Consequences for a rich girl

Daddy was absolutely livid when he collected me from the Police Station. Daddy’s lawyer made the charges go away but Daddy made it very clear that there would be consequences and a girl can’t exactly argue when her Daddy controls the purse strings.

That was why I obediently rang the doorbell of a large but otherwise nonde*********** house in Mayfair. The highly polished front door was opened by a woman about ten years my senior. She had short brown hair and was dressed in black – baggy, military style trousers and a sweatshirt with heavy black boots. She was not a large woman but she moved with that confidence which signals someone who can look after herself.

I gave my name and she stood aside so that I could enter. We went through an opulent entrance hall and into a room which came as a shock. It was a total contrast to the entrance in that it was pretty bare. There were blinds drawn over the windows although enough daylight seeped through so that we could see. The walls were painted green and there were three very cheap wooden chairs and a small wooden table. There was a low wooden cupboard against the wall with two doors like one which our cook had used to store things in the kitchen.

I may as well call the woman Ms Black. She explained my situation to me.

“We are a small and very discreet private company which provides special services for wealthy clients – specifically wealthy parents who do not wish their family name to be dragged through the courts but who, equally, do not wish their progeny to escape the consequences of their actions.

“Your being here indicates that you have promised your parent or guardian that you will abide by all of our rules for as long as it is deemed necessary for you to be bound to our terms. We are now at the very last point where you may simply turn around and leave. If you voluntarily choose to submit to our regime we will expect total compliance and failure to provide that will result in the cancellation of our contract with your guardian who will then impose on you his own penalty which will probably result in a very large reduction in your income and therefore your lifestyle. Do you understand this and do you voluntarily agree to comply with our regime?”

I think she was using the word “voluntary” in her own special way but I really had no choice. I mumbled a Yes and she made me repeat it just so that all was clear.

“You need to remove all jewelry and any hair clips, slides or similar items and place them on the table.”

Despite her being not much taller than me she somehow seemed to tower over me and I did not like the way that her eyes were so fixed upon me. It was very dehumanizing to comply with her order but my hair was soon hanging completely free and I felt naked without my watch, rings and necklace. If only that had been the end of it.

“Please remove all your clothing and fold it neatly in a single pile on the table.”

Surely she was just testing me to see what I would do. I asked her what she meant – OK, I know that sounds stupid but it is what I said.

“My instruction was clear and so was my earlier explanation of the consequences of any dissent. I am going to do you a favor and forget that you just dissented but, in your own interests, you need to comply very swiftly.”

She was talking like a robot. She had definitely worked in some official position because all officials learn that technique. The purpose is to let you know that you are totally helpless and there is nothing which you can do or say which will deflect them from following their procedure. She was almost certainly a dyke but she was not a man so I undressed in as businesslike a way as I could; that left me feeling unnaturally cold and extremely vulnerable with my hands doing their best to provide essential cover.

Ms Black told me to turn all the way around which I did under her gaze. She then opened one of the cabinet doors and I saw a pile of pale grey folded clothing. My jailor took out the top item which proved to be a cheap tracksuit with trousers and top folded one inside the other; she placed it on the table and told me to get dressed.

I was grateful to have some clothing and decided that it would be unwise to ask for underwear.