The Café Chateau

[starlite_true]

Chou (to Keira)

She cried out as the crop hit her flank. She began to crawl at the best pace she could manage in the comforming pants. She had paid for her attitude, and was sorely irriatated at the wolf for his behavior. She bit back all thoughts she had of replying and snarled inwardly. She was beaten, for now, but it wouldn't last. In the end she would prevail, she just knew it. No woman was strong enough to completely break this spirit of this butterfly.

She continued to crawl until a hand slid over her scalp and grasped a handful of her hair. Instantly she stopped moving, realizing that they had come to their destination. She heard voices coming from the main entry way, a confused female voice that sounded a bit electronic and a male voice she had never heard before. It occurred to her that the low tones in the male's voice indicated a submissive nature, and she winced.

'Great, just bloody lovely,' she thought tersely. 'Another pet to take her attention away from me.' She sighed softly and remained on her hands and knees, leaning back a bit on her calves to stretch her back that was beginning to ache a little.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I looked down at Chou, hearing her sigh and echoing it with one of my own. "Yggdrasil save me from such idiocies in the coming new year. Chou, you stay here, kneel up, yes, hands on your thighs. You may move to regain circulation but return to that possition, I'll be right back."

Crop tapping against my thigh in bemiffment, I walked into the main foyer, powerful legs carrying me there in an easy glide. "Kikyo, initate welcome protocol 37 meep. You, new boy, look up at me."
I studied this young male sub for a moment, wondering what the world was going on. "Okay, according to Kikyo, you've been sent here to serve. But, its just me in house right now. Grunt's off doing something and heaven only knows where everyone else is. So, you do what Kikyo tells you and try not to get into trouble or you'll pay for it. You shall be down in the main gardens by the statue of Antigone at 11 am sharp tommorow morning. Do not be late."
Before turning away I added. "Oh, and while Kikyo is not a Domme she does have charge of you. So do be polite to her, you'll pay if you're not."

With that taken care of, I walked back to Chou, knowing Kikyo would take the young male, get his infomation and see that he was situated as befitted a new, uninvited slave.
Chou was sitting where I'd left her, an almost upset look in her eyes. I knelt before her, tipping her chin up with my hand. "I did not plan for an interuption, Chou my pet, so wipe that jealousy from your mind. Don't gasp and bat your eyes at me, I can smell it. I'm a lycanthrope, sweeting, panther to be exact. Which is part of why I'm able to interact with our local wolf pack. Oh and Gabriel isn't always a wolf, Chou, so take care to treat him with the same respect you'd treat any top here, savvy?"

"Now," I held my hand out to her. "Behave and come walk beside me. I've never been one for the whole hands and knees everywhere kick. It makes great punishment but its hell on the knees and hands. Makes more work for myself in the long run."

I yawned, spare hand covering my mouth. "It has been quite a long day, has it not? Lets go get some sleep, shall we, Chou?"

 

[starlite_true]

Chou

At the news of the lycanthropy, I shivered a little to fight the urge to recoil. I did not understand it to well, but I knew it had something to do with changing into an animal, or sub-human/animal form. I bit my lip a little in fear but gladly climbed to my feet when she asked me to. I nodded at her question of my attitude, sure to shape up. I had always had human partners, never a semi-human, so this was shaping up to be a very interesting trip after all. The grounds were breath taking, and I strove to learn more about the mysterious Gabriel. Not always a wolf? What else could he be? Was he a lycanthorpe too? A soft shiver climbed down my spine.

"Yes, Mistress," I said softly when she suggested sleep. I bit my tongue to fight of my own yawn upon seeing hers. I was intrigued about our sleeping conditions, but also a little worried, memories of being kept in a cold cage raking through my mind. I tried to remember the conversation Keira and I had had back when we had first met. Didn't she say she was the snugly type? I tried in vain to recall but no memory was forthcoming. Resigned but hopeful, I walked beside her until we reached the hall where the bedchambers lay. I looked to my new Mistress expectantly and silently, waiting for her to direct me as to where to go and what to do.

 

[argentSS]

[to Kikyo]

Boy is not sure what is meant by "avatar" but ... to comply with Mistress's requests.

