Deep Into That Darkness Peering

Deep Into That Darkness Peering (closed)

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Edgar Allan Poe

Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.
Friedrich Nietzsche


Tristan Rothchild stared blankly into the remnants of the fire that had long sinced stopped providing heat to the moonlit study where he sat. Ash and ember were all that remained and the chill in the room should have sent him searching for a sweater or a blanket, instead he simply sat and waited, not even noticing the white puffs of his breath that were visible in the air. The study itself seemed to be waiting patiently for its owner to move. The curtains that lined the two large open windows didn't stir, as if they were holding their breath in anticipation.

Moonlight streamed in through those windows in narrow bands that seemed to slice through the shadows of the study, illuminating the book lined walls that surrounded Tristan as he hunched low in the high backed leather chair. One might have been tempted to believe him asleep if they failed to notice the way his hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles white with the strain. Tristan himself hadn't noticed. If he had, he would have chastised himself for allowing his body to betray the darkness of his thoughts. He was not a man who accepted betrayal easily, even betrayal by his own body.

The silence of the room was broken roughly by a harsh series of coughs that wracked Tristan's body, causing him to wince slightly at the pain that seared through his ribs. As Tristan managed to stiffle the coughing, the cold silence rushed back into the fill the room around him. It was too late however, the sound of his rasping coughs had carried beyond the walls of the study and had managed to summon the one other resident of the Rothchild home.

"Sir shall I fix you...you've let your fire go out, Master, you should have called me," Kipling said, his voice admonishing at the same time that it soothed. The small, well dressed young man quickly stepped to the fire place and began to conjure the fire back to life. After a few moments the personal servant straightened, orange and yellow flames now wrestling against the darkness just behind his back as he turned to face the chair where Tristan sat.

"I'll bring you some soup and some wine, just give me a couple of minutes," Kipling offered as he looked at the master of the house. The slim, nervous young man was clearly worried and made no attempt to hide it. Refusing to be discouraged by Tristan's lack of response, he stepped over and pulled a shawl from the back of a chair that was the twin of the one Tristan sat in. He draped the shawl over his master's shoulders and chest before starting toward the door.

"Kipling," Tristan said the name softly, as if he were speaking to himself, but the man servant heard and stopped in the doorway.

"I leave in the morning, early," his voice remained low, and though calm, seemed to carry a sense of regret. "Very early. I won't be gone long this time, I think. But when I return I hope you will have what I requested."

Kipling wrung his hands together, hesitating before responding, "I wish that you would stay a few days before you travel again, Master Rothchild. You need your rest...but, yes, my contacts assure me that all is on schedule. I will have the girl here when you return."

"Thank you, Kipling," Tristan responded, making an effort to sound more cheerful. "Now bring me some of your soup, my bones are cold and my stomach is empty. And the last thing I need is you hovering over me all night like a mother hen."

"Of course, Master," Kipling said, smiling weakly as he disappeared into the quiet hall, leaving Tristan alone in the study once again.


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The night was humid as Nadia walked through River Edge park. The sun was going down slowly as she looked towards the sky. She listened to the sounds of the river aside her as she stopped and stood at the fence line watching some fallen leaves float along the top, getting tossed between rocks along their journey. Nadia blew out a slow breath, she turned and continued walking home, wanting to be at the Underground club about nine when all the real fun began.

It was definitely to warm to wear leather for the amount of time she would be there, searching for the right one to claim her. This was the sixth time she was at this club, the first two times she was just trying to catch the vibe, meet a few people to help her fit in and just go with the flow. She drank a few drinks and danced in the middle of the crowd and twice in one of the four hanging cage that were in each of the corners, eight feet up off the floor.

The third time Nadia walked in, she was recognized and was given the offer of a platinum membership. Before she said yes, she was given a tour of the old warehouse. What she thought was a one floor club turned out to be a lot more. She was escorted around by a woman named Yvonne, who was dressed in a skin tight black latex cat suit which included gloves and six inch black latex platform thigh hi boots. her make up was done exquisitely, her hair was short and cropped but she looked beautiful.

The main floor was the bar and dance club area, she was taken down a floor by an elevator in the back of the club which took her directly into the dungeon. The Dungeon was just as it was named, there were all sorts of BDSM scenes happening. There were slaves, masters and Mistresses all around. Some were watching, some talking, and some even buying new slaves for themselves through a small area made into an auction. A young male was literally standing on a wooden block five by five while others raised a hand or finger to bid. We watched for a few moments, she explained everything that was going on and we moved along.

Yvonne took Nadia to a scene of a Mistress fucking her female slave with a toy, the slave was begging for more. As erotic as it was, she wasn't quite sure she would do that before all these strangers. There was easily three hundred or so all around, she could hear, orders given, cries of pain, the scent of leather, and the scent of sex. "Believe me you would find it all very pleasurable after being trained Dahlin." Yvonne said to Nadia as they moved along the crowd, and back into the elevator.

She turned a key, the elevator went up, past the main floor and to the third floor. The doors opened and she walked me out. I immediately heard the sound of leather against flesh, I heard moans of pleasure, and just a mixture of sex. She explained there were twenty rooms, each room was locked and unless you have either been invited or earned a key you were not permitted to go within them. Nadia nodded as she listened.

Roaming the halls she heard voices, she heard music, commands, cries and screams. If anything the club in a whole was erotic, you could get drunk on the scent of leather and sex when you walked into either of the warehouses top or bottom floors. Yvonne turned to her in the elevator as they rode back down to the club. "Tonight you train for a few hours, see if you like it. If you do, next week we will have you placed with a Master who can train you a few hours. care to take the offer Nadia?"

