The Café Chateau

[da grunt]

Yes, thought the grunt, Moira needs hard work, to forget her past, the latest chapter, especially.

It was not long ago, his lust with Elena. This girl, too, needed some graduate study duties. Her basic aura of submission was near perfect. While she was naturally stunning, she needed to meld her near perfection with social grace. Have her learn by teaching, easy. Place her in charge of the new girls. Have her teach the newbies the basics of submission, and how to conduct themselves with grace, demurely, humble, yet glorious. Yes, she would be the 'big sister' and will learn other things, too. Responsibility! I need to visit that girl, soon!

 

[SubChristy]

first day

i wake up with a start as my visitor takes the coat from me.


.

"I don't have all morning. Your movements are to be crisp, clean and quick from hereon in, or you will lose this coat and you are sure to sleep lighter in the cold."

i surely didnt want that to happen..i look at the bag she had on the floor at my feet. i smelled the egg inside. i was tring really hard to be obediant

Don't make me take your food from you, Christy. Welcome to high protocol at the Chateau. You have a full hour to eat and get ready. I suggest you make some notes for yourself.

after Syr left i sat down and and started to eat, and get ready for the day. *maybe if i have patients and obey i will be awarded* im thinking to myself.

 

[shysexkitten]

I listen to Syr's orders understanding them fully. I run out of my room to take on my tasks, first i need to help mistress kiera I am told she has been dealing with a difficult situation this morning.
"Mistress Kiera I am here to assist you in anything that you may need. Master Mira has sent me. Can i be of service?"

 

[niteshade]

As I wander through the hallways after the little cat, I realize that I am still holding the envelope that contained my summons. I notice that it feels heavier than it should, and open again to find a plain silver medallion with strange symbols etched on it, and a small note saying "WEAR ME."

Feeling just a bit like Alice through the looking glass, I slip the silver chain over my head and continue to follow Bercha, eventually stopping beside her at a slightly open door.

"Is this my room?" I ask her, and receive an affirmative chirp in response.

Inside, I find impossibility... a huge window, showing the forest outside, complete with the blinding pinks and oranges of twilight.

I look back at Bercha. "I thought we were several stories underground?" She just looks at me, and I realize that in this area, anything is possible. Besides, most people would consider it impossible to pop a bed into existence.

Next to the window is a door, and I open it to find that I am standing on a carpet of cool green grass, right at the edge of the forest. With a content smile I close the door, feeling much better about being underground.

After arranging my things to my satisfaction, I curl up in the papasan chair and invite the kitten up to be stroked, wondering when I might see my enigmatic host.

 

[Guest]

Problem resolution

*The breakfast had been wonderful.
Ekvitkar set his napkin beside his plate. And sipped his coffee, he felt like he had put away an entire side of beef by himself.
The results of the nights activities. And he had enjoyed watching his Dear One. Her appetite almost as good as his own.*

"Hmmm"

"Yes Sir"

*He crooked his eyebrow at her. She stopped for a moment and raised a hand, a gesture of loss. It was throwing her slightly*

"It's alright Dear, relax. I just don't feel like we need the public gesture. And Sir is something I have always found distancing, I reserve it for subs I have never been "intimate" with. And last night we were as intimate as it is inhumanly possible to be."

*He sipped his coffee again. Noticed the look of relief on her face.*

"However, there is that attention thing to deal with, isn't there?"

*Her eyes got wide and a touch panicked. He set down his cup and rose from the table. Walked around and held her chair for her.*

"Shall we go? No Dear One, you lead. Lets see how much you remember."

*They walked down the hall together, with her slightly in the lead. They made it around the correct corners. And she stopped at the correct painting, touched it correctly, it swung open. as they stepped into the elevator he smiled at her.*

"See, you really were paying attention better than you thought."

*The elevator dropped steadily, and just as it reached the bottom floor and the door started to open. He let the door open for about a foot then hit the door close command quickly.*

BLAM!!!

