The Café Chateau

[Luna_Wolf72]

the trial (pt1)

I never realized how different I am when in *Top* mode. My walk is less feminine, my posture changes from soft and girly to straight-backed and almost masculine. I can feel each of these physical changes as i stalk toward the girl .

She is dancing, sweat pouring off her lithe frame. I motion for lilith to cut the music. She does so..now the bar is silent..i can feel the edge of anticipation as people start looking around to see why the music is gone and notice me..standing at the base of the pole where Christy is stationed.

She opens her eyes, startled at the lack of sound and sees me standing there. I am not sure how my eyes appear, but i am sure that by now, they have gone a trifle wolven.

I motion for her to step down and come to me. She walks slowly, her eyes in a slight panic. I speak softly, my soft alto gone a touch deeper with the minute change that has occured.


"We are going to put on a show, pretty. I am Lynnette. You will always refer to me as Lynnette. "

I notice her glance toward lilith and it eases me some. After all, this is a trial for both of us. She probbaly has orders not to allow usage from anyone else without permission.

"Look at me, girl. Do not worry, i have asked and received permission."

She nods, once, her body trembling.

I motion for her to precede me to the center of the bar. Luckily there is a clear space, where everyone may watch us. Then i have her move into my favorite stance.

"Ok, pretty, legs together. Chin up, eyes down. Arms behind your back. Breasts thrust out, shoulders back. Very nice." I have found my rhythm, as i walk around her in an ever tightening circle, watching her face.

Soon, I am directly behind her. I start with her head and work my way down, lightly raking nails across delicate skin..noting with pleasure the goosebumps that mark her skin. I pinch her twice, once in the small of her back, again on the back of her thigh. She moves only slightly, but remains in position.

"Very nice, pretty one."

I move sinuously to her front.

"Okay, now grasp your right wrist with your left hand." I notice the slight change in balance that tells me she has done as i command. Then it's fingernails raking lightly across her skin once more with one small pinch (and slight twist) to her labia. I can feel the slight trembling that shakes her frame.

"Good, pretty. Kneel. Keep your arms and hands behind you. No resting on Your ankles and feet..stay on your knees."

I can see her attempting to slouch. I tug her head up sharply, using her hair as my leverage. I smell her scent, that delicious aroma of a female in heat.

"Do you like that, pretty?"

"Yes, Lynette."

"Spread your thighs. I want to check you."

She adjusts her position so that i have access to her nether parts.

"No matter what i do to you, i expect you to remain in positon. I will not tolerate any noise..no moaning or whimpering. Can you do that for me, pretty?"

"Yes, Lynnette."

 

[Guest]

"Hello Pretty."

The unexpected voice in her ear startles the pretty bartender. She hadn't really heard anyone approach. But then, the elevator to the holosuite was behind the bar.
She started to reply, only to be hushed by a quick finger on her lips.

"Go back to watching, thats what I'm going to do."

With that whispered comment, he dropped his hat on the bar, snagged a bottle, and poured himself a scotch.
He reaches into the pocket of his long coat (He had had Edward bring his gear up to the locker room.) and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it on a convenient candle.

Leans back against the rear counter and watches Pet at work.

 

[Guest]

Props

After watching for a moment he pulls the PDA back out of his pocket and sends some instructions.
After a few minutes one of the staff walks into the bar and over to where Pet is now standing.
Rather than interrupt, they wait a moment till she looks in their direction. Then they hold up a wrapped parcel.
When she takes it, they whisper something in her ear.

"Complements of Ekvitkar."

She unwraps the package to find a pristine, red, riding crop. The shaft is covered with a fine red braid, and the end is crimson died leather.

She turns and for the first time sees him behind the bar.

He raises his glass in salute, and gestures back to the waiting submissive.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

Gertrude decides:

As Gertrude entered I saw the discomfort in my lack of attire. This one needs to be trained for sure I mused.

As I hurry back to my room, my mind was working overtime. 'Hummmm, what should I do? I like my room, my job, myself the way I am. Would this actually change me? Hummmm'.

Well, given the way I was reacting to him, maybe there is a bit of a submissive in me. My hand went to my panties, and I laughed. It was very damp, my fingers felt more then just wet, well, Mr. Grunt would need to be informed. I will tell him later, after all , I was to entertain his friend tonight, so I hurried off to my room.

