The Café Chateau

[da grunt]

Grunt's early return & time sync

He'd told the staff he would be gone for 3 days, yet it was later in that same day that the grunt returned from his Chateau business.
TTo the butler he said, "I've got work to do. Have food sent to my ooffice, please." Grunt sensed that Edward had something he rather not say. "What?"

"Elena is in trouble. She was trying to sneak on to your computer. Keira and Ekviktar are with her now." the butler advises.

"Shit!" grunts the grunt and thinks more elogently Fucking shit!Well, she's in good hands. Shit! "Hmphh, I've still got work to do. I'll be in my office and I'm hungry!" The grunt continues to his office, trying to smell, or sense what had happened in his room. His office was secure. She couldn't have logged into his computer on a bet. Silly girl he thought, hoping it was as he guessed, that her motives were just. She must be terrified now. Dang, she was so brave an courageous. She's a gem

His stomach growled as he began to work, fingers flying at the console.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Continuation...

After He left me, i made a circuit around my *work space*. There were so many things I wanted to add, so many things I wanted to do. I could not wait for da grunt to return. I wanted to talk to him, to tell him of my decision and see how i should go about getting my area set up. I was exceedingly grateful to EKVITKAR. Since His arrival into my life, things most definately had begun to look up.

I left my room and was slightly shocked to see Keira and Ekvitkar walking down the hall, Elena between them. I hadn't any clue what she had done wrong..and from the looks of all involved in that particular taboo, I didn't want to know.

I turned in the opposite direction and headed for the dining area. After all, I needed to get some lunch, before deciding just what I was going to keep from my unexpected windfall.

I went to the dining area and ordered a small salad with fat free italian dressing. After eating and drinking, I headed for my room. When I got there, I noted both Sheva and Bercha, curled up on my bed..noses touching. A very sweet, soothing sight, indeed. Bags and boxes had been thrown willy-nilly around my tiny suite. With a small sigh, I got to work.

Hours later, with a sore back, i came up for air. Out of all the things I had originally started out with, I had decided to keep only my 3 favorite vinyl outfits, my poetry books, a few of my favorite toys and some other assorted odds and ends. Enough stuff to barely fill a single box. The rest I repacked. I would find out what to do with it all later. I moved everything i was gettig rid of to an area beside my door and then headed to the bathroom to clean off all the dust and dirt.

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira saw the order as it came into the kitchen and grabbed it quickly. da grunt was back and he was hungry. She quickly made up his tray, placing a few of his favorite items on it to please him.

"Cook Sir, I'm all caught up with baking and cleanup, and with your permission, I'll take this tray to da grunt personally."

Cook glanced her way, giving her the once over with his eyes and then nodded his approval. He watched her pick up the tray and leave, her rear end swaying provocatively even in the baggy whites she had to wear in the kitchen. Cook sighed and promised himself he'd see that ass naked when she returned--naked, red and warm to the touch.

Moira made her way to da grunt's office and knocked on his door to announce herself...

"Sir, Your meal Sir."

 

[da grunt]

"Sir, Your meal Sir."

Moira's appearance breaks grunt's concentration at the computer. "Thank you, M. I was hoping it would be you bringing me food. Looks good. If you've no other duties I would like for you to stay with me while I eat. We can talk. How are things in the kitchen? It certainly is humorous the way time seems to move in the Chateau, isn't it?"

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira puts the tray on da grunt's desk, unfolds the napkin and places the silverware to the side of his plate. Pouring his coffee, making sure it is exactly the way he likes it, before she kneels by his side to keep him company while he eats.

"Sir, I'm caught up for the moment in the kitchen."

She paused to collect her thoughts and to see if he needed anything as he ate, then proceeded. "I'm pleased with the kitchen, Cook is wonderful to serve and I feel a good sense of accomplishment from this service. Its been a wonderful opportunity to grow and I want to thank you Sir for allowing me this experience."

"I feel calmer and more centered. I admit I am still very sad about my recent release from my former Master, but I think I am on the right road now. I think that I'm getting better. Time will settle this for me, I know that, it just takes time. ... and working in the kitchen allows me to let time do its job."

Moira paused again to reflect on her words and then finally added...

"Sir, I loved him very much. I loved him."

And with that she fell into silence, her eyes searching da grunt for some guidance.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

After my bath, I grabbed my journal and curled up on the bed with Sheva and Bercha. I knew it was way past time for me to note everything that had occurred so far today. Writing, with cats purring sleepily..helped to put my thoughts in order.