*Something huge had hit the outside of the doors - Hard. Pet was now pinned against the back of the elevator her hands against the walls, staring at the door. Even Ekvitkar had jumped a bit, he hadn't expected anything quite so violent.*

"Ok Dear, what did you forget?"

"Noth ...Nothing I don't think I..."

*Then she saw him tapping the area of his throat, about where a pendant would hang.*

"PUT IT ON.."

*There was no mistaking a note of command in his voice now*

"Many of the things I will tell you about this place are quite literally, Life and death matters. Don't drift again."

*With her amulet in place he let the doors open. and what should greet then, other than Bercha, sitting and licking a forepaw.*
He smiled at the little cat, reached down and scratched behind her ears.*

"She wouldn't have hurt you, well not seriously at least, She knows you are mine."

*This gets him a look of patent disbelief*

"But ........."

*He grins*

"Oh, lets just say that Bercha is like a lot of other things around here. She's not as harmless as she looks."
"So, lets finish it eh?"
"Come with me"

*He steps into a room and she follows, not knowing what to expect anymore. What she sees is a Dungeon style playroom.
He leads her to a place where there are two paralel bars slightly offset. He pushes her waist against one and places her hands on the higher. This leaves her in a bent at the waist position. He toes her feet apart to shoulder width.*

"So Dear One, are we going to pay attention from now on?"

"Yes Sir!!"

"I guarantee it Dear."

 

[le_kinklet]

The Bar Room

The bar room is a half moon shape with the bar situated in the centre of the flat wall so lilith could see eveything that was going on,, the tables were slabs cut from tree trunks with a french polish finish showing each and every growth ring. The chairs were carved from one peice with leather padding in a deep red colour and gold upholstry tacks. Each table also had a shelving underneath with 4 small floor cushions for the subs if their Masters please. The room was dimly lit giving off a relaxed and social ambiance. lilith noticed the paintings around the walls depicted scenes of play parties, subs being whipped, on racks, hung in chains and some showing loving scenes between sub and Dom\mes. The entrance was directly opposite the bar on the otherside of the room, a red and black embroided carpet led the denizens straight to the bar, the rest of the floor was polished slate. Around the outside edges of the room were evenly placed pockets with a bench seat encircling a small drinks table and a deep red velvet curtain tucked to one side to allow for privacy if so needed. A girl hopes Da Grunt will be pleased.

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira finishes off her early morning routine, then goes to clean up in her room. Seeing to her room and then her body, she finally applies her make-up. Not too much, but enough mascara to let the colored lashes outline her green eyes and make them stand out. After finishing her preparations, she takes her journal out and makes an entry.....

It's quiet in the early morning and I find it suits me, it was liberating to have the run of the place before anyone was up to notice. I pushed myself as hard as I could. Pushed and pushed, but still I could not seem to find my balance--my focus.

Even time at the barre did not help and I thought if I found a physical balance, it would help emotionally, but it didn't.

Even the flogging last night did not help me come into the 'here and now' as much as I'd have liked, and I so wanted to please grunt and his unknown assistant with my reactions. But I found my own desire to please lacking, and I wonder if I will ever feel that inspiration 'to serve' again. To offer up my true reactions, give them over as willingly as I kneel.

Oh I know I can be mutable to changes, I can allow much to occur to my body without necessarily 'being there', but the joy is not in just the body sensations...... The joy is in.......

~sigh~ I need the inspiration, I need to experience my own passion...... my own reason for being...... Oh, if someone only understood, that wave of emotion, the wave of passion that can fill and surround the body, mind and soul ... that is inspiration! I cannot settle for less, I cannot give less than this and truly be serving.

I need to find that inspiration ........ ~sigh~

I might be pushing too hard, perhaps I need to just let it be and to let time work for me instead of against me.

more later

~ M

Closing her journal and leaving it in plain view on her desk, Moira gets up, making one last inspection of her body in the mirror, then applying a bit of baby powder to make sure the leather stays as dry as possible between her skin and her collar.

