The Café Chateau

[JupitersGirl]

"Draw a bath for us, girl, while I take a shit." ...

I kneel beside the tub, admiring the fine appointments. Strange, I muse, his quarters are spacious but bare, while his bathroom is like something out of a magazine!

When the water temperature is to my liking, I bustle about opening and closing cabinet doors until I find a stack of thick, white bath towels which I lay out next to the tub. Raising my hands to the pins holding my hair up in its bun, I raise my eyebrows to the grunt in the mirror. Upon receiving his nod, I pull the pins out, letting my hair cascade down my neck onto my shoulders. Picking up a hairbrush and sending him another silent inquiry, he waves me an offhand permission. I begin to pull the brush through my hair with long, slow strokes, feeling his eyes on me as I stand before him, my back to him.

My chest flushes red from his gaze as I settle on my knees beside the tub to wait....

 

[Guest]

*By the time they make it back out of the Chateau, he is finally back to normal (well as close as ever).
They walk back along the trail but he stops her right as they enter the clearing.*

"Right now would not be a good time to go there. ....Trust me. Not the way I'm wired at the moment."

*He walks along the clearing to a spot under an ancient oak tree. He plops down once again on the leaves. Pats the space beside him in invitation.*

"You know Dear One, you are temptation incarnate. But if we don't do a few things soon I will be breaking my promise to you. And doing you both an injury and disservice."

"Sigh"

"After watching you in there I feel like I owe someone a debt. And after feeling you before, I think part of that debt, they wouldn't live through."

*He contemplates the day sky for a moment.*

"No, you are NOT unfit to serve. In any way, shape, form, or fashion. But someone has gone to a great deal of trouble to make you forget that you must also serve yourself. (Pause)

*He reaches up and taps her on the forehead once, gently. Then on her chest right over her heart.*

"What we have to do is to remind you that there doesn't neccessarily have to be a dichotomy between the head and the heart. Which is part of why we are here, in the forrest. The beast has no separation, and it is happy that way. Humans need a separation or they can't function. "

*He sits up suddenly, and catches her gaze with his own. She notices that his eyes are changing, from a warm blue, to ice grey.*

"Every time you talk about yourself, from the first time we met till now, I have the urge to reply "Well, yes and no". You have split your 'self '. With some help from others. You are without wholeness."

"Wufff"

"I didn't really intend to punish you yesterday. You had already learned your lesson. But I will say you have the most tempting bottom.... Well thats not germain to the point I guess. Anyway - It will not happen again, at least not in that particular manner. Not till we can BOTH come to it with an absolute surety that it is what we both want. And for the right reasons. Agreed?"

*She gave him a bit of a confused nod. He could se that she was thinking rapidly. And that whatever deep hurt that was inside her, was close to the surface again.
He rose and held out his hand*

"Come Dear Little One - now we teach you the fullness of what it means to be whole and one with yourself. For you, that means we learn to be the wolf. Completely, without reservation and without human interference."

*As he pulls her to his feet an odd expression crosses his face. He turns away, appears to be listening intently. *

"Welllll Shit"

*He turns to her with a wry look.*

"Well no time to send for anyone, looks like you get your hunting lesson early. There are intruders in the forrest."

"From the Chateau, Grunts people?"

"No Dear or it would feel different. I might not even know Keira was here, she's that good."

*Again the wolf grin*

"So now we hunt!!!"

*And with that and a follow me gesture he is running into the forrest.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

As He explains His take on things, I sit there, shocked beyond belief that He knows me so well. It's not really surprising, I guess. He is one of the few people i know that actively LISTENS. I know that i will share my past with Him. Not out of fear or a need to debase myself. I will share my past with Him simply because He cares.

Ah, but the head cock, when He told me of intruders, left no doubt in my mind. Whether He is man or Wolf, He is always about some sort of business. I have never fully let go in front of someone before. I am wary of doing so, now. But when He motions for me to follow, i do so. Feeling the wind against my skin, as I run to keep up, leaves me feeling giddy with pleasure.

Into the trees we plunge..He in the lead and me slightly behind and to His left. Waiting for the moment when the change...HAPPENS.

 

[SubChristy]

As i am dancing on the pole...eyes closed letting the music be my guide. knowing all eyes (or most of them) are on me and what i do. i notice someone comming up to dance with me....i let her have the pole for a little while and i watch. thinking to myself ....she is good.

after her little dance...i get up again and dance....i let the music lead me.

sliding and dancing to the jazz i hear...i become one with the pole forgetting everything...and everyone....

