The Café Chateau

[Caitlynne]

Moira, opened her door and walked the hall towards the common room. Once there she checked the roster to see the 'dress' for the day, the slave schedule and any special protocols to be observed. She laughed to herself when she saw that the 'dress of the day' was skin and a collar.

"At least I won't have to change," she said quietly to herself.

She took her hand once again and brushed it over the leather of her collar, letting the feel of the leather merge with her fingers as she studied the roster to see who was in charge of who.

She smiled when she saw that the novice Shy had been given to her own teacher, Syr, and wondered when fate and destiny would allow her to speak with Teacher once again.

Moira cleared her head and re-focused her attention on the roster, noting all the dress orders, specific orders and protocols.. paying special attention to the guests and residents who had claimed rights of access. She committed it to memory and then returned to her room to await grunt and his work assignment.

Mahagony floors.... she mused.... they were so beautiful when they were waxed and polished correctly, it would be a pleasure to be the one to restore them to their intended beauty.

Moira quietly re-enterd her room and resumed her 'setteling in', putting things away, arranging and re-arranging so that the esthetics of the room would not only please her, but anyone who came to visit.

Finally satisfied, well for now anyway, she took the time to freshen up and ensure she was presentable for any inspection.. and ready for work.

Then she waited, a skill she was lucky enough to have mastered while still with Teacher. A skill she had needed this past year. A skill she had used to serve her Master. A skill that had pleased him greatly.

 

[da grunt]

New Girl

bowing my head in respect i softly reply...yes sir, i am ready

"Very well. As a newbie I dub you C. Follow me!" And the grunt leads the potential initiate. Through the outskirts of the common chateau and to the girl's wing. Down the hall he strides, to the first unoccupied room. On the hook outside the room is six feet hemp rope coil. Rough to the touch, fit for cattle. He holds the door open for C. "Enter your new room, C. All your needs will be attended to, and you are free to leave whenever you choose. The room is bare now and you will earn luxurys as rewards. These rewards will happen as you describe them. For now, you do not yet rate a training collar. Tonight you receive rough stock rope. Assume the standing position!" ...

 

[Guest]

Homey

*Ekvitkar is back in his room. The conversation with The Grunt had been most illuminating, but mainly it told him there was no need for immediate action. Till then there were things to accomplish.
Currently he was pulling items from his shoulder bag and storing them in their apropriate places.{ As a matter of fact he had been pulling items (some quite large) from the bag for quite some time now.}
The hat, coat, and shoulder holsters were hung on their pegs. The once empty racking was now full of toys. Just the minor things. Apropriate to light diversion. The empty bookshelf space was full now, and his favorite pillow was on the bed pile.
One last thing.
He drew from the bag a long silk wrapped object.
When he unwrapped one end it was revealed as the hilt of a sword.
He drew the blade.
Of moderate length, single edged, it was a re-creation of a classic European hunting sword. The hilt made of a massive piece of crown stag antler.
He stepped back into the center of the room, snapped the blade through a series of tight blurred moulinets, dropped into a lunge and recovered to a hanging guard.*

"Ahhh Good"

* He sheathed the blade and hung it on it's hooks over his bed. He paused for another moment, then shook his head. The thought of seeking company for his bed had crossed his mind, but instead he would return to the library. There was someone looking for him.*

 

[SubChristy]

enter your new room C

as i enter...i look around to find a bare room...you tell me that all of my luxeries are as rewards. i notice you are holding rope...you tell me that i am not worthy of a collar yet...telling me to assume position, i put my hands behind my back and bow my head. my long brown hair falls around my bare neck.....

 

[da grunt]

... my long brown hair falls around my bare neck.....

"Tie your hair into a ponytail!" As C complies the grunt continues, "yes, your room is bare, as is your neck. I have plans and the evening grows old. Your lesson for tonight is patience."

The grunt wraps a triple-loop bowline around C's neck, and pulled her the bed, where he tied the other end to a ring in the wall. "You may untie the knot, and leave anytime you want. Until then, your car and meager possessions will taken care of, as you will."

