Chapter 4
I stumbled blindly through the days between seeing him again, barely conscious
of anything around me, only him. Time passed in a blur, I awoke one morning with
the thrill of anticipation in my heart, I was to go to his home the very next
afternoon. In his presence I was so very overwhelmed, that I had learnt to enjoy
the sweet moments before I saw him, savouring them as well as I could. As usual,
I was unable to concentrate on any one thing, flitting between rooms, thoughts
and activities like a moth amongst candles. As night fell my state did not
improve, I lay awake under the moon until the milky sunshine came through my
window and spilt hazy light onto my bed.
As I approached the gates to the house, a manservant appeared, he pulled back
one of the tall, black cast iron gates, enough to allow me to slip through the
gap. We walked up the drive toward the house; I felt my heart quicken knowing I
would soon be in my lovers' arms.
As I entered the hallway he was at the top of the stairs that swept up from
where I stood. He came to me and took my hands in his and kissed my hair. "Thank
you for coming here today" he said, smiling his beautiful smile and staring
deeply into me. I smiled, struck dumb, as was usual for me on these occasions.
"Let me show you some of my things" he said, leading me to a doorway. We stepped
inside the room and I let out a small gasp at the sight before me, the library
was beautifully furnished, not least by the three slaves before me, each one
glowing from the light that seeped from them. They knelt with heads bowed, each
tethered to their own post by means of a silver chain, and each attached to the
collars around their necks. He unlocked one of the slaves. She stood, and we
left the room, following him back across the hall and down the stone steps that
lead into the cellar.
Flute, for that was the slave girls' name, had obviously been prepared for the
events that were to take place this afternoon. She approached the manacles
attached to the wall, and motioned for me to go to her. She took a hold of my
wrist, and gently fastened the steel cuff around it; she turned my back to the
wall, and secured my other wrist, then backed out of the room.
"This is necessary," he said to me, a cold edge to his voice that I had not
heard before. He grabbed at my dress, pulling it apart with both hands. Buttons
flew in every direction; it tore widely and hung sorrowfully from my shoulders.
His eyes met mine and I saw they were glowing red. He pulled at my knickers,
breaking them easily and they fell to the floor. I stood in my shoes, my dress
forlorn and barely attached, my face ablaze with humiliation, unable to meet his
fiery gaze. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my brow, and, to my dismay, a
pulsing, yearning, wanting sensation pour into my belly. I felt sure he knew of
this, and my face burned redder still.
He lifted my chin, and pushed his mouth hard into mine, his teeth grazing my
tongue, the pressure bruising my lips. I groaned and gasped hard with the need
in me, my shadow moaned and reached and scratched to be let out.
I heard a shuffling, and when I wrenched my eyes open I was greeted by the sight
of Flute, having presumably been summoned at some point earlier. In her hand she
held a riding crop, she smiled softly and in her eyes I saw secrets and
knowledge, and the glow of joy from the permanent state of ecstasy she
inhabited.
My Dark Prince gave a barely perceptible nod, and in a flash, Flute had drawn
back her arm, and brought the crop down hard onto my flesh. An angry red stripe
was already forming on my trembling breast. As quickly as the first, three more
strikes, each crossing the last, forming a crude red star across my chest.
Momentarily shocked, I was silent, but as the fourth blow rained down, I yelped,
as the crops tip struck my nipple, which immediately darkened and swelled. The
slave took aim, and with practiced precision, matched the previous blow, this
time on the other nipple. The pain was intense and I instinctively turned from
her, as much as my chains would allow, though knowing deep down that my actions
would be futile.
"Ankles" he barked, Flute crouched and took my ankle, I kicked out automatically
"no, please don't" I hissed. "She struggles, Master" Flute called out, concern
in her voice. I glared at her, she met my gaze, with her own, blank, one. My
threats would mean less than dust to her. He approached me "this is necessary"
he intoned. I gave Flute, still crouching nearby, my ankle; her small victorious
'sniff' did not go unnoticed.
Once my ankles were secure, Flute straightened, and moved across the room to a
table, upon which a selection of disciplinary devices were placed. As she
pondered over the various items, it occurred to me that my Prince had given his
slave girl a choice as to how what means she may wish to inflict my suffering
and my humiliation doubled. Flute picked up a whip of fine, black leather, with
many tails. I tried hard not to stare at it, my eyes drawn fearfully back every
time I looked away, my pupils dilating by the second.
"Oh, excellent choice, you have learnt well my Flute" the prince chuckled, his
cheeks flushing slightly at the truly delightful scene unfolding before him.
Flute blushed, and dipped her head, suddenly coy.