 

[Guest]

*He feels her change, and hears the difference in her movement. But for now he can't allow himself the same. Not being sure of who they are running toward he can't afford what she is going to find out. If you are wearing your clothes when you change, you will change back to find them gone, shredded. Or in his case, his clothing, especially the long coat, was heavy enough to bind him up and stop him.*

* He hears another moving through the forrest along the same path and grins. That would be Lace, and someone was about to get a BIG surprise.*

*They should be right .......about.......there.
He pulls up to a stop, turns and catches Pet before she can charge past him. Pulls her to the ground ... as quietly as possible.
They had enough distance left, and the sound should have been readily mistakable for natural animal traffic. Whispers into her ear as she squirms.*

"Patience little one. Stop squirming. Come back a bit."

*He felt her body slowly still. felt the start of the change reversal. When she had hit a point where she would be able to walk bipedal, he spoke again*

"Ok darlin, now concentrate, this is where you want to be, what you want to be. You are the wolf still, but you have hands. Instinct doesn't have quite as much hold here does it? Neither does the rage?
Ok, I'm going to let you go. You are going to hold still and listen and think aren't you?"

*She nods. Looks at him with an expression of intense concentration. On a face still much more canine than human.*

"Don't worry it will get easier. Oh, and you make a really stunning wolf by the way.
Lessee.... tactics, we need tactics, hmmmmm
Ok, they are moving down this draw, a bad idea on their part. They do have good seperation and cover though, feels like Army training. And if they were dealing with humans they would be ok. But. I think we only really need the one in front, we'll let Lace have the one in back. (He watched her grin at that thought) Hmmm. Ok feel like being a bit of bait dear?"

*When the lead intruder hit the end of the draw he got the shock of his life. Crouched on a log was a character from his worst nightmare. Caught in the midst of change form, Pet was an amalgam of human and wolf. Very much the stuff of traditional horror movies. He damned the instructions they had recieved to travel lightly armed, and inconspicuous. But he also remembered the special ammo they had been given, as his hand creeped slowly toward his shoulder holster.*

"I REALLY wouldn't do that. She's liable to kill you by accident."

*He couldn't help it. He turned. Tried to keep the wherewolf and this new person in sight at the same time. But his partner would be here in a second. Probably just looking over the situation now.
Then he heard the crashing in the woods behind them. The short cry, chopped off. The shaking and thumping. Something HUGE had gotten him from the sound of it. Something at least the size of a great cat.*

"shit"

"Pretty much fellow. Don't even bother to try, it won't hurt as much that way."

*But he could see the look in the intruders eye's. It was all just a bit too much for him. And his hand streaked for the shoulder rig. "Not bad speed either" ekvitkar thought.*

"BOOM"

*The charges from the cut down shotgun caught the arm while the hand was still under the jacket. Drove it back and impacted the chest. It's a movie thing that people turn for flips and silly stuff like that. He just folded over backwards.
Ekvitkar broke his sawed off and reloaded the barrells, then walked up and looked down at him. Scooped his pistol up and dropped it into a coat pocket. .*

"Right. Well dear you did marvelously. I didn't hear a sound as you were getting into position.
[sigh] Well lets tote this idiot back to Grunt, I'm sure he will have lots of questions for him."

*He saw her look*

"Oh no dear, he's not dead. Can't ask things from a corpse....Well you can, but they lie. (He held up his sawed off) Beanbag stun rounds. They can be handy. and you can always make things dead at a later time."

*With that he holstered his shotgun and stooped to bind the intruder.
When he rose he looked at her tenderly.*

"I'm gonna take this twit in. I want you to spend the rest of the afternoon running the woods, learning your abilities. I can play Yoda afterward. Tonight I want you in the Eastern grove, time to find the strength of your faith again."

"Love you - Little One"

*With that he strode away*

 

[da grunt]

... My chest flushes red from his gaze as I settle on my knees beside the tub to wait....

As the grunt finished his business he watched Elena with fascination, always fascinated by the feline grace, the delicacy, the care and the tenderness. She maintained a look of devotion all the while, humble, yet regal.

He cleaned himself and washed his hands before entering the tub. The water was warm, almost hot, but not quite. "Too cold!" he said, and began running more hot water into the tub. "Get in, soak for awhile first, then you can wash me."

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I'd gone on a brief weapon stock up trip- there a few toys of mine I'd left in storage that for some reason I felt the need for. Returning to the Chateau, things were hopping this eve. Dancers in the bar, ladies playing pool, all sorts of fun.
I put my cloths and weapons away and changed into something a bit softer for the evening. Black heeled boots, a lacy a-line skirt, matching sleeveless corset style top, bit of red lipstick and a dash of mascara. Ready to go meet and greet.
I walked through the house into the main ball room, then into the bar. I saw grunt watching a duet of dancers up on the stage. I sit down next to him.
"I'm back, got what you asked for and a few things of my own. So, what's going on? The puppies still doing thier job right?"