The rooms bathroom and commode was out of the reach of the rope. There was a bucket next to the bed with a single roll of toilet paper. Grunt goes to the sink and fills a pitcher of water and brings it and a glass to the humble table by the bed. The bed is a bare mattress.

"I'll be back!" he declares. He is gone for a short while a returns with a full length, full sleeved mink coat. "By coming here and giving yourself you have shown incredible bravery. Your first luxury is this coat. Sleep in it tonight, tomorrow, when freed, you may hang it up." He goes to the desk, also out of the rope's reach, and gets the diary, and puts it on the bedside table. "I expect you to keep a diary. I will read it daily. You will be attended to by a Trainer in the morning. Goodnight ..."

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

Moving without sound around the outskirts of the Chateau's land, I finished my nightly checks of the secrurity systems. We'd gone up a notch or two since taking in one of our newest subs because some big bad Senator wanted her. Let him come, could be fun, I mused with a wicked smile, entering the main house.
I freed my thick black hair from the braid that had held it while I was out on patrol. Shaking it, the natural curl let it fluff around my bare shoulders a bit. The black turtle neck I wore was sleeveless tucking into a pair of tight black jeans. A hip holster held a matte black Firestar, silver ammo included. A simple black whip balanced the gun, coiled on my left hip. Black boots with a 1" heel brought me to a total of 5'6", not too impressive till you saw the purpose in my blue eyes. Short yes, dominant, always. Life is pretty good now and days.
Taking a quick look at the roster board in the sub wing I saw a few new names. Miora- someone from similar roots. Interesting.
In the two months since I'd returned to Grunt's stronghold I'd felt almost reborn. No where near the voilence and death I was used to. A nice change.
Slipping my silver cross under my turtle neck I move down the wing, making sure everyone's behaving. Wouldn't do to stumble upon a vamp with cross out- they don't like that much.
Now- where might Grunt be? We need to take out a crew after dawn to clear an area of foliage- blocks my view of the surrounding land- not a safe thing.
Licking my red lips, pale skin seeming to glow, I resume my search, though I'm tempted to play with some of the newbies. No, mustn't play, duty first then fun.

 

[da grunt]

M

... .. and ready for work ...

Grunt finally gets to M's room. He had been waiting, wanting, all day, all year. "Plans have changed! Your labor tonight will not be manual, it will be sexual. Into the torture room, heel." And grunt smacks his left hip and Moira followed in, perfectly as he strode down the hall and through the common area to the stairs leading to the first level dungeon, where were all the pleasure and pain devices. The room was empty and grunt had the pick of devices. Grunt chose the chain spiderweb. He simply snapped his fingers and pointed at the device. Moira went to the device and waited while the grunt when to the equipment chest and selected manacles and a hood. The hood he covered her head with first. Then, guiding her legs and using infinate care, shackles her legs wide apart. Then her arms, feeling her goosebumps as he placed her arm on the cold steel. He went to the otherside of the web and made sure the Moira's breast were free, and not pinched by the chain, proudly seperately by chain, ready to be flogged at his whim.

Time was lost as his fingers explored her skin, wanting to feel every pore, every nerve, every inch of skin. His touch light, he wisped his fingers over her urethra, pinching softly, sliding across her moist slit, fingertips circling her asshole, every inch, exploring, sensing, probing but not penetrating, simple feeling her every sensation.

Moira heard his footsteps retreat to the wall, where lay the tools of the room, crops, floggers, custom creations, a grand selection. What would he select?

 

[Cleopatra]

Cleo wandered into the Library after a stroll through the halls. She stopped short at the exhibition room before marring the mahogany floor more than it already was. As she walked through the hall, she smiled at the people she met, said a few quiet hello's, and continued to the Library.

The man who invited her, Grunt, seemed to be quite a character, but strong in spirit. She let him know exactly where her diary was, along with the key to it, as he would be the only one allowed to read it at his leisure.

Friday.

My thoughts on being here.

Sounds like a book report, she thought sullenly, but she promised so she continued.

The Chateau is a beautiful place. I couldn't have asked for a better retreat. The people I met have been friendly enough, although some of the girls with the collars don't seem to talk a lot - maybe it's just my perspective. I understand they're here, as we all are, for the journey - the experience. How they can find pleasure in submitting all of their spirit is a mystery to me, but it's their choice. Is it done for respect? Love? Security? Maybe upon further discussions I'll find out a bit more.

