The Café Chateau

[shysexkitten]

I have tried to follow Syr's orders but with little success. I have been able to get a responce from mistress kiera, so i have decided to go back to my room and wait for Syr. Im worried she will not be happy with me but i have tried. I dont want to dissapoint her. I walk into my room and almost faint at what i see. There are mirrors lining the room wall to wall. I hate it but i wouldnt dare tell Syr that its not that i dont like mirrors its just that im not that secure with my body and having to look at it all the time is going to be very hard. I sit in my room and await for Syr.

 

[JupitersGirl]

My nipples are on fire! The blows seem to come from everywhere at once, so many that it is hard to feel just one. The stinging from the front of my body meets the stinging from my back until I feel each blow in every tiny wound, making my entire body a simmering sea of heat. I can see him now, through half-closed lids, a look of fierce concentration on his face, making every stroke land in exactly the location directed by his eyes. I can't still the moans that follow every blow. My head falls back, mouth open...

The pressure increases....only a little, but it is just enough to push me beyond the pain. I take another and another and then, trembling, I cry "Enough."

 

[shysexkitten]

correction to last post

Correction:
I have tried to follow Syr's orders but with little success. I have been unable to to get a responce from mistress kiera,.....

 

[da grunt]

"Enough."

"Not yet," says the grunt, but he ceases his assault. Thankful because Elena said 'enough' and not because his wrists were really aching. Her body was delightfully on fire. He could hardly wait until he felt the heat of that precious fire. But first, matters at hand, "Spread your legs!", and she did. Grunt takes the phallic handle of the cat and rubs it between her slick legs, not inserting, simply sliding back and forth, feeling the wetness. He brings the handle to his nose and inhales, eyes closed and savoring the aroma. He then offers the handle before Elena, so that she may smell and taste herself.

 

[JupitersGirl]

I can hardly stand as the grunt draws the handle of the cat back and forth between my legs. The trembling in my legs increases as does the burn that radiates from my body. When he raises the handle, I can smell my arousal, musky with heat. Motioning for me to take it, I bring it to my lips, tasting the wetness there. Another motion for me to continue, raised eyebrows over unwavering eyes....with a long moan I allow my tongue to recover every drop of my juices from the handle of the cat...

 

[Vixandra]

Grunt slaps his side again and goes to the Room of Leather to find Kiera with a beautiful blond, bound upon the star. “Ekvitkar has had a busy night, this is the second prisoner. This bitch must be with the other asshole. Strip her and beat her, find out as much as you can. Leave her bound, I’ll be back later to hear your report.” okay, and finally, there.’other chores to attend, chores of a personal nature. E, come!” and again he slaps his thigh and returns to his room.
… [/B]