Today has been exceedingly long and it's no where near over. When He took me out to show me my things, I was completely blown over. I can not believe He would put so much thought into pleasing me. Is that what a true Dominant does? Takes care of things for the one they care for, so that their submissive can serve them with a happy heart? I never thought of that before. The level of responsibilty neccessary to be a good trainer is kind of scary.

My life seems to be moving along pathways I have never before journeyed. Does that mean that these PEOPLE are changing me? Or is it that I am finally ready to embrace all of me...for once in my life? Ach, i am worried, but excited as well. For better or worse, I will attempt this. Maybe, i will learn something about others.. more importantly, maybe I will learn something...about MYSELF.

I signed the ledger and placed it (open to the correct page) back on my dresser. Finally it was time to dress for an evening that hopefully, neither of us would forget. Deciding what to wear was easy: a blood red vinyl set..tight pants and a bustier. Over the knee, soft-soled, leather boots completed the basic outfit. I laid these things on my little bed, scooting Sheva and Bercha out of the way. And then, I started my stretching routine, to ease all the sore muscles that the shower had missed.

 

[Guest]

Fear in a handfull of dust......

"Hmmm Well, I am loathe to punish her myself, since it seems that the Grunt has taken a personal interest in her. Ahh, I think I have just the thing."

Out of one pocket he pulled a 5 x 8 card, and out of another a pen. He thought for a moment, then wrote on the card. Folded it and sealed the edge.

"Here, find Ms. Lynette and give her this. Of course you are not to open it before she does, or attempt to read it. Am I understood?"

"Yes Sir"

"Good, get you gone."

He turned and proceeded to ignore the girl, his business with her finished, he regarded their uninvited guest.

"Well Keira, tell me all about Frank........"

They conversed for a moment till E was gone. THen he turned to Keira and chuckled.

"Hard work, and anticipation of the worst, should do quite a bit for her. Don't you think?"

WIth a small slight of hand he produced a duplicate card and handed it to her.
Keira read the card for a moment, and began to smile.


{ THE CARD

Mon Cheri....

THe bearer of this card has transgressed mightily.

Mainly against the Grunt. But also against the Chateau itself, and her position here.
I know you could use a little help with things at the moment.
So..
Please be so kind as to take this girl into your care.
Use her as unskilled labor.
Punish as necessary.
The only condition is that she is to be treated as a rank untrained.

(Dear One.. I am hoping that exposure to you and a greater familiarity with the way things really are now, will break her out of this damned funk she is in.)

EKVITKAR

P.S. Dinner tonight ???- candlelight does wonderful things for your eyes. }

 

[sweetslut-slave]

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.

After finishing my rounds, checking towels, restocking and giving the remaining orders to the staff, I return to my room. I look around, then check my computer for messages. Mr Grunt sent me a messeage, short and to the point.

Gertrude:

Do not forget your duties here. I will talk with Curtis when I return.

I smiled. That was Mr. Grunt! Right to the point. Ok, so I then made my decision. This would be a trail period, at least until Mr. Grunt arrived back.

I grabbed my journal and walked back to Mr. Curtis's room. When I arrived, his breakfast was on the table and he had left me a note. I read through it.

Shoulders high, I walked back to my room. When I walked in, I looked through my clothes and ran a loving finger over them. I made my choice and pushed the button for my fireplace. It spun around and I threw my clothes into it, watching my old life burn with them.

My 2 deep purple maids dresses were already in Mr. Curtis's room, so I locked my door after grabbing my journal, and headed back to the room, and my new life. As I walked into the room, I unpacked my things and laid them gently into the drawer, then turned to his bag. As I opened it, I heard a gasp escape someone in the room. I looked around and found only myself there.

I laughed at myself, and then giggled. Now that felt good, I thought as I began to unpack and fix Mr. Curtis's things. I pulled out different sized crops, whips, paddles and gloves. He also had a supply of vibrators, butt plugs, rope, handcuffs, blindfolds and ties . As I had never really seen some of these items upclose and personal, I took a moment to look at them. I placed them very carefully into drawers, and hooks throughtout the room and in the wardrobe and then cleaned and pressed his clothes as instructed. The last thing I found in his bag was a locked book seeming to be quite old with a weathered bronze binding. This last item caught my attention, so I looked at it closely. Hummm I wondered how it was and why he brought it here. I decided to place that in the drawer in his bedside table. I looked at my journal. I thought about all that I had learned since coming here. I thought about trust. I thought about training, and Mr. Curtis and my decision to learn from him. I also placed my journal in Mr. Curtis's nightstand, hoping he would not be angry with me.