She has been trained since for a total of fifteen hours, which doesn't seem like much but it was enough to get her feet wet and for her to find out she felt that need to serves deep in her gut. When she wasn't at the club, her desires grew, it was an ache she felt to kneel before a Master, to have him dominate her. She craved to have a man take a superior position in her life and her to serve his every need, want and desire.

Tonight was that night, her sixth trip to the club where she felt she had found herself. At ten PM she would be in line for Auctioning, and she was scared shitless. Yvonne told her if it didn't work out she could call her, she hoped she wouldn't need to but she tucked the card in her long black leather jacket that she wore ninety percent of the time when she went out at night.

Back at home, she showered, and got ready for the evening. Once ready she hailed a taxi and began her evening, she stomach was churning and she was feeling those mixed emotions of nervousness and excitement. The cab pulled up in front of the warehouse, she paid him, added a tip and closed the door. She strolled up to the door, she suddenly felt an air of confidence within herself.

Once inside, she smiled seeing Yvonne immediately who was awaiting her arrival down at the end of the hallway. The music was loud as she approached her. Yvonne watched Nadia walk towards her and she thought there is something so dreamy and hot about a sexy redhead, she thought and Nadia was no exception. her strut was full of confidence as she was walking down the hallway in black patterned lingerie, a long black jacket, and knee boots on, she is a flame-haired fantasy come to life.

Nadia stopped and smiled, "Just beautiful Nadia. Now, now remove the jacket, and turn around for me to look at you fully."

Nadia did as told, "Dahlin you have one of the best asses I have seen in a long time, plus you have great tits. Should bring in a very high bidder tonight. Come almost time. Wear the jacket again and take it off when up on the block and turns for the bidders."

The night was like the rest, wild and crazy. They stepped off the elevator and walked to the block, Yvonne signed Nadia up, filled in the information for the auctioneer and less than ten minutes later the flaming redheaded fantasy slave was removing her jacket and turning slowly for all to get a good look at her in her lace. "Nadia, new slave, not much training, caught on fast and well worth the price and time to train her I am told." said the tall middle-aged auctioneer in black leather pants and nothing else. He went silent as some walked up to get a closer look and others were on the phone describing her as she could hear a few.

"34C-24-34, 23 years old,Redhead,5'8, trimmed with a thin strip! Lets get an opening bid for her..." he said as the bidding started. Hands were going up fast, as she watched continuously turning slowly. The price kept rising and rising, she stopped turning and stood there barely able to see because of the light shinning in her eyes.

She gave another turn, slowly as she tried to look into the crowd surrounding her, she was able to see one younger man who rose his finger a couple times as the auctioneer continued to call out a higher price....then she heard it and her heart raced feeling like it was going to explode. "SOLD!" Nadia was now owned.

It had taken Kipling nearly two hours, and a seemingly endless parade of scantily clad women of all shapes, sizes and colors before he finally found the right woman, a woman worthy of Master Rothchild. Surprisingly, once he'd made his selection, it took a mere twenty minutes to complete the transaction and exit the darkened establishment.

As he waited in the back of the limo for his purchase to be delivered to the side entrance, the well dressed man servant found himself wondering where his master was at that moment. Not at home, that much he knew. No, Tristan had left the day before with little explanation as to where he was going or what he hoped to accomplish. Kipling knew that he should be used to his master's trips, and the anxieties that accompanied them, but as of late they'd become more frequent, longer and to Kipling's mind too dangerous.

Perhaps this time, when Tristan returned he would have a reason to stay, Kipling mused as he saw the grey metal door open and the striking young redhead emerge from the darkness of the club. Perhaps his newest plaything would provide just the distraction he needed to stay out of trouble. Of course, in Kipling's experience, beautiful women were more often the source of trouble, rather than the solution, but he was willing to try anything at this point.

"Please, join me," the man servant said as the chauffeur opened the door for the sultry looking redhead. "My name is Kipling, and I'm going to take you to your new Master. Please, make yourself comfortable, my dear."

As the limo slowly pulled away from the building, Kipling poured himself a brandy, then turned his attention to the young woman across from him, "Can I get you something to drink, Nadia?"

Nadia was escorted down from the block, as she was met by Yvonne once again. She was led out of the crowded area where another was quick to fill her spot on the block and begin the process of turning around and she could hear the auctioneer begin to repeat the same things over again, her measurements and her experience, then the opening bid.

Yvonne explained to her that her owner would be awaiting her outside in his car. She had no idea who had bought the redheaded beauty but she had hoped it was a Master that would treat her well. Yvonne took a liking to this one, if only she were looking for a Mistress and not a Master, because Yvonne would have paid for her. There was something special about the young girl who was just about to start a whole new journey. Anyone could see it in her eyes. "Keep my card close. If you need me call. Though I have a feeling you will not be back and I mean that in a good way."

She offered Nadia a smile and nodded to a large burly man who came over and helped her with her jacket and escorted her down a long brick hallway much like the one she came walking into earlier that night. The man opened the door and Nadia walked out. There was a limo sitting there with the motor running, the man opened the car door and stepped aside for Nadia to enter the car.

"Please, join me." She heard from the car yet couldn't quite see anyone within it. Nadia lowered her head as she bent to get in, she was scared about her unknown owner. "My name is Kipling, and I'm going to take you to your new Master. Please, make yourself comfortable, my dear." he said as she settled into the seat looking at him. She now knew he was only there to do another's bidding, he wasn't the Master.

