The Heroine of Havisham Hall - Part 20

Jack's momentous sixteenth birthday was eventually to culminate in his first truly intimate encounter with Gloria Havisham.   After he had finished serving the hot chocolate to his mother, and thanked her for her "very pretty card", he and Miss Havisham had left his mother's bedroom and retired to their own quarters.  For Jack this now meant entering Miss Havisham's room - in order to reach his own - and, once they were in her "boudoir", Madam informed him that she was now going to start presenting him with his birthday presents.


The first of these turned out to be his own key to their shared suite.  "So, my darling" Miss Havisham said to him "you may now enter and leave this room as you please".  "But it is still my room, of course" she added "and you will always be my maid, so you sleep in the little maid's room behind mine.  But first things first."  And with that, Gloria took Jack by the hand and led him over to her king-size bed, chuckling to herself as she did so.   "That uniform must be getting awfully uncomfortable now" she said, looking Jack in the eye.  "Let me show you something much more comfortable, which I'd like you to wear tonight."   And she handed Jack a small, very light package, beautifully wrapped with a little pink bow.  "I can't wait to see you in this my darling" she said as he started to unwrap it.  "And then our life together can really begin" she added with a little wink.


Jack carefully opened the delicate wrapping paper and there, in his hands, was the softest, lightest, dreamiest nightie he had ever felt or seen - a beautiful, petal pink, diaphanous gown with its own matching chiffon peignoir.   Jack was ecstatic.   "Oh Madam, it's lovely" he said as he felt the softness of the material - and, at the same time, a corresponding hardness to his own little secret...


"Well, hurry up and put it on, birthday boy" said Madam "we haven't got all night!  Shall I help you out of your uniform?"   And, as his employer, mistress and now lover helped Jack out of his parlourmaid's dress, his petticoat, his corset, his suspender belt, his bra, his panties and finally his gaff, she added with another little chuckle "well, it looks like someone's raring to go, that's for sure!  Now careful, you're going to have to put all these things back on in the morning to serve us our breakfasts before we go riding.  You've got to look the picture of femininity again then, to serve us all in our riding jackets and jodhpurs!   By the way, Elizabeth, I think we should leave your little plug where it is for now, it's so nice seeing you wiggle your way around the dining-room carrying a tray in your tight skirt and high heels!    I think we'll just take it out when my little Percy is ready for some action...."


Jack didn't quite understand what Madam meant by her "little Percy" but his mind was soon taken up with the thrill of his new nightwear, for moments later he was slipping the gorgeous nightdress over his head and experiencing the sensation of it as it fell down over his slim and increasingly feminine frame.   "Let's pop the peignoir on you as well" said Gloria "and these pink fluffy heeled slippers - oh, and a little spray of my Chanel no 5, I think - and then I'd like you to pop downstairs and get another bottle of that lovely bubbly.  I believe I left a bottle and some glasses in the drawing-room."


Yes Madam, of course Mad..., My Lady" responded Jack, as Gloria smiled lovingly at him and, once she had sprayed him with some more of the perfume, and refreshed his nice bright lipstick, she tied the neat little bow of Jack's peignoir under his chin.   Jack curtsied low to his beloved mistress and set off to fetch the champagne as instructed.


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As Jack crept downstairs he felt extremely self-conscious in his new nightwear.  True, he had worn nothing but female attire for several weeks, but none of it had been quite so soft and ultra-feminine as what he wore now.   He was also very conscious of the strong and very feminine aroma which was now following him around.   He dreaded bumping into anybody who might still be up and about.   But all seemed quiet as he made his way, increasingly confidently, in the direction of the drawing-room.  As he approached the door he noticed a crack of light from inside the room, but still no noise from within, as far as he could make out.  Whoever had forgotten to turn the lights off, he made a mental note to make sure he switched them off after collecting the champagne - Madam might be exceedingly wealthy but it was still important to save electricity whenever one could.


Jack entered the drawing-room and looked around the huge room for the champagne, totally unaware of two people who were fast asleep in each other's arms in a sofa facing away from him on the other side of the room.   He searched in vain for the champagne, looking at each of the several side-tables around the room, and particularly at the drinks cabinet in the corner of the room.  He cursed himself for not having asked Madam exactly where, in this great big room, she thought the champagne would be - he could be hunting for it for ages without knowing where to look.


Suddenly one of the people on the sofa stirred and Jack jumped out of his skin as he heard her scream "Who's there?" in a shrill voice.   It was Pamela!   "I beg your pardon, Miss Pamela" Jack managed to say, as he recovered from the shock of finding somebody else in the room.


"I should think you do, you stupid girl" said Pamela.  "Mel, wake up Mel, we have company.  Little Jackie has come in here snooping, he's come to join us, and he's not even in his uniform.  Oh, I do like your nightie though, Jackie, and your lovely flowing peignoir.  Is that what you like wearing when you're off duty these days?   Oh, and what lovely perfume!   Oh, it does suit you!   It really does suit you!   And it's very kind of you to come down specially to attend to us, just when we're ready for something more to drink."