As I entered it, I looked around. I decided to leave most everything, including my journal, and grabbed my clthes, bathroom items, make-up, and robe. I was sure to leave the panties, but packed everything else in my blue fur-lined overnight case. Then I sat down to calm myself. Moments later, I made my decision.

Removing the panties was a very erotic experience for me. I looked at the silk and thought, this is my last time wearing them, I wonder how I will feel when I have to return to my room and my old life again. I decided not to wash them, but instead placed them in my drawer inside a sealed bag.

I then sat down to think again. My thoughts returned to the feelings in the library. They were not good feelings. Then I reflected on my feelings for Mr. Curtis. The difference was startling. My body had a mind of its own, and I knew I was ready for this new adventure. So how did I know? I was not sure, but figured it must be something deep down. Something even beyond my control. Something I needed. Hum, my thoughts raged on as I considered the feeling I got from talking to lilith as well.

I was a jumble of nerves by then, my pulse racing, thinking of all those erotic thoughts, jumping from lilith, to Mr. Curtis and back. I wondered if I would get time with lilith then. Well, when I am more comfortable with Mr. Curtis, maybe I would ask for some time. Then I sat back a laughed. It sounded nice. Ask? What is up? I never ask permission! I just informed, and acted. Now that will be the day, I thought.

Oh well, I came here to escape, now it looks like the escaping is done, on to my new adventure. My face flushed at the thought.

I blew a kiss to my room, grabbed my bag, and hurried off to my new room. I knocked on the door and stood there, bag in hand, waiting for him to open it. My eyes must be glowing, I thought.

 

[da grunt]

grunt's thoughts at the bar

All is well at the Cafe and at the Chateau. Lynnette excercising Christy well, and Ekviktar, appearing delighted at the performance, was thoughtful enough to order up a crop. The crop brings out the response in these creatures so well! Grunt waits, delighted, at Lynnette's continued performance as he sips his mescal in the cylandril shot glass, the tequillito, barely wetting his lips with each bend of his elbow. The acrid smell of the liquid, reminding him to limit his consumption, the tequillito still appeared full.

Grunt gave a few thoughts to Curtis, hoping that he had taken advantage of any of the Chateau's services. Gertrude, a staff member, would assure to his every need.

Lynnette continued the excercise, and the grunt found himself beginning to become aroused, his fingers massaging Shy's scalp more deeper ...

 

[snoozebutton]

I heard the knock and smiled, "Enter." I saw her enter her eyes cast downward, her body trembling. "Close and lock the door, and make sure the Don't Disturb sign is placed on the knob." She hurriely complied and I watched from my chair. I told her to drop her things by the wardrobe in the corner. She walked a little heavy on her feet bit nothing a little crop and posture excersises wouldn't cure. I stood and as her back was to me I pressed myself against her and felt between her legs. I was surprised by her wetness. I heard her gasp as I pinched her clit hard. "You will learn bright eyes that your pleasure belongs to me." I turned and pointed to the changing screen in the far corner, "Tonight you may wear bed clothes." I pulled my bedroll from my backpack, "But you earn the right to a bed or even a blanket." I saw the look of surprise in her eyes but a stern look from me had her scurry to the changing screen. I doused the lights and told her my breakfast was to be served me at 7 no excuses. I crawled into bed and pulled covers over my body and fell into a much needed rest.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

I heard the knock and smiled, "Enter." I stood and as her back was to me I pressed myself against her and felt between her legs. I was surprised by her wetness. I heard her gasp as I pinched her clit hard. "You will learn bright eyes that your pleasure belongs to me."

I entered the room, unsure of what to expect. I was used to taking orders, but this was a bit different. It unsettled and excited me at the same time. I was suprised at the orders I received. 'Sleep on the floor?' My mind reflected on his orders. I shot him a suprised glance, but said nothing. 'What was I to say anyway? I came here, willingly, seeking this. What right did I have to question him?' My thoughts just kept demanding my attention. I went behind the screen, and changed into my night dress, then set my computer alarm for 5 am. I had rounds to make, so decided to get up eary to finish them, and get his breakfast and have a chat with Mr. Grunt. Well, it will be the first day of my new adventure, so I may as well sleep.


Sleep, however, eluded me so I just rested, thinking, until I did sleep. The question kept coming back, though, did I ever really sleep? I seem to dream things that I later find out happened, and I know I saw it happen. So, did I really sleep?