The Dom/mes here also seem to be fairly friendly. That was a bit of a surprise, considering the Doms I have known in the past. Granted I don't see that side of them that apparently makes more than one of these subs nervous as they pass in the halls. Ah well. Maybe I'll get to see both sides "in action" and understand the power division a little better. When I have a free minute from the Library." she added dutifully. No reason to give anyone a thought that she was slacking.

She closed her diary, locked it, and slid it into the drawer in her desk, marked "Cartography". She looked to the stack of books waiting to be reshelved, and breathed in deeply and appreciatively the smell of old leather.

As she started to arrange the books, she idly wondered if there was going to be a Welcome dinner. Even as her mind wandered, she felt a chill in the air, but it wasn't cold that touched her - more like energy. She snapped out of her reverie to acknowledge the mystical force that seemed to be following her when she was in the Library. It seemed... protective. Of whom, or what, she didn't know, but she was happy enough it was there. To comfort her spirit a bit, she walked the the fireplace and added another log. The fire jumped to the new fuel and she stared at it for a long minute, remembering long, loving, luscious nights in front of another very similar fireplace.

Shaking her head, she returned to the desk, and the books. The past was best left there.

 

[Vixandra]

I found Grunt in the first level dungeon room, a beauty shackled to the web chain. Ah one of my favorite toys- can hold a sub securely while allowing total access. Best of both worlds.
Grunt looked up as I walked in. I ignored the woman on the wall- wouldn't be to polite to play unless invited.
I waited for him to turn to me, careful not to interupt his scene.
After he acknowledged me with a nod of his head I told him about the brush that needed clearing away.
"May I look at your pet, Grunt?" I asked formally. "She's quite lovely."

 

[JupitersGirl]

I race through the corridor as quickly and quietly as I can (and I have learned to be quiet in the past two years). Mortified by the dirty wraith I must resemble in my flight, my room beckons. Upon entering the unlocked chamber, I head straight for the shower. The smell of horse dung permeates every pore of my body, every hair on my head. If there were a way to shower before coming into my room, my living space, I would do so.

Unwinding the braid, I step into the shower, water on hot and full. It blasts my face, washing away the first layer of sweat from my labors. Three shampoos and body scrubs later, finally all of the grime and odor has been removed. Gradually I sink into it....nothing exists for me but the hot water flowing over my body, cleansing me, renewing me.

Fluffy towels await my exit from the shower. Scented body oils help chase away the last of the lingering smell of the stables and soothes skin scrubbed raw. Exiting the bathroom, one towel around my head, one around my body, I survey the scene and calm descends on me. Grunt said he would come to review my clean up and I want to stay awake to greet him properly, but the hard work and the heat of the shower have done their job. I can feel sleep overtaking me as I sink into the upholstered chair in the corner, only to be brought up short by the stinging in my ass as it comes in contact with the cool surface. Immediately, my mind is flooded with scenes from earlier...being picked up as if my weight was nothing....his warm tongue on the soft, grimy skin of my belly....the forceful blow to my rear end already sore from the strain of hard labor on unused muscles. My last thought before sleep...now what was that all about?

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira listened to them from the darkness under the hood. She wasn't really emotionally and mentally prepared for this scene, it was too soon. Her mind kept shouting, "It's too soon! I need time!", but she trusted grunt and perhaps he knew what was best for her after all.

As the two talked, her mind wandered in the darkness, wandered back to her former Master, wandered back to when she was owned by one man. He never hooded her, he insisted on looking at the expression on her face. She had learned to push all the visual stimuli out and to concentrate on the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes. It was his eyes she fell in love with first.

She could feel her eyes begin to water under the hood and she forced herself to refocus on the here and now. Whether it was too soon or not, here she was, and her service demanded that she be here and not somewhere else.

She cleared her mind, let her body feel the chain, let her body feel the hood, she dove into the darkness and lived in her own skin and not in her mind with all those memories of slavery, surrender and love.."Be in your skin" she ordered herself, "be in your skin..... and FEEL!"

