioning on high when they got in the car and the cool breeze had been playing between her legs, teasing her, reminding her of how open she was underneath her skirt. Jen pulled up her skirt with her right hand, and slowly ran two fingers over her exposed lips, feeling them slide across, sending notes of welcome pleasure through her body as the palm of her hand brushed against her clit. Gently, she pushed the tips of her fingers against her lips, feeling them give way easily, her moistness easily lubricating their way inside her. She felt a growing desire to come within her as she penetrated herself, the fingers slipping easily into her, but she resisted the temptation to bring herself off there and then, knowing that was not what had been asked of her, feeling that she should do exactly what had been requested of her by this gorgeous woman beside her.
She could feel the wetness all over her fingers as she slid them out of her. As she moved her hand away, a thin trail of her juices fell onto her exposed thigh creating another pleasurable sensation for her as they quickly dried and cooled in the fresh conditioned air. Carefully, she moved her hand towards the woman, not wanting to disturb her concentration on the road. As Jen’s fingers moved to her lips, the woman opened her mouth slowly, her tongue coming out in a slow lapping motion, beckoning her in. Jen closed her eyes as she felt the touch of that tongue on her finger tips, slowly tracing around her nails, sliding all around them, gently coaxing the fingers into her mouth until she'd taken them fully in, her tongue hard against them, moving them around her mouth, almost sucking on them.
Jen could smell the musk of her arousal filling the car, mixing with the woman's sweet perfume to create an intoxicating mix in the cool air. She sighed as the woman finished licking at her fingers, gently pushing them out of her mouth and letting Jen return her hand to her lap. Jen opened her eyes and looked over at the woman as she smiled and licked her lips. Looking down at her fingers, she saw a faint trace of red around the base of them from the woman's rich lipstick marking her like a ring around them. They drove on in silence, the woman concentrating on the road, Jen not wanting to say anything that would break the sultry, sexual mood that filled the car.
"Here we are." The woman said, as they turned another corner onto a short track through some trees. They emerged from the small copse in front of a large house, something between an old farmhouse and country retreat that looked several hundred years old. There was a modern garage attached to one side of it and the car headed there, the door opening automatically as they approached and closing silently behind them as the woman parked.
"Now, before we go in, these are the rules. There are only three, but I expect them to be obeyed at all times. First, once you cross through that doorway there into the house itself, you become totally mine until tomorrow and will obey any orders I give you. You are to do nothing unless I explicitly command you to do it. Second, for you I have only one name and that is 'Mistress'. You shall refer to me as that and that only while you are in my house. Thirdly, you are to remove all your remaining clothes before entering the house to signify that you are my possession. The only clothes you will wear in there will be ones I give you. Do you understand?"
Jen swallowed hard, trying to conquer her nerves, not wanting her voice to waver. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good girl." She smiled again, her face lighting up with delight. "Now, I am going to go into the house. I want you to remain here and think over those rules before following me. Remember that once you enter I will have your total obedience. If you feel you cannot give me that, remain seated here for half an hour and I will return you to the train station. But, if you choose to come in and give yourself to me freely, I promise to introduce you to a world of pleasure that you will have never dreamt of before. Think carefully, and I will await you inside."
With that, she swiftly moved out of the car and walked into the house. Jen watched her as she disappeared through the doorway and felt an urge to run after her, stripping off her clothes as she went, to give herself to Mistress as soon as possible. She resisted it, knowing that this was a test she had been set, a last chance to stop this if she wanted to or a chance to show she fully understood what she was letting herself in for.
Mistress. She ran the word through her head, thinking of all its implications. She had heard of people like that, people who took their pleasure from dominating others who submitted to them. Submissive. That was her, what Mistress wanted of her, what she wanted her to be, someone who gave herself to another willingly, someone who put themselves in the hands of a Mistress for greater pleasure. She'd always thought that people like that only existed in fantasy, not in the real world, not in the world she lived in and especially not her. But now she realised that Mistress had merely awoken and discovered a tendency that had been in her always - the helpless girl who always let her lovers, both male and female, take the lead, who had taken the most pleasure from giving up control, from being taken. She just hadn't known the experience could be as pure as this, this total surrender to another. From that moment on the train when Mistress had commanded her to stand up through to now she'd been in a new world of submission, of giving up all pretence of control of the situation, and it had made her feel better than ever before.
She closed her eyes, breathed deeply and centred herself, preparing to take that final step, letting go of her last few fears and worries and letting herself feel on a level beyond mere knowledge that she could do this, could place her trust, her obedience, her life in the hands of Mistress. As she opened her eyes she felt a new sensation of peace and serenity wash over her, knowing that although chance had placed her here, it was fate that had shown her that this was her true path.