The door closed, and she looked at him, he was young and handsome. The limo began to pull away as he poured himself a drink, then offered her one as well. "Water would be fine. Thank you." She took in a deep breath and released the air slowly from within, "It's a pleasure to meet you Kipling. Mind if I ask who you bought me for, and where we are going?"

As Kipling deliberately opened a bottle of water and poured it into a glass, he studied the girl sitting across from him. Nadia. The name, common in France, Italy and Russia, revealed little about her origins, and yet it seemed to fit her. The slightly exotic look of her features, the reddish hair, the slender, sultry grace of her body. Of course, the name might not even be her true name. Then again, perhaps the names we choose for ourselves are the truest reflection of who we are, he thought as he handed her the glass.

Her eyes were dark but alive, and combined with the slight quirk of her full lips gave her the look of someone who always seemed to have a secret, or perhaps someone who was always thinking something humorous, something wicked. Kipling remembered being one of those people, wicked and laughing and not a care in the world, but that was many years ago, the early days of his service to Tristan. Now he was cold and worn and laughter came much less often.

"Mind if I ask who you bought me for, and where we are going?" the redhead asked.

The man servant took a sip of brandy as he considered her question. How much should he tell her about her new master? How much did she really need to know? How much was too much? Sometimes, I wish I didn't know the things I know, Kipling thought. Life might be simpler.

"We are on our way to the Rothchild estate in upper New York," he began. "There you will begin your new life, in service to your new master, Tristan Rothchild. You belong to him now."

After a pause for another sip of brandy, Kipling continued, "Master Rothchild is a good man, firm, but kind and noble. He is a very important man, and unfortunately, he is under a great deal of stress of late. Which, my dear, is where you come in. You were purchased so that you might provide a distraction from his cares, and so that you might pleasure him as needed."

"Do you think you can do that, Nadia, or have I chosen unwisely?" the servant asked as he poured himself more brandy.

Nadia turned and watched out the window of the car, she could feel his eyes moving up and down her giving her a bit of a creepy feeling. Turning back to him, she took the glass of water from him, and offered a smile, "thank you," she said quietly.

They were leaving the city, that much she knew. Nadia always stayed within the city limits basically because everything she knew and needed was a taxi ride or a subway ride away. This was all new area for her, she tried to watch what direction they were going but it was just to late in the night to see anything.

She watched him, he was thinking, contemplating what he was going to say to her which made her wonder who this Master was, was he into something illegal? Was she bought only to be sold into maybe the sex slave trade? Nadia had so much running through her head now, she was scaring herself. She sipped the water and then asked herself if maybe it was drugged. Thinking like this was going to push her into a panic attack or something.

Nadia listened to him, she had never heard of the Rothchild estate or it's owner, Tristan Rothchild. At least she had an idea of the direction they were going, if he was telling the truth. He slowly sipped his drink, and then began to speak again. She wondered his age, what his title or job was to this man, Tristan Rothchild.

Nadia now knew why she was purchased, she was to be a distraction to this man, a slave of pleasure when he needed her to be. She was taking this all in, allowing her brain to process it as quickly as it was able to and almost missed his question to her.

Taking a few moments to think as he did when she asked him questions, she watched him finish his drink and pour another. "Yes, I can do that Kipling. You have no chosen unwisely at all." Nadia spoke clearly, precisely and with confidence. She felt her throat go dry, and took another sip of the water and looked to him.

"As you heard when the auctioneer spoke, I am new to this lifestyle, I lack the experience other have. If that is going to be an issue then we should turn around now and take me back and you can get what you paid for back I would think." She gave him her big dark eyes, her lashed long and full fluttered. "Although saying that, I have confidence in myself that I can serve well given half the chance for one who is still learning."

Nadia waited to see if he would tell the driver to turn around, or even just drop her off at the side of the road. her stomach churned hard, and she could feel the water sloshing around within it making her a bit nauseous.

Kipling was a bit surprised by the girl's response, and perhaps a bit amused as well. She was more bold than he would have expected from a supposed submissive, and yet he had the distinct impression that behind the confident facade she displayed, Nadia might not be quite so sure of herself. She was certainly beautiful enough to capture any man's attention, and if she was a bit of a mystery, all the better to keep Tristan's attention, he decided.

He certainly couldn't blame the redhead for being a bit uncertain, considering she was essentially leaving everything she'd ever known behind for a life with a Master she'd never even laid eyes on. Kipling tried to remember how he had felt when he had first come to live at the Rothchild estate, oh so many years ago. There had been butterflies in his stomach of course, but beyond that he couldn't say what thoughts might have raced through his childlike mind as they'd crossed the river and turned up the cobblestone road that led to the main house.

Soon enough, the limo carrying Kipling and Nadia took that same turn, leaving behind the wooded lane and slowly pulling up the cobblestone road lined with stone walls. The man servant watched the girl's face as they passed beneath the stone arch and the grand architecture of the main house came fully in to view.

"So, what do you think of your new home?" he finally asked as the limo pulled to a stop and the two of them stepped out.

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Nadia peered into the darkness, her stomach was hurting from not only nervousness but fear. She was second guessing her life, second guessing the choice she had made when she stepped up on the auction block not to long ago. She started to breathe heavier, she could feel a panic attack in the making. Nadia closed her eyes and took another drink telling herself she was fine, everything was okay and that her new Master wasn't going to kill her or sell her off trying to calm her nerves.