She came back, and submitted to the moment.

 

[da grunt]

The Assistant

... "May I look at your pet, Grunt?" I asked formally. "She's quite lovely."

"Hello, Keira, yes, she is quite lovely, even more so without the hood. This is Moira and she is one of the Chateau's most prized students, and one of my favorites. She has been on contract for a year, and her heart is still in pain. She is again M, the student. Use her name only in recognition of exceptional effort.

M, you will see Keira later. Keira is both my security and medical assistant. Pity the poor fool that takes this lioness lightly. Keira fights. She takes no shit nor has any pity. She would be like a daughter to me, if she wasn't so hot, nor I so weak.

Keira, help me, attend to your other duties later, but now, use the soft floggers on M. I will watch. Gently, the tips only. I want to feel her skin after you've inflamed it."

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

"Hello, Keira, yes, she is quite lovely, even more so without the hood. This is Moira and she is one of the Chateau's most prized students, and one of my favorites. She has been on contract for a year, and her heart is still in pain. She is again M, the student. Use her name only in recognition of exceptional effort.
M, you will see Keira later.
Keira, help me, attend to your other duties later, but now, use the soft floggers on M. I will watch. Gently, the tips only. I want to feel her skin after you've inflamed it."

"Thank you," I say, my voice holding the soft lilt that only those close to me get to hear. Tis all that's left from the Irish accent I had as a child and lost after moving to America at age 8. I wonder how she looks without the hood but shrug, knowing I'll find out later.
"As you like." I pick up a flogger from the wall, testing the weight of it in my hand. I put that one down picking up a lighter one- it will sting a bit more but harm less. I walk over to Moira, a smile on my lips. I'd have to be careful with her- such delicate skin, showing her emotions. I saw a bit of fear, curosity, trepidition, and a submissive quality I wanted to bring out further, like spices in fine mead.
I snap the flogger, the sharp noise making her tense. I run a hand down Miora's back, it seemed to sooth her a bit. She relaxed against the chains right before I laid the first lashing against her beautiful butt. The next one followed, a change in the wrist movement angling the fine leather strips of the flogger to strike next to the previous marks. I continued, enraptured with this pretty beauty, her moans and flushing breasts and skin as I brought a nice rosy shine to her buttocks. I ran my left hand over her butt, feeling the warmpth there. She seemed to lean into my hand, her training obvious.
"Aye, pretty one, such lovely skin, more resiliant then I first thought too."
I looked over at Grunt. "She's warm to the touch, Grunt."
I smelled the air. "And rather pleased about it herself if I'm not mistaken."

 

[da grunt]

Re: Keira

[B... "And rather pleased about it herself if I'm not mistaken." [/B]

"Good, Keira, good. Leave me now. Continue on patrol, but don't worry about clearing your fields of fire. The woods around the Chateau are safe with our allies. Do me a favor, please. Check on E. I suspect she sleeps, don't wake her, but inspect her. She must be spotless in order to be rewarded. If she is awake tell her you are performing the inspection for me. Tell me about it, afterward."

Grunt turns his attention back to Moira, her back and ass red and enflamed. His hands flat he senses the reddened skin, smells the scents of both fear and pleasure. His hands become harder as he transits from touch and feel to massage, therauputic massage, working Moira's muscles, from ankles to wrists, feeling the relaxed moans, all tension from the flogging gone, not forgotten, the pain gone, but the pleasure remembered. He goes to the front of the web, removes the hood looks deeply into Moira's eyes. There had been tears, tears which she had borne without whimper. He gently caressed and kissed her face, not in lust, but in tenderness, his lips tasting the salt left from her tears. He then unshackled Moira. "Go lie upon the massage table, on your back, I need to feel you more." ...

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira followed his instructions and walked to the massage table, climbing up on it as he ordered, her hands up over her head and crossed at the wrist, her back arched still, due to the flogging and the excitement of the sensation, and her legs laying along the outer edge of the table, one on each side..

She needed that flogging, she probably needed a longer one, but that had been sufficient. She had been able to externalize the inner emotional pain and conflict into the external physical pain. It always worked; it always worked best by flogging. Each stroke brought her closer to release, each stroke brought her body into sync with her emotions and her mind. And as her body, mind and spirit became one, she glimpsed her idea of heaven.