Satisfied that she is presentable in her nakedness to the Chateau, she quietly leaves her room and walks to the duty station to make sure she has not been given any other specific assignment for the rest of the morning and afternoon. Seeing no new additions, she proceeds to the Tea Room, where she is assigned to serve for morning Tea.

 

[da grunt]

Tea Room

... she proceeds to the Tea Room, where she is assigned to serve for morning Tea.

Grunt enters the Tea Room, for coffee, ostensibly, but actually to visit with Moira. He finds her at her duties, looking beautiful, as always, but regal, additionally. Such excellent bearing and grace. God, I don't want to hurt her, especially like this, but it must be done.

"Good morning, M, how are you today?" To which she replies with a humble 'Sir, good, thank you Sir, and you. Sir'. "I've been better, I've been worse. I've made a decision regarding you: your ability to serve is lacking. Its easy to see you're missing motivation and even desire. Because of this you're being demoted. You are no longer courtesan quality because of this. Because I think you still have some minor potential I am not going to dismiss you. You are now to work for Cook. I have instructed him to work you endlessly, and teach you as much culinary skill as he can. Cook may beat you, or may otherwise use you in order to gratify himself, but you are allowed no penetration, nor are you allowed to taste cock. If I catch you masturbating I will, personally, beat you with my razorstrope until you blister. Do you understand?" ...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Pet's Punishment

Walking back to His rooms required all the concentration i had left to give. My mind wandered aimlessly. I knew I deserved some sort of punishment for not paying better attention. The problem was that I had not received punishment in ages and really had no desire to submit that way. For me, pain is like a drug..the more I get , the more I want. He knows this about me. We have talked extensively about my little quirks, but it does not mean that I relish pain from someone I have disappointed. Not only that, even if He is Dominant to me, it does not mean I want to be shown the error of my ways by HIM. But what am I to do? I came here to change my mindset. Running away was only an excuse to get here.

My senses were still in overload by the time He told me to place my protection chain around my neck. I had utterly forgotten it. My face was as red as the little cover-up he had given me before we went to breakfast. He had warned me, after all. I knew better than anyone the amount of care and concern one puts into the making of protective sigils.

Once I noticed the playroom, I knew it was too late to protest. I had put myself into His care. What else was there but this, in the end?

The punishment once started was both worse and better than I had feared. He lashed me with quick, stinging strokes, hitting my buttocks and upper thighs. He handled the lash expertly, and His voice was calm and collected as He made me repeat all that He had said to me earlier that morning...between strokes.

Part of me rebelled against this. I did NOT want to feel this sweet sensation. I had blocked this part up and Dammit I did not want this. No matter, He gave it and I took it, whimpering deep in my throat.

When He was content that I had really memorized all of our discourse, the beating stopped. My cunt throbbed unbearably from the few lashes that had landed there. I could hear Him, scenting the air...quick sniffs. I knew He noticed the scent of me...the fact that the lash had not only hurt me, but turned me on as well.

He stepped back, sweat slightly dampening his forehead and wisps of hair at his temples.

"Now then, Precious pet, we are going to hunt for Your luggage and get you a room set up. After I have gotten you placed securely, you will bathe and dress. We will figure out how best to get you inolved around here when I come back for you. Is that understood?" His words were spoken crisply and I nodded. After all, this is what i thought I wanted. It was not his fault, if now, I was not so sure.

 

[Caitlynne]

Grunt's words hit Moira like a lightening bolt; dismissed, the word hung in the air like a knife threatening to cut out her heart. But she managed to compose herself and replied.

"Sir, as you wish, Sir."

Moira bowed and left the Tea Room, heading for the kitchen to assume her new duties. Half way down the corridor she broke out in tears, somehow in the last 24 hours she had managed to be dismissed by her Master and was on the brink of dismissal here at the Chateau. The tears flowed and her body heaved with the thought of how she had failed.

Someone stopped to ask her what was wrong, but she couldn't face them, and she bolted down the corridor, past the offices, past the dining room, past them all. Her fear exploding in her breast as each tear fell.

