The Café Chateau

[argentSS]

The "Present Position"? He was already "presently" in this position, how could he assume it if already there? Then, reflecting, realizing that she said the word "present" with a long "e" sound, he thought that She must mean another position, one in which he would sit, kneel, or stand with his palms down. The two positions that he could readily think of that allowed him a choice in hand position were Tower and Nadu, both kneeling.

Realizing that he could be wrong and be punished for failure in one of his first commands by this Mistress, he also realized that he was bound to be wrong should he not move. Pushing himself back with his arms, he rose to the kneeling position, pondering as he did whether Tower or Nadu was going to be correct. Tower was the normal position when in the presence of any woman but his Mistress, but Nadu, the kneeling position of the pleasure slave showing his willingness to serve in any and all ways, seemed here to be appropriate with this Mistress to whom his Mistress had given him over for training.

Spreading his knees painfully wide, settling back upon his heels with his back straight, he placed his hands on either thigh, palms down as ordered and raised his eyes to look at this Mistress's chest, ready to raise his eyes to Hers at her first articulation.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I set my coke on the counter and couldn't help but say, "Honey, I know I have a nice rack but my face is up here," I said, tipping his chin up a little further. "Much better. Now we're going to go eat a light breakfast and then head outside for a run around the Chateau. I'll introduce you to the local wolf pack while we're out there. They're the protectors of our forests, so you've nothing to fear from them. After that we'll get cleaned up and figure out the rest of the day from there."

Picking up my coke, I lead the way to the dining room and settled down to eat after sending Kikyo to find a pair of jogging shoes and socks in Kaori's size. She returned with them as we finished and carried two bottles of water with her.

After Kaori slipped into the shoes and got them tied, I gave him a brief tour of the bottom story of the Chateau before heading outside the back kitchen docks.

Edward, the majordomo robot, was feeding the local wolfpack peices of beef from a large bucket at his side. He bowed to me but said nothing.

I held out my hand to Kaori at the top of the steps leading down to the ground level. Gabriel, the largest of the wolves and solid white in color sat at the foot of the stairs, licking his chops clean from his breakfast with a wolfish grin.
"Come, Kaori-kun, and greet the Chateau's protectors."

 

[da grunt]

Peter's lament

The grunt watched his monitors. His face was unshaven, as it had been for weeks. His habit of bathing multiple times a day; forgotten, his desire for sex; spent, his dominating force; neutralized. It had been over a year since Tinkerbell had left. It was Peter's own fault for making her mad. She'd gone before, and always it was the same. Peter's superb confidence faded; replaced by doubt, guilt and loss. She'd be back, he told himself, but before when this happened she only returned when Peter returned to war, death and destruction; the antithesis of the Master of the Chateau. Love replaced by hate and sex replaced by violence.

Casca was still at the Chateau, but he had faded into his deep sleep. He had promised Casca safe respite and would not awaken him to join him when going to war.

Keira was extremely capable of running the Chateau, but knowing her and her bloodline, Peter knew he would have to convince her to stay and to not go to battle with him.

Life in the Chateau would go on as it had. There were presently two new subs at the Chateau, and one of them a boy. Peter crossed his arms and thought of the newboy. The grunt usually taught new girls how to fight, and he took pleasure in seeing their tiny exploding in defense. Grunt supplied girls, yes. He did not supply victims. Should he bother with this boy?

And the female, should he at least interview her? Perhaps her freshness could snap him out of his cheap shit.

He pulled his butt of the chair of his workstation and proceeded alone into his opulent bathroom for a long needed shower and shave ...

 

[argentSS]

No idea how to take this person who is to be my Mistress here. She feeds this one, clothes him and treats him as if he were equal.

The protectors? This boy was struck dumb by the act of her extending her hand to him but then, at the site of the great white ... wolf ... this one's blood ran cold and he was more than speechless. Breathless ... heartbeat-less.

If these be protectors, from whom is there a need for protection? What greater evil ... or danger ... can there be here?

 

[Guest]

A darkness walked the halls of the Chateau...
Not an terribly unusual thing here.
It glided from shadow to shadow without thought or effort..
Also not an unusual thing.
Many of the beings who strode these halls had picked up the unconcious habit in their long lives...
And some brought their own shadows with them.