This one has no allergies other than cats. Before being ko'lared, one's sexual preferences were women, Mistress, but now ... those preferences are those of Mistress or to whomever She has given boy's ko'lar temporarily. Now, this one's only personal preference is to please Her directly or, through pleasing those She has given boy, please Her indirectly.

This boy believes that he is quite good at pleasing His Mistress sexually, especially orally. His Mistress has taught him well that a woman's body is composed entirely of pleasure zones, only waiting to be awakened, and not the three or four ... commonly thought of ... places that some might focus upon. In that vein, Mistress seems to appreciate greatly the foot, scalp, and overall massage that boy has learned to employ.

Boy is still in training to His Mistress in terms of learning to serve Her the foods and drink of Her native land.

This one thinks that maybe he is here to learn of his own sexuality, so that He may better please those in his world.

This boy's greatest pleasure is in giving pleasure. Yet, he was confused a short time ago when another Mistress whipped him and behaved shamefully, it seems, in shrinking from that lash. My Mistress then said that She knew of a place that would teach boy about serving those whose pleasure was in his discomfort.

Does Mistress have any other questions?

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

Chou's hand felt warm in my own, a solid real presence. A smile flitted across my lips as I lead the way upstairs. "Now, remember, you've nothing to fear that you do not wish to happen. You will not be forced into becoming that which you are not, ie a werecritter. Reasonable tasks, like cleaning, cooking or other such work, will be given as appropriate."

Upon reaching the second floor (the stairwell changes floors occasinally but at the moment it was the sub floor on the second landing) I paused. "Now, you may return to your rooms to sleep for I know you must be quite tired. Or you can accompany me to mine to sleep there. I would... enjoy having company in my bed, its been quite empty as of late but it is your choice, Chou."

It felt like I was offering her a choice of the lady or the tiger and perhaps I was. A wicked smile curved my lips as the referance struck me. But which was I, the lady or the tiger?

 

[Vixandra]

Kikyo, the Chateau's AI

Kikyo saluted Keira as she left. With a firm nod she turned back to the "boy." "Surely you have a name, do you not? If not, I can give you one! I'd like to name someone, I've never done so before? Oh, come on, you look hungry and wet, like a cat in from the rain."

With a graceful pirouette (however its spelled) Kikyo turned and lead the way to the second floor. "This is the sub floor, above is the Dom floor and above that are various gallaries, topped by Keira-sama's tower rooms. The Chateau, which is where you've come by the way, is a quite expansive, with multiple floors, some of which appear only when called. Its all in the handbook."

As they continued down a quiet hall, Kikyo continued to speak about the Chateau's base rules, how no true harm could come to one within. How saying Kikyo's name would alert the AI to a problem, etc. The avatar stopped in front of a room without a lable on the door like so many of the others. She turned the nob and walked in, snapping her fingers to turn on the lights.

The room was small, and a bit on the bare side. A doublebed, desk, chair and chest at the foot of the bed were the only peices of furniture. The carpet was a simple blue. A pair of doors were on opposite sides of the room, one leading to a small closet, the other to a smal bathroom.
"This shall be your room for the duration of your stay here at the Chateau," Kikyo explained, moving aside to let the boy enter. "As you progress in your training here, you will earn more things for your room, like special lighting, nifty carpeting, so on and so forth. At the end of each evening, you will write your day's thoughts and feelings into the journal in the top right hand corner of your desk. This journal can be reviewed at any time, so do keep up with it. Even if its only a few words.
"Keeping these rooms clean and tidy is a must. I'll let you settle in and get washed up while I go find some bedcloths and some normal clothing for you. You need to get out of those wet cloths before you get pneumonia. Keira will beat the both of us if you get sick and while you might have fun, I would not. So, into the shower with you, I'll be back in a few moments. Speak my name if you need anything. Toiletries are under the sink along with towels."

With that, Kikyo left, skipping from the room as she set off for one of the storage rooms.

 

[argentSS]

A kennel of boy's own? With a bed? And a shower?

