Author's Note

Mistress' POV

A Brief Report: 8

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“Greetings, Mistress!” my Assistant is addressing me.

“Greetings, Assistant!” I return, in kind.

“How is she doing, Mistress; is she done with her meal?” my Assistant inquires.

“Yes, Assistant; she has indeed, and since she is such a promising submissive, I am bound to see the Queen about her!” I respond.

“Congratulations, Mistress; our beloved Queen Chrysalis will be most pleased!” the Assistant exclaims; “We have managed to guide her to a very promising development, even in this short a time!” she continues.

“We are most fortunate, to have her to tend to; but alas, now I will have to see the Queen!” I respond; as I am scurrying off towards the office in a measured gait, where she is currently at.

“Of course, the office is on the top floor!” I ponder, as I continue towards her private elevator.

It is always an honour, to take the elevator, and particularly to the top floor; even if the reason for the honour would have been a reprimand. In this case, it is largely a status report.

Queen Chrysalis is well known: for her scoldings, tongue lashing and even physical punishment, if and when she felt one had let her down. She can be quite an ear-full, at these times. At least, I am thankful; I have never experienced a roasting, and I am not expecting one this time, either.

“Greetings, Mistress!” Ellie the waitress responds, as I am entering the elevator.

“Greetings, Ellie!” I respond.

“So, you are going to see our beloved Queen?” Ellie inquires.

“Yes, Ellie; I am, because I think she will be pleased to hear my report on the latest girl I am handling right now!” I respond.

“The Queen does like to know everything, first thing, and she is considerably easier to talk to, when you have good news for her!” Ellie admits.

“Yes, she is!” I respond; “It is my responsibility, to inform her of the progress being made!” I conclude.

“Never have your Assistant deliver the news, and particularly if it is bad news!” Ellie agrees.

“Never have an underling be the bearer of the news of your own personal failure!” I put forth.

“Exactly; this responsibility is yours, and the report falls squarely in your lap!” Ellie agrees.

“Yes, exactly; and this, is why I am here!” I respond.

“Excellent, but I believe; this is where you step up, to face your duty!” Ellie exclaims.

“Yes, I believe it is!” I respond.

The doors slide up before me, and I spill out. The floor is laid with hard, black basalt rock; nothing soft of fancy. She likes her floor hard, dark and highly tactile. Though it is still polished to a high finish, she does not mind.

The doors slide shut behind my back, with a whooshing noise. I step forwards. I see the walls, perfectly matching the floor. This is giving a dark and foreboding feeling.

“If I had not been so confident, in the report I am about to give; I would have been trembling, in fear right now!” I ponder.

As opposed to the rest of the building; this is not lighted by the overhead LED lights, but actual torches lit. I can even feel the candescent scent on the air. It is the privilege of a Queen.

“Past these doors; years of service, is a very poor shield!” I ponder; knowing all too well how she will view one who try to hide behind past achievements, in the stark light of a failure.

“Do well, and I shall reward you!” reads the message on the door to her waiting-room.

Still no decorations in sight, just as I had expected. Now windows and no nonsense rules supreme on this level.

Of course, she knows I am here. While I may not have made a formal request for this audience; just the fact that Ellie the Waitress had dignified me with the ride up is all she needs to know of my arrival. Nothing escapes the Queen. She is after all the head of the entire operation.

The room behind the final door is five foot by five. Not much, but enough. I approach the door. Step my step, slow and dignified. I maintain as measured a gait, as I may muster.

The door before me is taking on a green glow, at the edges; then the door swings up, quietly.

“Greetings, Mistress!” she is addressing me.

“Greetings, my Queen!” I address her in turn.

I make an effort, to maintain a steady voice, and to pronounce every single syllable as perfect as I am able. Even despite the inevitable dread of her presence, even when I know I should have nothing to fear, I had done nothing wrong.

“You have news, for me!” she pronounces, her voice as steely as always.

“Yes, my Queen!” I respond.

“Good news, I hope!” she continues.

“Yes, my Queen! I respond; “The latest report, on the girl I was tasked to introduce!” I elaborate.

“Yes, who, and how is she faring?” Chrysalis inquires.

“A Miss April, my Queen; she has done well, this far!” I offer.

“Ah; Miss April; the older sister of Miss May, I believe!” she suggests.

She does indeed have a younger sister by that name!” I respond; “She is not under me, but there seems to be something to this family!” I offer.

“That is, what I have been told!” she merely puts forth.

“I just confirmed, that Miss April had enjoyed her first meal; after I am my Assistant had put her through her paces!” I put forth.

“That, is indeed promising!” she offers.

“She seems to take well; to everything I have had to offer, this far!” I put forth.

“Then, she was not shocked; when she observed her body transformed by your hand?” she inquire, now with renewed interest.

“If anything; she seems more eager and excited; from what I could measure!” I offer.

“That, is indeed promising!” she points out, with obvious glee to her voice.

“I expect, to oversee the final stages of her initiation!” I explain; “Then I can hand over the final evaluation of Miss April!” I offer.

“Excellent, excellent; I am looking forwards, to your next report on Miss April!” she offers.

“See to it, I am really expectant; of this Miss April, and I expect your best efforts on her development!” she dismisses me.

“Yes, my Queen!” I respond.

Queen Chrysalis is no longer interested in me, or what I could possibly present; I had made my case and presented my report, so I take my leave and turn towards the door. I am not stopped, the doors are sliding up before me; I step out, and the doors quickly close behind me.

“That, was exhilarating!” I ponder, as I continue towards the next door.

“Fail me; and you shall be crushed, like the bug you are!” the message reads.

The message on the way in is always more uplifting, than the one on the way out. It always gives me a shiver, all the way down my spine. I never get used to it, not even after all these years. All the times I had been here; leaving a report, to my beloved Queen.