 

[le_kinklet]

Bar and staff coming along nicely

....lilith smiles at Da Grunt and says goodbye, as He and E dissappear out the door,, lilith motions to christy to stop that will be enough for now,," well done christy" says lilth,, "you will do fine in here, but right now a girl needs help to put this wine delivery away please, keep 3 bottles from each crate and put the unpacked crates on the trolley over there we will take it to the cellar together, there will be things down there one needs to show you,, Oh and welcome liliths says smiling,,, i think you will like working here with this one. Thank you Ma'am says christy, will do right away. As christy turns to walk away lilith quickly adds " pleases address this one as lilith, while one does like to stick to most protocols you will find she does let some slip".
Hmmm,, thinks lilith, this is gonna be good as she heads behind the bar to put the pourers on the bottles of spirits that just arrived, by the time it was done christy had sorted all the crates, lilith shows her how to stack them on the shelves so they are seen and we both set of to the cellar seen as there had been no one at the bar for a while now. As lilith and christy pushed the trolley down the servents halls to the cellars, lilith explains slaves are not normally allowed access to these halls, or without a guide as some of the rooms are private rooms of the staff that you don't see around here, like the eyes and ears of the chateau, lilith explains all this to christy as they go, it take 10 minutes to walk the narrow corridors to the cellar room.
We enter the room and turn on the lights,, and rows of bottles already being stored,, the bottles we had just bought would go to the end of the shelves so as to improve the wine before it reaches the bar,, the bottles closest to the door are normally used first and we do a 3 monthly rotation of bottles,, and in summer we will come down and open the vents to make sure the temperature is just right. after a half hour stacking bottles we had finally finshed now the long walk back.
We get back to the bar to find it empty,, litilth turns to christy,, " you look so tired honey, a girls thinks you can go to you room and rest now, tommorrow there will be lots to do, Sir Vitkar would like a new painting hung,, you should consult with him on where he would like it, also a girl is expecting another delivery of cigars and whiskey tomorrow, and a meeting with this one and Da Grunt mid morning will result in more chores for us both. Christy not feeling much like talking says night and hurries off to her room for a much needed sleep, as she leaves the room a girl thinks to herself how lucky she is to have such a pretty sub in her employ,, and with a lil smile and a devilish giggle, liith closes the bar up leaving some glasses and a few bottles just behind the bar in case some one need a drink while lilith was sleeping...

 

[Guest]

Captive audience

*Ekvitkar walks in from the forrest with his new aquisition slung over his shoulders. A moment of thought and he leaves the bound form on the elevator floor for a few moments, long enough to summon the Chateau Majordomo. When that extra large figure arrives they have a quick consultation. It is decided that Edward (the Majordomo), will put the intruder on ice in one of the more serious basement rooms, and that Ekvitkar will step into the bar and have a few quiet words with Keira.
Iterrupting Da Grunt, is something he will leave to her judgement.*

*Ekvitkar wanders into the bar, he sees that the Grunt has already departed but that Keira is still there. He walks over to the bar and picks up the scotch that is waiting for him. Raises it but just takes the tiniest bit into his mouth. Just for the taste. He meanders over to where Keira is sitting. But knows she hasn't missed a bit of this little play.*

"We seem to have a minor problem."

"Yes?"

"Yes, there is someone waiting in the basement for you. Edward is watching him for the moment. An uninvited guest."

"Hmmm Just one?"

"Well... the other disagreed with somehting and it ate him. Sorry, old line, but I've always wanted to use it."

*She shakes her head, and he can't quite tell if she is amused or annoyed.*

"Oh, and this was his."

*He contrives a bit of slight of hand, to pass her the mans pistol without anyone else in the bar seeing.*

"I'll leave whether or not to disturb Grunt up to you. Now if you will excuse me I need to get a bit clean. And go look at somehting in the library."

"Don't you want to be there?"

"Why would I? If you weren't completely capable, you wouldn't be here."

 

[niteshade]

The slight wieght of the kitten sitting on my chest awakes me from my nap, and I look up into golden eyes filled with both mischief and purpose. She drops her missive next to her paws, and looks on while I while I start to unfold it, wondering what it is that Ekvitkar has to say.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

Settling into my chair, I looked at my book. My eyes glazed over and the words ran together, as my thoughts raced ahead.

'What had I felt? What was in that room?' My mind wondered back to the feeling of evil. It was like a ...

No!... It could not be a presence! That is not allowed!

My musings were interupted by a call to fill bathrooms again, so I rushed to answer.