My dreams were very restful that night, and I had not had a night like that for sometime. So when the alarm went off at 5 am, I felt alive, refreshed and ready for anything. I could not believe I felt this good, having slept on the floor. I readied myself for my day, then sat to watch Mr. Curtis sleep and do some thinking before my day began.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

the trial (pt2)

When He sent me the crop, my heart jumped to my throat before resuming it's normal rhythm. Ach, this is passing strange. I glance at Him once more before returning to the girl. Her skin has taken on a slightly rosy hue and I know her face is burning..with consternation or embarrassment, I know not, nor do I care. I take a few experimental flicks with the crop, testing it's heft and balance. Basically making sure that I will be able to control each mark. I also notice da grunt's intense concentration on us, his eyes are glittering and the beautiful female at his feet is getting a thorough head rub. *So far, so good*

"Ok, dear one, there has been a slight change of plans. Instead of testing your limits one way, will we be testing them another. Is that acceptable to you, little one or would you prefer to stop." I ask this knowing exactly how she will answer.

"It is acceptable, Lynnette."

"Well then, I want you back on your feet. Hands clasped in front. Legs, shoulder width apart. Head up, eyes down."

I make the corrections as I am speaking..kicking her beautiful legs apart, using the crop handle to position her head at the proper degree.

"Ok, love, I will start slowly. I will allow you to get used to each stage of sensation. What you are to do is simple. Hold completely still and COUNT. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Lynnette." Her voice is quavery..probably from fear but she really has nothing to worry about. I had promised Lilith I would not harm her and i mean to keep my word.

The first few blows are flicks really, leaving no marks at all against her skin. Her smell intensifies. The next few are only slightly harder, making tiny reddish marks. I stop momentarily, moving the handle between her spread thighs, so that I can rub it against her dampened slit. Her moan is long and low, and completely spontaneous

I finish the last few strokes, hard and fast. Her body leans into each blow, almost as if it is trying to absorb any pain before it is dealt. I stop when I realize that she is trembling uncontrollably.

I move to face her, my eyes scanning her face for any residual pain or fear. I see none.

I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"One more thing, pretty, and then we are finished. Lick my crop handle clean of you. You have manged to quite dampen it."

She does so, taking the crop into her hands and cleaning it thoroughly with her mouth and tongue. I am quite sure many men are watching THAT particular display.

She hands it back to me with a shy smile. I nod and she moves back into her original position. Her posture is perfect, her skin rosy with exertion and excitement. I turn to the sound of applause and make my way back to da grunt's table.

"So, how was that?"

 

[SubChristy]

Re: the trial (pt2)

When He sent me the crop, my heart jumped to my throat before resuming it's normal rhythm. Ach, this is passing strange. I glance at Him once more before returning to the girl. Her skin has taken on a slightly rosy hue and I know her face is burning..with consternation or embarrassment, I know not, nor do I care. I take a few experimental flicks with the crop, testing it's heft and balance. Basically making sure that I will be able to control each mark. I also notice da grunt's intense concentration on us, his eyes are glittering and the beautiful female at his feet is getting a thorough head rub. *So far, so good*

"Ok, dear one, there has been a slight change of plans. Instead of testing your limits one way, will we be testing them another. Is that acceptable to you, little one or would you prefer to stop." I ask this knowing exactly how she will answer.

"It is acceptable, Lynnette."

"Well then, I want you back on your feet. Hands clasped in front. Legs, shoulder width apart. Head up, eyes down."

I make the corrections as I am speaking..kicking her beautiful legs apart, using the crop handle to position her head at the proper degree.

"Ok, love, I will start slowly. I will allow you to get used to each stage of sensation. What you are to do is simple. Hold completely still and COUNT. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Lynnette." Her voice is quavery..probably from fear but she really has nothing to worry about. I had promised Lilith I would not harm her and i mean to keep my word.

The first few blows are flicks really, leaving no marks at all against her skin. Her smell intensifies. The next few are only slightly harder, making tiny reddish marks. I stop momentarily, moving the handle between her spread thighs, so that I can rub it against her dampened slit. Her moan is long and low, and completely spontaneous

I finish the last few strokes, hard and fast. Her body leans into each blow, almost as if it is trying to absorb any pain before it is dealt. I stop when I realize that she is trembling uncontrollably.