Before rejoining my captive I whisper in to my arm band. "Kikyo, monitor our little one to make sure she's telling the truth. Don't let her know though."
My bracer chirped an affirmation at me and I smiled.
I look at my captive- she's not little- probably taller then I am. But then 5'5" isn't exactly towering by any standard. She hasn't said a word yet, there's a stubborn look in her eyes.
"You won't tell me your name," I say, my voice quiet. Grunt hadn't given me a time limit on my report and I was going to have fun with this one. I do not take the voilation of my home lightly and it shocked me how much the Chateau had come to feel like home so quickly.
"Kikyo- lift the entry/exit parameters, keep up the thermal scanning, I want to know any unknown persons running around the chateau. Run a facial scan on my lass here and find out who the hell she is."
"Hait! Keira-suma."
I rolled my eyes at the computer as I picked a simple whip from the wall. The tip was special- it could slice open clothing when used right. Might also leave a few cuts on the prisoner but I wasn't too conerned about that.
An experimantal snap of the whip made her jump, eyes growing wide. Her voice was steady though her face looked worried. "You can't use that on me."
"And how shall you stop me," I asked her, lashing out, a slice appearing in the cloth covering her right thigh. "The only thing that will stop me is you telling me what I want to know. Till then, well, I get to practice."
She shook her head and I struck her again, this time at a right angel to the first hit. I continued to slice at her clothing, a delicate mesh of red whelts in my wake. Warming up with the activity, I moved up her torso, taking care around her breasts, tearing the clothing from her body.
She lay nude before me except for the remainders of cloth around her wrists and ankles that I didn't feel the need to strip her of. I slid my hand over her stomach and she shuddered.
"Feel like talking yet?" She glared at me, hatred spilling from her eyes. I laughed at her, highly amused. "Didn't think so. I think I shall call you Fiona, my fair one, since you won't give me your name."
I put the whip back on the wall and slip my belt off, hanging it on a hook. I pick up a blue and black leather flogger and a spritzer bottle.
"Now, this bottle contains an antiseptic that stings like hellfire on open wounds. This flogger will cut your pretty white skin though it won't scar. You will start talking or I'll decorate your entire body with lash marks and post pictures of it on a public forum. Ready?"
She began to tear- not my idea of tough assassin chick- I'd have been cursing up a storm. The lash lifted the bottoms of her brests, bring full blown crying from her. She gasped in pain as I lashed her again, the flogger splaying out in the valley of her breasts. I set the bottle down and toyed with one of her nipples while I lashed the other breast. She moaned and cried beneath me, still not speaking. A bit tougher then I thought. I moved to her other side and repeated the process. She writhed, a small scream escaping her mouth as I spritzed her with the antiseptic. It stung and it was supposed to. Musn't have her getting infected you know. I laid marks down her belly, and was about to spray it when she finely spoke.
"I don't know who those guys are I was found with! I'm a magic user, can move things with my magic that I could never move without it. I was running from a man who'd kept me hidden as his toy for a long time..." she began to sob in ernest. I didn't let my surprise or anger show on my face. I dislike doms who keep unwilling subs- makes the rest of us look bad to say the least.
"Go on, poppet," I say, arms crossed over my chest.
"The man I was found with, I think his name was Frank, said that I'd either lift the jeep over that fence or they'd kill me. I don't want to die! I want to be safe, please... want to be safe... oh Goddess, safety... please...."
Her voice drifted off as she fainted. I studied her for a moment. "Kikyo, dear, was she telling the truth?"
"Yes, Keira-sama. My personell report shows she's a registered telekinetic, bout T4 level. Name- Naomi McFey, 19 years of age, finished highschool then disappeared. No trace of her till she showed up here."
"Keep it that way- no records of her out. She's mine- don't list her on the registry here either."
"Yes Keira."
I look at the woman on the table. So Naomi was a run away T4 kinetic looking for haven? She'd come to the right place. I unmanticaled her and took a jar of ointment from the wall. I massaged the thick healing balm into her skin, working out muscle knots as I went. I rolled her onto her stomach and grew sick. Her back was a mass of lash scars, some recent, most old and healed. It was amazing she could walk normally with all the damage she'd taken. Her buttocks and thighs had not been spared either. I felt my anger boiling through me as I masseged her with the ointment. I took a deep breath when I was done. The smell of rosemary and aloe from the ointment greeted me.
Picking her up I left the Room of Leather. I carried her nude form through the house to the Chateau's clinic. There were no patients right now, of which I was grateful. I laid her on one of the beds after turning down the covers. She whimpered as I let her go, a tear slipping from her eye. I caressed the side of her face, pushing her blonde hair out of it. She quieted and I removed the rest of her clothing. It was easy to get her into a hospital-style gown. To be safe I started an IV, running some fluids to get her rehydrated- her veins were almost empty when I'd drawn blood for a couple of tests. I left her for a few moments to run the tests- pregnancy- negative. Blood counts- low, dehydrated- oh yeah. Everything else was pretty well balanced, all things considered. I returned to her bed and added another blanket to keep her warm, checking her IV pump and arm.
"Kikyo- please ask Grunt to come here, I would speak with him."
The AI chirped and began to look for her co-creator.