My eyes had a light twinkle in them as I left Grunts room with clean towels. Seems he had company with him, and neither knew I was there. Well, at least they are having fun, I chuckled, as I hurried off to the next room.

After finishing my rounds, again, I knew sleep would elude me, so I wondered around the halls, feeling the thoughts of the people.

Hum, I thought, I was right back in front of the library again, seems to just draw me.

I took a deep breath, centering myself, and walked into the room. Someone else was in the room. I strolled inside, and watched him for a moment, then walked up behind him.

"Good day, Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" I suprised myself with how calm my voice sounded, as this room had once again begun to play tricks on me. That presence was there, somewhere, lurking. I could feel it. My eyes respecfully met his, as I inquired if my assistence was needed.

Suddenly, there was a breeze that shifted through the room, and I shivered and fell back from the impact. I fell flat on my butt, very unlady-like if I say so myself. I steaded myself and then rose to my full five foot, two inch height, and then stood there waiting for Mr. Ekvitkar to answer, trying not to let him see how unsettled I had become within the last few moments.

 

[Guest]

Domestic ......disturbance

"No dear, for the moment everything is quite allright. I am just waiting on Niteshade."

*He started to turn, paused.*

"Oh, if you would please tell the rest of the Chateau staff to not go into the forrest for a couple of days. There is a new student."

*He spent a moment looking into her eyes, studying what he saw there.*

"Yes, annoying, isn't it. You might want to find a new sanctuary for a day or two, or at least till we resolve whatever is going on in here."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

When He left, taking his *captive* audience with Him, I was a little put out. After all, I did not want to be here by myself. Where is the fun in that? I decided to go ahead and strip while I still had hands to do so. I should have done so beforehand, but was too carried away to think properly.

Laying my dress and undergarments behind the log took only a few moments and then I was fully naked. While i had taken the time to undress, the change had reversed even more, leaving me with just wof eyes and a little furrier than usual. I hunkered down onto all fours and willed the change to happen.

It wasn't long before i was completely wolven..with dark chocolate fur and golden eyes. I put my nose down, to get a sense of direction and then began to follow our *friend's* backtrail. I ran for what seemes to be ages, my muscular legs carrying me swiftly around trees and over small springs. Eventually, I came to a small clearing..perhaps two or three miles away from where i started.

There was only a standard military jeep and a single soldier, working on trying to start it. I sat down and *yipped* to get his attention. He glanced up, startled. I know my grin wasn't the nicest greeting he could have expected. He drew a gun and fired, aiming for where i was. Ha! Luckily (for me)..i was no longer there.

I went behind a near oak, massive in width, and willed myself to turn completely back. Pouring my wolf into my 5 foot frame, rescinding the fur that covered me. Soon, I was able to stand upright, caramel skin glistening, breasts and hips moving freely. I walked quietly away, no more than a few feet and found another way into the clearing.

Stepping out, I gave a small cry of fear. The soldier turned to face me, his gun dropping reflexively to his side when he saw it was just me. His eyes gleamed with lust. After all, how many people do YOU know that luck up on naked babes in the woods?

I walked toward him, allowing my natural rhythm to sway my hips. His mouth was slightly open when I finally reached his side.

"You know this is private property?" I asked in my soft alto. "What is going on?"

His hands reached out for my arm. I allowed that, letting him tighten his grip to the point of pain. I made my eyes go wide and shocked. The better to keep him from noticing what i was doing with my other hand.

 

[JupitersGirl]

After quickly gathering my hair up in a ponytail on top of my head, I started to ease myself into the water opposite the grunt. I couldn't help but give a little yelp as my foot encountered almost scalding water!!

"Wha-aat!" came my involuntary cry. I looked a question at the grunt. He just gave me that enigmatic smile and closed his eyes to settle back against the edge of the tub with a sigh. Little by little, my body entered the water, making me flush with the contact.

When I could take no more, I reached over and turned off the hot water. A glance at the grunt assured me that he was not going to protest. I took a moment to drink in the sight of him. The long legs stretched out the length of the tub, were lean and muscular; his belly flat and hard. His chest displayed signs of hard physical training as well as a scar at the right shoulder and another along the right rib line that ran down over three ribs. Longing to reach out and trace the line of that scar, I held my hand. Time enough for that when I washed him. My eyes continued their inventory sliding up over the muscled shoulders and corded neck to the face, pleasant enough now in repose, but I remembered what it could look like if provoked. And finally to the shaved head, well formed and tanned, revealing his habit of going bareheaded even in the sun. My face was flushed, I knew, but whether due to the heat of the water or the nearness of his body, I could not say.

