The Diary of Jewel Delacroix Ch. 27

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The Therapist was very pleased with the turn of events following Jewels expulsion from boarding school. Having her therapy sessions reduced to monthly had barely been enough to maintain the subliminal suggestions and conditioning memory implants to ensure Jewel's continued good behavior and obedience.

That she lacked a proper room to perform her hypnotherapy sessions hadn't helped, and that Jewel would often choose to skip hypnosis and opt for talk therapy instead had frustrated her.

But having Jewel back at the manor meant weekly sessions had resumed. The therapist had insisted on 2 hour sessions instead of the one hour sessions she had previously managed.

Finally having the opportunity to delve into Lady Delacroix's subconscious after such a long time was imperative. It was during one such session that she discovered that the count had used the control word on Jewel and didn't inform her.

Jewel's memories of when the count used the control word to impose passivity were remarkably clear. Jewel had been questioning why she behaved in such a way. She wasn't suspicious, yet, but her fixation on the events of the night they spent watching the football game could have eventually lead her to conclusions that the therapist and her client wouldn't want.

The therapist didn't know if she should have been angry with the count or not. He wasn't told that if the control word was used that additional hypnotherapy was needed to reset the control word and solidify its control over Jewel's subconscious, only that repeated use would degrade it's effectiveness over time.

Fortunately, Lady Delacroix had been distracted by her lover at school and had not spent so much time dwelling on past events that the therapist now had the opportunity to implant necessary corrections and conditioning. They had been lucky. The therapist was now making sure the new hypnotic suggestions would not let that happen again.

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Dear Diary,

After more than 4 and 1/2 years of marriage and nearly two and a half of those being held at a private boarding school I was finally recalled home by the count. It seemed he had rediscovered an interest in me, discovered a use for me and I was actually a necessary prop to be held up and paraded about in front of his peers.

Ever thoughtful my husband had hired two new assistants for me. Muriel was my stylist and governess and Dianne was my fashion adviser and managed my social media accounts. At least Leanne was gone and out of my life...

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Muriel arrived at the Count's manor and parked in her reserved and designated spot. 6:00 A.M. sharp. Being governess of the household and personal assistant to the Countess had its perks. She frowned as she saw Dianne's spot still empty. As "Personal Secretary" to the Countess Muriel wished that Dianne would be more attentive and diligent in her duties. Muriel felt Dianne treated her whole job as a lark to boss the Countess around with trivial matters that Dianne should handle herself. She also felt Dianne was exercising more authority than her station allowed and was too young to appreciate the importance of managing the Countess' Calendar.

As long as The Count was satisfied Muriel knew not to get too closely involved. Dianne can succeed or fail on her own. Meanwhile, she knew her work for the day would be easy as the calendar had only one all-day appointment and no changes in clothing or cosmetics would be required after the morning session until just before dinner and possibly some minor touch-ups just before the Count and Countess retired for the evening.

Promptly at 7AM Muriel entered the room after delivering her morning greeting to the Count. Jewel lay in bed exactly as she had come to expect. The bed sheets were badly rumpled as she lay listless on her stomach, her panties were pushed down to just below her knees and her nightie was mostly gathered around her waist and forearms, partially restraining her. Muriel could see her exposed bottom was quite red, no doubt altyazı porno from the vigorous morning activities the Count usually performed.

Since Lady Delacroix had been making sure that the count received all this medications promptly, his doctor had given him a clear bill of health the count had been eager to demonstrate his prowess, often seeding Lady Delacroix every evening, and again in the morning. The female staff often gossiped about the Count's recent virility and stamina.

Jewel's face was pressed half way into the pillow and Muriel could see her makeup was smudged, her mascara and eyeliner had run, from tears no doubt, and her mouth was ajar as she drooled.