Down the stairs and almost to the kitchen, she slowed her pace and stopped to compose herself. By the time she entered the kitchen, she knew her eye makeup was ruined, her eyes puffy and her body in a sweat from the fear alone. She was not the least bit pleasing to the eye, not even Cook's eye.

"Cook, here I am, your new slave," she said choking on her own words.

It wasn't that she didn't want to work in the kitchen, why she had just been here, setting up the stations for other workers, but she hadn't felt a failure then, she had only felt the feeling of serving... but now, she was afraid, now she would act because she feared, not because she had the desire to serve...

Instead of being able to set aside her own desires, she had been pushed into her own fears, making her unable to see anything clearly, let alone her path back to her own passion to serve others; to place others above herself.

Cook looked at Moira and said, "Yes, I see, here you are. Run and change into your whites and there are surely shoes there that will fit, I won't have a naked girl in here getting herself burned or worse... now run along and please wash your face.. I understand, but we've work to do."

Cook looked away for a minute then turned around and said, "You'll do fine, I know you will. You trust me don't you, then you can trust me when I tell you that you will do fine and I know I will be pleased with you. Now run along, and hurry, I need the tea trays set up and ready to go for the morning tea."

Moira looked at Cook as if in a daze, then turned to go and change. It was all she could think to do.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

We searched all over for my luggage before He decided that, maybe, we should check the receiving room. And, as luck would have it, there it was...in the exact same spot I had dropped it in when that adorable kitten had taken me to meet Him.

He shook his head, almost as if he were chiding himself and told me to get my luggage.

"I prefer that you are close to me, but I do not want to interrupt the flow of this place. After all, little one, I did not ask you here so that you may never know anyone but me." This was said in a soft voice accompanied by a sweet smile.

I had to smile back, his grin was too self-effacing not to. In my heart, I felt that special *click* that let me know I was deeply into Him. But it did not matter. I would work that out myself later.

I followed Him, as he led me to a room located near His area. The room itself was almost bare with only a small bed and dresser. The bathroom was spartan as well. Not that it mattered much to me. I don't like a lot of clutter. The few things I wanted were easily gotten once I found out HOW.

Placing my luggage near the bed, I turned to face Him. His eyes spoke volumes when He handed me a small leather bound book.

"This journal is for you. I expect you to write about how you feel, what you most want, things that matter to you...on a daily basis. After you are finished each evening, you will leave it open for my pleasure. I may or may not read it daily, but I expect it to be open whenever you have finished with it for the day. All right?"

He gazed at me as I answered His question. What else could I say but 'yes'?

With a soft kiss on the forehead, he left me.

 

[da grunt]

Grunt goes to the bar

Following his cruelty to Moira the grunt felt like cold shit. Those who saw him in the hall could tell, his aura of 'don't fuck with me' permiating the atmoshere. He sees the bar, looking in very good order, and lilith continuing to stay busy around. "Mescal, Ajo, glass and leave the bottle. Stay and talk to me." Grunt places his order. ...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Day one of the rest of my life.

Tis very hard, this journaling my feelings etc. I do not understand myself very much and writing things down only leaves me more confused than usual a good portion of the time.

My first official morning has been filled with pleasure and pain, conversation and silence. In the back of my mind, i feel as if i am waiting for the other shoe to drop. Has she wondered where i disappeared to? A better question would be...Does she even care?

It is hard, this taking time to think about things and putting them down on paper. Part of the reason i had jumped at this invitation was so that i would not HAVE to think.

Do you know that until just this moment, i had not realized just how much i had missed my writing? I miss my stories, my poetry..my expressions of myself. Thanks to her, i have not felt like putting pen to paper for ages.

I stop writing momentarily, closing my eyes and reflecting on the peace that pervades my being. It is quite good to feel so centered and calm. Picking up my pen, I begin anew.

This is to be a place where i can write down my feelings, He says. Well, right now, i am confused and a trifle upset with myself. Even though i had put myself into His loving care..i am still unsure on how i should proceed. It is always more difficult for me when i am in new situation. What will happen to me here? Who will move the stone i have built around my inner most heart? Do i even want it moved? Unaswerable questions and answers seem to float further away.