Next I sat down finished his breakfast and headed off for my meetings. Once the meetings were over, I knew what it ment to be a leader. Having to fix everyones problems and deal with issues was very taxing as well as rewarding for me. I saw to Mr. Grunts cat, such a delight, then double checked all the supplies, ordered new supplies and then returned to my new room.

I knew I was done for the moment, unless the Gertrude buzzer went off, so I let myself in, ordered lunch and removed my clothes, deciding to wait for Curtis as he instructed me.

A few moments later, the knock at the door alerted me to lunch. I opened the door a crack, making sure no one was in the hallway, reached out to grab the tray when another pair of hands lifted my tray.

"what the hell? OOoo, my I ... I... I..Who ...Who has my tray? " I quickly moved behind the door when Mr. Ekvitkar pushed his way in with a big grin on his face.

"Well, Gertrude, what have we here? Grunt mentioned something of your new training. Hummmm, like the new outfit. Here, my dear, let me set this on the table for you. Have an alert to get to, so I will catch up with you later."

With that, he left the room and I just sat stunned, my breathing a little out of wack. I eyed the lunch tray, then made sure the door was shut tight and regained my composure. This was nerve wracking, I thought, about ready to run back to my room, and my old life.

I hope I can actually do this, I thought, wondering when Mr. Curtis would return.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Elena comes to VISIT???

I had just finished stretching when I heard a soft knock on the door. I hustled to answer it, thinking that mayhap it was Him. Instead, I am greeted by the sight of Elena, her head bowed, her hand out stretched holding a card. I take the card from her, and open it..my eyes going big as I read what He wrote. Ach, here comes the fun.

I take two steps back and motion her inside.


"So, girl, you are in trouble, huh?"

Her chin quivers slightly but she answers, "Yes, Lynnette, this one is in trouble."

"They have sent you to me. For punishment. At this point, I am in no mood to punish. I am in need of a little unskilled labor. Do you think you can provide that? Or will it be too much for you?" My voice is hard, but quiet. I don't like doing this, but I understand the need behind it.

"Yes, Lynnette, I can provide the help you need."

"Good. Here are the rules. You will only speak, from this moment on, when spoken to. At no time are you to lift your eyes from your task, not to look around or to look at me. You will do exactly as I say, in all things. Any deviation from this will result in punishment. Is this understood, girl?"

"Yes, Lynnette."

"O-kay then. Your first task is to take all of those boxes and bags to the appropriate place. They are trash. As you move through the hallway, if anyone tries to get your attention..unless it is da grunt or the two that sent you to me, you will say 'I am providing Ms. Lynnette service. I can not speak.' That is all you will say. Nothing more, nothing less. Understood?"

Her face was a study in misery. I knew her heart was hurting, but I needed her to focus on the tasks at hand. If she were to honestly come to grips with what had occurred, she was going to need time. Time to think, time to figure out where she made her mistake. Talking to anybody else, would put those thoughts far from her mind. That was something I was not willing to risk.

I tilted her head a tad so that I could look into her eyes. I could see the tears she was struggling against. I knew that what I was doing was the right way to deal with this particular thing, for now.

"You have 30 minutes to complete your first task. I will be watching the time and for every minute over the specified limit, you may expect one lash, placed in whatever spot I feel the need to put it."

I turned my back on her and went back to the bed. Without turning around, I motioned for her to begin.

 

[Guest]

Fear - part two

"As for Franky here Hmmm....... Would you walk with me a bit?"

He turned and held the door for her.
As they walked the corridor, he thought about their problem.
And Keira took this opportunity to tell him what had been done so far.

"Well it seems to boil down pretty simply. All interrogation is fear. They talk to you because they are afraid.
Afraid of what you will do.
Afraid of what you will not do.
Afraid of the pain, or death, or water, or whatever....
Frank here is simply either not afraid of what you are doing, which probably means he is really as tough as he lets on.
Or he is more afraid of what someone else will do to him."

He stopped walking for a moment.

"Which makes a good deal of sense if he is really working for the senator in question."