 

[Guest]

Interlude

* When Pet gets through with her shower, she finds Bercha sitting on her dresser. With what is starting to seem like the traditional envelope.*

"Hello, little one. I'll bet you're getting tired of this, aren't you?"

*she picks up the envelope, opens it and starts to read.*

"Hello, little one. I'll bet you are getting tired of this, aren't you?"

*She looks at the cat, the cat looks back with a truly sardonic expression. SHe reads further.*

"Gotcha!!!"

"Actually so am I. We have too much that is important to do, without having to fool with all the interruptions."

"SO"

"You are cordialy invited to join me for dinner. Where we can at last (hopefully), have a few words of neccessary converstation after some truly wonderful food.
I made special arrangements with the Chef several days ago.

Hmm you will find moderate evening attire in your closet.

When you are finished dressing just (as usual) follow Bercha. I have also arranged a place where we will NOT be interrupted.

Ekvitkar

P.S. Swing the dresser out, the closet is behind it. Oh, and she'll probably be bringing you to my office first."

 

[Cleopatra]

After working on my side and bank shots, I decide to get back to the Library and do the entry before bed.

Jesus! All this activity in the Chateau. I want to ask what's going on but I tend to think if my expertise, or help is needed, I'll be asked. The Chateau seems to be protected rather well.

The Library feels sort of cold, and stangely enough, unwelcoming. Normally, I liked this room, but tonight, it's like it...wanted to be alone, if that's conceivable. I run up to the drawer to get my diary, and it's not there. Would Grunt take it to read? There was only the one entry in it...nothing too crazy...

Damn. Well, I guess I'll wait until I see him to ask. Or, perhaps he'll just return it. Wandering down to the kitchen, I decide to try and find him. I run into Moira in the kitchen, who's looking kind of...out of it. Teary-eyed, I see, and just...glazed.

I'll have to remember that for my entry. If I ever find that book.

"Can I make something myself, or is there a protocol to getting some dinner?" I ask her, softly.

 

[le_kinklet]

Morning dawns, lilith yawns and peeks through the gap in the curtains,, the sun is shining, screcthes and gets up and ready for the day. She showers and applys make up then dresses the sheer black mini skirt, and white sheer apron, and thigh high boots, a girl had given christy's uniform some consideration and had them made over night and delivered to her night box beside her door. She stopped to look in the mirror as she leaves making sure all is in order,, she grabs the bag to take to christy,, who should be at this time making her way to the bar room. As she walks the narrow hallways toward the bar,, approaching a group of subs in the hall she over hears one of them say,, "there were 2 gunshots", another says, "and i heard there are prisoners also" trying not to get too caught in the gossip lilith hurried faster to the bar room. She reaches the bar room to find christy cleaning after what seemed a party,, lilith approaches, christy turns to face her saying "good morning lilith, you missed a lot of commotion here last night, i would have woken you only they had me dancing and serving and had no time" Smiling, lilith says good morning christy, " yes it seems a girl misses all the exciting stuff, oh well she will hear all about it later, a girl is sure of that"
Litith moves swifly across the room to the boxes of liquor and cigars delivered this morning to check them off against the order list., christy finished her cleaning and then appproached to ask what more she could do. Lilith took the opportunity to give christy her new uniform, Litith had ordered her a mini skirt the same as lilith's only not as full thus becoming more see thru, her apron had the breast cut out, to please clients, on her feet she would wear dancing jewelry, a simple chain the that is fashioned into a figure 8 that loops over the middle toe and other side attaching to her ankles with v shaped decoration that sits on top of the foot with bells attached, the underside of the foot is left bare. Handing the bag to christy, lilith continues, you must have your hair pulled back into a braid, you will not wear any more make up than rouge and lipstick, you will find it in your room when you retire, you will also find 7 small perfume atomisers marked Monday through Sunday, you are to use them accordingly, lilith also pulled a leather bound book from under the bar and handed it to christy, saying you are to write nothing but the truth in here, you should write the things you struggle with and the things you find easy, it is to be left open at the begining of the last entry so as Da Grunt can read it at anytime. Christy nods in agreeance "yes lilith", and last but not least lilith hands christy a leather studded collar the name plate engraved with "Bar Staff" and underneath "lilith's lady", this collar signifies that you answer to only Da Grunt and this one, you are here as bar staff and any other service must be consented to again by only Da Grunt and this one, If you are caught disobeying this, you will have the full wrath of this one and Da Grunt to deal with, is that clear?, liltih says with a smile, then motions to christy to change, "scoot girl, make your self pretty","a girl expects you back in 15 mins, there is work to be done. With out a thought christy shoots off to get ready, Litith watches her sleek body, swaying hips and bountiful buttocks disappear through the door and down the hall, hmm,, quiet one she thinks to herself, and continues to go about her own work while waiting christy's return..........