The table was hard on her ass and her skin was still warm. The blood flow to the region had done its job, and she hoped the sensation would carry her through the evening until morning.

She closed her eyes and let her mind drift into her body, follow the flow of blood inside of her to the source of pleasure ... She took a deep breath, exhaled and let go.

 

[da grunt]

... She closed her eyes and let her mind drift into her body, follow the flow of blood inside of her to the source of pleasure ... She took a deep breath, exhaled and let go.

The basic breathe, inhale through the nose, hold, exhale through the mouth. Grunt watched as Moira composed herself. Speech was not what the grunt wanted, he wanted feel. He started on her feet, using both hands to deeply probe her feet, working the muscles with both thumbs and fingers, feeling the tender bones and sinew that made her precious feet. Continuing to her ankles and foreleg of her calves. Using both hands together when working an area, always pushing the blood toward the heart, forcing stagnant cul-de-sacs of capillaries to empy their ebb into the flow of the blood toward the heart, always toward the heart. Her knees he probed with his fingertips, marveling at the pristine nature of the cartledge surrounding the joint of her knee, and to her thighs, working the muscles pushing, both hands squeezing, leaving no vein stalled. Working upward, toward the heart, and at last, his thumbs and forefingers began to stroke her upper thigh, and buttocks, grabbing and squeezing the mounds of her glut's, to deeply pushing, past her hips and towards her heart, always toward the heart. Her urethra quivered and the hood of her clitoris ached, and the occasional stroke of his thumb or forefinger would be like an electric charge, but still he avoided her pussy, as he absorded the feeling of her stomach and navel, and breasts. Her gorgeous breasts available, her nipples erect with desire. He massaged to her breasts and continued and while experiencing joy of rough handling her lushish globes, his knowing hands checked for abnormalities. Moving around the table the grunt went to her hands and as with the feet, felt the delicate mechanism of her hands, and wrists, and forearm, and shoulders, towards the heart, always toward the heart. Now her face, gently, with his fingertips, and a kiss. A long, lingering kiss. The kiss to a missed lover.

Breaking the kiss, the grunt moves to her middle and begins to massage, the most intimate massage, of her pussy lips, of her caped clit, using thumb and forefinger, occasionally lingering his finger along the pink slit which craved attention, which craved entry.

"Enough for now!" He said with a slap to her hip, "You are not to masturbate until given permission. Now run to your room, sleep! Go, run along." ...

 

[SubChristy]

you may untie the knot and leave anytime you want

eventhough the thought never crossed my mind...it gives me comfort. "thank you" i say as you hand me the mink coat. i seem to watch your every move as you hand me my diary...
day one: i have finally arrived at the chateau. thank god i have patience on my side...as that is my lesson for the night

too tired to write anymore i fall asleep. a nice dreamless sleep

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira couldn’t figure out if she was too relaxed to make the walk to her room or too excited to sleep, but decided that this wasn’t the time to figure it out. Grunt was through with her for now and his mind was already on something else, so she quickly complied with his order and jumped off the table.

She walked out of the dungeon, making sure each step was exactly as she had been trained; not too fast and not to too slow. Each step and the pace carefully studied by Teacher and taught to Moira long ago, so that the motion of Moira’s body was as pleasing as possible to the eye of any who wished to watch.

It was all about the esthetics of movement; it was part of the dance between Master and slave. Just as certain poses were pleasing to the eye, so was movement, and each body moved to its own inner music. Part of training was to find that balance between form and movement for each slave.

She walked through the outer doors of the dungeons, up the stairs and made the turn to go to her room. It was several minutes before she realized she was lost and even then she didn’t want to admit it to herself. There were areas in the chateau that she didn’t want to accidentally find herself in, especially dressed in only skin and a collar.

She stopped and looked around; listening for any sound that might give her a clue as to where she was. Finally she could hear voices back in the direction she had just come form. She made an about face and walked towards the voices, finally seeing a staircase and taking the stairs up, she found herself in familiar spaces.