He paused. They were in front of the bar.

"Coffee??"

 

[JupitersGirl]

Elena

My feet feel leaden as I leave with the first load of boxes. The burn in my backside and thighs feels red hot, but more embarrassing, more hurtful, is the realization that I will now be thought of as the submissive who fell from grace.

It is painfully clear to me now that, in my fear, I lost faith....faith in da grunt and in the chateau. How could I be so lacking in judgement that I honestly believed that the security personnel here at the chateau did not fully grasp the seriousness of the situation? I deserve to be punished! And the grunt...I don't know how I will face him. He has honored me and I have repaid him with doubt. I find myself hoping that he will be gone for several more days....anything to delay seeing the disappointment on his face when he next looks at me.

As I make my way through the corridors, I hear footsteps of the chateau dwellers pass me and overtake me, but no one speaks. Perhaps the word has passed through the chateau already, perhaps they are too busy to speak. Whatever the reason, I am grateful. The pain is still too new...not yet settled. I am afraid that if I must speak, I will not be able to stem the tide of the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes.

Finally, I stand back at Lynette's door. Eyes closed, I take a few deep breaths to calm myself, and enter....

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Re: Elena

.... SNIP.....Finally, I stand back at Lynette's door. Eyes closed, I take a few deep breaths to calm myself, and enter....

I notice Elena from the corner of my eyes. She goes about her task with an almost unthinking grace and dignity. I know, probably better than anyone else, how she feels right now. It is hard to face a mistake in judgement. Especially, when the other person that you have disappointed is important to you. I can't let any of these thoughts show, though. She needs some structure, not a shoulder to cry on.

"Elena, when you have finished with this task. I have something new for you to help me with. You are making good time, so the dubious pleasure I would get for punishing you, in this instance, is gone."

I flash her a quick grin, letting her see the gold in my light brown eyes..the wolf hiding beneath my skin. She gives a little start of surprise, but maintains her composure rather well. She stands there, I guess to see if I require her for anything else.

"Go ahead and finish up, girl. Matter of fact, if you will show me the way, I will help with these last few loads. My mother always said many hands get the job done faster."

 

[da grunt]

Discussion

Originally posted by Caitlynne "Sir, I loved him very much. I loved him."

The grunt studies the girl and searching her eyes, her eyes which he adored, the eyes, so full of color, yet so somehow empty, incomplete. Eyes of infinite patience and acceptance. "Yes, you did love him and you gave everything you could to him, just to prove it. Yet, he still rejected you, and that is how you see it. You gave everything and were still rejected." The words hit Moira like hammers, her chin quivered and tears formed freely in her eyes. “You knew the contract period, yet throughout the period you wanted to be extended. Did you really want to be extended, or did you not want to be rejected? Rejected you were, and rejected you knew you would be, yet you held out pipedream of redemption, that your devotion would prove your worth. That pipedream actually held you back from happiness and fulfillment. You choose to view it as rejection. I choose to view it as your contract ending. Buck up.” Grunt began eating and Moira composed herself, with perfect dignity mixed with the humiliation of perceptions.

“You are still valuable to the Chateau, but you must come to grips with this fear of rejection. There is a client who has shown interest in you, and I believe there may be some compatibility. I’ve told him you’ve been disallowed penetration.” The grunt takes a few more bites.

“If you simply want to be loved, I can fix you up with a good man, who will adore you forever. Your contract brought in 12 million. I’ve kept 20% in interest earning accounts. That’s 2.4 million, and around 2.7 now, with interest. I’ve invested another 20% in the Chateau account, and that’s valued at …” and grunt looks to his computer screen, “… just under 18 million. I can get the 2.7 mil tonight, but the 18 is not as liquid. Take me a month to make it cash. You can leave that invested. It’ll be worth 50 million within a couple of years. With a nice guy and a lot of money you could settle down and have a comfortable life. I want you to stay, but I want you to be able to consider your alternatives.” And the grunt continues his meal.

 

[JupitersGirl]

Elena

As we trudge down the corridor with the last load of boxes, I am thankful for the silence she allows me. I need to assimilate the events of the last few hours....to analyze my mistake, to own it, and finally, to forgive myself for it. That last, I know, will take some time.

I let my mind wander freely as we walk. Something tickles the edges of my comprehension, something I saw in Lynette's eyes as she smiled at me, something.....otherworldly. I steal a quick glance at her from the corner of my eye and see there a very lovely, confident woman....but there was something else there just a moment ago....