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira could see that Cleo noticed her somewhat spaced out demeanor. One of the challenges of living at the Chateau, for staff who were not slaves, trainers or Dominants, was getting used to the sight of bruised, teary eyed, but happy slaves. Still, the lovely woman who stood before her seemed to grasp the situation, even if she didn't completely understand it.

"Oh, no, there's no real protocol for staff, although you can eat in any of the dining rooms on this floor and be served. The dining rooms on the floor above are by invitation only. If you'd like I can fix you something."

Moira turned and grabbed a menu off the counter, then gave it to Cleo, softly saying.

"Here, why don't you take a look at the menu and decide what you want."

Continuing, "Did you know you can use your computer consol to place your meal order? We have the menu done up a week in advance; and you can order as early as the week before or as late as 30 minutes before a meal on the computer. I'm surprised no one told you. But then sometimes the most obvious details are left out of orientation."

"You look, and I'll get you few items I just know you'll like."

Moira turned to go and make up a basket, including some Banana bread, and some special herb tea to help Cleo with the clotting of her blood. Then she accessed Cleo's medical chart to see if there was any special order for the kitchen, and sure enough she found a vitamin order, so, she included them as well.

Then she waited until Cleo had decided on what she wanted from the menu.

Once she did, Moira completed the basket and handed it to Cleo.

"There, that should keep you until late tonight, If you get hungry later, feel free to ask. I'll be here cleaning up until late."

 

[da grunt]

Duty calls

... with a long moan I allow my tongue to recover every drop of my juices from the handle of the cat...

The way this Elena tasted the cat, with coy eyes watching the grunt as he directed her oral attentions, clearly enjoying her task, was magnificent. The girl deserved reward, and grunt threw the cat onto the couch and guided Elena to the bed, where he sat her on the edge and leaned her back, legs spread, wet with lust. Grunt dropped to his knees before her, inhaling deeply of the rich musk. His lips began with gentle kisses of her labia, using his lips to nibble up to her clitoral hood, which he sucked deeply and used his tongue to press her clit against his stiffened lip

TinkerBell picks this moment to alert the grunt with her twinkling he’s been called to the clinic, there is a soft knock on the door. Grunt pushes up from his knees, and with a sigh of resignation, goes to answer the door. Didn’t even get my clothes off that time. Dang!

He finds Keira, with the patient in the sickbed. “I’m here, speak!” says the grunt.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

Announcing his presence, Grunt burst into the clinic with Cleo on his arm.
"Louder boss, there's still a corpse out back that hasn't been awakened," I say sarcastically. He glares at me.
I give him the low down on my patient- magic use, kidnapped, tortured for long time, needs a safe haven, mine now.
He tells me about the missing journal. I roll my eyes. "As if there wasn't enough going on... Kikyo's busy ID'ing laughing boy downstairs. I've put a stop to all in and out transmission over the net for the time being. With E and Naomi here I don't want outsiders knowing of it anymore then they already do."
Another glare.
"I trust our clinentelle about as far as I can throw them- you didn't hire me to be sweet and trusting and you know it. Moving on- I'm worried about Naomi. A T4's pretty powerful. I think I'm going to need another magic user down here once she wakes up. I don't want to have to repair things after she regens her power. Poppet is dehydrated, magic's barely a spark when it should be a flame, I'm am so not pleased."
"What do you want me to do? I can leave her here with Kikyo's Holo to watch her. She's so tired, be out for a few more hours. What are we going to do about Frank the guy who broke onto our land?"