Boy was afraid Mistress was leaving him at a place his life would be hard, yet the luxury of this apartment is almost unheard of for a boy. To keep such beautiful rooms neat and tidy is an honor.

To be ordered to take a shower seems ... odd ... Is this a test? If he uses too much water, will he be disciplined? Yet, an order is an order.

Stripping off his wet robe, he hangs it carefully on the near the window to dry on a hanger he finds in the closet. His silks, spare as they are, are relatively dry, and he drapes them carefully over the back of the simple chair provided to him.

Stepping into the shower, he is surprised to find hot and cold faucets. In his experience, only Mistresses and Masters had such extravagance. Looking furtively about, he decides to take a cold shower in case hot water is restricted to such as him. Wetting himself quickly under the cold water, he turns off the water and begins to wash himself with the fragrant soap provided. The cold weather, followed by the cold water of the shower, has had its natural effect on his manhood and he feels quite small overall in these opulent surroundings.

As he begins to rinse, he thinks he hears a sound in his room.

 

[Vixandra]

Kikyo

Kikyo left the boy in confusion. He would not name himself, as if he had no name. Didn't speak in first person, only in third. Was very subserviant, even to her and she was viewed as "friend" status by most of the subs at the Chateau.
While she fetched things, Kikyo fed the information into a search database to find out what this newcomer was. The one that fit best was a lifestyle called "Gorean" or Gor for short. Head tilted, Kikyo's brown eyes flashed with bits of light as she assimilated the data she found. (www.gor.net/things/basics.html amoung others)

Kajirus... the word for a male slave. Kikyo pulled up a pronunciation guide to help her say it a few times as her speaker systems and the avatar's mouth got used to the word. In many ways the AI learned as a human child did, though at a much more rapid rate.

From the main bedcloths storage room, Kikyo took simple cotton sheets and a comforter to keep the young man warm. They were blue, that being the most common color in the storage room (Keira's had a bad effect on the backstock, Kikyo mused).
Clothing from the male sub closet was a bit harder. She did not want to offend one who would not say he was offended. But she could not allow him to run naked through the Chateau. The middle of this was a giving him a couple of pairs of cotton breeches and matching shirts, very middle age lower class but still appropriate. Lace up sandles, socks and boxers completed the clothing run.

Arms full, Kikyo returned to the kajirus' room, setting the linens on the bed and all but one set of clothing on the desk. The remaining set of cloths she set on floor in front of the bathroom. Rapping on the door, she spoke through it. "Kajirus, there is clothing in front of this door. Garb yourself and come out to the hall when done."

She did not add more to her statement, seeing it as unnessesary.
Leaning against the wall in the hallway, skirts full around her, Kikyo waited for kajirus to join her.

 

[argentSS]

"Garb yourself..." The words sounded as he stepped out of the cold shower, his skin a mass of goose bumps, nipples hard as rock and shrunken elsewhere. Shivering, he toweled himself off, then folded the towel exactly in thirds, laid it over the towel rack, stepped back and then realigned it after noticing that it was slightly to the left of center of the rack. Finding a mop and bucket in a little closet, he carefully mopped the floor of the bathroom, wherever moisture had collected. Using a rag he found in the closet, he wiped down all the tile and glass in the room until there was not a hint of moisture anywhere. Carefully replacing the mop and bucket and hanging the rag inside the door of the closet, he set out to return to the larger room.

Opening the door of the shower room, kneeling quickly in case the person who bid him bathe were there, he edged out and noticed the clothes. They were of an unfamiliar, rougher cloth than the scanty silk to which he was accustomed, more like the rep cloth of the lower slaves. He was almost ashamed to wear the breeches of a Free person, yet he did as ordered, donning also the shirt. The purpose of the socks and sandals he understood but had never had the opportunity to wear before.

He was at a loss as to the purpose of the final garment, an abbreviated loincloth of sorts. It was evidently to go about his loins, but beneath or above the breeches he had no idea. The slit in the front made him pause. Evidently it was to facilitate access for a Mistress, so must be worn in full view so that a Mistress could see the target for Her hand at all times.

Attired in the richest garments of his life, the boy opened the door to the hallway and noticed the female who had opened the door for him.