 

[snoozebutton]

I had walked the corriders to get a lay of the inside. This place was huge would take a while to get accustomed to the size. I walked back to my room and turned the knob. I was pleased to see Gertrude ready with my tray. I gazed upon her and smiled inwardly. She was shaking so I heard the china rattle. I placed my hand on her wrist as I led her to my small table off the center of the room. "Place my tray here." I sat down and motioned for her to stand in front of me. Her eyes were cast downward as I reached up and grasped her chin, "Look at me Gertrude." I saw her bright eyes come level with mine and then slightly look away. I raised my voice and repeated my command. I looked at her sternly and ordered her to knell. For disobeying me you will be punished, you aren't allowed modesty or shame. I threw my napkin on the floor and began eating. The steak was just as I liked it medium. It was quite juicy and of course I needed a napkin. "For disobeying you will be my napkin." I rubbed my juice soaked hands on her full breasts. I heard her moan. I grasped and twisted one of her nipples. "You are not to enjoy this punishment." As I finished eating I grasped her hair tightly and said, "Lick my hand clean and show me how much you wish to learn to serve." I was amazed at the speed and vigor she used to complete her task. I knew the mid afternoon inspection was due soon. "I want you to dress and clean up. I am going to need a schedule to inspect the libray with it's custodian, please ask Grunt for a proper time till then you are free to complete your daily tasks then return to me.

 

[Guest]

Fear - Part three

Ekvitkar sat on the rock, reading. Here, in the midst of the forrest, out of the view of the Chateau dwellers, he relaxed a bit, and was actually humming quietly to himself.
Keira was just as relentlessly efficient as he had been told. The computer paper he was holding was the dossier of a gentleman, without whom the world would do quite well.
He cocked his head slightly to one side...

"Ahhh. Speak of the Devil. Or at least one low rent Imp."

Around the corner of the rock shelf walked Keira. She was followed reluctantly by Frank. Frank was followed by Edward, who held the chain locked to his throat.

"Hello Keira, Edward. Hmmm. And you would be the mysterious Frank. Nice to meet you at last."

"Fuck you"

"Nice accent, but no way to talk to the man that is about to let you go."

"Bullshit!"

"Nope, you have resisted the best efforts of professionals to make you talk about your employer, which leaves me with two choices. I can either snap my fingers, at which Edward will twist your neck till your head pops clean off.
Or I can let you go.
With the admonition, that if you are seen past the next sunrise, you will be killed in a way that would make Edgar Allen Poe puke up his shoesoles.
Are we clear?."

" I said, ARE WE CLEAR, YOU FUCKING ASS BARNACLE???"

"Yes, yes."

"Good"

"Unchain the man Edward"

He reached into his long coat and tossed a small bag to Frank.

"Inside you will find a small knife, a compass, and a couple of matches. Since you probably studied maps extensively before coming here, you know that the road system is most easily reached by going north."

Frank looked at them, then looked down at his naked body and bare feet.

"Don't whine boy. See this. This is a partial list of all the reasons why you would be better off being killed than released. I'm sure there is much more that no one knows about for sure.
Start running asshole."

Frank looked around for another moment. Looked at them. ANd started north.
When he was out of sight Ekvitkar sat back down on the rock.

"Thank you for your assistance Edward, go on back to the house now."

He looked at Keira.

"Well I have a dinner to go to. How bout you?"

"But...... what about Frank. Shouldn't we follow him or something?"

"Hmm.. No. Frank wasn't going to budge from anything we were doing. Hell, he's probably, almost certainly, done much worse. To people who didn't deserve it.
We are going to have to shortcut his experience, and his toughness. Most of both are situational anyway.
We just have to go back in history a bit. Remove the threat from the familiar."

He threw back his head and HOWLED........
Looked at her. Held up one finger.
Suddenly there was the sound of running feet on leaves, and they were surrounded by massive grey and creme forms.
He dropped into a crouch and rubbed the head of one of the wolves. whispered in his ear.
Then, as quick as their arrival, they were gone.

"Nope, we have to go back to the atavistic fears that are buried in all humans, worse than fire, worse than drowning.
Tonight Franky boy learns what it means to be on the other end.
Tonight he is prey."



He looked at her a touch sideways.....