Edited because I crossed my characters- mistook one for another and I do apologise for that.

 

[Caitlynne]

OOC:Out of character

Just a gentle reminder, if anyone is going to place the story at a particular time of day, make sure there are no recent posts in another part of the day.

Another gentle reminder, please read where each character is in the Chateau, and see if including them in your post, makes sense.

We'll have a confusing time line with characters every where if we don't pay attention.

And a third gentle reminder, your character cannot know something that it has not been told or privy to. If you want to act on something in the story that your character WOULD not know, then include some sort of reference in the post as to how your character knows that piece of knowledge... ie: saw a notice, a compter log, a rumor, etc..

OK! And Thanks for letting me remind you guys....

Unless of course , you are using magic to change the reality of the previous posts, in that case, include the fact that you are using magic to get a character where you want them.

~ Cait

IC:=In character

Seeing that the Kitchen staff are exhausted from the long days work, Moira tells them that she will finish up their clean up

 

[da grunt]

Re: Keira

... What are we going to do about Frank the guy who broke onto our land?"

"Starve him for two days. No food, water, light. I don't wanna be bothered with him right now and in two days he'll sing like a bird. If it goes as planned we get info from him, fix him up, and turn him lose. Sweet Keira, every moment a client spends at the Chateau is recorded. Files are stored, internationally. Just as everyone is recorded, as is everything, and your instruction not to register this girl has been recorded. You may have this girl, but to train! I agree with you about her power and want her in the stable. But, sweet Keira, nobody in the Chateau has anybody. At the Chateau we all serve. If she desires, and you desire, you may take this girl to train, but she must be registered, and she will be available to serve the Chateau. That could mean a contract, and that could mean you loose something precious to you. You must learn this, and not simply the vanity of ownership. Even I go out on contracts occasionally, but only short term ones. Its possible that I could sub-contract you as a security expert. The Chateau's own Lara Croft. Hmmmm, you on a sex contract, that would be interesting. We have to make some time tomorrow to spar.

Talk with Cleo and find that Diary. Diaries are to be treated preciously around here. Something weird is happening and I think the focus is in the library. Call the ghost busters or something, but review the video's and note when the diary disappears.

Regarding your T4, try to repair the whip damage. With those scars she can't earn big contracts, but we could still use her power.

Is that all? I've got things to attend to and I don't want to be bothered unless its important. You're doin' good." And the grunt kisses her head, pivots and rapidly leaves the room.

 

[da grunt]

Headed back

As soon as he turned the first corner the grunt broke into a run, hurrying down the hall and up the stairs. if she had gone to her own room I'll friggin' thrash her for real!

He soon arrives at his room, so abruptly that Elena is caught by surprise and begins to rise from the bed to stand for the grunt. "At ease," he said, as he pulled off his boots and began to undress. Elena watched as he stripped and almost smiled as he pulled on and then swung his flacid cock, as it it were nothing but a piece of rope.

"Perhaps now we can have a moment to ourselves," he said with a smile, "you're to get me back in the mood. Your fate depends upon it."

Grunt relaxes upon the bed and wonders what Elena will do? ...

 

[snoozebutton]

OOC

Nice place here, need to put thinking cap on for ideas.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

Re: Domestic ......disturbance

"Yes, annoying, isn't it. You might want to find a new sanctuary for a day or two, or at least till we resolve whatever is going on in here."

Shooting him a startled and confused looked, I advised him I would alert the staff. I looked at him and found a kind of kindred spirit, looking deeper into his eyes, I could see a bit of danger about him as well.

I shivered. That blast was back! Cold and almost evil, that presence just came to haunt me. I watched Mr. Ekvitkar for a few more moments as I assembled my thoughts.