I move to face her, my eyes scanning her face for any residual pain or fear. I see none.

I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"One more thing, pretty, and then we are finished. Lick my crop handle clean of you. You have manged to quite dampen it."

She does so, taking the crop into her hands and cleaning it thoroughly with her mouth and tongue. I am quite sure many men are watching THAT particular display.

She hands it back to me with a shy smile. I nod and she moves back into her original position. Her posture is perfect, her skin rosy with exertion and excitement. I turn to the sound of applause and make my way back to da grunt's table.

"So, how was that?"

I feel what seems like thousands of eyes on me as i lick the crop clean of my fluids. I am so wet with excitement..as i hear applause. a smile comes to my face.

 

[snoozebutton]

Gertrude's alarm awakened me and I saw her gaze upon me as I pretented to sleep. I saw her hurriedly complete her tasks in my room. I was pleased to see her look at her things and then leave them where I instructed. Yes, there was promise in this one. She left shortly after, I busied myself shaving and doing my morning routine. I got pen and paper and wrote.

Instructions for Gertrude

1) You are to store your clothes in the very bottom drawer. You are to get them as you knell on the floor, and only then with permission. They are to include: 2 skirts slightly above the knees (black) for work, and 2 (white) button up blouses for work, and sensible heels for work. All other clothes are to be burned.

2) In my room you are not allowed clothes. Only if you must return to work are you allowed clothes.

3) Your place to sleep is the bedroll on the floor til time as you have earned the right to recieve a blanket then you will sleep without. Once we have passed that stage perhaps a cot can be found for you.

4) You will address me simply as Curtis. Being a trainee you have no status till I see fit to give you one.

5) Besides breakfast I expect my two sets of clothes to be cleaned and pressed everyday. And the other items in my bag to be cleaned and stowed on the hooks you will install on the wardrobe.

Your reward for following these rules is training, failure is a return to your life before my arrival. I hold nothing over you to stay with me. You may leave at anytime. You are to eat my breakfast this morning as I notice you need a little more rounding in the hips. Then you may return to work. Only with permission from Grunt that your other duties are completed may you return to the room to begin your assessment.

I left the note and decided on a leisuely walk around the grounds.

 

[da grunt]

Re: the trial (pt2)

... "So, how was that?"

"Not too bad, for a demonstration. That you instructed her to count was good, some object of training must always be incorporated into discipline. Would you be interested in serving the Chateau, as a trainer. You may still be devoted to whomever you like, but you would serve the Chateau. Additionally, you'd be granted a room to your liking on the third floor, wardrobe, and all the other resources of the Chateau. Interested?"

 

[Cleopatra]

After eating everything Moira made for me and does that girl have some talent...yum! I settled back into my bed for some reading. My pillows felt a little lumpy, and when I straightened them, my hand hit something hard. Lo and behold....yeah. My Diary.

Now I'm just pissed off.

Messing with my desk is one thing. Coming into my room and messing with my stuff is another. I check the door for my lock just to see the lock is on the outside. How dumb am I to pick one of the sub's rooms? Ugh - ever since I got here my mind has been on permanent vacation, and not the nice, pleasant kind.

Next thing I hear is a summons. To the bar. Nothing better to do at the moment, so...

Using the computer, I ask for someone to come up immediately and put a deadbolt on the door, keyed to a single key on both sides. Surveying my clothes, I decide on dressing up a bit... can't look like a librarian all the time. The fitted halter black leather minidress with the modern 'nets and the black heels should work.

As luck will have it, I arrive right after the open bar starts. I stroll over to him, smiling my way through the women at his feet. I get his attention, and lean over to tell him the book was returned...under my pillow. He shakes his head in acknowledgement and not wanting to disrupt his evening any more, I pick my way through the people to the bar. Sliding into a seat, I order a martini from the bartender, and smile as I see my friend Pet putting a dancer through her paces.

Good music...maybe I'll dance a bit later.

 

[da grunt]

misfire

a double post - nothing

 

[da grunt]

Visiting with Cleo

The grunt is delighted when Cleopatra joins the group. He invites her to join at his table, and whenshe does the grunt asks her about her perception of the mysteries revolving around her.

"I saw the video in the library and of you being cut, and now your personal records are being mucked with. This is unacceptable in the Chateau, and we must get to the bottom of these mysteries. On a lighter note, you missed my friend, Curtis. He has an exhaustive interest in all things academic, especially libraries of antiquities, such as ours."