"Besides, this forrest is not exactly what it seems. That isn't really North.
A compass won't work here.
SNRK!! And the best part is, no matter how far he walks, there aren't any roads out there to get to."

With that he turned, and a door 'snicked' open in the rock face.

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira could feel her eyes being held by da grunt as he spoke, and she also knew that she had avoided telling anyone the real nature of her problem. She heard his words and knew he spoke the truth, as far as he knew it, and in an instant she realized what her problem really was.

"Sir, may I speak freely?" she asked, and as she heard her own voice, it was barely above a whisper.

Grunt nodded and spoke, "Of course, I expect nothing less."

Moira collected her thoughts and then began....

"Sir, you speak wisely and you are correct, I kept the hope alive in my heart and mind that my Master would extend the contract. And I did feel rejected as you have correctly pointed out."

She paused and then continued, " But this is not the source of my pain, although I did not know that until you spoke. There are things I have not shared, not even with Teacher, not written in my journal, not spoken or written to a single soul, and I should have, I see that now. If I had, someone could have guided me."

"During the last month of my contract my Master was concerned about the eventual pain of separation. He cut back on severe play, he relaxed protocols, and in the end we were almost as a nilla couple. We spoke of the parting and my feelings more than anything. He made it clear that he did not want me to feel the past year was not exactly as we had experienced. He said exactly what you have said, the contract was just over, and that it was not an invalidation of all we had shared. He told me I'd served him with excellence, he made me know I had been a treasured slave. He made me voice all my concerns, all my fears and he gently dealt with each one in his own way."

"But, it is because of his care at the parting and all he did to make it easy on me that I fell even deeper into love with him. Just as you are trying to help me now, he helped me then. He nurtured me and helped me in what he knew would be a terrible blow to me."

"You see, Sir, he knew me well, and he knew I would hold out hope until the end that he would extend my contract. He knew it and also knew that all of his care would help me through what he knew I would feel and go through."

"And this is why I am sad. This is why I cannot forget him. Not because he did not extend my contract, but because he loved me enough to help me accept that he wouldn't."

"I know that you are trying to help me re-enter the life here at the Chateau, I know you want to help me accept this reality and I know that I will be able to accept it."

"I do not want to leave, I do not even want to be loved in the way most people think of love. I want to be owned. That is my need and my desire. I do not wish to leave, but I know I need some time to put this past year into its proper place. "

"I shall love again, it is my way and the nature of my service. I give all of me in this service and I will again. I shall never forget the Masters that I have loved and served that are now gone from my life, but I know that there will be another that I will serve and love."

Moira looked deeply into da grunt's eyes and almost pleaded, "Sir, all I ask is to serve you and the Chateau and all I do is in that effort. But my service would be less if I did not give all of me and in that giving I fall into periods when I need time to adjust from one situation to the next. All I ask is for a little more time. I am better and better each day, each hour. My Master made sure I would be and I am."

Once again Moira fell into silence and waited..

 

[SubChristy]

walking through the bar..making sure everything was clean christy's mind started to wander. She sees other master's with their slaves or sub's and wonders what it's like to be there. to please.

Lilith notices christy daydreaming "are you done yet"

"yes mam, i was just finishing"

christy see's some people coming in and out of the bar...its a slow afternoon.....

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by Caitlynne Once again Moira fell into silence and waited..

"Precious Moira, you will be owned by the Chateau as long as you want. You are a prized asset. The client who is interested has his own suite at the Chateau. Of course, if he contracts you he may take you where you wish, or he could leave you at the Chateau. The problem is you have no desire now. To bring in the big bucks you need to not only be desirable, but to desire, yourself. I desire you myself, but until I sense your desire of me, I will not take you. Now, sit with me while I work, unless you've work to do, I don't wanna have Cook pissed at me." The grunt chuckles and gets back to work.

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira took in a deep breath as she listened to da grunt speak, knowing that he spoke the truth, knowing that he had listened to her and understood. She couldn't help but let the corners of her mouth rise a little in a smile as she realized that soon, very soon she would feel at home again.

She also realized she *did* want to stay there with him, just be there as he worked. "It's a good thing I got all caught up in the kitchen", she thought to herself, as she poised herself, kneeling by his side.

"Sir, I have some time, I was completley caught up when I brought you your meal. And Sir, thank you for speaking with me."