Ah well, i will learn. I have no choice in that. And part of me is glad.

Leaving my journal open and lying on my dresser, i head to the bathroom for a quick shower.

 

[JupitersGirl]

As I rise to yawn and stretch in the early morning, last night comes flooding back to me. The smile that begins to curve my lips retreats as I remember the grunt's final words to me. I am to be punished for neglecting to clean him. Forget the fact that he almost manhandled me against his body and told me to go to sleep. Ahhh......men!

Agitation wakes me much faster than the dawn did and much less pleasantly, but rather than sulk, I take a long, hot shower, trying to forget everything but the flow of the water over my skin. Drying and oiling my body are accomplished by rote and after drying my hair and applying my make up, my agitation has still not settled.

I need to get out of here....

Leaving my little cell, I head out to explore. Doors line each side of the cold corridor....more cells....some doors open, some closed. A few occupants look up and smile as I walk by, but no one looks familiar and no one speaks.

Soon, my feet reach thick carpeting. Peeking in the first door on the right, I see "Her" library. I will be spending many hours here, I'm sure. The next door is closed, so I bypass it; however, the door across the hall is open and looks like a small cafe and I am soooo hungry! Hmmmm...this wasn't here before. As I turn the corner, I'm brought up short......THE GRUNT!!! Not yet.....please not yet!! I quickly back out of the door, my bare feet making no sound on the thick carpet.....

 

[da grunt]

Roaring

... I quickly back out of the door, my bare feet making no sound on the thick carpet ...

"Too late, E, I saw you in the mirror. Come here! Sit at my feet!"

 

[Guest]

The Bar

*Ekvitkar made his way into the bar - he generally made it a point not to drink much. But today looked like it was going to be an exception. *

"Hmmm"

*Well the place certainly looked better than it had. Leave it to Grunt to find a pearl amongst it all. He wandered toward the bar and took a stool about two down from Grunt.*

"Hello Dear...."

*He surveyed the bottles behind the bar.*

"Scotch, single malt, hmmm too early in the day for the Talisker. Let me have two fingers of the Highland Park. No ice, no water."

*He turned on the stool and raised his glass to Grunt, then turned back and sipped. It was pretty obvious that the man had something serious on his mind. He would talk if he wanted.
But till then.... There was a glass box on the bar with what appeared to be really good cigars. He needed a smoke, and had left his pipe down in the room. And he needed to think himself. Another quick salute to Grunt, who now had a really stunning woman sitting at his feet.
He snagged a cigar. Snipped the end with the cutter in the case. He began to fish out his old Zippo but was forstalled by the bartender, who produced and lit a candle, holding it out to him. *

"Thank you pretty. You do all the work?"

*His nod included the entire bar.*

"Yes Sir."

"Nice job. Nice outfit too. Where can I sit so the smoke won't bother anyone else?."

*She pointed over to a table next to what appeared to be a ventilator grill. He nodded again, picked his scotch back up and headed that way.*

 

[JupitersGirl]

Re: Roaring

"Too late, E, I saw you in the mirror. Come here! Sit at my feet!"

Out the door and away...or so I thought! Caught! Of all the places in the chateau, I had to try THIS door!

Raising my chin, I straighten my shoulders and reenter the cafe...no, a bar I see....and drop gracefully at the grunt's feet. Casting my eyes downward, I answer "Yes, Sir."

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: Roaring

... Casting my eyes downward, I answer "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. Why were you afraid? Nevermind, we'll talk about it later." He pets her hair as he stares at his shot of mescal, untouched. The cork back in the bottle. The grunt raises the long, straight shot glass and toasts Vitkar, barely touching the glass to his lips. "And how are you today, my friend? Tell me about this delightful creature you brought with you."