I wondered what he would say if he knew my story, or just parts of it. 'No, to soon to tell anyone', I decided. So i bid him good bye and left for my room.

As I followed along the hallway, my thoughts became my own. 'I do not recall being in the woods? I wonder why he said that? I do not remember going anywhere. This is going to drive me nuts', I thought. AS I entered my room, things seemed a bit out of place, even while everything was there. I picked up my things, and cleaned up a bit, then noticed my journal.

Well, I didn't have time to write at this moment, so I left it where it was sitting, on my bedstand.

The first project I did was to set up my notice to ALL staff members to stay away from the forrest by request of Ekvitkar. There, I thought, that project was done!

At that point, I felt tired, so I moved to my chair and fell aseep... or did I?

 

[Guest]

Ekvitkar looked around the library once more. The hair on the back of his neck rising when he felt the slight cold breeze. And a.....smell. Faint, and hard to identify.

"(Sigh) Just what I friggin need, probably the ghost of friggin Christmas past."

"Rats Ass...."

He looked around the room once more.

"And fuck you, too."

He strode to the doors and out into the hall, pulling them closed behind him. He reached into his pocket and produced a red cord, whipping it through the doorhandles and tying it in a complex knot.

"Fine, whatever is in there can friggin STAY in there, till I have more time to deal with it.
But for now, a shower."

He arrived in the basement and made his way to his room. Smiled when he saw Lace sleeping on his desk chair.
He drew a deep breath and released it.
Looked around.

"Finally"

He shed his coat, hat, and shoulder holsters onto their assorted pegs. The boots got kicked over into the corner. Everything else made it's way into the laundry hamper in the bath.
He spent a few moments at the sink shaving. Smirked when he noticed a few more grey hairs in his goatee.

"No surprise around here."

He started up the shower, checked the temperature, and stepped in. He spent a few moments rinsing the shaving soap from his face, then just dropped down to a sitting position on the floor of the tub. Let the water pound him in the head.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh"

After a little bit of that, a quick soap and rinse, and out.
The hidden closet rendered up fresh underwear, socks, a nice pearl grey shirt. He thought for a moment then donned black dress pants, and pulled a jacket from it's hanger. English tweed should do.
He stopped for a moment when he realized he was humming to himself. And felt better than he had in days.
Too much going on lately that just wasn't right.

"Oh well."

Dressed, he made his way out of his room. Stopping on the way by, to place a quick call to the secondary kitchen, confirming his dinner order.
Through a door and across the room of doors.
Through another of the large oak doors and into his office.

Where the Grunt had a room filled with post modern high tech, Ekvitkars office was ......old.
Two of the walls were covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves, a third had shelving, and a couple of massive workbenches. In front of one of the bookshelves was a huge open front desk. There actually was a computer on the desk, somewhere, in amongst the clutter.
He went to one of the workbenches first, fishing in one of his pockets. A few minutes with a jewelers saw gave him the answer to one important question. And raised a few more.

"Sigh...Not gonna worry about it right now."

He walked around to the other side of his desk. Dropped into the large wingback chair, and propped his feet on the edge of the desk.
He was going to actually relax for a few moments.
Then, when Pet arrived, they were going to go have a very nice dinner.
Perhaps talk about a few things that were important.
Everything was going to go smoothly. If he had to kill someone to make it happen.

 

[JupitersGirl]

Re: Headed back

"Perhaps now we can have a moment to ourselves," he said with a smile, "you're to get me back in the mood. Your fate depends upon it."

"You are under too much stress, Sir. We'll have to see if we can't relax you." smiling, I clutched his arm pulling him to the bed. I poo-pooed his quizzical stare and motioned for him to lay face down. "Calm your mind if you can, Sir...I'll be right back."