 

[sweetslut-slave]

WARNINGS POSTED

I left the note and decided on a leisuely walk around the grounds.

At 5:30 am I left Mr. Curtis asleep and went to work. My reminders buzzed that the warning signs were ready. After the excitment of the past few days died down, I went to the Art Chambers for my warning signs. Thinking of Mr. Ekvitkar's request to post signs warning of Danger, I walked these signs out myself.

Hum, now where to post them? I looked around the grounds. My mind saw the perfect spot. It was a wooded corner of the grounds with paths going into the trees. It was a bit dark, and gloomy even with the sun coming up on it. There were rocks that formed natural seats for a body to rest on and muse.

I took the stick sign and pushed it into the soft wet ground right beside my favorite spot.


Wait! Why would I think that? I have never been out this way! Well, I would think on that later. I looked over the warning sign, and found it pleasing. Simply stated, it read:

ALL UNAUTHORIZED STROLLS BEYOND THIS POINT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN, AT THE REQUEST OF SIR EKVITKAR.

THANK YOU.

Then I walked around to the other side of the house and posted one sign there, and the other by the main gate. That should please Mr. Ekvitkar, I thought, as I posted the last one. Hope everyone heeds it! I shivered at the thought of the alternative.

Once that was done, I skipped of to my room, ops, I thought, my old room, then sat in my favorite chair to review my logs for the day.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

Gertrudes Journal

As I sat in my room, working, I looked over at my night stand. There sat my journal. I frowned. I knew I placed it in my dresser drawer. That is where I always kept it. I put down my logs and walked over, thumbing through the pages. Someone else has been writing in it. I glanced through the last 3 entries. The color drained from my face. I sat.

I do not remember writing these. I read:

The woods are lovely at night, so peacful, and quiet, away from the noise of the voices. They clutter my mind, whispers in the night, voices raised. I have finally found a retreat to get away from them.

Later:

I know someone saw me, but it was such a needed break from the chatter. Just running through the trees, naked, and letting the breeze take me where it willed. The moon is so bright and cheery, I just loved to soak it all in.

I reread these points, trying to remember a time in my life when I ran anywhere naked! Humm, I sat there, stunned.

Shaking my head, I knew I had duties to perform. I went back to my logs.

LOGS:

Rooms 3, 5, 9, and 12 needed towels.
Rooms 200, 234, and 255 needed bathroom items and robes replaced while old ones washed.
Maid meeting at 9 am
(That should be done by 11 am, I thought)
lunch, right, like I have time for that, I laughed.

SPECIAL NOTE TO MR. GRUNT:


I picked up my computer log pad from my desk and emailed Mr. Grunt an account of my evening.

Mr. Grunt:

It seems Mr, Curtis has decided I am in need of training. I have moved part of my clothes and other items to his room, at his request. I shall, however, need to retain this room as it has always been my work space as well.

Are there any further instructions I need from you, Sir? Do I need to get permission from you or is this choice mine to make? As I feel a bit drawn to him, Sir, I am at a loss as to how to proceed at this time.

May we set up an apointment time to discuss this issue, Sir?

Thank you Sir
Gertrude

I smiled softly as I pressed send and returned to my duties.

ON MY WAY:

My mind faultered, what should I do about these logs? NOTHING!!!!! My mind shouted. It will just get you into trouble! Besides, who would you trust?

That last thought rang through my head as I headed out to do my daily towels, and such.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, face pale, lips trembling, eyes misty, and my body shaking just so. 'GET CONTROL!' I took a deep breath, then two, then three. Ok, control regained I hurried through my duties, mostly in a daze.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

THE A I SPEAKS

The speakers boom and sound a buzzer:

ATTENTION ALL:


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..

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.

Then the end bells go off and ALL RESUME their normal posting

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Re: Re: the trial (pt2)

"Not too bad, for a demonstration. That you instructed her to count was good, some object of training must always be incorporated into discipline. Would you be interested in serving the Chateau, as a trainer. You may still be devoted to whomever you like, but you would serve the Chateau. Additionally, you'd be granted a room to your liking on the third floor, wardrobe, and all the other resources of the Chateau. Interested?"

"If you don't mind, i would like a few days to think on it and to discuss it with Him. I must admit though, that it has been a very long while since i have felt so energetic. Can we set up a meeting the day after tomorrow?"