~sigh~ “Thank the goddess,” she said under her breath. She was near the kitchen and the library; she knew where she was now.

Some tea, she thought, some tea would be nice, and put her right to sleep even with all the stimulation she’d received from the flogging and the massage. Yes, some tea would be perfect.

Moira entered the kitchen and found it empty, which did not surprise her at all. Put on the tea kettle and found a cup and tea bag in the cabinets. Soon enough the tea kettle was whistling and she brewed her tea, taking a sip as she turned off the light and left the kitchen.

Holding the cup in her hand as she had been taught, she walked past the library, down the hallway and over to the slave wing. It had been a long day, she was tempted to drop by and see Teacher, but decided that she’d best get some sleep. There would be time enough to catch up, right now she needed to rest.

 

[Vixandra]

Re: Re: Keira

"Good, Keira, good. Leave me now. Continue on patrol, but don't worry about clearing your fields of fire. The woods around the Chateau are safe with our allies. Do me a favor, please. Check on E. I suspect she sleeps, don't wake her, but inspect her. She must be spotless in order to be rewarded. If she is awake tell her you are performing the inspection for me. Tell me about it, afterward."

"I'm on it, thanks for letting me flog her- she needed it as did I." I give him a small salute before heading upstairs again. A quick check on the hallway roster to double check which room was E's and I head off.
The door is unlocked and silent as I push it open, entering the room, the soft carpet muffling my boots. E lays upon the bed, hair still damp from her shower. The room smells clean and sweet as does she.
She doesn't stir as I lift her unbound hair to check her collar. Ah- the chrome, clean and shining against her skin. Poor thing is out cold. I pull a coverlet over her body, guarding her against the slight chill in the air. She sighed, snuggling into her pillow.
Pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear, I look at her face, there's a bit of worry there even in her sleep. I frown- it angers me to see one of our charges here at the Chatau worrying over something in thier sleep- it hints of darker and more frieghtening things. She must be the one that Senator's after, I mused, standing once more.
An absolution will be needed, I decided. She will be afraid until he is gone from her life completely.
I exit the room, closing the door behind me silently.
Now to find Grunt again, report in and then go talk to the night cook- steak sound real nice right now... medium rare, side of frys. I lick my lips in anticipation and head out to find Grunt, stomach grumbling at me a bit.

 

[Netzach]

a soft chuckle from my chest, as she speaks...

"Goodness me.

An honest mistake, certainly. Willful ignorance and ignorance are different things, are they not?

Here is your first lesson.

You are not here to serve me.

Or the Grunt.

Or anyone else who comes here for the use of slaves.

You are here, thus far to see to us ALL.

Being different creatures, as different as I am from you, we have different manners, styles, flavors. You will readily understand this.

I am proud of your obedience and your slight bit of fear. It is good to be a bit on edge, ever ready.

Now what is the antidote, the solution, to ignorance, my dear....if not enlightenment?"

And here I step closer to her. Lovely, timid, Shy indeed....I take her hand and touch it to my cheek, rounded and devoid of stubble, run it over the silky but short locks that kiss the cheekbones....trail it over a small, hidden breast, in the folds of my short trench....run it seductively, yet firmly to the juncture of my thighs....

She lets out a small gasp at her encounter with my erection. I lean in with a chuckle and speak in her ear, my perfume just kissing her senses:

"It's 100 percent fake, strapped on, silicone. That doesn't make it any less real to me, or perhaps, should you be very lucky...to you....

yes, you'll learn what everyone likes, and you'll learn to learn what a person likes....I'm a woman, but I never really became accustomed to being miss or ma'am."

I press her hand tighter in, though she looks tentative, I cause it to rub over the coinroll at my crotch....there's tension more than arousal on her part, and this is what arouses me...

then I lift her hand to my lips, plant a gallant kiss on the inside of the wrist...leave quick, leave the seed planted in the mind...*

"Good night, girl. Sweet dreams, lessons begin early tomorrow."

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Quietly glides thru the front door, and nods to da grunt and EKVITKAR for the gracious invite.

Climbs the stairs, and waves to the rest of the denizens.

Enters an unoccupied room, hangs the "Do Not Disturb" sign, then bars and locks the door.