I quickly scurried back to the bathroom where I had seen an excellent assortment of massage oils. Quickly scanning those available, I finally decided on the Snake Oil, hoping it would help revive him....my body was crying out for attention! Grabbing up another stack of towels I returned to find the grunt lying stiffly on the bed. I had to laugh "Sir, you look like you're preparing for a rectal exam rather than an evening of sensual delight. So.....which is it to be?" I teased him and was rewarded with a threatening glare.

Rolling up the towels, I placed them around his face so he could lay face down without hindering his breathing and began to gently rub his temples. "Just relax, Sir...they can do without you for a few hours, while I decidedly cannot. Stay with me here and let me care for you for a while." my voice was low and calm, unhurried. I moved my hands to the back of his neck, feeling the tension there and kneading the knots until his breathing slowed and I could see the loosening in his arms and legs.

Pouring the oil into my cupped palms, I began to hum softly...a sweet, haunting melody in a minor chord. Climbing onto the bed to straddle his back, my fingers moved over his shoulders and arms, down his back, staying in each location long enough to feel the knots dissolve under my hands...working my way down his solidly muscled buttocks, thickly corded thighs and calves...taking each foot in my hands and kneading the soles of his feet with my thumbs.

When I had finished, I walked to the head of the bed, squatting beside it so that my mouth was close to his ear. Softly, I whispered "Sir, are you awake?" Receiving a grunt in answer, I rose and let my fingers slide lingeringly along his back. "Then turn over, please Sir....I'm not quite through...."

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: Headed back

... "Then turn over, please Sir....I'm not quite through...."

The grunt offers no argument and rolls over, his happiness quite apparent, now awaiting her further attentions.

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira sends the kitchen staff off on free time, and begins the clean up of the kitchen. It's quiet and she puts on some music while she works..

Opera, Madame Butterfly... turning up the volume, she then goes about her work.

Moira is finishing off the last of the dishes and getting ready to put them away when the music hits her favorite part....

"Nothing positive can come out of this
Said Madame Butterfly with her last kiss;
And what you never had, you won't really miss
And nothing really matters, no not even this.

Alright, I said, I know
All things must change;
And what was familiar now seems strange, yeah.
Back on the streets, I move from town to town
But I don't know where, or why I go..
Where is high, where is low;
Where is up, and where is down;
I just don't know, I just don't know."

Moira stops and listens to the music, and realizes that Teacher is right, it began when He took her away, made her his own, made her his property, it changed as she grew in this place, grew in her slavery, and ended when he released her.

Everything since she had returned to the Chateau, was about 'the release', all she had lost, all she no longer was, all she might never be again. And as she listened to the music and thought of her Master, she finally broke down cried her first real tears of loss.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Re: Interlude

....snip......
P.S. Swing the dresser out, the closet is behind it. Oh, and she'll probably be bringing you to my office first."

Bercha being perched on my dresser was no shocker. The fact that she runs in and out of my room whenever she gets the urge isn't much of a shock either. Hell, I have only been here 2 days and I doubt seriously if anything much could shock me, anymore!!

I pull out the dresser to get to the closet mentioned in Lord Wolf's missive. 'Moderate evening attire' he says. Yeah, ok. There are long flowing gowns and tiny little dresses galore, ranging in color from black to blood red.

"Moderate, my high yella ass." I laugh giddily to myself.

I decide on a long, form-fitting, backless, strapless blood red gown. The neckline is heart shaped and I feel kind of like a brown Jessica Rabbit when I put it on. The dress is split to the top of my left thigh, showing my rose tattoo in it's entirety. I lotion up my body and apply sandalwood to all my pulse points. Then, I put on black 5 inch stilettos...strappy and sexy on my small feet. The last thing I do is apply a little black eyeliner and mascara (no lipstick) to make my eyes appear even darker. Blowing myself a kiss in a little hand held mirror, I turn to follow Bercha.

She leads me through all kinds of twisting hallways until finally I stand outside of His office door. I tap lightly on the door, awaiting His response.

His voice, calm and smooth as cognac, calls out to me. "Come on in. little one. I will be right with you."