Muriel couldn't understand why Jewel had suddenly regressed so severely and wouldn't or couldn't accept her duties as wife and Countess. She has money, status, power, and a loving husband. Muriel was upset with her. Some people just don't deserve their good fortune and throw away their potential for happiness. Oh well she thought, It's not her place to judge.

It was time to get her up and started on her morning routine. Muriel knew the importance of keeping to a routine and keeping the bride of an arranged marriage busy. It was not good to allow the bride to have too much free time. They tend to brood and become moody and difficult to manage. It's so nice to work for the Count, she thought, who has the means to properly care for a status symbol that an arranged marriage brings.

Muriel smiled and spoke cheerfully. "Good Morning Countess, and how did we sleep last night?"

Muriel was all business as she prodded, cajoled, and even subtly threatened as necessary to get Lady Delacroix up and started on her morning routine.

After her mandatory morning shower and her morning yoga session Muriel gave Jewel a bottle of water. Lady Delacroix refused to take her medication anymore, and always insisted on bottled water so Muriel had them resealed after adding her medication. The Count insisted that Jewel be compliant during the day, so Muriel made sure that's what he got.

A mild sedative, an antidepressant, and her hormone regimen dissolved in strawberry flavored water. She watched Jewel as she drank it prior to allowing her into her bath to make sure she drank it all. Then after a long soaking bubble bath, Muriel noted the new bath oils were really working well on Jewel's skin complexion, and satisfied she was cleaned up she ordered her toweled off and to take her place in the styling chair.

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Muriel looked down at Jewel and smiled. She was very pleased with herself. The more she worked on Jewel's face the more familiar she became with her make-up application and the more feminine in appearance she became. Muriel felt she had really excelled and felt pride in herself for her work.

She knew before she became governess and chaperone that Jewel had been trained to do her own makeup. Following in Leanne's footsteps was an honor. Muriel saw Jewels efforts though and was ultimately unsatisfied. She decided she would do her makeup from then on. After all, that's just one of the reasons she was hired; to make life easier for the countess.

She had done her makeup in shades of red that the Count had always preferred. All complementing and accentuating the bold red of her lipstick, lips that Muriel's expertise had made appear very full and feminine.

Jewel had full lips to begin with, no doubt helped by years on hormones, and that made her work a little easier. Muriel idly wondered if she should consider having her get collagen injections to really emphasize them, or maybe just have them done at a salon. They were one of her best features when she was made-up.

Muriel also smiled about her hair which was now very full with long soft curls gathered in a very loose pony tail in the back held by a large red bow that would match the outfit Dianne was bringing. The careful care and maintenance had allowed her hair to grow down to just above the small of her back. Muriel considered herself an expert in the use of a curling iron. She preferred to use a curling iron because it gave her immediate feedback. She could see the results after each use, and fix anything right then and there.

Her next touch was to add large ruby stud earrings on Lady Delacroix's lobes. The count preferred rubies as they were a symbol of his house. Lastly, she added a white choker with a ruby mounted on lapis in the center around her neck.

"All done dear." as she loosened and removed the straps holding Jewel in place. She was proud of her and how well she was cooperating lately. She didn't complain at all during today's morning routine or struggle at all while restrained. Muriel felt that sending the countess to private school had allowed her to become uppity and forget her manners. Nothing a few weeks, and a bit of discipline with the restraints couldn't fix.

Muriel helped Jewel to her feet and was about to have her put amatör porno on a dressing gown when the bedroom door opened and Dianne finally walked in. Muriel glanced at the clock; 9:30.

"Dianne," Muriel spoke brightly, "how good of you to arrive."

If Dianne caught the subtle jab she seemed unaware of it.

"And how is our little Princess today?" Dianne looked Jewel up and down and then directly in her eyes as she asked.

"Jewel is a Countess Dianne, not a Princess." Muriel replied evenly. It annoyed her that Dianne would toss around titles so casually. Clearly she didn't understand their importance in society. Yet another mark against her qualifications for this job, Muriel thought.