By now Melissa Franklin was also wide awake and she added her words of welcome to poor Jack.  "Yes, it's very thoughtful of you, very thoughtful indeed.  I don't know about you, Pam, but I could do with someone to pour me shum more of that lovely bubbly.  What have you done with the bottle, maid?"


Jack glanced down at the coffee table in front of the two drunken girls.  On it were two empty champagne glasses and, next to them, an almost empty bottle of Madam's best champagne, no doubt the very bottle that he was supposed to be fetching.   The sooner he left the room the better, he decided - these two beastly girls were bad enough when sober, who knows what they might do to him in the state they were now in?


"I'm so sorry to have disturbed you, My Ladies" he said, dropping a respectful curtsey, which felt very strange in his luxurious night-robes, and then he turned to leave the room.   But it was too late.


"Oh no maid, you don't leave now" said Miss Quinn, warming to the opportunity which now presented itself.   "Which of us gave you permission to leave the room?   You don't escape that easily, dear Jackie.   Does she, Mel?"


By this time Melissa Franklin was on her feet and had pulled out a small digital camera from her purse.  Making her way across the room towards the door, she blocked off Jack's escape route altogether.   "I think one or two nice pictures would be useful, don't you Pam?   I'm sure they will go down well when we're back in school."


So, for the next few minutes, Jack's two tormentors forced him to parade in front of them in his gorgeous pink chiffon nightwear, and compelled him to smile as though he was enjoying every moment, standing beside Gloria Havisham's finest flower arrangements and, of course, curtseying low.   Melissa was just checking the fine selection of images which she had captured, when the door opened and who should enter the room now but Miss Rose Wilson...


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"What on earth is going on in here?" said the tall, imposing Rose, although it was immediately obvious to her exactly what was happening.   Jack was still standing beside the flower arrangement, displaying the full breadth and glory of his peignoir, while Pamela was peering at the images on Melissa's camera and grinning to herself.  


"Girls - and, er, boy, I think - Miss Strang sent me down here to find out exactly who was making all this noise.  You may not appreciate it, but there happens to be a bedroom immediately above this room, and we were both hoping for a good night's sleep after such a lively evening.   Now I suggest all three of you go straight to bed before you get into any more trouble.   In the meantime I shall inform Miss Strang that it was three of her Stuyvesant pupils - past, present and future, I believe - who were creating such a commotion and I expect she will have words with each one of you before any of you return to school.   If, indeed, you are ever fit to return to school."


"But, Miss Rose..."  Jack started to try and explain that he'd been sent downstairs to fetch something for Miss Havisham.


"No 'buts', Jackie" said Rose "and, by the way, have you forgotten how to address me these days, just because you're in your night clothes?"


"I'm sorry, My Lady, I beg your pardon My Lady" replied Jack, curtseying elegantly to his mother's former maid in his expensive pink nightwear, while Miss Quinn and Miss Franklin watched in silence, no doubt perfectly content to see some of the blame being deflected on to Jack.


"That's better, Jackie" replied Rose, still addressing herself to Jack.  "You'd best remember that in future, if you value your future, that is.   I haven't told any of you yet, but Miss Havisham mentioned to me earlier this evening that she has a vacancy for the post of Housekeeper here - and the salary is a great deal more than I could ever receive as a school maid at Stuyvesant..."


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Jack made his way back upstairs to Miss Havisham's bedroom, in total shock at the prospect of Miss Rose taking over as the new Miss Craftey, as well as alarmed at what would now happen to the photographs of him.   He was wondering where to start as he faced Madam, having apparently spent all this time searching for the champagne and now returning empty-handed.


"I'm really sorry My Lady" he said as he entered the room.   "The champagne had all been drunk by the time I reached the drawing-room and they've taken some photos of me, Madam, and I can't bear the thought of them being passed round school and I also can't face the idea of Miss Rose being the housekeeper here, Madam, and...."


"Elizabeth, my precious, my darling" interrupted Miss Havisham.  "Come and sit here, on my bed, my love.  And let's take things slowly, and one at a time, shall we?   First of all we don't need any more champagne tonight, not now, that was silly of me to even think of, after all we've had this evening.   And if anybody's taken any photos in this house, I will most certainly claim them for myself.   No guests have any right to take photos in this private home of mine."


Miss Havisham paused for a moment.  "And what was the other thing you said?   Oh yes, Rose.  Now, do you know, Janet Strang said to me this evening that Rose is proving to be a very accomplished housekeeper since she's been promoted at Stuyvesant.  But she's wanting quite a lot more money than the school says it can afford, so I've offered to take her on in Miss Craftey's place!   Now isn't that wonderful?   Oh, don't look so miserable darling - what are you so miserable about?  She's a fine lady and yes, she will be treated as family rather than as a servant, I've promised her that, so she won't be in uniform like the rest of you.  But I'm going to ask her to treat you kindly because you're being groomed to become my ladies' maid, aren't you sweetheart?"


Jack swallowed hard as he tried to take all this in.  The former Stuyvesant maid, who had been responsible for starting him on his descent from schoolboy to maidservant, was now to become the permanent housekeeper here at Havisham Hall, the one and only place where he felt he could now happily live his life.   "Yes Madam, of course Madam, thank you Madam" was all he could bring himself to say, as he sat next to his mistress on her bed.


