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The Master of The Castle - Prologue/Chapter One (2007 re-write)
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The Master of The Castle - Prologue/Chapter One (2007 re-write) PROLOGUE The mists were still dissipating on the marsh as the Master of the Castle and his entourage came riding through the Castle gates from the morning hunt. Three foxes caught but two had eluded the party putting the Master in a somewhat frustrated mood as he dismounted. “Bertram!” he shouted as he removed his fur over garments and threw them at his trusty valet. “What is the morning agenda?” “There are new servants for the Master’s inspection and approval, Sire,” replied the somewhat rotund and jovial manservant. “Aw, yes, “ responded the Master with an approving grin on his face, his dark and expressive multi-colored eyes sparkling as a sly grin came over his earthy, handsome face. “We shall have some fun today, eh?” “Yes, sire. I know how much Your Grace always looks forward to these ‘inspections’,” said Bertram with a knowing chuckle. The two men passed through the large doors of the castle into the great entry, which was alive with activity. A matronly figure of a woman immediately came running up and curtsied before the two men. “Your Grace,” said the overly-round, graying woman. “I have two young lasses that wish to be in our employ and one young gentleman who me feels would be great in the castle stables.” “Have the young man report to Bertram immediately. My good Bert, I know you can ‘put him through his paces’ with Warren out in the stables. I’ll call for your report on his level of skill before the day’s end.” “Yes, My Lord, “ responded the jovial valet, “Warren will see that we get a good man for the care of the Master’s stock.” With that he turned and headed back out the castle exit and back into the courtyard once more. “So, Lottie, why do ye think these two lasses are deserving of your Master’s attentions?” He said while turning to the castle matron. “Oh, I think the Master will be most pleased,” said Lottie, smiling knowingly. “They seem quite obedient and both have very good teeth... I know how much My Lord loves good teeth on His servants. And they are-um, quite comely lasses too, ye knows what I means.” “That I do, my dear, that I do,” The Dominant Man replied with a smile that portrayed an anticipation of his upcoming “inspection”. “Send the first one to your Master’s library at once and tell her to wait there. Make sure we are not disturbed, malady. ” “I knows, my lord, “ she says through a smile that reveals a lost front tooth. “Take the second lass and work her in the kitchen today, Lottie,” the Man instructed. “Yes Sire,” the castle matron acknowledged as she briefly curtsied before hurrying off to her other duties. The Man changed into the lavender and gold robe that He felt most comfortable wearing within the more intimate areas of the castle. The Master entered the Castle Library a short while later to find a young woman waiting patiently. She is stood in front of the large fireplace that provided the majority of the light in the room. She stood many inches shorter than the Master with long, raven hair and large, expressive brown eyes. She had a curvaceous figure that appealed immediately to him. The experienced Man found immediate satisfaction in observing that the young woman seemed to be more than a little agitated. He always enjoyed channeling the “nervous energy” of young females. The Master actually enjoyed the fact that she refused to make eye contact with him. His skillful eye noticed that her ample cleavage heaved with a sensual nervousness while under his knowing gaze. He grinned slightly while turning to close the doors to the library to give them some privacy from the rest of the castle. “My Lord,” says the young woman while curtseying. Her head slightly bowed, her hands holding one another. “Your humble servant.” “What is yer name, lass?” “I am Deirdre of the Dark Forest, Sire.” “Do ye know why ye are here?” “Yes, my Lord, to pass yer inspections.” She had been instructed well by Lottie, the Man thought with a slight grin on his mature face. She knew she had to do what she was told. She knew she had no choice if she wanted to gain the favor of the Master. “Have you been a good girl?” “Yes, Milord.” “Do you desire to please your Master?” he said, noticing her starting to fidget somewhat nervously as he walked up to her. Deliberately, he stood ever so close. “Yes, Milord.” “Good. You have passed the first test.” “Thank you, Milord, “ she says with another slight curtsey, her eyes for the first time looking into her Master’s. She noticed the handsome Master’s multicolored eyes sparkling back at her in return. It was very hard for Deirdre. She felt that the powerful, mature Man was going to find some flaw in her that she was unaware of. She wanted desperately to meet his approval. Her insecurities were tormenting her in her desperation. She wanted for this to all be over with. But she knew that she had to do what was expected of her. If only she knew what that was…. Quickly she diverted her gaze. “If only I can somehow gain my Master’s favor,” she was thinking as the Man spoke once more. “Do you not enjoy looking at your Master’s face, my dear?” Blushing slightly, she blurted out, “Oh, no my Lord.” “Is your Master handsome to you?” She hesitated. She found that speech at that moment was very difficult due to embarrassment and her natural