Da Grunt nods and i give him a smile before heading back to the bar to present Him with the crop. After all, who knows if He wants me to keep it?

"Hello, Lord Wolf, after that little demonstration, I could really use the company of your body next to mine. May i trouble you for some *alone* time?"

His answer is a smile and his hand on the back of my neck. It is enough.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

He turns from the door, quietly acknowledging the aide and girl Friday he had sent ahead to set up the rooms. He notes the attempt to warm the harsh stone walls and floors with simple tapestries and rugs. His eyes appreciate the soft lighting.

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Glancing right, he notes girl Friday has set up a dining area for the small intimate group settings he prefers. Her eyes ask the silent question to which he subtley shakes his head no. Her smile doesn't disappear, but he knows what she's thinking nonetheless.

Time enough for parties once he's settled.

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He glides across the receiving room towards the stairs, his aide turning with a questioning look of his own. Before the words pass lips, however, he's slipped past him and paused on the stairway. His hands slowly rise to his hips as he stands there, takes a deep breath, his shoulders tensing. Yes, the books are neatly stacked and yes the pertinent collections open for perusal, but choosing the landing below the master bedroom indicated a lack of intelligence, or worse yet, a poorly veiled attempt to set up a date for the boss. He could almost hear the phrase both of them wished he would utter to whomever they had coming to view the books.

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The absurdity actually brings the trace of a smile to his face. He lets his shoulders ease and his hands drop, then quietly continues around the corner of the landing. His head rises slightly noting the lighting set again at the level he prefers. Although the placement of the skulls shows an interesting touch of Stay Out/Beware/Come hither, Moth to the Flame, he makes a mental note to remind his aide of respect due to those from whom he took the trophies.

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As his head passes the threshold of the last stair, the tension returns to his shoulders. He knew storage would be iffy at best prior to arrival, but his aide either mistakenly thought an inspection meant a barracks layout, or space had become a premium. Still, leaving the glass implements of which he has become most fond next to the top of the stairs showed a decided lack of foresight, or an overeagerness to prove they had survived shipment. What a paradox that he might shatter some of his prized possessions with a little inattention to detail.

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He steps up gingerly turning the corner to take in his first view of a new demesne. Again, they got the lighting right, as well as the general layout of the room, but the attention to detail ... The girl knows better, and now he understands the dining room, and hopeful smile. Most likely, the two of them argued extensively over what he expected. The aide would find out shortly how wrong he had been.

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He continues into the room, noting the condition of different possessions, assessing the structure of the room itself. Hlaalu had paid him well for his talents, and would continue to do so in the future. He stops short of the comfortable and simple bed, noting the placement of lounging clothes, her idea, reading material, his, and items that might come in handy in the event of surprise, both. His eyes narrow, drawn to the shelf as girl Friday innocuously refers to it.

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He barely notices her hopeful attempt at company for him upon one of the pillows as he steps upon the bed. Typical of her to put the Doze amulet upon the pillow for any submissive finding difficulty in doing so after his ministrations. His eyes skip over the slave restraint bracelets, edge play instruments, breath play mask, and Cup/Candle for wax delicacies, instead focusing on the jewels and Gems. To the naked and uninformed eye, the Gems resemble condoms of all things. To those with a little more experience, the Gems hold souls. That one, or both of them, think such a display ...

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He checks the rage building within him, and quietly steps off the bed. His mind races thru results and courses of action. Time to return downstairs and counsel the two of them.

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[Caitlynne]

Moira finished the last piece she had been playing and took the cover and closed it over the piano keys. The music had helped her focus, helped her feel again, helped her see her own needs with greater clarity. The music, as usual, helped revitalize her passions and her purpose. She took a deep breath and got up to leave, turning out the light and closing the door.

Walking down the large corridor, she could hear the voices and music from the Bar, she turned to go and join the festivities, then stopped and thought that perhaps she should just go get a good nights sleep. She had an early morning in the kitchen and she had to do her physical maintenance routine before she began.

"Perhaps another time", she thought to herself as she changed directions and made her way through the maze of hallways to her own quarters.

 

[da grunt]

Wrapping the evenin' up

"... Can we set up a meeting the day after tomorrow?" ...

"Certainly, that would be fine. You must remember, though, fish and houseguest both begin to stink after three days.