The soak felt good, totally dispelling my chill from sitting on the floor under the grunt's desk. Eventually though, the water began to cool, rousing me from my reverie. Reaching over to again turn on the hot water, I grabbed a cloth and began to soap it. Sliding around the tub, I sidled up next to him and, beginning with his neck, began to wash his body. No word or sigh crossed his lips as I carried out my task, but the stirring of his cock let me know that he was aware of my presence…my warm, wet breast as it brushed his chest when I reached around him…my thigh brushing his hip as I reached for his foot. I felt him move then and I think he was raising his hand to touch me when we both heard…

“BOOM!” The sound was distant, but unmistakably on chateau grounds. Terror gripped me and I know my mouth fell open.

“What the hell!” the grunt was out of the tub in a swirl that sent water flying across the marble platform to puddle on the floor. Grabbing a towel, he ran from the room and into his adjoining office. I could hear him typing on the keyboard, checking the surveillance feeds, I assumed. I left the bathroom to find him, fully dressed now, pulling on his boots. “I’m going to find Keira…I can see nothing out of the ordinary on the feeds. Clean up the mess in the bathroom and return to your room. I’m not finished with you…I’ll send for you later.”

“Please Sir…let me go with you, please!” The urgency in my voice caught his attention and his head jerked up to survey my face. I know I must have been pale…I had literally felt the blood leave my face at the far off sound. My pulse pounded in my ears as my heart raced in fear. What harm had I brought to this place…this haven?

He said no word, but nodded once, slapped his left hip smartly, and we were off…

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He watched my face intently, taking some sadistic glee out of the pain I allowed to filter into my honey brown eyes. When i knew he was no longer paying attention to the rest of me, i jerked my arm out of his grasp and with the other i delivered a back hand to his throat. He managed to stay on his feet but his breath was cut off.

I stepped behind him and willed my claws to grow. With a quick flick, I broke his holster, before grasping his scrotum hard enough that he passed out, drawing a little blood with my claws in the process.

I took his handcuffs and cuffed his wrists behind him. I allowed the change to reverse itself and then called for one of His pets to come to me. Lace showed within a few moments, though not the Lace I knew and adored. She was tiger like in build and coloring. I asked her if i could place *our* friend on her back. With a small growl, she allowed it. My last thought was to disable the radio system in the jeep and I did so, with a quick dismantling of the many wires under the dashboard. Finally, Lace and I headed back.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I smile at Evitkar. "A new one to play with. An intruder to question. Hmm... mustn't harm her mind too much."
He tells me he doesn't want to be there, that he's sure I'll do fine. I nod humbly.
Licking my lips I stood. "You've told Grunt of this correct?"
He says no. I make the flying assumption that he'll have figured it out by now somethings going on. I leave the bar, pushing a button on my left forarm bracer. A brief chirp and the house's AI spoke to me.
"Yes, Kiera-san?"
I sighed, heading up the stairs to my room to pick up my weapon belt, change into a pair of black jeans and my normal boots. Kikyo was still on her Japanese kick. "Run a parimiter check, thermal scans, whole nine yards, Kikyo-chan. We've got intruders from the forest. Lock the house down. Only myself and Grunt to go in or out or to authorize it. I like this not."
"Yes, Kiara-san. Do you want the report in the Room of Leather where the captive is?"
"Yes, please," Keira told the AI, opening the doors to the Room of Leather. The harsh stone walls were studded with steel rings, the floor black warmed marble with a large drain in the middle for easy clean up. Lashes, flogers, whips and a rather amazing assortment of leather clothing and binding. I nodded to the Majordomo Edward.
"I shall take it from here, Edward. If you'd notify Grunt and tell him he can come down here if he likes I'd appreciate it."
Edward bowed and left me with the captive.
She was bound hand and foot, white blonde hair in a long braid with a jade ring at the bottom. Her all black clothing clung to her, leaving no doubts as to her gender. High full breasts, slender shoulders, a lean stomach, full hips, toned thighs and muscled calves. A pair of tap-style shoes covered her feet. I pulled a face mask off, revealing blue eyes, arched eye brows, high cheek bones and lush lips. She reminded me more of a lush flower, not someone who should be creeping through the woods chased by werewolves. She's passed out. I undid her bindings, completely disarmed her, and bound her to a special table that was shaped like a star. Her wrists, upper arms, thighs and ankles were secured down, the black leather blending in with her clothing.
A loud slap across her face brought her around. It hadn't hurt or left a mark, just startled her into waking.
"Wake up, sleepy head. I'm quite angry with you and that is not a safe thing."
She looked around, obviously startled.
"Now," I said, prowling around the table. "I want your name, your employeer and what the hell you're doing here at the Chateau in that order. If you don't speak, it'll only make my night more fun."
I licked my lips and waited for her response.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Lace and i stop by my log to retreive my clothing before finishing the walk back to the chateau. Once we reach it, i decide it might be better to enter His way and then leave Lace to guard *our* friend whilst i go looking for someone to help me. Entering takes only a moment, though as soon as i enter, i am greeted by the sight of a humongous man giving Lace and I the eye.