The girl who had the offshift in the bar stopped dead when the doors opened. the glass she had been polishing forgotten in her hands. She watched him approach, a black coat and broad brimmed hat that were covered in cobwebs and dust, like something stored in an attic for too long.
He slid off the hat and dropped it onto a barstool, turned eyes on her that were somewhere between blue and grey, and opened his mouth. All that came out though was a croak.
A look of intense frustration crossed his face and he pointed to an old bottle on the shelves behind the counter. Then held up two fingers.
While she poured his drink he removed the coat and hung it on the back of the stool. Took the glass from her hand and drained it in one long, slow, series of swallows.
"Thats better."
His voice still sounded like death eating a cracker, but at least it could be understood now.
"Much better... Now... If you would bring me a pot of coffee to my table over there, and tell whoever has the kitchen duty that Ekvitkar is here and he needs meat."
She shook herself out of her daze.
"Yessir, 'Ekvitkar is here and needs meat'. Ummmm Sir?"
"Yes?"
"How should I tell them you would like it?"
"Well, it would probably be less disturbing to anyone who might wander in, if it was already dead when it got here."
He grinned up at her shocked expression.
"It's ok little one... They will know what I want.".
He chuckled.
"I'm just a little before your time is all."

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

The wolves sniffed at Kaori's palm, learning his scent as one to protect. Once they'd all learned it, the pack loped off into the forests, blending away within seconds of hitting the tree line.

"You're truely safe within the Chateau," I explained as I started stretching, telling Kaori to mimic me. "I take the safety and security of this place very seriously and its my primary duty here."

Sitting down on the sidewalk that lead to a dirt path, I began stretching out my legs. "Part of keeping thing safe means keeping myself in top form. Do you think you can keep up with me, Kaori?"

 

[Vixandra]

Kikyo

Kikyo was in the kitchens doing a manual inventory of the Chateau's meat stocks when one of the household servants came dashing into the kitchens, quite shocked over the Chateau's newest reappearance.
Kikyo raised an eyebrow, her AI system giving her a sembalance of life that transcended any prior systems. "Very well, I'll see to his food. Get him some coffee and I'll be in shortly."

The servant left with a hot pot of coffee as Kikyo fired up the indoor grill, the vent above it running full blast. While the grill heated, she pulled out a pair of thick t-bone steaks and coated them with a mixture of fresh ground pepper, garlic and a bit of salt. On to the grill they went, sizzling away as Kikyo tossed together a salad to go with them.

In less then a half hour later, Kikyo walked into the bar, balancing a tray bearing the platter of steaks and salad with dressings and sauces easily. With a flourish she set the tray before him.
"Welcome back, Ekvitkar-sama."

 

[argentSS]

Kaori

Shivering involuntarily as the wolves sniffed him, Kaori fought to keep back the fear that all slaves from Gor had of wolves. Slaves, who were rarely allowed weapons, and then only in defense of Free Women and not for their own self-defense, were favored fare there. The Free rarely tried to control their numbers as their very presence helped stem the flow of slaves to the forests and mountains.

Kaori noticed Keira-sama stretching as if in preparation for exercise, and when She motioned him to do the same, Kaori felt, for the first time in this world, a sense of familiarity and comfort. It was his duty to keep his body fit and attractive for his Mistress, and running and other exercises had become part of his daily routine. In fact, his daily exercises were his one time when his actions were self-directed and he had come to cherish the time he had spent each day, after Mistress's breakfast and after his early morning duties had been attended to.

Stretching carefully so as to loosen up each muscle group, but also as an exercise in showing those muscles to their best effect as his Mistress always wished him to do quietly as he went about his tasks, he wondered if this Keira-sama appreciated the play of his biceps and the cords in his legs as much as his Mistress professed to do.

Watching Keira-sama do her stretches, he noticed that she, too, took pride in the play of her muscles under that tight skin. It was easy to see that this one also took care of her body.

"Keira-sama, it would be boy's pleasure to run with You this morning."