 

[Vixandra]

Kikyo

Kikyo's eyes grew wide in surprise as the kajirus walked into the hallway. Then her restraing systems gave way and she started laughing uncontrollably.
The AI had to speak from the sound system in the hall for her avatar was too far gone in giggles.
"Forgive me, but the sight you present is quite hilarious, and I'm still learning humor. I will have to talk with Keira-sama about fixing the appropriateness of my responses in the future," the voice was Kikyos but a bit more aloof and detached. It was the same program but without many of the human modifications the avatar held.
By this time the avatar recovered. "Okay, I'm okay. Sorry about that. Alright, first things first. Boxers go underneath one's clothing but the opening does go to the front, so props there."

Another gigle escaped the AI before she bypassed her humor subprograming levels for the time being. "So, do you have a name?"

"This one does not," he said, pausing as if unsure of how to address Kikyo.

"In the Chateau, we use multiple forms of address, from Japanese suffixes to the standard 'Master/Mistress' titles. Kikyo-san works fine for me and its still respectful," Kikyo said with a smile. Her eyes closed for a moment as she linked with the house counter part system and checked a few things out. "Well, kitchen's clear, lets go get you some food. Come along...hmm... what to call you... Kaori okay? Its one of those either gender names but I think it suits you."

 

[argentSS]

The laugh stung him, but long experience hiding negative emotions allowed him to keep his face noncommittal, his eyes lowered. He was bewildered also by the twin sounds of her laughter and her voice, coming from different areas at the same time. This avatar must truly be a special being of some sort.

Yet, this being apologized to him for laughing. No powerful being in his experience would apologize to a slave. Kikyo-san, boy is to call her. And she referred to another, a Keiro-sama, and the sound of her voice registered respect of the highest sort. Evidently, Kikyo-san is of a caste that is somewhere between slave and this Keiro-sama person.

The names must be from this Japanese place Kikyo-san (trying the use of her name out in his mind) mentioned.

Whatever his status on this world, lowly slave or richly dressed as he was now, it was evident that he could only please his Mistress by being especially alert to the nuances of this strange place. Knowing how dangerous it could be to offend a Gorean Free Man, and avoiding giving deathly insult to any of Them in his years of life, the boy felt that this was a task he could begin to master, at least.

Kikyo-san was staring at his breeches. That must be the mistake he made that caused the laughter. The "boxers" she spoke of must go next the skin rather than over. Blushing deep red, he hurriedly stepped back into the little room with the shower and fixed his garments. Stepping out, he saw her smiling and he realized that she had not been harsh in her laughter before, but that this probably was a joke for her.

At the sound of her beckoning him to food, however, the doubts lifted. She may not be a sister slave, and his place in life may have changed greatly since entering this house, but this person had sheltered him, clothed him, and now proposed to feed him.

What little honor a slave has of his own is indeed, little. However, to those who provide for one's needs, what can be given, must be.

Bowing low, his lower lip slightly quivering and his voice shaking, "Boy humbly thanks Kikyo-san for her attention to him. Boy wishes that he had anything of service to render her in return."

 

[Vixandra]

Kikyo

Kikyo nodded in approval as he came back out in the hall. "Much better, Kaori-kun. As you heard, I'm actually two seperate programs, though very similar in most reguards. Its complicated, but I am, in essence, the spirit of the household as well as the body before you. Oh, and I don't really need anything. I mean, I'll probably end up assigning you a household chore to accomplish on your off time but everyone does something other then D/s related stuff."

As they walked downstairs, Kikyo explained the Japanese suffixes. "When addressing someone of higher social rank, the ranks go -san, which is like Mister or Misses, -sama which is like Lord, Lady, Master or Mistress, and -dono which is used for kings and highly respected religious figures. The upper ranking suffixes are gender neutural, which is handy if you can't tell what you're dealing with. For equal social rank or ones below onself, -kun is a suffix placed after a male's name and -chan after a female's name. Hence why you're Kaori-kun and Keira-sama is Keira-sama.
"I'm a -san because I'm kind of outside the rank structure. I mean, I usually don't take so active a roll in the Chateau's day to day buisness though I find I like this one. Any new Dom/me, Master or Mistress would also be a -san until they proved themselves worthy of a higher title. You'll be okay with -sama for Keira and Grunt and -san for everyone else. The only other sub her right now is Chou-chan and she's with Keira-sama right now."

