The morning disappeared quickly after breakfast as I worked my way through the newspaper in the conservatory and he looked at the morning correspondence that the postal worker had brought. I mentally pictured his front door for a moment.
“Jason, you don’t have a letter box?” I queried.
Jason looked bemused by my comment.
“Well rather pointless, postman can’t deliver up here, wouldn’t get past the gate. He drops them off at the gatehouse and one of the guys brings them up and leaves them in the hallway. Same with the newspaper. Which reminds me, don’t go trooping around in the nude in the hallway, I don’t want them seeing you like that if they are dropping anything off for me,” he spoke sternly.
“I will ensure I’m well covered up, sir,” I smiled and returned to the literary review section of the newspaper.
“I won’t be here for lunch. I have an informal business meeting to attend,” Jason was looking at his watch as he spoke.
“Oh, right,” I wondered what I was going to be doing if he was going to be busy all day.
“Do you drive?” he asked me.
Jason put his letters to one side and turned to face me. I reciprocated and dropped my newspaper on the floor.
“Yes, of course. I don’t have a car, no point when living in a city.”
“I’ll arrange for you to have a car at your disposal here, in the meantime one of the drivers can take you out and about if you like.”
My face must have looked confused and he frowned at me.
“Am I going somewhere?” I asked puzzled.
“Jeez, Gemma, you’re not a prisoner here. I assumed you would like to, you know, do stuff instead of sitting around here on your bum all day,” he sounded impatient with me.
My mouth formed one of those ‘O’ shaped expressions.
“Yes, oh silly goldfish girl. There are some pretty villages around here. A few have little boutiques and the like.”
He slapped his thighs as if the matter was dealt with and stood up stretching his arms.
“Thank you. I didn’t, I mean,” I stumbled over my words, “I assumed that you would have plans for me during the day.”
“What sex?” Jason looked down at me surprised. “I like a good fuck, but, Gemma, I’m not a machine, a man needs to rest,” he joked.
“No I meant, you know jobs, tasks, that sort of thing,” I blushed crimson and looked at my feet.
Jason threw his head back with laughter.
“Oh good grief. No. Did you think I would have you scrubbing floors or polishing the silver in the nude or something? I’m not that kind of dom. I have cleaners for fuck sake. Well if you did servitude stuff in the past, you can forget it. You’re my submissive, my sexual submissive and not a slave, you don’t need to prove anything to me by debasing yourself about my house. Go enjoy yourself,” he shook his head in amusement.
I could not stop myself and threw my body into his arms.
“You’re the best ever,” I beamed at him, hugging him around his narrow waist. He patted my back affectionately.
“Go, off me. I have stuff to do.”
Jason pushed me away, for a moment I could see his embarrassment. The look was fleeting as instantly the serious Jason was back in command.
“Be back at five o’clock at the latest or they’ll be consequences.” The wonderful controlling voice had returned, it made me melt.
“Yes. Sir.”
The idea of consequences sounded almost too tantalising.
I took up his offer and I nervously rang the gatehouse extension number.