"Sir, i found him in the forrest. Not sure what I should I do with him. Any ideas?"

Th man nods and motions for me to stay put.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by JupitersGirl ... He said no word, but nodded once, slapped his left hip smartly, and we were off… [/B]

Grunt had heard the boom of a shotgun, and knew that the weapon sounded just like Ekviktar's. He'd also heard a pistol shot, probably 9 mike-mike. friggin' place is supposed to be a place of pieces and peace!

First he find’s the lovely pet with whom Ekvitkar was so fond. She was waiting with a cuffed prisoner, some sort of soldier, or mercenary, his groin soaked with both urine and blood. “Edward!” The grunt calls, and almost immediately the major domo appeared. “Take this piece of shit to the lowest dungeon. I’ll interrogate him later, after a couple of daze without for nor water. Where is Kiera?”

“Yes sir. Kiera is in the Room of Leather, Master Grunt.” Edward replies and takes the uniformed man away.

Grunt slaps his side again and goes to the Room of Leather to find Kiera with a beautiful blond, bound upon the star. “Ekvitkar has had a busy night, this is the second prisoner. This bitch must be with the other asshole. Strip her and beat her, find out as much as you can. Leave her bound, I’ll be back later to hear your report.”

Again he slaps his side and strides off, Elena hurrying along after him. He finds Vitkar and his pet in the Bar, Christy again dancing for the clients.

He joins Vitkar at his table and shakes his finger toward lilith, letting her know he wants nothing. “What happened?” the grunt asked him.

Vitkar explains the intruders, the unrecoverable victim, the captives. Grunt understands how the man was killed and the other captured but is confused by the bitches presence. Maybe she is just manna from heaven. “There is a jeep out there to be dealt with. For now, I want it brought to the hidden garage. I’ll want it checked for bugs before it is turned to slag. I’m satisfied with the response, so far. Please have your people keep a real close eye on the wood. How the fuck did a jeep get over the wall? Nevermind, magic exists everywhere. Gotta run!” Grunt slaps his side and hurries along, back to his room, Elena running to keep up with him. He goes to his office, to his desk and tells Elena to, “get a goddamn throwrug!” and he points to the ground by his feet. His fingers fly on the keyboard, he mutters, he laughs, he curses and then laughs again. Still his fingers fly, and still he talks to himself, barely audible to Elena, but she hears, ‘good, good, fucking motherfucker, good, good, that fucking asshole, yes, good, fucker, fuck you up, good, yes, okay, and finally, there.’

“Come!” He says and again is hurrying down the hallway to find Kiera in the Room of Leather with her lovely captive. “I’ve learned a lot! Secure the lockdown, resume normal activity. After you’ve gotten the information from this one I’ll have further instructions. Send a couple of the men to retrieve that fuckin’ jeep and put it in the hidden garage. I want every square millimeter of that thing checked for bugs. Come over here.” Kiera follows him out of the prisoners hearing, after you’ve interrogated her I want her in the upper dungeon. She is not to be feed or watered until tomorrow. I think the situation is under control and I’ve got other chores to attend, chores of a personal nature. E, come!” and again he slaps his thigh and returns to his room.

“I had wanted to thrash your body while it was boiled from the bath, but you didn’t even finish washing me. I will thrash you now, I need to, I’m ready to explode. Stand in the middle of my room. I will use my leather cat. Not the soft spoungy one, either. If I’m working your back you will have your hands in front of you and if I’m working your front you will have you’re hands behind your back. I will start softly and increase in vigor until you can take it no more. You are to say ‘enough’ at that point.”

Grunt opens a chest and extracts the cat. ‘Hands in front, prepare your back!” And grunt draws back his arm …

 

[Caitlynne]

Back in the Kitchen, helping Cook finish off the dinner preparations, Moira now in a rhythm that flows with all the activity in the kitchen. Preparing side dishes, brewing the afternoon tea, cleaning up and putting bright and shinny implements back in their place. All of it like a dance, with a secret partner.

There wasn't really time to 'think' about all Teacher had said, but then Moira didn't think the point was to think and much as to simply 'do'. Syr had a way about her, and like so many things in Moira's life, the point was merely to obey, in this case that obedience was to just 'do' what was in front of her. No thoughts of yesterday, nor tomorrow, only the here and now and getting the food prepared so that guests and staff alike, were pleased with their nourishment.