The explination had taken them into the kitchens, which were large enough to accomidate feeding the Chateau at full capacity, which was quite a few people. The lights flickered on as Kikyo triggered a switch.
"So, Kaori-kun, what would you like to eat? I've got some basic recipes programmed into me or you can cook for yourself, since I'm not too good at cooking. Requires taste buds and I don't have those yet."

 

[argentSS]

His stomach lept at the sound of the word "food." Memories of smells and tastes from somewhere in the back of his mind flooded him and all he could say was "Spaghetti? Is there something called spaghetti here?"

 

[starlite_true]

Chou

A shy smile crept across her lips as she moved to be as close to Keira as possible.

"Your bed would be best, Mistress," she said softly, her head lowered and her posture subserviant. Her skin tingled with the possibilities, but she would be content to share the bed with her new Mistress, and nothing more, though she was quite speedily becomming more attached to Keira than she thought appropriate, especially this early on. She bit her lip and moved to Keira's other side in a swift and careful movement, so as to give Keira room to turn and move towards her own room.

She tensed a bit as a laugh rang out through the halls. Whho else was here? Or was that from the computer system? Compters here laugh?? With her head still lowered she raised an eyebrow. Uh... wow, this place had many more mysteries to share yet!

Her mind drifted back to the concept of sharing a bed with Keira, and she shivered very slightly. The possiblities... oh, and just the thought of wrapping her Mistress' body with her own made her blood sing with glee. It was going to be a wonderful night!!

 

[Vixandra]

Kikyo

"We've an assortment of pasta," Kikyo said, leading the way to a large walk in pantry labled "Italian" in block letters. Inside was just about anything one could ever want for Italian cooking, with the exception of fresh components. "Use whatever you like to make food, just don't make too much. Eat what you cook and all that jazz. Usually we have a chef in house but he's on haiatus right now with things having been so slow. The French Riviera I think."

After that, Kikyo showed Kaori the walk in refiderator and freezer, pointing out to him what her onboard recipe book said would be needed.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

"Sounds like Kikyo's having fun," I said wryly as laughter echoed through the halls. "Wonder what has her so broken up like that."

With a shrug and a mental note to check on the morrow, I lead the way up the Chateau's centeral stair case to the tower room, my rooms. I had perhaps the best 360 view of the Chateau if I wanted it, thanks to a special see through wall design we'd had installed in the last house upgrade. The tower was a part of the origional Chateau, Peter had told me, though when that was from, I did not know.

Pushing open the double doors, one hand on the hidden palm scanner, I walked into my chambers with a smile. The scent of vanilla hung lightly in the air in the large room. My bed, something between King and orgy sized took up most of the northern portion of the room, a bathroom with a large tub and shower stall big enough for three or four people took the southern side, seperated off by frosted glass bricks.
A second main computer terminal had been added to my personal desk on the east wall and lining the west wall were my personal toys.
Deep blues, creams, and soft sky blues made up the bulk of the colors in my room, as if one sat in a deep ocean wave, someone had once told me.

"Welcome to my chambers, Chou-chan," I said with a smile. I shucked my boots by the door, padding barefoot to the laundry shoot and began undressing, throwing the clothing down the chute as I went.

 

[argentSS]

Kaori

He remembered spaghetti from somewhere but had no idea where. Looking at the contents of the refrigerator, the only thing that looked familiar was milk. Looking in cabinets, he found a glass and also some bread-like stuff, but very soft and white, unlike any bread he had ever seen before. Or remembered seeing.

Sitting at the table, he drank glass after glass of milk and a few pieces of the tasteless white stuff.

Putting his head down on the table for a moment, he fell asleep. His freams took him back to a place of green grass, eerily short and uniform, and tall buildings made of gray substances, sometimes of red brick. Vehicles like large bugs. Noise. Stink. Spaghetti.