I stroll in, giving my hips an exaggerated swaying motion. He opens one eye...then both of them, looking at me as if I were the main course at a buffet. A low, seductive rumble from deep in His chest and a sexy smile greet me when He is done His inspection.

"Ah, little one, you look utterly edible. Have I told you recently that you are temptation incarnate?" He stands up and moves toward me...almost stalking me. Once he reaches my side, he puts His nose right behind my left ear and sniffs, once. A light smack on my hip and an offering of His arm and we set off...to dinner.

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira got herself together and finished cleaning the kitchen. By the time she was done, it could have passed a "White Glove' inspection. Smiling, she turned off the lights in the main kitchen and went to the smaller kitchen to set out the mid-rats for anyone who came in needing something to eat. She busied herself with her work and then once finished she went to the computer to see if she was scheduled for anything else that evening. She wasn't. She had free time. Something she didn't really need right now, but would take anyway.

She went to her room, stripped out of her dirty whites, throwing them in the laundry chute, and then taking a quick shower. Once cleaned she went to her closet and decided on what to wear for the evening. Free time, humm, she took down her favorite hunter green dress, an off the shoulder number with a tightly fitted bodice and a full skirt that matched the color of her eyes perfectly. The right accessories; heels, garter, stockings, humm lovely lace, hunter green panties and shelf bra and Moira was set. She fixed her hair and makeup, her hair up in the front to expose her neck, but flowing down her back in their own naturally curly manner.

"There," she said to herself, all ready to explore the Chateau for a bit. And with that Moira took off to do just that.

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Interlude

I decide on a long, form-fitting, backless, strapless blood red gown. The neckline is heart shaped and I feel kind of like a brown Jessica Rabbit when I put it on. The dress is split to the top of my left thigh, showing my rose tattoo in it's entirety. I lotion up my body and apply sandalwood to all my pulse points. Then, I put on black 5 inch stilettos...strappy and sexy on my small feet. The last thing I do is apply a little black eyeliner and mascara (no lipstick) to make my eyes appear even darker. Blowing myself a kiss in a little hand held mirror, I turn to follow Bercha.

He looks down at his grey cowboy boots. They were good boots but....

"Damn dear, I feel underdressed by about a mile and a half. But then, you do tend to make the things around you seem plain by comparison.... "

They reached a turning in the hallways.

"Drink before dinner?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Re: Re: Re: Interlude

"Drink before dinner?"

Drink before dinner? Why would he even ask? Goddess knows, I am most definately gonna need one before our conversation is through. I nod yes, watching him from the corner of my eye. He is so very distinguished looking..and there is something about Him which makes me moist just watching Him move. All lithe and graceful..like a big jungle cat.

Once we arrive at the bar, He finds us a table and motions for me to go place our order. I turn to him and ask if He wants His usual. He smiles at me, nodding.

I call for lilith and she comes over, beautifully turned out in her barkeep uniform.

"Could i have a Sloe Gin and OJ? I would also like 2 fingers of scotch, please, for Him."

I give a quick motion over my shoulder, pointing my Lord Wolf out so she knows who i am talking about.

"Just a moment. Would you like me to bring it to you or do you want to serve him yourself?"

"Either way is fine with me."

"Then I will bring it to you." she says with a small grin.

On the way back to our table, i notice my dancing partner from earlier. I give her a small wave and then go sit by Him.

Lilith comes a few moments later, bearing our drinks on a small tray.

The silence is both easy and forboding. I don't feel as if I am being forced to talk (which makes it an easy silence) but i want to (which makes it forboding). I open my mouth twice to speak but no words come out. Finally, He places His hand over mine.

"We will talk, little one. Do not stress over something that has yet to happen."

Once our drinks are finished, He gets up and helps me to my feet before leading me to our dinner...set in a private dining area. The meal smells divine. Quail, roasted potatoes (with garlic and butter..) baby peas and carrots (among other things) fill the room with delicious aromas.

He pulls out my chair and seats me before seating Himself.

"Now, my precious, eat and relax."