Moira took a deep breath as she mopped the back kitchen floor, taking wide swinging motions with the string mop, she almost broke out in a belly laugh as she imagined how she looked. Dressed in her baggy whites and wielding the mop, she must have looked like a small boy learning to swab the decks on some ship bound for adventure. She shook her head and laughed outloud,

"What a sight I must be!"

She finished the floor and cleaned up the mop, emptying the bucket and putting it all away, then going to Cook to see what help he needed. Cook gave her a side glance that told her Cook was not to be bothered, but Moira wondered if he needed a break.

Moira, aware of Cook's appetites, went to his office and took his favorite flogger from the wall, then returned to where Cook was just finishing off the sauce for the brisket that he'd prepared for dinner. She stood there with her eyes cast down, and her hands out, offering the flogger.

Looking up from his sauce, he turned off the fire, gave the sauce pan to his apprentice Chef. Then turning to Moira, he gave her a long look, his eyes silently gauging Moira's intent and his own desire.

Finally sure of what he wanted, he took the flogger from her hand, taking his other hand and gently touching her cheek, using the pads of his fingers to draw an outline of her jaw and finally taking the palm of his hand to cup her chin and draw her face upwards to meet his eyes.

Locking her eyes with his own, he continued his exploration of her face, taking the chef's hat off her head and letting it drop to the floor, he let the feeling build in him....

... finally he said, "Follow me!"

He led her into his office, then through a door into a private room, turning on the lights he let the room speak to him in its own way. He let the dark colors fill his senses and let the room and Moira become acquainted.

"Give me your back," he said barely above a whisper, but his tone was as commanding as any she had ever heard.

She immediately stepped out of her clothes and walked to the center of the room, where she took her place bent over the apparatus.

He watched her move, he watched her take her position and he let his senses take in the sight of her. So willing, so peaceful in her submission, it was a moment to savor for a few moments before the image was so abruptly changed to one of such sweet suffering.

He finally approached her, letting his hand feel her body. Closing his eyes, as he took his hand and brushed over her back side, he took in a deep breath as he felt her skin. Taking each cheek of her ass into the palm of his hand, squeezing gently and then rubbing, getting her skin warmed up, prepared. He took his hand and did the same on her back, still with his eyes closed as he let his hand feel her body, it's smoothness and curves--it's warmth

Finally ready to see what her body could tell him, he opened his eyes and began to touch her body in earnest, watching for each twitch, where goose bumps appeared, every reaction her body made to each touch of his hand, until he was satisfied and ready to begin.

He began with a slow and gentle rhythm, each swing landing exactly where he wanted it to land, each reaction she offered up, predictable and exciting to him. And has he became more confident in his assessment of her reactions, and that she was warming up, he gradually increased the frequency and the power of each blow.

Now he could see the stripes landing on her ass. He worked each side rhythmically, alternating between her ass, her thighs and her back, until he was lost in the dance along with his slave. The intensity increased until they were one, one hand wielding the flogger, and the other yielding, like two dancers, they waltzed to the music of Master and slave, each serving the other, each lost in the other until they were one.

He began to see bruises forming and the welts were rising, and he slowed down the pace, his arm delivered softer blows and finally he stopped; putting the flogger down, he took both his hands and began to rub her down, letting the warmth of her skin warm his own hands.

If he hadn't been given a direct orde, he thought. Oh well perhaps another time.

Taking his hands he let them inspect her and he found, to no surprise, that she was dripping wet despite the tears falling from her eyes. He took a whiff of the air and found it full of the aroma of her sex, it was full of her sex and her pain.

He bent over her, letting his body lay against her backside and her back, he nuzzled her neck and kissed it lightly, whispering in her ear,

"You've pleased me"

 

[JupitersGirl]

‘Hands in front, prepare your back!” And grunt draws back his arm …

I know my mouth must have fallen open! My mind was anquished at the thought that these intruders might have been sent by the Senator, which would mean that I had led them here, to this place. The grunt had assured me that there was no problem with that, but he didn't know the Senator like I did.

It took a minute for the grunt's commands to register. So! I was to be punished after all. My face flushed in shame. I braced my feet at shoulder width, grabbed my wrists with the opposing hands, back straight, head up, and prepared to receive a beating that I knew would be anything but pleasurable....

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

After the meeting with Sir and Grunt in the bar, i was allowed to go to my room and relax. He said I deserved it for being so efficient and for helping make sure everyone had been cleared from the general vicinity. That pleased me...to know that my initiative had pleased Him. With a loving swat to my rear, he sent me on my way Just as i was about to exit the bar, He called to me.

