Learning a new life (Closed)

When asked about being prisioners they all laughed.
"No we are not prisoners here. We are here to service your every need. As for you being a prisoner, we don't know and frankly we don't care. We care that you're cared for and taken care of." The one that had massaged her feet mentioned.
"Now let us go. " He said as they all toured the house.
They filed throughout the house exploring every room and showing her everywhere. Eventually of course a train of submissives followed her. It was quite the sight.
All the subs walking around behind her. Even the big tall ones finally getting the hint that they'll get to take care of her. They just need to wait.
"Any other questions?" The one that had massaged her feet to perfection inquired.

Marcus stood next to her with some space watching her. She seemed nervous the whole time and she didn't let her coat fall.

"Perhaps a nice bath and shower would be enjoyed in private? To allow you to relax my lady?" Marcus injected, hoping the quiet would allow her time to think and also soothe whatever aches those muscles had in store.
He leaned in to her ear and said gently "I know you have other aches and I don't
want everyone to see them. If you wish, I will give you a massage in private and i"ll be discreet. If not no worries. Your wounds, will heal in time."
 
She nodded to him attempted to smile to all of them and quickly scurried back to her room still a little shaken by it all and moved to find a bath already ready. Sinking into the water this was all so overwhelming. She felt as if she was losing her mind but at least some of them had been so kind to her. She sat chewing on her lips relaxing in the water and bubbles for a long time.
 
Marcus sat just outside of the door to the private bathroom where she was bathing. In the room where he was there was a massage table and a closed door. The lights were darkly lit as to not draw attraction to her body. He waited patiently. Hit the music of waterfalls and birds playing. Trying ot relax her as much as possible and make her accustomed to the new life.
 
Finally wrapped in a towel she peeked out the door. Seeing only Marcus she calmed some and slowly walked out. Watching even him warily biting at her lip.

I... this is all still so strange...

She tried to speak without fear but that was not the case.
 
He turned his back to her to give her privacy when she got out and simply said
"Please, hop under the covers of the little bed here. Let me know when you're ready."
 
She laid down on the little table.

O... okay

She was a little apprehensive but he had been one that had been nice thus far so she wanted to trust this.
 
He turned to find her under the covers.
He approached the table and grabbed the bottle of oil and said,
"I'm going to start with your back, then i'll do your legs, and arms, then I'll ask you to flip over and to the other sides of your legs and arms. Is that ok?"

Marcus wanted this to go as well as possible. She was so delicate he didn't want to risk a relapse. And it was going well so far.
 
Yes...

Alex had rubbed her back only once before and that ended with his hands at her throat from behind but this was not Alex and she fought hard to remember that.

Thats... thats fine
 
Marcus began to remove the blanket from her back and tried not to gasp but still sucked in his breath.
Old bruises were still healing and fresh ones were apparent.
He poured a generous amount of oil onto the center of her back and then some into his hands and began to gently just spread the oil around.
Being careful not to press to hard in the areas that showed fresh bruises.
Letting his hands glide over her back relieving the knots and whatnot around her neck first. Noticing that was the area of less bruising.
 
She winced a couple of times but that seemed more out of instinct than pain. Her mind fought hard to protect her be throwing images of Alex and his anger into the forefront of her mind.

She moved to lift up at one point and time her body trembling her eyes closed tight whispering no and that she was sorry... then her mind clearing once more and her laying back down.

Sorry
 
She sat upright and whispered sorry and then laid down again.

"It's ok. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore. We're all here to serve."

Marcus said gently while rubbing the oil into her skin. Not worrying anymore about the knots but more about the emotional massage she needed.

"Just enjoy. Relax. "
 
She nodded trying to enjoy this wanting to enjoy this he seemed so nice and caring and she was sure the others were as well but some of them scared her to death. How to get over that or what did the letter say.. all or one... she was so confused but slowly not caring as he continued his massage of her back arms and legs.
 