 

[le_kinklet]

..... After a long night on the "Hogwarts Express",, lilith alights from the old steam train,, gathering her bits and peices then heads for the Chateau as per Da Grunts directions tired and totally warn out... she had packed the absolute minimum but that still seemed to be a lot and very heavy... hmmm... well it did not matter now... she would soon be at the Chateau.. Pausing on arrival to take a deep breath and smell the floral aroma a girl looks around at the meandering gardens and hidden court yards.. one could hear horses playing some where in the distance.... hmmm.. what a lovely place she thought as she walked up to the Chateau entrance... lilith stood before the great doors and knocked...

 

[Guest]

The Doorman

..... After a long night on the "Hogwarts Express",, lilith alights from the old steam train,, gathering her bits and peices then heads for the Chateau as per Da Grunts directions tired and totally warn out... she had packed the absolute minimum but that still seemed to be a lot and very heavy... hmmm... well it did not matter now... she would soon be at the Chateau.. Pausing on arrival to take a deep breath and smell the floral aroma a girl looks around at the meandering gardens and hidden court yards.. one could hear horses playing some where in the distance.... hmmm.. what a lovely place she thought as she walked up to the Chateau entrance... lilith stood before the great doors and knocked...

The large oak door swings open with almost no sound. Standing in the doorway is a large man. Incongruous only in that it appears that someone has placed a traditional British butlers suit, on what appears to be a six foot five bodybuilder.
He looks at what appears to be a scroll and in a very deep melodic voice says.
"Ahh you would be Lillith. You have been expected, but the master of the house has been called away for a bit. Please follow me....."
He pulls an old fashioned bellrope .
"Reginald will take your bag."
Unnoticed, a smaller (much smaller) fellow, also dressed in impeccable domestic attire, has appeared at her elbow.
He gathers her bag up and waits patiently.
"Please follow me"
He leads her to what apppears to be a recieving room. The walls are hung with paintings. There are comfortable chairs and end tables. Music is playing over concealed speaker - A Nocturn By Chopin.- And a small striped cat is sleeping on one of the ottomans.
"Please wait here - Gertrude will attend you directly, to see to any needs you might have. And no doubt the Master will be with you as soon as possible."
"And I will have to inform Master Ekvitkar that his cat has arrived."
With that he turns, and drawing the door silently shut behind him, disapears into the Chateau.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Accepting an invitation

It seems to me that this night has been slow and long to end as i walk up through the thick stand of trees which bars the chateau from sight. After receiving an invitation to visit EKVITKAR and with an urge to finally just STOP running, i have decided to take Him up on His offer.

The sky is clear with just a hint of cloud as i come out onto a pathway leading up to the gorgeously appointed house. I need to regroup, to settle myself before commiting my body and will to whatever i find inside

Dropping to a lotus position, underneath a tree, I close my eyes and begin meditative breathing. I can feel my heart pounding, my head finding new ways to cause me distress. The meditation helps, eventually. I open my light brown eyes and rise, coming to a door and tap lightly upon it.

I wait, patiently, for someone to answer.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I peek my head into the Receiving room- I'd heard the knocking.
"Hey, is Grunt in here?" The woman looked at me, clearly startled. "What? You'll have to do better then that in the future, little one. Answer me clearly, either 'yes, Keira,' or 'no, Keira.'"
She answered no.
I smile at her. "Thank you, newbie. You wait in here, I'm sure Grunt or... who's the new chick... Gertrude, will be in here with you in a few. Behave yourself!"
I leave her staring after me. Another pretty- Grunt's been busy lately, I must say.
I stand in the main hall, sighing. This wasn't worth activating the search and find function on the house's AI computer system. Shouldn't stress Kikyo too much right now, I mused. Kikyo was the AI's name- it had picked it of course. The AI was busy locating this "Senator" and downloading a mass of files, some of them rather large, for one of our Doms or Dommes. Whatever makes them happy, I muse, giving up on my search.
I head for the kitchen- its empty. Opening the fridge and cabinets I take out things to make my steak, tossing a bag of frozen french frys on the counter and firing up the indoor grill.
Wonder if anyone else is hungry?