Everything she had known was no more unless for some reason this didn't work out, would she be able to go back, would he get the money back that he paid for her? Would she have to pay back the amount to have her freedom back or was this a done deal? Hell, she thought, she didn't even know what he had paid for her to begin with and wasn't about to ask unless a day came that she had to.

Nadia felt the road beneath them go from smooth to bumpy as they turned off a main road lined with woods. She knew if she had to she could not find her way back to the city, she was way out of her home area. She needed to realize that she no longer lived in the city, she also needed to get it into her head she was no longer in control of her own person. Her Master owned every bit of her, body, mind and soul.

The limousine slowed down as they drove under a stone archway, she turned and looked back watching it grow smaller and smaller as they continued the drive. Nadia turned back around and she couldn't see the best in the darkness but as they got closer, she realized that the house wasn't a normal house that she expected, but a castle. Actually she didn't know what to expect to be honest, but it wasn't this.

The car stopped and the driver came around and opened the door, Nadia tied her coat closed as the night air grew colder than what it was in the city. She couldn't take it all in, it was a massive, beautiful stone castle that she would have never guessed even existed here in New York. "So, what do you think of your new home?" She heard Kipling ask her.

Nadia dropped her head back so she could look all the way to the top of it and then dropped her eyes back down. "It's, it's just incredible." she replied back to him letting him lead as she would follow along. Nadia wrapped her arms around herself trying to stop the chills that moved through her. Now she was wondering how old her Master was, she couldn't see a younger male living in the castle, more an older man of eighty which didn't make her feel any better, her nerves were kicking into overdrive.

"The chef, chauffeur, and maid live in the servant's quarters just there," Kipling explained motioning toward a lower building that was only connected to the main house by a paved path. Despite the fact the servant quarters were four stories, the building was dwarfed by the main house which Kipling explained had eleven levels in total, counting the two below ground.

"Master Rothchild and myself are the only occupants of the main house," the man servant noted as he led her into the house, the front door opening into an incredibly ornate, if somewhat outdated, grand foyer with a stair case that snaked up the right wall. "And of course, you will join us in the main house," he added awkwardly, perhaps betraying the fact that he was more than a little uncomfortable with the somewhat sordid nature of her purpose, as well as the fact that he was not necessarily comfortable with the idea of sharing Tristan or his attention.

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"We'll have time for a more extensive tour tomorrow, I think. For now, I will show you to your room," Kipling commented as he gestured for the young woman to follow him up the stairs. Despite his intent to avoid overwhelming the newcomer with an extensive tour, the man servant found himself pointing out several key locations as they slowly wound their way to Nadia's rooms on the seventh floor. There were of course dozens of unused guest rooms, as well as dozens of lavatories, three libraries, a fencing room, studies, offices, a map room, and so on.

Kipling knew every room, even those that had not been used in decades. He knew every book in the libraries, every tapestry, every piece of furniture. The Rothchild estate was his life. Rarely over the last few years had he had the opportunity to welcome some one into this part of his life. He found himself enjoying the opportunity despite his apprehension about having the woman in the house.

Eventually they reached the seventh floor, and more specifically the end of a long, dark hallway and a nondescript wooden door. The slender servant pulled a key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock. A soft click later and Kipling was leading Nadia into her new bedroom.

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"I hope you'll find everything to your liking. Modifications can be made of course," he said as he stepped to the side to allow the young woman to pass into the bedroom. "If there is anything you need..."

Kipling stopped short when he realized that they were not alone. Shrouded in shadows, Tristan stood in front of the double windows near the queen sized bed, his back to the door. In his hands he held a small box, metal, with an intricate design engraved in the top. At the sound of Kipling and Nadia entering the room, the tall, dark haired man placed the small box on the window seal, then slowly turned to face the other two.

"Master, I didn't realize that you had returned," the man servant commented, clearly caught off guard.

"I only just returned within the hour myself," Tristan replied as he stepped in Nadia's direction. Stopping a few feet from the lithe redhead, he studied her for a long moment before turning to speak to Kipling. "You may leave us."

To his credit, Kipling didn't hesitate to bow and quietly back out of the small bedroom. A soft click later, and Tristan was alone with the young woman.

"What is your name?" the master asked, turning his attention back to his new slave, his eyes locking onto hers.

"The chef, chauffeur, and maid live in the servant's quarters just there," Kipling said as he pointed out the other lower buildings to her. The castle was huge, bigger than she thought it was from the drive up to it. In all actuality, Nadia had no knowledge of even what to expect inside. The only time she had seen insides of a castle were in old vampire movies on cable that she used to watch on Creature Double feature reruns on a Sunday, and most of those were in black and white.

Nadia knew she could easily get lost, her sense of direction wasn't the greatest, especially at the moment when she felt skittish and nervous as they entered the grand home. He explained that he and her new Master were the only two that lived in the main home and that she will be the third to join them. Nadia sensed that he may have not wanted her there, it was either the way he spoke or his body language that made her fell as if she were an intruder into their lives. It was as if he didn't wish to share this man that has now placed claim upon her.

He opened the door and they walked into the foyer, she thought it was just best to listen and not speak, or to speak as little as possible. The door closed behind her and she swallowed hard, they began to walk towards the stairs as she looked around not believing how elaborate the home really was for just the two men. She walked close yet kept a distance, following him and listening as he pointed rooms out to her. Every hallway seemed to be never ending, to her it was a maze and she was a mouse making her way through it. It was dark, not well lit at all then again it was after midnight. At least in the foyer she was able to see the grandeur , and how everything was golden in color, darker tones.