 

[Guest]

He was on his second cup of coffee when she arrived with the steaks, and his voice had almost returned to normal.
"Hello Kikyo. I must say I didn't expect quite so august a waitress."
She set the tray on the table and placed the salad and the first of the large very rare steaks in front of him..
"My pleasure Sir, I was in the kitchen doing inventory, and since the cook and the normal day staff were not present, I was the only one who would be aware of......... Your preferences."
"Well, it certainly looks like your adaptive programming is moving right along... You even shrugged just then.
He grinned.
"And it appears your wardrobe is looking up too."
He held up his left wrist..
"So, watches don't work where I have been, not entirely sure that time does either.... How long have I been gone?"

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I nodded as his acceptance. "Very well, follow me."
I set an easy pace then spead up as I watched him match me. Three miles of forest paths, a few hedge jumps and I lead the way back to the Chateau.

Morning air was crips, the sun cheery as it beamed down upon us. Eventually, I left the path, moving between the trees, flowing from one opening to the next almost. Giving myself to the forest as I ran, darting between trees, around roots and blow branches with the ease of a lycanthrope.


I heard the pack's call as I ran and answered, a hunting cry coming from deep in my throat. Even though I'm a cat and they were wolves, we knew each other as allies and thier voices carried information about thier master's return.

With a grin, I lead the way back to the trails, slowing to let Kaori rest. Most humans could never have kept up with me but he did a good job.
"Nice work," I said as I slowed enough for him to run beside me on the path.

 

[Vixandra]

Kikyo

Kikyo blushed, the skin of her cheeks coloring with it. "Thank you, I'll pass your praise along to Keira-sama when she returns from her morning run. She's out with a kajiru, a male Gor sub we managed to pick up somehow. I named him Kaori."

The wolf master smiled at the AI's almost childish pleasure in being allowed to name someone as Kikyo gave him a general status update.
"Grunt's awake and moving once more, Tink's no where to be seen. Keira had invited a sub gal in but she's seemed to lapse between the phase time threads at the moment so not sure where she is. I've been updating and learning at what Keira-sama calls a 'dramatic rate.' And the wolves are doing well, the alpha female expecting pups in a few months."

 

[argentSS]

Kaori

Following Keira-sama was not a problem, nor was keeping up with her. His legs felt good, and he knew that the stretch was good for him.

Keira-sama's calls to the wolves that he knew were around him was at first disconcerting, but he soon found his consciousness had gone "inside himself" in response to the exercise. Finding a peace there that had eluded him for some time, he was able to put aside his fears and give himself to the experience, no matter how unusual this place, these people, these animals, might be.

As Keira-sama slowed and motioned for him to take a place beside her, the fleeting thought struck him "When will be .. and what will be ... the testing that is sure to come?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The return of the wolf~Lynnette

After what could only be called the longest walk back to the Chateau in history, I finally made it. I caught the scent of new blood and mayhap...old blood?...but decided that I should head up to my room. After all, grunt nor Kiera, had any idea I was here and the Gods only knew what that scent was I had caught on the way in.

After a luxurious bath, I applied my scent (sandalwood/vanilla) and oiled up. Rummaging through my closet took a few moments before I had found something suitable. Black lace bra, thongs, garter belt, and black seamed thigh highs went on first. Then I pulled on a form fitting black lace sheath, over my foundation garments. Five inch black patent heels and my favorite crop. I was ready.

A cheerful grin came and went as I meandered along well remembered halls. Time to see who was new and who had returned.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I lead the way back into the Chateau, feet sure upon paths I'd run a dozen times and a dozen times more.

Upon stepping inside through the doors that lead to the Gardens, I caught a scent that made my pulse race. "Lynette," I whispered, inhaling deeply.

Part of me wanted to run to her, pouncing the breath from her body in my joy over her return. Instead, I told Kaori, "We have more guests here. Mistress Lynette and Master Ekvitkar are in house now. Go get cleaned up and then I expect you to find the cleaning room on the first floor and scrub the front entry way by hand. If I cannot see my reflection in it, you will find yourself being whipped across it as you clean."

With Kaori assigned, (I still don't know what to do with him) I darted up a hidden stairwell to my own rooms. A quick shower and I emerged smelling of vanilla, drying off quickly.
A brush through my thick black hair, a trip through the closets and I was ready. Black boots, skin-tight black leather pants, a deep sapphire corset top, whip on my hip and I was ready to go.

