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Angélique
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"Out of Dominance came Redemption and from her Redemption came True Dominance. This is the story of a very special kind of love born out of deep emotion!
Please join Angel in her continuing journey."
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The limo pulled up at the hotel and Angel was awed at what she saw; it was so very grand and lavish, typical Edward. The chauffeur pressed a reservation ship into her hand and instructed her to present it at the desk. Angel watched the car leave then glanced down at the card clutched within her shaking fingers, a Master Suite had been reserved in the name of Angélique LeMontange; it had been so long she had forgotten that she had a second name! Angel took a deep breath and stepped across the threshold before she could turn tail and simply run, this was her very first time out alone and she was suddenly terrified; how could her treat her so? a huge tear ran down her cheek which she rapidly brushed away as she headed for the reception desk.Minutes later she was in the elevator being carried to her suite very conscious of the others staring at her ugly dress and lack of luggage, Angel pulled herself up to her full height but kept her eyes firmly glued to the floor, thankful when she was finally alone in her lavish suite of rooms.
Angel sank onto the huge bed and for the very first time she cried as if her heart would break. She had failed her Master ..failed and he had simply discarded her without even a last farewell......
For three long stressful days Angel waited in her suite, to afraid to leave, waited for him to come and fetch her back and on the forth her vision cleared; he wasn’t coming. This wasn’t a test it was a nightmare, what was she to do?
Angel wandered out on to the veranda, she was naked except for the filigree necklace which adorned her lovely neck. Her long hair caressed her lithe form as it was lifted gently in the warm off shore breeze....a lovers teasing caress across her delicate skin. Angel felt nothing, her Violet eyes were a misty sea of pain, her mind was miles away lost in the past.
So much hurt so much regret! The small child had blossomed into a lovely butterfly one which had been released, by its failure to be that which it’s Master had required…..
"Your Master is Edward Macquarie. He is experienced in the ownership of submissive women." Submissive woman, not born and bred slaves, in his letter he had said she had the wrong mindset, she disrupted his home, she needed to be free, to learn before she could truly please him.
Cedric hand beaten and abused her denying her thought, a voice, denying her pleasure; Edward had shredded her very soul….
She remembered her Masters words, “Angel has an interesting background, she has received some tutelage, but it has been flawed and needs correcting” At that moment she should have been on the alert….yet she had trusted his intent!
It had been so hard for her to crawl towards his vision. The angel peering out at him from the cage in which her heart had laid baron for so long was enchanted by his kiss yet the depth of his passion scared her. She really wanted to squeeze out from between the gilded bars; she had never wanted something more in all her short life. Never had a man made her feel so alive and yet so afraid. She had been violated, beaten, starved half to death and had survived; her inner most self hidden always…Could she risk this, survive this… the relinquishing of her soul and heart to him, trusting that he would not break them; Angel had only these two things to truly call her own; would he nurture them like the most precious gifts they were?
The child with in her had squeezed out from the prison that had been her small world and took a tentative step forwards…..towards an illusion
The gates clanged had shut behind her the sound had a finality to it; there was no turning back!
No turning back ..all angel wanted to do now was run back to those gates force them open and return to her world of silence……
Edward had said “Remember, the act of love is to give. The more you give, the better it is for you.”
She squeezed her eyes closed against the pain, she had given her all, her whole life she had been trained to do so; she had gone to Cedric filled with hope for the future, and had her spirit almost broken. She had gone to Edward ready for new beginnings to simply have her fragile heart dashed to pieces.
“The act of love is to give. The more you give, the better it is for you.”
Was it an impossibility to hope that the one to whom she gave herself …would be willing to give just tiny piece of himself to her, a willing slave …didn’t she deserve to be loved for whom she was?
“The more you give the better for you”
Edward had lied. It wasn’t better for her, it was better from the one who simply took!