There was an awful lot of steps, so many she lost count as they walked up them. When they finally hit the floor her room was on she knew that they were seven floors up, which was just amazing. Nadia watched as he pulled a key from his pocket and put it into the keyhole of the door knob, she wondered is he was going to lock her in there once she stepped in making her hesitant to enter.

Even if she wanted to run, she would need to find her way back out, which would be impossible. The click to Nadia echoed on and on, she could feel her heart beating, no pounding in her chest as the door opened. he stepped inside first, and spoke "I hope you'll find everything to your liking. Modifications can be made of course, If there is anything you need..." He stepped aside allowing her to step by him and look around.

Nadia didn't know what to think, the room was so big. She could have easily fit more than one of her apartments into it. It reminded her of an old Irish castle bedroom, it was romantic in its own way. The room had both a feel of masculinity as well as feminine. It seemed cozy and had a curtain bed, she knew that in Irish castles those were used on cold nights, to close them to keep the warmth within. Being part Irish she knew a little about her heritage and wondered if he was Irish as well or she just bought it furnished as it was. Her parents were Russian and Irish, a crazy combination she had always thought.

Turning to look at Kipling, she realized he had stopped speaking in mid sentence. She turned back around to where he was looking and realized they were not alone which caught Nadia off guard. She took a step back towards the doorway a little closer to Kipling. Once Kipling spoke out she then knew who the man in the shadows was. It was obvious Kipling had not counted on him being there when he opened the door, she noticed a change in his demeanor as well and in the tone of his voice when he spoke to her new Master.

Nadia stepped forth again, and she could see him a bit better, she listened to the tone in his voice, as he stood there watching them. He then stepped towards Nadia and all in the same time he dismissed the only other person she knew in her new life as a servant, a slave to a man, her Master. Nadia dropped her eyes, as she waited for Kipling to leave, feeling another set upon her, she felt him looking his new slave over and didn't even need to lift her eyes to see.

The click was heard again, she felt her heart race once more within her chest, she then wondered if she was locked in, unable to escape. it was then she lifted her eyes to look to him, "What is your name?" he asked as their eyes made contact.

"Nadia." She replied to him.

"Welcome to my home, Nadia," Tristan responded, with perhaps less warmth that he intended. "I trust that Kipling has given you at least an abbreviated tour of the house. This is, of course, your room. If there is anything you lack, simply let Kipling know and he will see to it."

"There is a bell on the side table," he said, motioning toward a small, silver bell that sat nearby. The bell was covered in an intricate pattern of leaves and vines, but otherwise appeared unremarkable. "A single ring should be enough to summon assistance if you need any."

As his last word faded, the room grew quiet and Tristan found himself studying the beautiful young woman in front of him. She was enchanting, with her red hair, and her intense eyes and slender, lithe body. He took a step toward her, but stopped himself from moving any closer.

"I will visit you in this room upon occasion, but predominantly our meetings will take place in the Black Room," he explained, breaking the silence as he finally pulled his eyes away from Nadia. "The door there to the left of the fireplace leads to a small staircase. At the top lies the Black Room."

Slipping his hands into his pockets, Tristan grew quiet again, his face pensive as if trying to make a difficult decision. "I have some pressing business, and I'm sure you would like an opportunity to freshen up after your journey. Meet me in, shall we say, two hours in the Black Room? The box on the window is for you. Please wear it tonight."

"Until then," the tall, dark haired man said before bowing his head to the redhead and then brushing past her to the door.

"Welcome to my home, Nadia, I trust that Kipling has given you at least an abbreviated tour of the house. This is, of course, your room. If there is anything you lack, simply let Kipling know and he will see to it." He said to her which made her wonder if she was able to return home to retrieve her clothing, and all her other personal items. Nadia would ask when the time was appropriate.

"Yes Sir," she replied and listened to him continue.

When he spoke of the bell Nadia wasn't very comfortable ringing it for assistance except maybe to help her find her way around. She would need to know her boundaries, what she could and could not due, this was all so, so new to her that her head was spinning about one hundred miles an hour.

Nadia looked to him, she listened and she answered with two words which were 'yes sir'. She was a fish out of water and the body of water happened to be the whole damn ocean, didn't matter the body they were all gigantic in size.

He stepped forth and looked her over slowly, he was accessing his item of purchase or she should say Kipling bought for him. "I will visit you in this room upon occasion, but predominantly our meetings will take place in the Black Room," He then said as he glanced in the direction he was speaking. Nadia turned her head and looked then looked back to him. She wondered what the 'black' room was. She was guessing since she was here as nothing more than slave meat it had to do with BDSM.

Her voice was soft as she spoke, "Yes Sir" she said letting him know she was listening and understood.

Her eyes lowered, she watched his hands slip into his pockets as the room was total silence. Lifting them again she looked at him, his expression was one that looked as if he was trying to decide on something. "I have some pressing business, and I'm sure you would like an opportunity to freshen up after your journey. Meet me in, shall we say, two hours in the Black Room? The box on the window is for you. Please wear it tonight."

"Yes Sir," she responded as he then said his goodbye and he walked past her and out the door.

The odd part was she wanted to shower but she had nothing else to wear. She had no clue if she was to wear the same thing or perhaps naked, bare footed? There was so much not answered, plus the night was turning into morning soon enough and she was feeling tiredness and hoped that she would be able to sleep soon enough.