"Oh, foo! Every little girl is a princess to someone." Dianne smiled at her own cleverness. "Here is your outfit for today."

Jewel looked at the clothes Dianne was laying out on the bed. She was worried. They looked so...normal.

Dianne presented Jewel with her intimates first. Jewel noticed that the White bra and panties had matching red embroidered patterns. Jewel knew enough about how Dianne and Muriel operated to know these were over the top for daytime wear. They should've been something a woman would wear with a more formal gown or perhaps all by themselves if it were in a more intimate setting. Jewel put them on, noticing the extra padding in the bra, but didn't say anything. Her normal C cup was visibly larger, maybe up to a D cup now.

"Here is something new; this is called a Waist-Nipper" Dianne watched Jewel as she spoke. "It is shape wear, sort of like a soft corset, to help with your curves."

Jewel gasped softly when Dianne said corset. She hated corsets!

Dianne noticed her gasp, "Yes, it is nice, isn't it?" she smiled and held it up for her to admire before directing her on how to put it on. "Just wrap it around your waist and start clipping the row of hooks from the top down to the bottom."

Jewel did as she was told. The hooks looked the same as the hooks on her bras. When she had finished with the last hook she could see in the mirror how it pulled in her waist, but fortunately it didn't interfere too much with her ability to breathe normally.

"Now turn it around so all the hooks are behind you." Dianne directed.

Jewel had to suck in her stomach and struggled slightly to get the waist nipper turned around because of how tightly it clung to her.

Next she handed Jewel a pair of white Thigh high socks. Jewel noticed they had rows of red frilly lace attached around the cuffs as he put them on.

Ugh...thigh highs for her husband...always thigh highs...

Next Jewel was handed a brightly colored pleated red skirt that hung to her knees, a white blouse with a color matching red pattern and surprisingly, what appeared to be a pair of red and white athletic shoes with a 3 inch wedge heel. Jewel put on each item in turn.

"One last thing" Dianne announced cheerfully. "A petticoat!" she held out a white petticoat for Jewel to put on. Jewels lowered hers eyes again in shame as she took the fluffy frilly garment and put it on. Her skirt now bloomed out around her.

Jewel knew that petticoats meant her husband was putting her on display, staging a scene, as a demonstration of some sort. Having been petti-coated and placed on display many times before Jewel reasoned that having her on display in such overtly feminine attire was a demonstration of her husband's power; if I can make a man my wife and dress him as a woman then imagine what I can do to you.

"Let's go." Dianne handed Jules a large black handbag that complemented the red of her shoes and outfit.

Draping the strap over his shoulder Jewel shifted her weight to one side and adopted a foot forward pose, just as she had been trained to do. She paused to look at herself in the mirrors of the mirrored room as she always did before going out, and commented "It's lovely."

Muriel expected her to make a comment about her outfit once she was fully dressed and wouldn't let her out until she had the Countess' 'approval'. Leanne had never insisted she comment. Just looking was enough. Jewel was now fully dressed in the red colors the Count had been favoring lately. Jewel tried to muster up some feelings for her outfit but just couldn't find the energy.

"Is everything in here?" Muriel indicated the purse. Her question was directed to Dianne.

"Of course," Dianne tried not to sound annoyed by the question. "Cosmetics and things she may need during the day, tissues, sanitary napkin," Jewel blushed "extra public cross-dressing permit collars, her identification and her credit card."

Jewel looked up and brightened slightly. A credit card? They gave her money?

Dianne glanced at the clock. "We must go now; we don't want the Countess to miss her tee time."

Jewel was well versed at hiding her feelings and was able to hide her apprehension. "Tee time? I'm going golfing? amatör porno Where?" Jewel realized the athletic shoes she was wearing were actually spike-less women's golf shoes. The outfit she was wearing was tame by their usual standards, but would likely be slightly over the top for golfing.

Dianne smiled brightly "At your club of course. You have a membership through your husband." Jewel thought about launching a protest but Dianne continued, "Now we don't have time for delays, should I call in help?"