 

[Netzach]

An entry:

I've installed mirrors in Shy's room. Based on her first journal entry...in which she notes the absence of a mirror, as well as the fact that she would deprive herself of all comforts and forget herself altogether. Egolessness comes later, first we get to see ourselves. first we stop the endless running away and face the music, and I am certain this will ensue. It will be most telling to see her reaction.

Elena, Moira, they are quite the opposite, they are accustomed to comfort, and for better or for worse a strong and developed sense of self comes into play....

play.

Play.

I don't want to be doing this. Something's off, something not right. I don't know what it is sitting ill with me. Perhaps its me, perhaps I've got a head too full of too much stuff.

I put down the pen, pull my bathrobe tighter around me, tie the sash tight, and pad barefoot down the halls of my home, in search of Moira, in search of M.

 

[le_kinklet]

Re: Grunt goes to the bar

Following his cruelty to Moira the grunt felt like cold shit. Those who saw him in the hall could tell, his aura of 'don't fuck with me' permiating the atmoshere. He sees the bar, looking in very good order, and lilith continuing to stay busy around. "Mescal, Ajo, glass and leave the bottle. Stay and talk to me." Grunt places his order. ...

sure Sir,,a rough morning Sir?... lilith enquires as she pours a glass with ice and places the bottle on the bar for Da Grunt... smiling as she goes...lilith moves out from behind the bar to the pole dancing square among the tables and begins to sweep them up so they are ready for the girls tonight,,, as she worked she asked Da Grunt.." Sir may lilith have some girls to train to occupy the two poles of an evening Sir?... just for some entertainment for the denizens, if Sir desires that is..? not getting much of a response from Sir lilith goes on to explain, if one had 6 girls Sir , she could have 2 dancing and 4 on the floor looking after tables so lilith can then be at the bar,, a girl would be most grateful Sir.....While Da Grunt had been watching and listening he had still said nothing... lilith walked back behind the bar and started to put the last of the glasses on the shelf..... lilith continued quietly waiting for Sir to answer...

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira made her change quickly and then washed her face, taking the tear stained makeup off and leaving only her red and puffy eyes. She sniffled a few times then proceeded to take her hair and put the pun more to the top of her head, so that the chef's hat would fit nicely over the hair. All she needed now was for a stray hair to end up in someone's food or drink; then she would certainly be dismissed.

Dismissed! The words still rang in her ears. He must have read her journal and been displeased. This wouldn't be the first time she had spoken her truth and been punished. Nor was it likely to be the last. But she could hardly believe that it had brought her so close to being dismissed. "Some minor potential" she mused. One day back and all she had was a minor potential?

Her eyes swelled up and the tears began to fall once again, but she quickly washed her face and hands and got herself under control. She might only have a minor potential, but she would use it all to serve Cook. And with that resolution she left to go prepare the Tea trays for morning tea.

She walked with a little discomfort, she was not used to wearing clothes and certainly not pants. It was foreign to her and she felt as if she were not in her own skin. As if she had been forced into another body. She knew she'd adjust quickly to the clothing, if nothing else, it would allow her to do her work without having to be careful of burning or cutting her own body.

She presented herself to Cook and she was rewarded with his own wide grin of pleasure in her appearance

"Yes, that's my girl. Now get the trays ready, you'll need 6. Check the orders for what the tea order is, how many cups and saucers in each party and if there is anything to go with it. After that you can help prepare lunch. Check with me on the menu. Now scoot."

Moira went to the alcove designated for beverage preparation and proceeded to fill the trays with the orders. 6 trays, 4 of them with 4 cups and Saucers, 1 with 2 sets, and 1 with only 1 set. There were 2 orders for Earl Gray, 1 for Irish Morning Tea, 2 Lemon Zinger and 1 Chamomile. All 6 trays had asked for an additional tray of muffins, jams and butter.

Moira carefully arranged the silver spoons, cream, sugar and lemon on each tray, and finally the China. Then she prepared the muffin tray. The 2 trays with only two or less guests held enough room for the additional food and condiments, but the other 4 needed separate trays. Moira prepared them and arranged the trays for presentation.