nervousness. Bowing her head she said quite softly, “Yes, my Lord is quite handsome.” “Good,” the Man continued with a slight grin on his welcoming face, “What is your duty to your Master?” “I must do as my Master commands.” “Do you like doing what you are told?” “Yes, Milord.” “Please sit.” he said while referring to the large sitting area in front of the fireplace. They both sat. Much to Deirdre’s surprised the Master immediately placed his hand on her knee... Her eyes shot down to it, but she didn’t dare move away or protest. She didn’t dare. “Was she to be his then?” she thought. “Is that what this is all about?” She was confused and very frustrated. Instead she looked at her Master again, and he could feel a slight tremble go through her body. The Man thought he noticed her breathing increasing even further. “I trust you understand that you have been chosen to... do some special work for me...” “I know my cooking is not as good as some.... but I’m a very hard worker-” He smiled as he gingerly placed his index and middle fingers upon her generous, full dark pink lips. The woman instantly was silenced. She was surprised that the Master’s touch was not rough and cruel. She actually found it to be almost sensitive and, just maybe, a tad seductive… “You have nothing to worry about with your cooking.” The older Man comforted her as he removed his fingers. “You’ll do fine. All you have to do is trust me. Do you understand that?” “Yes...,”her voice trailing off. She still felt very uneasy. This whole scene that they were playing out was so foreign to her. The Master was both handsome and mysterious. She felt drawn to him. At that moment she had a thought that somewhat astonished her. “Does he find me attractive?” the surprised younger woman wondered. “Good...then let’s go upstairs so we may begin...your training,” the Master said confidently while rising up from his seated position. He offered his hand to her while assisting her to her feet. Upstairs? She wasn’t sure what the man meant by that. Why did they have to go upstairs? The Master followed her as they went up the castle stairs to the second floor where his bedroom chambers were. She was so nervous. A myriad of thoughts both awful and exciting bombarded her frail, insecure psyche. What was going to be done to her? What kind of training was he talking about? She wished she understood this kind of thing. She really wished she understood it.... But now, she was trying to get through it. The two entered the large bedchambers. The Man turned from facing the huge fireplace that dominated the Master’s bedchambers and found Deirdre staring at the large four-poster bed that was the most elaborate that she had ever seen. “You know, I had you chosen because you are the most beautiful servant in the countryside. You know that, don’t you?” The handsome Master comment in a soothing, almost sensual, baritone voice. Deirdre swallowed noticeably as she observed the Man removing the tie-string that was binding his long, brown hair causing it to cascade well below his shoulder blades. She didn’t say anything. “I’ve wanted to train a beautiful servant like you for a very long time. And now I’m going to... I’m going to train you... completely.” Deirdre swallowed hard. What was going to happen to her, she wondered? What? She hoped whatever it was, that it didn’t hurt..... Too much..... Well ... maybe just a little.... That wouldn’t be... too bad..... CHAPTER ONE - Training Day As he slowly started to unbutton the first few buttons of his tunic the Master started to smile a half smile that revealed a sense of mischievousness about him. The fire from the fireplace danced off his face as he turned to face Deirdre who was still fidgeting. Suddenly, the firelight caught something in front of the Master’s breastbone that reflected back an array of colored lights in a random pattern across the room. The Master turned to reveal a crystal of unusual shape dangling from a chain that hung around his neck. Deirdre found that she could not take her eyes off of it. “Aw, I see you have noticed My Amulet. It is quite beautiful to behold, isn’t it?” “Oh yes, My Lord” she said, her eyes diverted once more downward to her feet. “I have never seen anything like it.” The Master’s hand reached out gently to her chin and pulled it upward to look into his friendly, and yet, still intimidating face. She tried to avert his soulful, sensitive brown eyes that caused her to once again gaze at the mysterious Crystal. Reaching behind his head the Master grasped the chain and pulled it over his head. Deirdre followed The Amulet’s every movement much to the Master’s delight. “Yes, my dear,” he said gently, just above a whisper. “Look at it ....the way that it gleams and sparkles in the firelight.” Her eyes grew very large. Unable to resist anything but focusing on the unique, elongated Crystal Amulet. She felt drawn toward some invisible force that beckoned her to stare. “Yes. That’s right. Look into it,” His soothing voice continued. “Yes, My Lord....” she said, her voice now barely audible. He began to slowly move the chain in a fashion that caused the crystal to slowly move back and forth from left to right. Deirdre’s head started moving slowly from right to left to match the movement. Her eyes focused in complete fascination at the sparkling crystal. “You’ve never seen anything like it, have you, my dear?” His words somehow seemed to caress the young woman. To this question her lips moved slightly as if