 

[Vixandra]

Kikyo

Kikyo watched him fall asleep after eating only bread and milk. With a small smile, she left a message on the board for Cook in the morning to make a balanced breakfast in the morning for Kaori.
Then, showing a strength one would not easily see within her thin frame, Kikyo picked up the sleeping kajarus and carried him upstairs to his room, moving easily in her dress though she kicked off the shoes at the foot of the stairs.
After tucking him into bed, Kikyo left the room, leaving the room open a crack. A motion sensor would let her know when he awoke and he did only need to speak her name for her attention to fall upon him.

That settled, Kikyo went back downstairs, picked up her shoes and headed back to her chambers to change cloths. She'd been allocated a set of rooms in the west wing, mainly for the cloths she wore. Slipping into a pair of lacy shorts that showed of muscular looking legs and a long scarf tied around her chest in a crimson that matched the shorts, Kikyo let her body slip into standby, recharging in the early morning sunlight.

 

[argentSS]

Kaori

The boy's dreams were troubled. Memories of a world that was very real and half-remembered kept flooding his brain. A world where things were sometimes gray, sometimes dirty, yet somehow appealing kept flashing through his mind. These memories were mixed, sometimes as if a melange of one world over the other, with a world of beauty and bright skies, vegetation almost too green to be believed, but a world of danger, where one's every action could bring one's death at the hands of someone .. or something.

Along with the visual images were images of his actions in these worlds. The gray world brought back images of a childhood that was somehow untroubled and fraught, it seemed, mostly with decisions about what one would do next, what would might eat next, where one might go. In contrast, the other world's images were of a time in which his choices were made for him, in which his purpose and will were entirely outside himself, in another.

As he awoke and looked around himself in this room (how had he gotten there, he wondered?) it took but moments for him to realize that the two worlds of his dream had been real to him. The first world, long forgotten or erased from his brain, now was again a part of him and just looking about his room here brought back images of that world as if those memories had happened yesterday. The second world, the harsh one from which his Mistress had sent him, was again clear in his brain, too, now that he had eaten and slept.

In his room, alone with his thoughts, he wondered if this place was a part of the first world ... the second ... or an entirely new one.

 

[Vixandra]

Kikyo

"Good morning," chirped a voice over the small speaker inbedded in the wall near the door of Kaori's room. "Its dawning out to be a beautiful day, Kaori-kun. There's a sack of clothing outside your door, get dressed as you like and come downstairs to the kitchen. I'm trying this recipe called 'Steak and Eggs' I found online. My scent receptors tell me it smells good."

Kikyo stood in the kitchen, feet padding silently as she moved around making breakfast for four. She'd send Grunt's up to his quarters with the majordomo later on (another AI though of lesser capabilities).

Speaking directly to the speaker system, Kikyo sent an message to Keira's rooms to let the two women there know breakfast was almost ready.

In fine serving fashion, Kikyo laid out a table in the solar, making Kaori help her carry out dishes, utinsils and pitchers of fresh orange juice and milk. Warming dishes would keep the food warm until the others arrived.
"So, Kaori-kun, any questions or comments while we wait for Keira-sama and Chou-chan?"


OOC: ArgentSS- going to be a bit of a delay in Keira/Chou getting down stairs. Also- time is a very relative thing here in the Chateau. It could be day in one area and night in another without hitting a paradox. Its all managed by a magical control system, though its a little variable since the Environmental SysOp isn't in the Chateau atm.

 

[argentSS]

Kaori

Startled by the disembodied sound for just a moment, he sat up in bed and again had to take stock of his surroundings. The sound of Kikyo's voice seemed to surround him on all sides, but he was beginning to realize that what he considered "normal" on Urth and Counter-Urth was no longer the case here.

The clothes he found outside the door seemed a bit more familiar now. The short breeches he now knew were to worn under his outer breeches and the shirt went over his head like any shirt he had ever seen worn before. The shirt was considerably longer than any he had ever worn, and seemed to be tailored to be worn outside his pants, hanging to mid-thigh. It, like the pants, had quite a few more fastenings of various kinds than any clothing he had ever worn, fastenings that seemed to serve no purpose other than allowing access to portions of his body.