Then she carefully brewed each pot of tea, letting each pot brew perfectly until the aroma filled the air and her nostrils. Oh she loved the smell of fresh brewed tea.

Then she had an idea......

"Cook, this girl would like to ask you something. May I?"

"Oh for heavens sake," he said, "low protocol, I don't have the time, energy or inclination to do formal. And since you're here to please me, we'll do it my way. Besides your protocol is perfect and I know it, even if you've been stripped of that knowledge. Now what do you want to ask, and call me Cook as if you nicknamed me that yourself, not like a title."

Cook shook his head and wondered what on earth this was really all about--nonsense sheer nonsense.

Moira blushed and almost broke out in tears again, she was so confused, but got her voice back quickly and asked.

"It's fall and I think I have time to make a small decoration out of cinnamon sticks and ribbon. May I?"

Cook smiled and shook his head in dismay, "You're asking if you can be creative? I may never let her go whenever, whatever this is all about is over ... he mused, but answered only, "Of course"

Moira quickly made 10 cinnamon stick decorations for each tray. Tying 3 sticks together and placing them on end between the sugar and the milk on the tea trays and in the center of the muffin trays. She was finished just as the slaves serving morning tea arrived to take their trays.

Moira noticed that one slave's collar was turned too far to the left and quietly motioned to her, by touching her own collar, to straighten it. Giving her the A-OK sign with her hand she sent the tray off with the slave to be served.

Once they were all on there way, Moira cleaned the area, washed all the dishes and implements and put them all away.

Ready to begin preparing lunch, she went to check the menu. Cook had already marked which items she was to prepare and Moira was glad that he'd chosen all the baked items.

Banana Bread, Cookies, Sourdough bread,(she'd have to find the starter), some biscuits for the main meal, and last but not least some quiche. A full mornings work. Moira checked the quantities and began to prioritize her work, the quiche and the biscuits were to be done last, they required the most freshness.

So, she began with the sourdough as it needed to rise twice before it could be baked, and then she could bake the cookies, they could be done fast and gotten out of the way, then the banana bread, then the rest. Her plan firmly in mind, she began to work...

If today was to be her last day at the Chateau, she would make the best of it. That was all she could do. She almost teared up again, but forced herself to focus on her work and within a few minutes she was lost in measurements, mixing, and kneading.

But she could not get his words out of her mind; she could only work with them in the background, softly telling her she was of no real value.

"Some minor potential" the words stung like no other she had ever heard in her life.

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: Grunt goes to the bar

[B.. lilith continued quietly waiting for Sir to answer... [/B]

"A very good idea, lilith, but later. We need to have numerous social events in order to teach the girls how to act in each occasion. Pole dancing certainly ranks highly. I think we'll be accomodating your wish sometime soon. I'm waiting for a few things to happen first. Business stuff, you know." He says, and glances at EKVITKAR and smiles and nods.

 

[Netzach]

I find her teary and slipping her feet into clogs, whites on.

"Talk."

She shakes her head.

I look over my shoulder to the Cook. A slight sigh of exasperation escapes my nose. Orders first, fine, of course. Damn this place sometimes.

"M, to me immediately after work then, no detours."

I stare hard for a second. There's something in her eyes, a fear...and also, something I've not seen in so long there....shame.

 

[Guest]

*At the Grunt's words, Ekvitkar stops on his way to the table. Gives a meditative puff on the cigar. Looks up at the ceiling.*

"Pet? She is....special. Well, all of the ladies here are special. But she has slightly different problems. Some which I guess are well within the normal parameters of the Chateau.
And some problems,that are part of the forrest alone.
Lovely girl, everything I could want. But if you aren't careful she might eat you......And not in a good way."

"Hmmm . Lets go to a table over here _ I don't wanna inconvenience anyone with the smoke."

*he turns to the bartender*

"Hello Pretty - can you bring me a pot of Earl Gray to my table, in oh ... about 10 minutes? Thanks."

 

[le_kinklet]

Re: Grunt goes to the bar

OOPS