I rarely carried a gun on me these days, having added hidden stockpiles of weapons through out the Chateau. Remodleing had been extensive.

So, now to find me a wolf girl, I mused with a predator's grin.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Lynnette

I had made it almost to the bar when a shiver of expectation raced up my spine. Somewhere, stalking me, was my favorite kitty queen. I stepped inside the bar and sauntered over to a table situated back in a far corner.

I noticed almost immediately a vaguely familiar shape talking to Kikyo. I was sure he hadn't noticed my presence and I was far too excited to worry overmuch about it. Maybe he had forgotten about me.

My eyes tracked the shifting movements of the wait staff, bartender and the rest. I felt almost as if Kiera were standing behind me. A trace of vanilla floated past my nose. She's coming! My mind whirls from the promise of things to come. I know her...it will be heavenly.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

Another secret passage let me into the catwalk above the bar and I saw her, a smile curving my lips. Darting my tongue across them to moisten them, I took a deep breath.

A step to the left and I dropped to the ground beside the table Lynette had sat down at. "Greetings, wolven one, and welcome back."

Blue eyes sparkling, I took her hand in mine and lifted it to my lips, laying a gentle kiss across it. "I've missed you."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Lynnette

Her mouth on my hand send chill bumps across my skin. I can never figure out what it is that makes me react so strongly to her. Is it her scent? Mayhap the way she carries herself..all lithe, lean and strong? I breathe deeply, taking in her scent and that faint undertone of *otherness*. It is alway surprising to me that my wolf and her *cat* get along. In truth we should be fighting constantly. And yet, we never do. I know my eyes are gleaming..mellow gold under the darkened lighting of the bar. Part of me wants to kneel at her feet, placing my nose in the warmth of her mound and just inhale. However, I fight the urge and smile, instead

"My kitty queen."

I stand up and move close to her, waiting for her arms to embrace me as I know she will. She does. It is then that I feel like I have finally made it *home*.

"I have missed you, lady."

My voice is a husky growl, low alto with just a hint of something else. I want to curl up in her and die.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

"I have missed you, lady."

"You know you're the only one who gets away with calling me that," I said with a chuckle. I ran a hand along the side of her face and sighed happily. I took a seat next to her and asked, "What have you been up to these past moons? Remodleing here and a few other things. Some have succeeded, others failed. Life turns evermore and I am greatful the wheel has brought you back here. I've missed that lovely skin of yours and its amazing capacity to change colors."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"You know you're the only one who gets away with calling me that," I said with a chuckle. I ran a hand along the side of her face and sighed happily. I took a seat next to her and asked, "What have you been up to these past moons? Remodleing here and a few other things. Some have succeeded, others failed. Life turns evermore and I am greatful the wheel has brought you back here. I've missed that lovely skin of yours and its amazing capacity to change colors."

I could feel the blush starting at my hairline. She always did that to me.

Well, for some odd reason I got lost between EK's old place and the Chateau. Don't ask me how, I have no idea. I almost thought I was never gonna make it back.

I stop for a moment, a small grin on my face.

"You do realise of course, that my skin has probably lost all ability to change colors. I mean I am browner now!"

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

"Oh, that just means I get to try harder, that's all," I said with a wicked grin. "A challange is never a bad thing."

I couldn't stop myself from kissing her, from pressing my lips to hers and licking along her bottom lip. Pulling back, I breathed against her skin, whispering, "I've missed the touch of you skin against mine. Care to become reaquainted?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"I've missed the touch of you skin against mine. Care to become reaquainted?"

Breath stops, for just a moment. As if she even has to ask. I want her so bad I can practically feel her touch on me, NOW.

"Hmmm, the only questions I have are: where do you want me and when should I be there."

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

"Breath, Lynette," I whisper, pondering on where to drag her off to like some captive so I could ravish her in private.

Locations whirled through my brain before I finally decided. "Come with me, my lovely one, to the Room of Roses and I shall see if we can bring a blush to that skin you claim is beyond blushing these days."

I rose and offered her my hand, wondering if the sadistic needs I'd been feeling had been mirrored in her masochistic ones these past months.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"Come with me, my lovely one, to the Room of Roses and I shall see if we can bring a blush to that skin you claim is beyond blushing these days."