Helping Kikyo set the table was easy, she was very clear in her instructions and all his programming from Mistress made him delight in being able to follow her commands.

Questions?

"M.. (the Mistress unthinkingly was on the tip of his tongue but he was able to suppress it) Kikyo-san? Do you know what will happen to this boy here?"

 

[Vixandra]

Kikyo

"You'll be trained and used as needed," Kikyo replied with a grin. She closed her eyes for a moment, as if gathering information from the outter computer systems. "Keira-sama's awake now, she should be downstairs soon. Warning- she's a wildcat before she's has some caffine so don't mind her till after she grabs a soda."

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I awoke to sunlight streaming through my windows, shining on me and the woman in my arms. I burshed a lock of hair away from her face thinking, Chou, what am I going to do with you?

With a sigh, I rolled out of bed, leaving her to sleep. She'd had a busy day yesterday and would need her rest.

I walked over to my dresser and pulled out black cotton undies, jogging shorts and a blue sports bra/overshirt all bearing the nike swish logo. Corporate whoredom at its best, I mused dressing. A pair of socks and jogging shoes followed before I left my room to go downstairs.

Jogging downstairs, I wondered if Kikyo had the new boy awake yet. Had she even found out his name.
My question was answered when I hear her say I was a wildcat before I had caffinee followed by "Kaori-kun, can you help me carry these trays out?"

I walked into the kitchen to see Kikyo handing Kaori a set of plates, one laden with steak the other with eggs. "Morning you two. No Kaori, just take the plates outside then come back and greet me. Breakfast is more important then formailites."

Grabbing a coke from the fridge, I waited for him to come back, wondering just how he'd greet me.

 

[argentSS]

"Trained and used as needed." That phrase comforts boy; it is Mistress's way with him. To be used and trained was his sole desire, and to hear now that this place would surely help him learn to serve better warmed him. It warmed the serving fire in his belly but also, remembering times with his Mistress, warmed the lower fire.

As he contemplated this, the woman who must be Keira-sama burst into the kitchen. Heart a triphammer now, he rushed to find a place, any place, to put the dishes laden with food until he heard Her command. Taking the plates into what seemed to be the room designated for eating, he deposited them quickly, but carefully and turned back to the door of the kitchen.

Reaching the sill, his training took over. He dropped to one knee slowly, carefully, expecting that Keira-sama's eyes would be on him. As the knee touched, he lowered the other, allowing them to be spread about a foot when both were on the floor. Bowing forward, muscular thighs and bottom high in the air, his forehead touched the cold tiles. He raised his arms now above his head, covering his ears, his long hair cascading around his head. Arms flat, now pressing his chest against the cold floor, nipples hardening at the contact as well as with the anticipation of service to this Keira-sama, he splayed his fingers, palms flat on the floor.

The Mistress's words explaining this position came to him as he waited totally subservient to whatever this Keira-sama would wish. "Your ass and sweet muscular thighs, little one, are mine. You will accentuate them that the sight of them may please Me. Your cock exists for Me or for those it pleases Me to be served by it, and you will spread your legs so that I can always see its state of readiness for service. Your forehead will touch the floor, even press into the tiles, to remind yourself that your thoughts are always in submission to Me. Your chest will touch, an uncomfortable position to be sure, so that you realize with that little pain that you owe Me the utmost of your body's output. Your arms will remind you with their pleading expression that all of you is subservient to Me, Yea, exists only for Me. Your splayed fingers, the attitude of utmost need, demonstrates the lengths ... and depths... of your reliance on Me for all your needs. And desires."

In karta position, he awaited the pleasure of this Keira-sama. It was clear in her voice that She would accept no less than his all.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I circled around him as he knelt on the floor, recalling all I'd learned on Gor and shrugged. I'd handle him as I would any other sub, though he was the first male sub to come to the Chateau in my stay here.
"Kaori-kun, how are you at running," I asked coming to stand in front of him. "Assume the Present possition. Palms down is how I typically want it, more comfortable that way. Look up at me when I speak to you unless told otherwise, I like seeing emotions flow across your face, through your eyes."

I smiled as he complied and awaited his answer.