Angel came back to the present to an insistent knocking at her door, breakfast; it would be left outside as always. Sighing, angel returned to her bedroom stopping in front of her full length mirror as she spied her reflection. Gone were the trappings of a slave all she wore was an intricately woven necklace of the purest gold, from it was suspended the letter 'A'. The letter was an absolute work of art a delight to behold. It obviously had been hand crafted with love and exquisite attention to detail. Clinging to the end of a downward stroke of the 'A' was a precious stone, which matched her Violet eyes to perfection as the light reflected from its multifaceted surface, caused it to appear alive!
Fingering her necklace she remembered her words to Edward
" Master once upon a time there was a very young and trusting girl she had a Nana who loved her; when she was thirteen her Nana held her in her arms the night before she was to be sent away and told her a story. A story of the beautiful girl who was destined to find a perfect mate the one she would serve for all time. If that girl put her heart and soul into her training this man would cherish protect and love her forever! The girl took her Nana’s words to heart and though she was sad to leave she worked diligently to become the best slave she could, so that when she was given to this man she would be fully ready. She believed her Nana spoke the truth!”
"I am finally free to love you; and to dream that you are the one my Nana spoke of so long ago........."
Such a childish fairy tale, would she ever find such a man? Had her Nana lied to her as well, was this an impossible dream for one such as she; one who was less than nothing?
"No!" Angel refused to believe that, all she had now was hope…
Angel tried a tentative smile, she was a born and breed slave and would be this way always, collar or not. She repeated her thought aloud. “I am a born and breed pleasure slave, I deserve to be loved. I have been trained, I am accomplished, I have much to give a Master! I can do this, I will do this ! “
Inside she was trembling but on the outside she looked serene, her image in the mirror belied the frightened child who hid inside.
As she stared at the beautiful haunted woman reflected there, she knew with absolute certainty that another would find her, and she prayed it would be soon; a slave with out a Master is like living without breath she thought again
Maybe the third time would be a charm?
She took a deep steadying breath there was much to be done, she would make her Nana proud…..
Angel spent the next several days in a whirlwind; she bought clothing, undergarments lingerie and all manner of things she had never owned before. She had her hair styled her nails and toes manicured but mostly she had simply watched as the other patrons as they went about their business afraid to join them but desperately needing to connect! She had been like a child in a candy shop her eyes wide and innocent as she had taken in all of her new experiences; everything she had seen and done had been a wondrous first for her! Angel had stayed in the hotel complex and had taken all of her meals in her suite afraid to venture beyond her new world; but knowing that soon she must!
Baby steps, she told herself, tonight I will eat in the dinning room. She made her reservations and started to get ready. Promptly at 7.00p.m.she was ready and pacing nervously, you can do this she told herself firmly!
Angel had dressed with care, her tawny blond tresses falling in their natural curls around her beautiful face cascading down her naked back, her face devoid of but the barest makeup. She had chosen a long simple pure white gown of the softest sheerest cashmere, Grecian in style; golden threads cris-crossed her full beasts, to wrap lovingly around her tiny waist. It fell softly to her ankles moving in a soft caress with every step she took. Strappy golden sandals completed her look and of course her treasured necklace. She resembled her namesake in every respect, except for the fact that she was wearing nothing beneath her dress and un be known to herself, as she moved it gave a tempting tantalizing hint of the evocative promise hiding beneath its soft sheer folds.
Angel took a steadying breath and descended to the dining room where she was seated at a table for two in a nice secluded spot where she could observe but have her privacy. She had been very specific in her choice of table. Her meal started to arrive and as she sipped her wine she tried to still her shaking fingers; her heart felt like it might beat a tattoo straight out of her chest. She tried to remain composed and sat up straighter her eyes fixed firmly on her plate.
Once again she felt as if someone was watching her.
She had had the same sensation many times over the past few days. Was she doing something wrong, did she have a sign around her neck , proclaiming her to be a pretender, a slave masquerading as a free woman…….was Edward having her followed?
Finally, Angel gathered her courage and looked out upon the room from beneath her lowered lashes.
She met his eyes, her breathing ceased and time stood still…………
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