Undressing she placed her jacket and lace bodysuit over the back of the chair, she put her boots aside and stood naked in the room just looking around. She glanced at the box, the clock and back to the box again and wondered what was in it, but she wasn't curious enough to look as of yet, she instead went into the bathroom and took a hot shower.

The water felt good running over her naked flesh, she closed her eyes and just stood there for what seemed a very long time, she found shampoo and soap and washed up. Once finished she stepped out and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel looking at herself in the mirror, her stomach ached with pain, between hunger and nerves she thought she would throw up.

finding a brush she brushed her red tress, looking at herself and then trying to smile. Nadia had no clue how this was going to be for her. She tried to convince herself it was going to be a journey, one that she was to take, to learn. With the towel wrapped around her, she walked over to the window and looked at the Beautifully hand chased southeast Asian silver decorative box. She lifted it carefully and it was just the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

The whole piece has been completely hand chased with various birds, flowers and embellishments. The lid is tight to the body and the underside is engraved with an interesting image of a deity or god underneath a tree. Nadia was mesmerized by the box. She was scared she would drop it, break it and what was in it.

Nadia sat in the center of the bed, crossed her legs and carefully placed the box before her. She wasn't sure what to expect when opening it but she did, slowly. Once the lid was up she admired the beautiful collar within it. She lifted it out within her fingertips, and just looked it over. It was her first collar and she would hope her only.

The construction was very sturdy and it had a touch of class to it least to her. She thought it could be worn with any style of clothing or look beautiful when just nude. It was simple, but it excited her as soon as her fingertips touched it. There was a O-ring and a simple hook closure, and Nadia didnlt wish to just wear it. She wished for her new Master to be the one to place it around her neck, which was what she was told was the proper way.

Nadia placed the collar back in the box, she was going to defy her Master, not that she wanted to but she wanted this to be perfect, she wanted to know that feeling when her first Master placed that collar around her claiming his ownership of her very being.

Looking at the time, she stood, her hair still damp, her body naked, as she walked with the silver box in hand. She opened the door and peered into almost darkness, there was very little light, enough for her to see where she was going. The steps were made of big heavy stone, she could tell right there and then the age of the castle. Her bared breasts moved with each step she took, she was shaven almost fully, just a thin strip left.

The stone was cold on her bared feet as she walked up following the twisting case. Once at the top she looked into the room, a very simple chandelier hung down in the center with small tear drop dim bulbs in it. She carefully walked in and nearly tripped over the large stone in the center of the room. Nadia took a deep breath and knelt down, that was when she noticed the chain as well.

Nadia placed the box on the stone before her where she knelt, she opened the lips and waited for him. She had hoped he wouldn't be displeased with her for feeling like what she was doing was the right choice. Nadia wished to have a chance to explain before he was maybe angry with her for her disobeying his direct order.

She lifted her eyes and there he stood, he was wearing a black suit and from what Nadia could tell it was wrinkled everywhere like he was sleeping in it for three days. There was no tie either. She starred at him and wasn't sure what to say but swallowed hard and did as her whole body shook from nerves, he would be able to hear it in her voice. "M-Master, This one is sorry for disobeying, she wishes her first Master to collar her himself. She understands if he doesn't and she will do so as told if that is what Master wishes."

After a brief visit to the Map room, Tristan retired to his private study, a half dozen rolled up maps under one arm. His recent business trip, which had begun as a fact finding mission, had left him with more questions than answers, and he was of a mind that some of those might lie in the collection of maps. The maps had belonged to his father, perhaps to his father before him, though Tristan couldn't say since he'd never known his grandfather. In fact, he'd barely known his father.

August Rothchild had been a tall man, even taller than his son, but where Tristan was quiet, often distant, August had been a man of mirth and smiles and enduring positivity, or at least that was how Tristan remembered him. His father had died when Tristan was a child of five years, leaving the boy to be raised by his uncle and the staff of the Rothchild estate. Tristan's mother, Esmeralda, had died in a tragic car accident when he was only a baby.

After more than an hour spent pouring over the series of maps and surveys, making marks and recording notes in his journal, Tristan finally pushed away from his desk, once again rubbing his eyes. He reached for a cup of coffee that had long since grown cold and lifted it to his lips, taking a long sip. Placing the cup back on the desk, he rose from his chair with a heavy sigh.

"Enough for tonight," he said to the empty room as he turned the desk lamp off and made his way to the door, locking it behind him. After ten minutes of trudging down hallways, up stairs and down, the master of the house found himself sitting in a black, metal chair in the darkened corner of the Black Room, awaiting the arrival of his new house guest. He didn't have to wait long.

Nadia emerged from the opposite side of the room, stepping gracefully into the light at the center of the room. The yellow light bathed her naked skin and caused her hair to shimmer. She was exquisite, not that Tristan was surprised. As unsure as Kipling was about bringing the girl into the house, he knew his servant would never fail to deliver on that which was asked.

Cloaked in shadow, the dark haired master watched as the young woman lowered herself to her knees in the center of the room, placing the box in front of her. He noticed that she hadn't worn the collar, though she had, apparently, brought it with her. It was then that he realized his mistake. A true submissive would never had wanted to place her own collar on. He had known that once, but it had been many years since that particular relationship had ended.

Stepping silently from the darkness to stand in front of Nadia, Tristan let his eyes roam across the slender, smooth lines of her body before her eyes finally lifted to meet his.

"M-Master, This one is sorry for disobeying, she wishes her first Master to collar her himself. She understands if he doesn't and she will do so as told if that is what Master wishes," the girl ventured, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

He stared at her for a long moment, assessing the genuineness of her explanation, then stepped forward without a word and scooped the box from the ground. Circling around behind Nadia, Tristan opened the box and removed the collar. Tossing the box to the side, the metal rattling loudly against the stone floor, he leaned down and slipped the collar around her neck, holding her long red hair out of the way.