"Good, now I'm glad that's settled.   You'll both be very good for one another, I know that, and I know I couldn't manage without a competent housekeeper.   Now, come along darling, I still haven't given you your real birthday present.   Here he is, this will be your first time with Percy, won't it?  I know he's a bit on the small side, but before long I'll introduce you to Magnus, who really is full size!  Of course we'll have to remove your plug, while we put Percy to work, but we'll pop it back in again afterwards - it will help you progress towards being able to take Magnus."


As Gloria Havisham spoke, she had picked out the smaller of two strap-on dildoes which she kept in her bedside cabinet, and was now tying it firmly around herself, all ready to initiate "Elizabeth" fully into her new role as ladies' maid...




EPILOGUE


Six weeks later, Miss Rose Wilson was fully installed as the housekeeper of Havisham Hall, having been personally introduced by Gloria Havisham to all the servants - including Jack - at what Miss Havisham described as a "friendly little welcoming party" in the drawing-room.   The maids were of course all wearing their best uniforms, in Jack's case this being Miss Bracegirdle's newly-created version of the Edwardian ladies' maid uniform worn by Daisy, Gloria's grandmother's maid many years ago.   Gloria was very excited to be able to present Jack in this uniform, although Jack was hardly happy himself, and indeed was most unhappy being so conspicuously dressed.  But Madam had insisted that he was "very special" to her and she did not want him to be treated as "just another of the ordinary maids".


Since his unforgettable sixteenth birthday, Jack had been doted on almost continuously by Gloria Havisham.  She insisted on making love to him at least twice a day, now using "Magnus" nearly every time rather than the much smaller "Percy" for which Jack had previously expressed his preference.   "You'll grow used to Magnus - he's the real deal" was invariably Madam's response when he protested, but he was powerless to object - after all he was still only Madam's servant, and anyway, he was beginning to rather enjoy the feeling, he now privately admitted to himself...


Jack had long since accepted his fate.  It suited him much better to remain at Havisham than the alternative of returning to his mother - she gave him very little genuine love these days, she was so absorbed with the drama school, and in any event if he did return to her she would make him attend school, which he really could not face alongside Pamela Quinn and Mel Franklin and their friends.  And it was definitely also preferable to being passed to Mrs Quinn as was originally envisaged - anyhow, he had learned from Gloria, much to her amusement but not to his, that Mrs Quinn had said to her that she "was welcome to that mixed-up little boy-girl" and if he was that important to her, she could have the keys to Jack's neck-chain and bracelet.   So Gloria now proudly possessed these symbols of Jack's ownership.


One of Rose's first decisions as housekeeper was to recommend some redundancies to Miss Havisham.   Jack, incidentally, was now mortified to find Rose addressing Miss Havisham as "Gloria" to her face all the time, while he was still being required to call her "Madam" or "My Lady", even when they were in bed together.   He was changing in the little bedroom off Madam's own room, when he heard Miss Rose tell Miss Havisham that the staff numbers could easily be halved, now that the new, modern electrical appliances were making housework so much less time-consuming.   "Gloria, I really mean it" he heard Miss Rose say. "Agnes, Edna, Karen and two or three others could be given their notice now - honestly Gloria, it will save you a great deal of money."


Jack braced himself for confirmation of the redundancies and, sure enough, within a couple of days, action had been taken exactly in line with Miss Rose's recommendation - or rather, Miss Rose's decision, as Jack knew it to be.  Jack was, however, relieved to hear that Annabelle, who remained his best friend in the whole household, and Linda the hairdresser were to be retained.  He was also pleased to learn that the outdoor staff, who everybody in this all-female household still always referred to as "the men" would all be staying - Jack didn't fancy being asked to do any gardening, or other outdoor work, now that he'd got his hands and nails looking so nice...


Late one evening, when Jack was alone in the kitchen preparing Madam's hot chocolate, he noticed a half-open envelope lying on a shelf.   It was addressed to "The new housekeeper, Havisham Hall".  Jack felt sure he recognized the handwriting.  Cheekily, he peeped inside the envelope and there he found a long letter of advice in the same handwriting.   He now knew for sure that it was from Miss Craftey and he could not resist reading the letter.   It began by graciously wishing her successor every happiness and success in what Miss Craftey assured the reader was "the best job in the world" and it went on to give all sorts of advice about the management of the Havisham Hall household.  So Miss Craftey was not bitter about leaving in the way she had.  His opinion of her rose immediately.  But then he spotted a short paragraph towards the end of the letter.  It read:-


"I'm afraid Gloria does have one dreadful weakness and you will soon discover it - her obsession with pretty, effeminate boys.  My advice, having known Gloria since she was a child, is to tolerate each one of these boys while they last - none of them lasts long.   Make absolutely sure they are treated, and dressed, as girls all the time that they are at Havisham.  But watch out for the current pretty boy, Elizabeth (or as I preferred to call him, Betsy) because he just might stay longer than you think. And he'll try to threaten your authority.  Just make sure you keep him/her under your thumb."