Jen stepped out of the car and undressed swiftly, removing her sweater, bra, and skirt, folding them neatly, then placing them on the car seat, laying her shoes on top. She looked down at them as she walked away from the car, her feet slapping on the cold stone floor, as though she was saying goodbye to an old life, then looked towards the doorway and walked into her new life.
Chapter 3
Jen felt something change within her as she crossed through the doorway and entered Mistress's house. In part, it was just butterflies in her stomach, anticipation building quickly within her as she knew that all the mysterious promise Mistress offered was now within her grasp, but it was also more than that, an amplified version of the same feeling she'd had leaving her clothes in the car, that feeling that she was shedding an old skin, an old life, and becoming someone new. She knew that if just a couple of hours ago someone had told her that she'd be walking naked into another woman's house she'd have laughed, but now it seemed like the most natural thing to do.
The house was clearly very old but had been well maintained. She walked into a large, spacious, high-ceilinged room, ancient beams supporting the walls around them, smooth warm wood on the floor. The room was sparsely decorated - a few framed stylised pictures of nude women on plain white walls, two large sash windows, an empty fireplace, a couple of leather couches but nothing else. Two closed doors in the far walls obviously led on to the rest of the house.
Mistress stood in the centre of the room, casually, her hands behind her back as she watched Jen walk towards her. Jen stopped a few paces away from her, waiting for her to say something, give her some command, but she just stood there silently, coolly looking Jen up and down, examining her nude body. Suddenly, Jen realised what was expected of her and crouched down, falling to her knees on the floor, lowering her head folding her hands in her lap as though she was in prayer. Mistress remained silent, but then Jen heard the click of her heels on the floor as she walked towards her and then around her in a wide circle before stopping in front of her. With her head lowered, Jen could still see Mistress's leather boots, shining slightly in the sun that drifted in through the windows, flickering through the leaves of the trees that surrounded the house.
"Excellent, dear Jen, excellent." She could almost hear the smile in Mistress's voice, the soft purring tones of her voice. "Now, sit up straight and look at me."
Jen had been aware before that Mistress was taller than her, but this was a revelation to her as she craned her neck back to look up at the beautiful face staring down at her. Even as she looked she felt as though she were shrinking in her presence, so completely dominant did she appear. She held her hands in front of her now, what looked like a small black leather belt between them.
"While you are with me, I will give you many gifts, but this collar is the first, and all others lead from it. By entering my house, you have already given yourself to me, but this is to serve as a reminder that while you wear it, you are my possession. Take it and put it on, but understand that only I can take it off you."
She held it out to Jen, who raised her hands to receive it. It was almost two inches wide, with a buckle like a belt, but far too short to fit around anyone's waist. Jen carefully lifted it to her throat and then wrapped it around her neck, careful to avoid trapping any of her dark curly hair between it and her skin as she slid the strap through the buckle and fixed it tightly.
"Is it comfortable, sweet Jen?"
"Yes, Mistress, very comfortable."
"Good. Now roll your head around to be sure it doesn't chafe you badly, or restrict your breathing." Jen did as she was commanded, feeling the leather pinch slightly, but not uncomfortably, already bending and moulding to her shape. "Is it good?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, now stand up and let me examine my new slave properly."
Slave. As Mistress said that word, Jen realised that was what she had become in just a short space of time. A willing slave, someone who gave themselves to another completely, totally devoted to their owner's wishes. It was as though she had become an entirely new person - the old Jen would have recoiled from the very concept, but the new Jen revelled in it, feeling pleasure at just being described in that way. She stood up carefully, not wanting to lose her balance and end up embarrassing herself by sprawling on the floor before Mistress, eventually standing straight with her arms hanging by her sides.
Mistress moved close to her as she stood, moving her body so it pressed lightly against Jen's, letting Jen feel the soft warmth of leather against her legs, the cool silk of Mistress's blouse brushing against her chest. She placed her hands under Jen's chin, slowly raising her face to look at her, then moving her slender fingers over her cheeks, running them through her hair, her face so close to Jen's they were almost touching, her soft sweet breath playing over Jen's lips. Jen knew she wanted to kiss those beautiful full lips, taste her Mistress's mouth on hers. Her whole mind seemed focused on doing that, but she resisted, remembering that she had could only follow Mistress's orders, and she had not been told to kiss her. Then, suddenly, Mistress moved back, her hands moving down over Jen's shoulders to her small round breasts, cupping them gently from beneath, her thumbs just below her nipples. She smiled, her mouth opening slightly to reveal perfect white teeth behind the bright red lips.