The sound of the collar snapping shut seemed to echo ominously in the hollow of the room. As the sound finally faded it was replaced by the sound of Tristan's footsteps as he circled back in front of the kneeling slave, the metal chain clasped in his right hand. He stepped closer to her this time, towering over her bowed head. With his left hand he reached down and tilted her chin up so that she was looking up into his face. Then, reaching down with his right hand he carefully attached the end of the chain to the ring on her collar.

His hand still holding the chain, Tristan slowly pulled the beautiful young woman to her feet, her body brushing against his as she stood. Even as he found himself preoccupied by the feel of her breasts rising and falling against his body, he stared into her fiery eyes.

"You are mine now," he said flatly. It was not a question. There was no doubt. There was no hesitation.

Stepping back from Nadia, Tristan allowed his gaze to slowly trail down from her face to her bare chest, then down over her smooth, flat stomach, past her sex, along the slender curves of her legs. He circled around her, feasting on every inch of her beauty, taking in the sight of his new possession. His new prize. Then, having completed the circle he once again stood in front of Nadia, his eyes locked on hers.

"Kipling chose well," he commented before reaching out and gently teasing one of her nipples with a finger. Stepping closer again, his hand covered her breast and squeezed, her nipple pressed against his palm. Moving close enough that his mouth was next to her ear, Tristan slowly let his hand slide down off her chest, down between her legs.

When she looked up and he said nothing after asking him to place the collar around her neck instead of her doing it she felt a tremble move through her body. Nada was afraid she had already displeased him before she even had a chance to serve him. She swallowed hard and awaited a punishment or something to come from him.

He bent forth to accept the silver ornate box she had placed on the stone, she could feel her body tense up tightly, every muscle tight. Nada closed her eyes and waited, she could feel his eyes upon her flesh yet when she opened her eyes he was just a shadow to her, the light not allowing her to see his face from where she was kneeling. it was so hard for her to kneel there in silence not knowing what was to come. It was as if certain senses were disabled and she had hoped her other's picked up for them.

Nada could hear his shoes upon the flooring as she stepped and walked around her, she felt that tremble within her again, a shiver followed up along her spine and her eyes closed again. She had prayed she had done the right thing, but being so new she just wasn't sure of herself and her actions. She could hear him opening the box and removing the collar, she crossed her fingers on both hands and awaited his next move.

The silver box hit the floor, it made a series of loud distinctive sounds that echoed in the black room. Her shoulders tensed up and she once more swallowed hard and could feel tears wanting to well up within her eyes.

Nada felt the collar slip around her neck, and it was only then she released a breath that she had been holding for what seemed forever. He lifted her long red locks aside as he started a journey for her, a new path she would take aside him, behind him or before him....as it would be his choice where she will be.

The click of the collar locking around her neck sounded off in a series of echoes just like the box when it hit the floor and rolled across it. He moved again, she listened to his steps hearing which direction he moved. Nada's eyes cast downwards, she looked to his shoes as she waited for him to speak or make a move.

Another step forth was taken my him, her Master. She felt a feeling in her gut that was never felt before when he officially collared her, claiming her as his property, his possession, his slave. Nada would no longer think of this man as just a name, he was truly her master, and she felt happy about it, why she wondered she wasn't sure but perhaps this was a union that was meant to be.

Finally he touched her, she felt his hand reach under her chin and raise it so her eyes could meet with his once again. She starred deeply into them but everything just seemed dark in the black room. His shadow cast over her making everything darker, seemingly more intense. Nada's Master connected the chain to the ring on her collar, she could feel the added weight around her neck.

With the help and lead of the chain, Master pulled her upwards to her feet before him. Nada wasn't sure if she should cast her eyes down or look directly to Master, she chose down till something was said between them. She could feel his rumpled suit against her flesh as she stood before him ready to serve as he pleased.

"You are mine now,"he said to her in a direct, strict and serious voice. A dominate one.

Nada heard him move, his shoes upon the floor as her Master took a step back and he looked over her once again. Each step heard as she circled her. Looking his prize over once again as if to be inspecting her. "Kipling chose well," he said, pleased with who his man servant purchased for their Master.

Nada felt his fingers upon her erect pink nub, teasing it as it grew to its hardest point quickly from his touch. next he pressed his hand over her breast and squeezed as his body towered over hers. His head moved aside hers as each breath released could be heard and felt. between the touch to her breasts and his heated breaths upon her flesh she released a very soft moan.

Master slid his hand down her smooth stomach. Nada tried hard to stand still and not move while he did, everything just seemed so erotic and it was not a time where she wasn't able to move or speak as she pleased. Nada wanted to please him, her eyes closed and she just listened to his breathing, her flesh felt as if it tingled where his hand and fingers trailed. He excited her fast and she could feel it between her thighs. he would be able to tell not only by the moistness between her creamy toned thighs but her breathing quickened as well.

It had been years since Tristan had held a woman in his arms, smelled the scent of her hair and her skin, felt the flutter of her heart in her chest, heard the short, gasped breaths of her arousal, felt her body trembling against his own as his finger pushed into her. More than six years in fact. Six long years to live without the warmth and beauty of a woman's body, to live without the taste of her lips on his own, the softness of her flesh against his, the curves of her breasts in his hands, known the intimacy of giving her pleasure...