Jewel didn't want to have the security guards forcibly walk her where they wanted her to go.

"No, we can go now." Jewel moved toward the door as Dianne and Muriel fell in behind her. As Countess she was expected to walk ahead of her assistants. Jewels felt trepidation at going somewhere she had never been before and surprise that she was a member of a golf club. When did that happen?

All of her outings were highly controlled events now. Jewel knew her husband recalled her home from her exile at the private boarding school to take care of him after his most recent stroke. Always one obsessed with his public image, hiring a nurse would seem to make him look weak and vulnerable. But a devoted wife attending to her husband didn't have the same perception of seriousness.

Jewel also theorized over time that the count only brought her home from the private boarding school because custom dictated that the wife of the noble be present to participate in society events.

It was the height of the social season now and there were many events that required her presence. The excuse that she was away at school wore thin after awhile, especially during the summer months when school wasn't technically in session. The charity events such as the fox hunt, the auto race, and now this golf event, among them; all of them ending up with the grandest event of the social season, the Royal Ball. Despite Jewel protesting not wanting to go to any of these events, her husband always insisted she attend.

Jewel somehow still found a fleeting moment to enjoy the feeling of walking wearing high heels that were so short. The nearly continuous wearing of high heels had strengthened her calf and leg muscles and atrophied her tendons so that any heel less than 4 inches in height was usually painful to wear. But now, wearing the 3 inch wedge heeled athletic shoes, she had a bounce to her step and a flounce to her skirt that a casual observer would have thought of as 'perky'.

Jewel led the way as Dianne and Muriel followed on either side and slightly behind her as they made their way down the stairs to the foyer and out the front door. She saw the car and even more unpleasantly, the Count, waiting beside the open car door. He was wearing khaki pants and an open collar blue golf shirt. Jewel also saw a staff member loading two sets of clubs into the trunk of the car, a blue bag and a pink and white bag. Jewel reasoned without being told that the pink one was for her. Her greater concern was if she was going to be forced to golf with her husband.

"My Darling, you look as lovely as ever!" Jewel stopped and stood still as the count looked her up and down then nodded to Dianne and Muriel indicating his satisfaction with their work. His complement annoyed Jewel just as much as ever. After the Count's cursory inspection he held out his hand to Jewel. Jewel felt her stomach churn and she suppressed her feelings of revulsion as she placed her own smaller hand into the Count's and allowed herself to be "helped" into the back of the limousine.

The routine of being handcuffed to the seat was so familiar to Jewel she didn't even bother to protest. At least they didn't cuff her to the floor anymore. That was reserved for 'special' occasions. The body guard then shackled Jewels feet and placed the seatbelt across her lap and shoulder. Jewel idly wondered how other women fared with the shoulder belt. It always cut across her breasts uncomfortably.

The body guard stepped out to hold the door for the Count, and after the Count sat down, shut the door. Jewel was now riding alone with her husband. Lady Delacroix looked thru the one way glass as her usual security bodyguard got into the front car, while the count's body guard took a seat with the limo driver. Jewel knew that Dianne and Muriel would follow with another bodyguard in a third car behind them.

Jewel was wondering if she was going to be groped by her husband. It usually happened when she was left alone with him like this. Jewel wracked her brain to think of something she could say to prevent it. The Count turned to face her and Jewel felt the seat cushions shift as the count slid closer.

"What charity is benefitting today?" Jewel blurted out, and immediately felt stupid. That's the best I could think of?

The Count didn't hesitate. Jewel didn't usually start a conversation, as he put his arm over Jewel's shoulder. He began to play idly with Jewel's hair with one hand and caress her shoulder with his other.

Jewel tried to slow down her racing thoughts and concentrate. She had already been raped earlier this morning. Her husband has been so very randy lately. Jewel wondered if one of the pills she gave her husband was something that affected his libido.