"You wished to kiss me then, didn't you my dear?"
"Yes, Mistress." Jen blushed, slightly ashamed at being so obvious in her desire.
"But you resisted and that's good. You knew I hadn't told you to, so you denied your desire as a good slave should. Well done, sweet Jen, you are showing me that I made a good choice in taking you." As she talked her thumbs moved upward slightly so they rested on the tips of Jen's nipples, moving slightly, making them harden with arousal. "When you are with me, you will feel many urges to take your pleasure now, give in to your desires, but I want you to learn to resist them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, I think so."
"Until now, I'm sure that you've just seen sex as a way to get your gratification as quickly as possible, whoever you're with, whether you're making love or just fucking. I offer you more than that, a true discovery of the world of your sensuality, a chance to find pleasures you never knew existed." Her thumbs were moving even more now, the tips of her fingers stroking the underside of Jen's breasts. Her words filled Jen's soul, the softness of her voice echoing deep within her mind. "You have given over control of your desires to me, my dear Jen, and in the time we have together, I will show you how to resist them, how you can earn your greatest pleasures. You want to make love to me, don't you Jen, explore my body, taste me, explore me, make me writhe in pleasure, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress, oh yes." Just the thought of it was filling her with desire, adding extra textures to the waves of pleasure moving through her body from her aroused breasts.
"Well, that is a pleasure you must earn. You are well on the way so far, but you must show me you are worthy of sharing my bed, even as a slave." She moved closer to Jen again, her hands sliding off her breasts and down across her stomach until they rested on her hips. Then Mistress slowly crouched down, her hands smoothly moving down the outside of Jen's bare thighs, knees, calves until they circled her ankles.
"Move your legs apart for me, my dear." Jen obeyed, carefully moving one foot across the wooden floor, feeling the air move steadily between her legs, cooling the warmth between them slightly. Mistress moved her hands to the inside of her legs now, her fingers tracing slow circles as she rose, gradually standing up, moving her feet slightly until she was behind Jen, her hands now resting flat on the front of her thighs, slowly pulling herself close up against Jen's back, letting Jen feel the smoothness of silk against it, her rear pressed against the leather. Mistress moved her hands together, her thumbs and fingers forming a heart around Jen's pussy, nestled in the soft hair but just short of touching her intimately.
Jen could feel both of their hearts beating, hers going hard and fast, Mistress's slow and steady as she held them together, her breathing steady as she rested her head on Jen's shoulder, her legs bent at the knees as she leant into her. For what seemed like an eternity to Jen, they remained like that, the room silent, only the faint sounds of the countryside outside disturbing the room. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Jen felt Mistress's thumbs move, moving through the soft down of her public hair until they were both hovering just above her clit. At the same time, she moved her first fingers up towards them, moving them in until they were resting on the wet lips of her pussy. Mistress moved her hip against Jen, grinding against her and pushing her sensitive areas onto Mistress's fingers which began to rub her, her thumbs making tiny circles on and round her clit, her fingers rubbing up against her lips. Jen could feel herself getting wetter as Mistress did this to her, keeping the same rhythmic movements of her body against hers, Jen doing her best to keep the control of herself that Mistress had demanded, her body filling with sensation as the pleasure from her clit met with the residual waves from her aroused breasts.
She bit her lip, closing her eyes as another wave of joy washed through her and subsided. She realised that Mistress had been right and that each time she resisted the siren song of the pleasure within her, those calls to give way to the pleasure and surrender to the release of orgasm, she felt better and better, the level of pleasure throughout her body already higher than anything she had every experienced before, her nerves tingling throughout her body, not just in her aroused areas. She felt Mistress slow down the rhythm of her grinding, her fingers and thumbs slowly relenting from the pressure they'd been exerting on her until it finally ceased and they were still and silent again. She could feel their heartbeats again - hers going almost uncontrollably, Mistress's still slow and steady against her back.
"Well done, my sweet." Mistress murmured into her ear. "You are already learning quickly and well. Now take your reward." She raised her hands up from between Jen's legs and presented her with one of the fingers that had been rubbing her pussy. Jen could see that it was glistening slickly with her juices and took it into her mouth eagerly, seeing Mistress take the other finger into her own mouth. Jen sucked hungrily on Mistress's finger, wrapping her tongue around it as it slid deep into her mouth. She'd never tasted herself so purely before, occasionally getting a sense of her own taste from a lover's lips, but now she eagerly accepted her own scent in her mouth, knowing that it belonged to her Mistress.