Taking her hand, I got up and followed her from the bar. With each step, I felt myself drifting, downward, into that space which isn't submissive but needy, nonetheless. My eyes took in the curve of her hips, encased as they were in tight leather pants. For some unknown reason, I couldn't make my eyes travel any higher.

Eventually, we stopped at a door, deep within the bowels of the Chateau. The scent of roses wafted outward bringing my mind sharply back to the present. It was time. I knew that my body needed this release, but all of a sudden I was slightly fearful.

Kiera looked back at me and smiled. Her voice, as husky as my own had been earlier, whispered across my flesh.

"Enter, pretty wolf."

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

Sensing her hesitation, I slide behind her, one hand upon her ass, the other tracing up the curve of her shoulder and neck followed by my lips, teeth grazing the skin. "For all this darkness you claim to have gathered, your flesh still tastes the same."

Gently, but firmly, I pushed her into the room, closing the door behind me and setting the lock so we would not be disturbed. Unlike many of the other stone-walled dungeons, the walls of this room were paneled in beautiful rosewood set with brass candlabras. From crimson, violet, yellow and white candles shone a light bright enough to illuminate the entire room in a soft glow.

"Welcome to the Room of Roses," I said formally, guiding her to a lowset table. To the left of the low table, an ornate rack wrought with roses held four floggers specifically commissioned for this room. Each fall ended in a rose, the lengths running from white with the shortest falls to violet with the longest falls.

"Like what you see?"

 

[argentSS]

Whoever "Lynnette" is, it is clear that Keira-sama is deeply affected by her presence. Her breath after the run had returned to normal and yet as she somehow sensed Lynette's presence, it was as again as if she were running full tilt, flushed and breathing quickly.

It was clear that it was this one's time to make himself useful and it was also clear that now his "place" here was becoming more identifiable. No longer treated as a guest (and this had begun to become uncomfortable) but as the slave he knew himself to be.

Running upstairs, he again showered as per Keira-sama's orders and found serviceable, but clean, work clothes in his room. Going downstairs, he looked for, and found, the room with cleaning agents and brushes and the like. Picking up a bucket, ammonia, lye soap, a stiff brush, and five rags, he went to the front entrance and got down to work. Keira-sama's threat of whipping did not overly concern him, because he had been whipped in the past for indiscretions and sometimes, it seemed, just to show that he could always be whipped, or worse, at the whim of his Mistress.

Going to the fire, he filled his bucket with steaming water and dropped in the cake of lye soap. Stirring the water until sufficient soap had dissolved, he retrieved the soap, added the ammonia and got down to work. Humming and scrubbing, his mind wandered to thoughts again of what his Mistress's purpose of sending him here might be.

Strangely, he began to realize that his sense of smell seemed more acute than it had ever been. The ammonia was no longer a sharp scent in his nostils but almost unbearably acrid and painful in the tissues of his nose. Scents from the kitchen were no longer simply "yummy smells" but he seemed to be able to differentiate between the different breads baking and somehow recognize the scent of lamb stew, not just "meat."

Shaking off his reverie, he looked down at his handiwork and approved. The cracks in the tiles, once gray and gritty, now were the original bright white of the day they were laid down. Taking the rags, he dried and polished the tiles and checked ... yes, he could see himself in them.

He picked up his tools and walked outside. Smelling somehow a faint hint of ammonia from another source, he followed his nose to a dung heap behind an outbuilding, and carefully dumped the dirty water onto it. Going to the well, he filled the bucket with fresh, clean water and again dumped the contents on the dung heap and took his implements inside to replace in the cleaning room.

As he entered the house, he was now sure that his sense of smell was more acute. Those odors he had already identified were easily recognizable now, and others were now coming to his recognizance. The smell of different individuals in the house surprised him. An unwashed, unfamiliar person somewhere up above. A man ... or canine ... elsewhere in the house smelling of coffee and meat. A woman .. or canine ... (this was really confusing) or two who smelled of something ... excitement maybe? but definitely musky and ... warm ...

His senses reeled at the collage of scents he had never known existed, and his wonder grew as he realized that his body, too, was responding to the scent of the females somewhere in the building.