There is another service you could perform for me. I am to leave in the morning on Chateau business, and I'll return in a few days. In the meantime, I'd like for you to give my cat love. Sheva is 21 years old, deaf, and all her energy is leaving her. She needs love, now more than every. I will have Gertrude bring her to your room. Until then, enjoy the Chateau." Grunt turns his attention to Elena. Fine girl, this, quality! How long before she, too, is taken? "E, while I'm gone I'm counting on you to work at shaping these girls up. Grace in movement, dignity. You are to identify your own grace and teach these girls that lesson. All of the Chateau's girls are stunning, but we must make them regal. We've got to find the delicate balance between submission and pride. You figure out how to do it. You know I'll enjoy punishing you again." He says, almost tenderly.

To Cleo he says, "Your mystery will be addressed. Think about as many clues as you can remember. Kiera will be on this, and I'm not going to piss in her porrage, yet. Oh, yes, it seems that there is quite an interest in the library. I'm speculating that since I saw to the original building of the Chateau, quite recently, actually, that there is no phenomena being generated by that room, and since you say that not only your journal in the library has been mucked with, and now we have to find the missing diary from your room, and, if there is phenomena, it could be focused on something that goes in each room, or connects each room. You, yourself come to mind, first. Don't be shy about reporting to the sickbay! If you can think of anymore possibilities, tell Keira about it. Both she and I realize that more goes on in our world than we know about. Goodnight. Heal!" This last he says to Shy.

The grunt then takes the still full tequilito and goes to the bar's computer and makes a PM to his friend, Curtis: 'Curtis, don't know when you'll be getting up and around, but I'll be gone on business for awhile. Thanks for rogering Gertrude, but she's staff! You can have fun with her, but she has other duties to attend to. Enjoy. grunt'

A few more PMs, grunts fingers fly. Occasionally thinking, pensively, then banging out the words. Apparently done with his business the grunt leaned back and took in the bar, still jumpin'. Its then the grunt notices that the faint tinkling of the piano has stopped. Another PM: Cook, I desire my breakfast fixed and served by M. - grunt

"Enough! Don't know where the day has gone, but it appears to be bedtime. I've got to leave early tomorrow." He says this to lilith, and stands, striking his left foreleg, "Come!" and Shy falls in step. As he begins to leave the bars, he says to the patrons, "I'll be away, on Chateau business for a few days. I expect the Chateau to run, perfectly, while I am gone. Good evening."

 

[SubChristy]

As the night progresses i see that slowly the bar clears.

i can still feel eyes on me as i keep dancing to the music. i dont notice the time or my aching body. wanting more of what i recieved earlier...not realizing...but wanting

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I'd been working with Naomi and Kikyo the AI the past few days, working on Naomi's returning strength and with Kikyo's information.
The man we'd captured, Frank, still wasn't talking- he was a professional. I'd given him a bowl of water the third day, though no food yet. Even bound and tortured he wasn't disturbed- he'd had some intense training. I'll let Grunt play with him later on.
Kikyo had found a bit more background information on Franky-boy though. Seems he had an Interpol file and the FBI had a few active warrents out for a Francisco Barbino that looked amazingly like our boy. I'd take care of home issues first, then the bounty the FBI was offering.
Naomi was, in the fourth day, back to what was normal for her, though she was frightfully thin still. She was eating and drinking everything I could give her, going through all the physical therepy exercises I knew and making great progress. Then she threw me-
"Am I going to serve here at the Chateau, Keira? Kikyo said that the some of the other women here serve as beloved subs."
I look at her, puzzled. "If you want to you can serve. I don't think Grunt would mind adding a new sub to the group, though its going to have to be light physically at first, you're still not in top health."
Naomi nodded. "I know. But I..." she looked at a loss for words for a moment then continued. "I want to feel like I'm part of a group again, a peice of a greater whole. I want to be part of this world of pleasure and pain, submission and dominance, joy and tears. Please, don't push me back into the world where I'm a freak... please don't."
I look at her and sigh. "Only Grunt can say for sure what he'll do with you, but I shall ask. Now you get some rest- I'm going up to the bar for a bit. I've been remiss for a while."
"I'm sorry," she said, dropping those big blue eyes. Yawning prettily she smiled at me afterward. "I am tired. Will I see you in the morning?"
"Yes, poppet, you will. Kikyo'll be here if you need anything," I said, gesturing at the AI's projected image. There were only a few areas of the house where Kikyo could manefest herself such- the hospice, central control rooms, my quarters and a few other areas.
Leaving Naomi, I return to my room, shower and dress in a sappire blue cocktail dress, the material clinging to my body. Matching strapless bra, garters, thong, black stockings and a pair of heeled strappy sandles and I was ready to go play after working the past few days.
I catch my orders from Grunt before he leaves and go in search of the Trainers. If Naomi is going to be joining us as a sub then she'll need a special teacher- one who can handle her completely. I enter the Trainer's lounge and explain Naomi's circumstances to those there.
"Any takers?"