 

[sweetslut-slave]

I had walked the corriders to get a lay of the inside. This place was huge would take a while to get accustomed to the size. I walked back to my room and turned the knob. I was pleased to see Gertrude ready with my tray. I gazed upon her and smiled inwardly. She was shaking so I heard the china rattle. I placed my hand on her wrist as I led her to my small table off the center of the room. "Place my tray here." I sat down and motioned for her to stand in front of me. Her eyes were cast downward as I reached up and grasped her chin, "Look at me Gertrude." I saw her bright eyes come level with mine and then slightly look away. I raised my voice and repeated my command. I looked at her sternly and ordered her to knell. For disobeying me you will be punished, you aren't allowed modesty or shame. I threw my napkin on the floor and began eating. The steak was just as I liked it medium. It was quite juicy and of course I needed a napkin. "For disobeying you will be my napkin." I rubbed my juice soaked hands on her full breasts. I heard her moan. I grasped and twisted one of her nipples. "You are not to enjoy this punishment." As I finished eating I grasped her hair tightly and said, "Lick my hand clean and show me how much you wish to learn to serve." I was amazed at the speed and vigor she used to complete her task. I knew the mid afternoon inspection was due soon. "I want you to dress and clean up. I am going to need a schedule to inspect the libray with it's custodian, please ask Grunt for a proper time till then you are free to complete your daily tasks then return to me.

I was shaking like a leaf. My thoughts whirled around, my mind thought of every excuse to run. I did not. I stayed and waited. When Mr. Curtis, er I mean Curtis arrived, I thought I was ready to faint. I did not. I was not able to follow his simple commands, but knew my need to serve would return and with it something else, I hoped. I was looking for fullfillment, for a oneness within myself. I needed it. I really knew and felt it.

As we finished our first lesson, I smiled to think that for I enjoyed it a bit more then I should have, I knew it was time for my duties to be completed. I clened myself up and finished cleaning the room, then left. I returned to my room and emailed Mr. Grunt the request to meet with Mr. Curtis, believeing my arrangement would be finished as well, then made my rounds. When I finished, I had to think, so I took a brisk walk around the grounds. After riding my mind of the termoil, I was ready. I returned to Mr. Curtis's ops Curtis' room. As I opened the door, I could hear Curtis and Mr. Grunt talking ....

 

[Vixandra]

Re: Fear - Part three

He looked at Keira.
He threw back his head and HOWLED........
He looked at her a touch sideways.....
"Besides, this forrest is not exactly what it seems. That isn't really North.
A compass won't work here.
SNRK!! And the best part is, no matter how far he walks, there aren't any roads out there to get to."
With that he turned, and a door 'snicked' open in the rock face.

It took me a moment to figure out what Ekvitkar meant then I smiled, teeth showing in a rather unfriendly manner.
"Oh, a hunt," she said wistfully. "Been a long time since I ran with lycanthropes in pursuit of pray, a knife in my hand."
Snapping out of my memory I looked to Ekvitkar. "Brilliant idea. Oh- and as what I'm doing for dinner, I've no idea. Grunt will probably pull me in to give my report. Otherwise I'll probably doll Naomi up and take her to the main Dinning Room for dinner and to see if someone wants to play. I'm a domme but I can't with her- I took care of her as a nursing patient, brougth her back to life and normalicy... I don't see her as a sub to use but as a child to be cuddled and told the world'll be okay."
He nodded, as if telling me to go on.
Taking a deep breath I went on, "I want to train her to bring out the sub I see right beneath the surface but I can't bear to harm her now. So I have to find a trainer who can handle her at least until she's trained in the ways of the Chateau and I work past this. I'll have to talk with Grunt about who can take her, trainer her up some and still use her telepathic abilities."
I shook my head ruefully. "You're a good listener, you know that? I'd better get back to the house. Happy hunting!"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Elena: a continuation

After trotting out the rest of my trash, we proceeded back to my room. I walked a few steps behind her, enjoying the view of her slender legs and pert ass. If she was any where NEAR as intelligent as I expected, she would be going over what she thought she had seen earlier, when I smiled at her. If I had given her permission to speak, I am sure at some point, she would have asked. Luckily for me, I did not feel the need for inane chatter. I wanted her thinking deeply..and not about my inner wolf, at least not yet.

Once we returned to my room, I had her assume my favorite position: legs closed, arms clasped behind her back, face raised, eyes averted. She assumed this stance quite gracefully and I only needed to correct the angle of her face with a fingertip.