trying to speak but audible speech was no longer possible for her. “That’s okay, my dear, just look at it’s wondrousness,” The Master continued, “I will tell you when you can speak again. Until then, lose yourself in the colored splendor that you behold.” She closed her mouth slowly and continued to stare no longer with any will to do otherwise. “This is the Amulet of Aphrodite. It has been handed down from generation to generation from the time that my ancestors came from the great Sea of the Mediterranean to here. It has very special powers that only those of my lineage can tap into for it was made as a special gift as a reward for service rendered back in antiquity. It is a powerful, Magical Crystal that stimulates both Love and Amorous thoughts as well as actions. come, you will follow me.” He moved to the bed while leading her there by dangling the chain in front of her. She obediently followed the Crystal, never taking her eyes off of it. “You will sit here,” he said, patting the top of the bed. Deirdre sat at the designated spot. “You will now lay down and sleep except you will still hear my voice and obey my words.” With that he touched the top of her forehead with the now-glowing Crystal and she toppled over backwards onto the huge bed’s surface. “Good,” The Man continued. “You are not actually asleep, my dear, for you still concentrate on my voice the same way that you just concentrated on The Amulet. You may now speak in response to My questions. Are you concentrating on My voice and My commands?” With her eyes still closed but in a very clear voice she responded, “Yes.” “Good girl. You may call me Master now. I am your Master, aren’t I?” He inquired. “Yes, Master” “And it is your charge to obey your Master as His willing slave, isn’t it, my dear?” “Yes, my Master.” “You no longer feel anxious or nervous do you? In fact, you feel very relaxed about being here with me, don’t you?” “Oh, yes, Master.” He continued, “How do you feel, my slave?” “I feel relaxed and calm........wonderful really.” “How does your body feel right now, my dear? Don’t answer yet.” After a slight pause the Dominant Man continued, “Your body is starting to feel a little different, isn’t it? You are starting to feel things you are not used to, aren’t you?” At this moment the He sat down beside the reclining submissive girl and touched her forehead one last time with the glowing, magical Amulet. A shudder seemed to ripple through the young woman’s stimulated body. He placed other hand upon the top of her head and then moved slowly downward while gently stroking her silky, coal-black hair. It was very pleasing to the touch. “Yes, Master, my body feels like it ....like it-” “Like it what?” He inquired with a sly grin upon His knowing face. “Like it wants to be touched, Master,” she continued, her hands involuntarily starting to move about the outside of her bodice. “Stop,” The Master ordered. Deirdre instantly obeyed. “You will not touch yourself or anyone else without asking permission first,” He said sternly. “You will do anything I ask of you and be my obedient servant, won’t you?” “Yes, Master.” “You desire to please your Master, don’t you?” “Yes I will do anything my Master desires.” “You will ask forgiveness then.” “I am sorry, Master, but it is very hard not to.......I’ve never felt like this before,” she replied. “You will not touch yourself, not yet,” he continued, “Your body has never been this sensitive before, has it?” “Oh, no, Master.....it feels like there are small, magical fires dancing about my body,” she said in mounting frustration. “Good,” the experienced Man smiled slyly. He replaced the amulet’s chain about his neck as he walked across the room to a small table that had an unusual looking brass bell sitting on top of it. He grabbed the bell and rang it twice. From behind a tapestry on the far side of the room a figure emerged and moved lithely and quickly to the place where the bell had rung. The figure was that of a statuesque lady with long, flowing dark auburn-red hair. She was wearing a golden, satiny full-length robe that covered a voluptuous figure that seemed to move with a will of it’s own. Kneeling quickly at the Master’s feet she grabbed his hands and kissed them. “Thank you, Master, for calling me to your feet. How may I serve you this eve?” said the redhead as she looked up at him with her piercing, very large and light-blue eyes. “Oh, please, what must I do?” “Come, Phaedra” The Master said, pulling her to her feet where she stood almost as tall as her “Sire”. Taking her by the hand He led her over to the bed where Deirdre lay, trying not to squirm. “You will kneel beside my new slave who is known as Deirdre.” Phaedra dutifully climbed upon the top of the bed and knelt near Deirdre’s head. Her golden robe ever so slightly opened revealing a glimpse of her very large, beautiful breasts, which heaved with her excited breathing. “Deirdre is very beautiful to you, isn’t she?” the Man continued. “You wish to give her pleasure, don’t you?” “Oh, yes Master! She pleases me very much. My Master has chosen wisely. My Master is so generous to allow my presence here. Please may I touch her?” ============================= The Master has re-written and re-editted this this month. Enjoy!  |
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7/6/2007 9:20 am |
Master/slave concept I really never understood. Lets Save A Horse and Ride Each Other,cowboywanted2day
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