OOC: is it possible to get someone to play Naomi perchance?

 

[da grunt]

Into the evening

The grunt exits the bar, Shy in tow, and goes to the gym. Here he stripes his clothes and puts on rawhide gloves and goes to the heavy bag. "Hold the bag for me." the grunt commands, and begins to pummel the bag, harder and harder he hits, so hard that Shy feels the blows through the bag and reverberating though her very body, over and over, the pounding continues. The grunt becomes covered in sweat and his grunts are deep, from his gut as he puts his maximum effort into the bag. The verocity and vigor of his excercise and the smell of his sweat was causing Shy to lose focus on the job of holding the bag, and was becoming lost in her own world, continuing to absorb the extreme force of his blows, albeit though the 400 pounds of sand and leather. Finally, he stopped. He used the rawhide as a sponge to wipe the sweat from his shaven palate. "Go girl! Now I'm just gonna work the speed bag for awhile." And to the punching bag he goes. bd-d-d-d bd-d-d-d bd-d-d-d-d- bd-d-d-d-d-d-d-d- bd--d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d bd-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d- He stops the bag and says to Shy, "Part of your training will be to fight. You are going to be able to give yourself willingly, and kick the ass of anyone who thinks otherwise! Understand. Check the daily schedule and you'll find you are to go the the gym and work out daily. 112 pounds of explosive is a dangerous package!". He goes, with Shy still in tow, into the sauna. There is a turkish bath, and jacuzzi, too, but tonight, the grunt wanted the sauna. He wanted to see the girl, Shy sweat.

 

[da grunt]

The sauna

Dry heat, teak wood walls, absorbing every drop of sweat, as it seeps through the towels. The teak was unbarably hot without the towels, and the accidental touch of skin to the wood brought instant punishment. Grunt put out the towels so that he may rest his head against Shy's thigh. The minutes passed slowly for the grunt, and as he massaged his cock in the heat it stretched to its fullest flacid size. Grunt sensed Shy watching him stretch and squeeze his cock, occasionally pulling his scrotum and scratching his balls. "Get up, Shy, and put a towel below so you can suck my cock, make it hard." She did as instructed, and took the grunt's large, soft member into her mouth, immediately swallowing the soft thing as much as she could, to be rewarded with the grunt's cock becoming rigid, as if on command. Grunt allowed the fellatio to continue until he was fully hardened, his cock an ominous spear of destruction. Sweat pouring from their bodies, the grunt disengaged shy, stood and while moving her so that her hands could lean against the row above, and went behind her, and with sweat pouring from them they fucked. The heat of the sauna, the heat of Shy, combined to bring the grunt to an easy climax, cumming deeply into Shy's tight pussy.

pop - was the sound as grunt withdrew his cock. swapppt - was the sound as he swatted her ass, "Come on" and grunt leaves the sauna, taking Shy by the hand and goes to the dip and jumps in, Shy still in hand. The water temp of the dip was about 60 degrees. Grunt knew, and liked it, Shy was completely surprised and shocked by the cold of the water, so shocked that she couldn't yell, even if she wanted to, as if the air had left her lungs. Grunt laughed and lifted her out and to the row of showers, hot water showers, and they both enjoyed the warm water cascading over them. Grunt took a bar of soap and began to clean his charge, and using a washcloth, scrubbed the girl, missing no spot. "Now, you do me." And she did.

After the shower, and the toweling off, the grunt put his clothes back on and leading the way for Shy, went to his room. "Get into bed, I will be with you soon. Sleep - make my bed warm." And the grunt went into his office.

The grunt went to work on his computer. It was hours later when Shy awakened hours later to find him cuddled next her, spooning from her rear.