His hands moved over her calves and upper thighs and really moved over her feet as the guy previous has already tended to them. He worked on her arms. For some reason he really liked her arms. they were so nice. well toned, he massaged them longer than the other areas. He just went up and down the arms.
Then focused on her face. Her forehead and her cheekbones, giving her a gentle facial massage.
He started feeling aroused, but didn't move or do anything about it. This was about her. But biology was biology he guessed and gently smiled. Good thing she was on her back and couldn't see.
 
She sank into his every move the massage feeling so tender... so loving... so wonderful. Her eyes closed as she lay there smiling softly as he massaged her face and arms.

This is very nice...

She tried to converse as the silence other than the music was a little awkward to her.
 
"I'm glad your enjoying it."
Marcus sensed the awkardness being created.
"Now that you're free to do what you want and nobody can tell you what to do otherwise, what's the first thing you want to eat?" he chuckled after he said it trying to lighten the mood.
 
She laughed a little... I don't know now after all the fruit that one man kept fixing and trying to feed to me.

She was sure she was completely in sane and this was all a dream... some new survival tactic of her mind but it was very strange.

I do not think you have told me your name?
 
His hands stopped moving.
No mistress had ever asked for his name. It was always another name that was given to him. And his identity was stripped. She cared for some reason about his name. His hands shook with anticipation him never doing this before.
"Umm forgive me I've never told any mistress my name. They always took it from me and gave ma another one. My name is Marcus my'lady."
His hands continued to move over her face and hten he pulled away and washed up in the sink.
 
I like it... Marcus... It is who you are why would they take that from you?

She moved to look at him sitting up pulling the sheet with her as she sat there watching his actions his face his eyes. It had been so long she had forgotten that anyone could be that tender and caring.
 
He moved to a chair and sat slightly lower than her in height. Just wanted to maintain his submissivness to her.
"Honestly, because when i'm with my mistresses at the time that i'm with them, for that brief time, I enjoy letting go of everything, even my name. And when we're done, I become what i am in the real world. There are those that you've seen among us, that are a little more agressive and require a stronger touch so to speak than I. All of us are yours to control as you wish. If you want one of those big guys to do ANYTHING for you, they will. Even if they suggest one thing, you can MAKE them do another. Anything."
 
I don't understand why they would want me to hurt them... That was... a little scary... to say the least and I think you can tell why...

She sat there biting her lip watching him. She wanted to learn to accept this new life but there were things that still blocked her namely Alex constant presence in her mind.
 
He just smiled at her slight confusion.
"You'll figure it out my'lady. I'm sure you will. It'll just take some time. Your body will heal itself. Dont you worry." He said cheerfully.

"So what else would you like me to do for you?" Marcus gently probed.
 
Just sit here with me...

She moved to go get dressed again finding clothing she thought strange and nothing like what she would wear. eventually finding a soft dress in black she slipped it on and walked back out into the room to sit with him and talk.

Why do you wish this life?
 
He remained odediantly.
He nodded at hearing her talk about his life choice. "Well, for a long time I never lived like this. I was a hard worker and was in control of everything in my life in every aspect. Then what occurred was I felt like everyone started taking a piece of me. Here, there, more here, more there, and I started to lose control of what I had.
I started looking around and discovered this lifestyle." He gestered to himself.
"And have really enjoyed my trips once or twice a week to my mistress whom I served. But here in this house, i've never been with others. So it's a little confusing to me. I was just told, to serve you. So i'm doing the best I can."
he smiled gently as he waited on the chair almost like puppy waiting to be played with.
 
She listened curiously to him as she moved to sit down on the bed watching him and his expression. It was curious that she was growing comfortable around a man with all she had endured before. Smiling as she sat there with him reaching for a hair brush and beginning to brush her hair as they talked.
 
He saw her begin to brush her hair and then slowly and gently rose and approached her and said' Let me do that for you" and gently took over the duty of brushing out her hair.
 
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