"All right, girl. You have done quite well so far. The next job is just as easy. I would like for you to give my room a most through cleaning. Sweeping, dusting, you know minor housekeeping. As my room is quite empty for the nonce, I believe this should not take you very long at all."

She waited momentarily, to see if I would say anything more. When I didn't she started to work, sweeping and such. I sat on my bed with Sheva and Bercha, watching her as she moved unselfconsciously about.

No more than 20 minutes had passed. My room smelled fresh and clean. She assumed the position, once again, in the center of my room.

"Now, girl, do you see the box sitting beside the dresser?"

"Yes, Lynette."

"I would like for you to unpack it for me. There are 2 shelves in there along with various herbs, crystals and feathers. I am not going to bother with hanging any of this up. I will be moving to trainers quarters soon. What I want you to do is simple, pull everything out. Place the sealed jars of herbs on my dresser, labels out..in alphabetical order. The rest, I want you to repack, neatly."

She bent to her task. I could see that her mind was drifting as she went through my box. I did not mind that in the least. If her mind was only partly focused on my requirements, that meant the rest of it was going over her transgression.

When she had finished this last task, I beckoned her forward. Slowly, delicately, I allowed my wolf to rise to the surface, heightening my sense of smell, making my eyes pale, pale gold.

She watched me, just as intently as i had studied her earlier. My nails grew about an inch, becoming curved and clawlike. I willed the change to halt. I did not want to scare her, unneccessarily. Her breathing came a tad quicker. Her smell intensified. Other than these two things, she maintained control.

I got up from the bed and stalked toward her.

"This little display is for you."

I ran a claw gently along her skin, from hip to hip and then slowly..upward, over her ribs, toward her throat. At the same time, I placed my nose right next to her pulse point in her throat, inhaling deeply of the fear smell. She was shivering slightly, her whole body trembling.

I backed away, only a few steps. With my hand in her hair, I motioned for her to kneel. She did so, still graceful.

"This is the most important thing you will do to for me today. I want you to explain what it is you have done. What are your transgressions? Explain them in-depth to me, as I am not privvy to that information. And then, I want you to tell me what type of punishment you believe you deserve."

I moved further away, to sit on the end of the bed. And then I waited for her to begin.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by Caitlynne ... she poised herself, kneeling by his side ...

The grunt continued his work, perusing the three monitors of his beast, checking the status of reality against projection, fingers flying one minute and the next in deep thought. The phone rings and the grunt dons his headset and talks quietly while he works. When his fingers are not at the keyboard, one hand pets Moira, stroking her silken hair, or scratching her shoulder or the peak of her shoulder blade through the kitchen uniform. Occasionally he would push back his chair and place his booted feet upon the desk place his fingertips together and close his eyes and concentrate upon his visions. Moira saw his fingers and hands curving and tapping, as if the grunt were conducting an orchestra visible only to himself. "Yes!" and with a clap of his hands, back to the keyboard in a flurry of activity.

 

[snoozebutton]

Gertrude left for her daily chores. I retrieved my book and unlocked it. As I flipped through the pages I knew I was close to answering the mystery. The books author had left clues in his writing and they had lead me on a worldwide search. I had come to the final piece and it lead here. I must have been reflecting a long while, as I was startled when I recieved a call from Grunt. He told me to be patient with Gertrude and that my time in the library would be arrainged but currently he was busy with a few issues. I could tell he was busy so I hung up the phone just as Gertrude entered the room. I closed and locked my book as I replaced the key in the locket I wore around my neck. Wiping the glass covering the picture on the other side. I snapped it closed as well and watched as Gertrude disrobed. When she was as I required I had her kneel at my feet."Today we will work on your posture." I rose and retrieved a short crop from the wardrobe and book from the shelf above the nightstand. "Rise and straighten that back and thrust your chest forward. You have heavy steps and your posture needs improving." She placed the book on your head and after a short time I didn't have to use the crop often. A few well placed swats had her walking with grace in no time. I was genuinely pleased and retrieved a blanket for her. " As I stood before her she quickly kneeled and her eyes looked downward. "put out your arms." She did and I placed her blanket in them. "You have pleased me in your training I will expect to see this posture in your walk at all times." I saw her smile and knew she was pleased. " I will be on the phone from now till dinner. I want you to practice till then. Then you will dress for dinner."