"Pet, I want you to take some time to think over our earlier conversation. I would also like for you to write down any impressions or thoughts you have had because of it. You are special to me, little one. I want to know just what it is that made you split yourself. One as precious as you deserves my utmost attention..and I promise, that soon, you will have it."

After He finished His statement, he waved me on. I headed to my room. Walking into it, i was shocked to see his kittens, curled up into a little ball in the center of my bed. I walked toward them, scooping them up gently and depositing them on the floor before trying to shoo them out. Bercha gave me one of her patented looks...the one that says 'They can go, but I am staying right here!!!" I wasn't about to argue with her!!

Then i moved to my dresser and grabbed a pen and my ledger. I had a lot to write about..and to think on.

 

[da grunt]

... prepared to receive a beating that I knew would be anything but pleasurable...

Grunt swung the cat, hard, but for sound effect only. There was no contact with skin. Then, again, and popped the cat, maximizing the terror of sound. After the theatrics of the drama he began a practiced motion, a rotation of his wrist so that the cat swung round and round, faster and faster. He moved the tornado of leather closer until the tips of the thongs brushed against Elena’s skin, not hurtfully at all, in fact, it felt as if an unusual back scratch was occurring. Elena’s torment at the punishment went immediately to turmoil at the pleasure. The whirl of the leather continued, relentless, from shoulders to calves, just the tips, each contact leaving short red line where the thong grazed against the honeyed skin. Relentless, the assault continued until her whole backside was covered with exotic scratches. Grunt knew Elena’s pleasure was immense, he could smell her desire, as he could hear her delicious moans in reaction to his assault.

“Turn around. Hands behind you. Prepare your chest!” …

 

[JupitersGirl]

“Turn around. Hands behind you. Prepare your chest!” …

It took a moment for the command to penetrate. The sensual wounds inflicted by the cat had made me lose myself to their touch. As if in a haze, I slowly turned, allowing my hands to fall to my sides before gripping them behind my back. When I rested them against the small of my back, I could feel the sting...that beautiful sting...

I closed my eyes, mouth slightly open, anticipating......

 

[da grunt]

Whirling Leather

Now she could see the grunt as he began spinning the cat, allowing it to enter her vision, encouraging her to watch his technique, then he moved closer and his attention devoted to her nipples, already erect and puffed, but wanting, and revealing in their wantoness, Elena was torn between retreating from the assault and thrusting forward to meet attack. She moaned as she chewed her lip, watching the grunt focus his attention on those tender spots, then the rest of her breasts, tiny red lines marking each glance of each thong of each stroke of his cat. ...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Journal entry

After many stops and starts, i am beginning to get used to Him. The amount of things we have in common is uncanny. Tis hard to credit the fact that I am drawn to Him on so many levels. I do not indulge in heart to hearts with men. Tis not my way. Believing as I do (and i will admit that, in this, i am sexist) that men are only here to provide sperm to make children.

It is hard to credit how well He sees into me. He knows all the things i am hiding from...even if he does not have a name to go with it. And that...i will never give him. What good would it do in the long run? Not much as far as I can tell. How does one go about explaining that i am the way i am because of LOVE . (The dreaded L word) How does one explain that running is an act of fear and not to be tolerated? How can i make Him understand all of these differing emotions, none of which leave me in peace?

And then there is the fact of my beast, which i kept chained for close to 4 years as I tried to make something with my special someone. The person i thought i would spend eternity with. My heart, my soul mate. She ripped everything good from me that I had ever experienced. Does that make me love her less? NO. But it does lead me into a direction I have never explored before. Deep feelings for a Dominant male. How does one go from loving women so much..to being drawn to a male? What role does my sexuality play in all of this? Am i meant to be a slave...useful in service, coddled, cradled, punished? Strangely enough, until a few months ago..i would have shouted NO from the highest rooftops. Now, I am not so sure.

And if i am meant for this...to be loved and cared for, punished and protected, does this mean that i can no longer have a love of women? A strong woman to share my life with?

His words, they echo through me. I know that by keeping parts of me seperate, i will nevr be complete. But how and when can i finally let go..of control, of hurt, of anger? Ach, I don't know.

I suppose that for the nonce, i am finished rambling. I will write again anon. (and in the privacy of this journal i shall affix my name)

Lynnette



I re-read what i wrote, surprised that i had written so much out...even if it were only gibberish to one who did not REALLY know me. I shook my head and got up from my small bed. Walking over to my dresser, i placed the ledger down, face up. Then I stripped to the skin and went to take a long hot shower.