As Tristan slipped his finger deeper into Nadia, his palm rubbing against the swell of her mound, he turned her body until the redheaded girl was facing away from him. He pulled her tight against his chest, tight enough that his growing arousal pressed firmly against her buttocks, even as his free hand found one of her breasts and squeezed it possessively.

His lips found the side of her neck and for a moment Tristan lost himself in the taste of her skin against his tongue, the soft warmth of her skin against his cheek. In that moment he wanted to consume her utterly, to feast on her until his hunger was fully sated.

"You will cum for me, Nadia," Tristan said into her ear as he curled his finger up into the warm folds of her sex. "It will be the first gift of many that your body will yield to me...to your new Master."

Nadia gasped, her breasts rose and her stomach sucked in when she felt his long fingers delve partially within her wet hole. She could feel his cock resting between her bared cheeks. Nadia opened her eyes and she peered into the darkness, feeling her pussy muscles clench around his fingers, eager to have them inside her as her stomach fluttered from the touch of this man.

A slow lingering breath released from her soft natural pink lips as she bit her bottom lip and felt his fingers go in deeper till his palm was rested against her bare mound. She slowly turned her, her rounded bottom was pressing against his groin area. Nadia wanted to hump his fingers, to ride them knowing it wouldn't take much till she reached an orgasm.

Her rounded firm cheeks fit perfectly in line with his ground area, like two pieces of a puzzle finally being placed together in a match. Nadia felt his erect prick between her cheeks as she stood still before him pressed tightly feeling each breath he took and expelled, hers feel inline along with them. His arm came up pressing against her body as his hand found her breasts and he squeezed one and then the other as she whimpered softly.

Nadia felt his hot breath upon the side of her neck, it moved like a wave across her smooth soft flesh. her body trembled as his tongue lay flat against her flesh and moved ever so lightly upon it as her knees weakened and her body tingled, her snatch muscles tightened around his fingers like a vise.

"You will cum for me, Nadia," He said into hr ear in this whispering direct tone. Everything about her new Master was erotic, he was the puppet master and Nadia was his puppet, when he pulled the strings she moved as directed. She felt his fingers curl within her, she sucked in a breath and held it listening to him as his hot breath was released to her ear giving her goose bumps in a pleasurable way. "It will be the first gift of many that your body will yield to me...to your new Master." He said.

Her Master had no idea that his new pet was at a point where all he had to do was demand her to cum and she was to a point she most likely would with a few pumps of his fingers inside her wanton hole. In fact that's what she wanted, Nadia wanted to please him, she could feel the electricity throughout her body as it touched his. "Yes Sir," she replied in a whispering soft tone.

As Nadia's whispered submission fell from her lips, Tristan felt the remaining vestiges of tension or apprehension fade from the young woman's body. Her knees weakened slightly causing her body to lean more heavily against his own, she no longer made an attempt to muffle her moans or control her breathing, her thighs parted just a fraction more at the invasion of his hand. In that moment she gave herself to him, and trusted him with her life.

The Master's hand, which had been cupped possessively around one breasts, slowly slid to the point of that breasts until her nipple was pinched between two fingers and his thumb. He pinched tightly as his fingers pulled outward, her breasts trembling ever so slightly. Simultaneously, Tristan pushed a second finger into Nadia's sex, and began to thrust them rapidly in and out of her slick folds, spreading her open even as the heel of his hand rubbed against her clitoris.

As the hand between the young woman's legs began to move faster and delve deeper, Tristan let his lips and tongue glide from the base of her neck up to her ear, "Cum for me, Nadia, cum for me..."

It was almost pitch darkness as she stood there, only a small amount of light had shinned in the room casting shadows upon bits and pieces of the walls and floor. Nadia's breathing feel in rhythm with her Masters.

He was the one she thought, this was her path to have taken to a whole new life and journey along side Master. Every bit of her body was his, she trembled as his hands mapped a course upon her body till their final destination.

His large hand cupped her breasts, his finger and thumb pinched her erect nub between them and he pulled it out as Nadia bit her bottom lips and closed her eyes. She felt another finger join the first, pushing into her wet hole, stretching it every so slightly. Her feet parted an inch making room for his hand as his palm pressed against her over stimulated clit.

Nadia wanted to move her hips as her Master plunged his fingers in and out of her wet pussy, a pussy that he now owned like every bit of her being. She tried hard not to move her hips, to allow them to dance in the darkness with his plunging fingers.

It was very hard for her to hold there and just let him take her over, it wasn't that she was his, but she had never had to obey like she was. To her it excited her, her gut told her she was his to serve him as he seen fit.

Nadia tightened her cunt muscles around his fingers and then released only to repeat. She sucked her Master's digits in like they were his cock. The faster his fingers thrust in and out the closer she came to getting off, to reach her pinnacle of pleasure.

His hot breath on the nape of her next was erotic, she felt his lips, his tongue travel upwards to her ear. As he breathed within it she trembled again and goose-bumps grew immediately upon her flesh."Cum for me, Nadia, cum for me..." master said to his pet, and it was then as his fingers drove inside her that she left go every bit of her inner being to him and came on command. "Yes Master," released with a whimper and cry, almost inaudible.

Her breathing became erratic, her moans and gasps grew louder and her pussy muscles sucked his fingers as if she wanted more. Nadia wanted to please him more than she had ever wanted to please anyone in her life. She gave everything till her body wouldn't give no more. It was once she finished her body felt limp, her knees almost buckled under her and she opened her eyes trying to control her breathing.