In Servitude

[makofin]

For months I had waited for this moment. I had plotted, schemed, coerced, blackmailed....used whatever means necessary to pocess this beautiful female...this spoiled, pampered, married, faithful, innocent woman, who was now mine for the taking.....

There was no rush...I entered her slowly...yes, she was tight...and hot....so wet that I slid in with ease. Inch after inch. I smiled when Angelique's hips rose off the cushions, straining upwards as if to impale herself on me...eagerly taking more of my thick, hard cock inside her sweet pussy. I reached down and with the help of my hand, moved my swollen dick in circles....not quite ready to go any futher, in spite of the movement of her hips. I addressed Kyle, who was still holding his wife's legs open for me, excitement visable in his eyes.
" Do you see what you are missing ? What you gave up? Go sit in the corner. I can handle this myself." I gave him a wicked grin as I dismissed him.
Holding her ankles now, I felt Angel relax somewhat...but suddenly her cunt tightened around my shaft, gripping me. All motion ceased for a second or two.
"What does my naughty little maid want." I asked.
"You know what I want."
" Say it." I demanded.
She hesitated.....before almost screaming, " I want...you to....fuck my pussy."
How could I refuse such a request.
I gritted my teeth as I began to thrust deeper....harder...and faster. I seized the forgotten chain lease between my teeth, so I could cup her ass cheeks in both hands, to lift her to me. Angelique's legs spread open wide, one leg over the back of the couch, using it for leverage to meet my thrusts. Then I felt her fingernails sink into the flesh of my back....unfazed, I continued to pound her pussy....
" YES...DAMN YOU!!!"
" Is that what you want?" I gave the chain a pull before letting it drop to the side. To my surprise Angel unfastened the clamps so she could pinch her own nipples. I didn't care...I would punish her with my cock. I gazed down at her....I noticed how beautiful her face was...the long eyelashes covering her closed eyes...the full lips pursed as if to kiss something...I was struck with the urge to fill her completely....I bent over to kiss her, forcing my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues collided.....
The pace slowed...although they became more forceful...longer...powerful. Breathing heavily, I broke the kiss...
" Oh God....no one... has ever done me.... like this." Angel panted.
I paused, buried to the hilt, enjoying the sensation....of being inside her silky cunt. Feeling my strength.....
" Please Drake...Sir....don't stop !!!" she pleaded.
I resumed my measured strokes......fighting for control....then I felt the liqiud heat...felt her whole body tense....as Angelique cummed all over my cock !!!

 

[msboy8]

Kyle

Kyle obeyed Mr. Mc Finn's command and got behind Angelique holding her legs wide open for him. Kyle held each of the legs from behind her. His nose was pressed tight in the crack of her shapely ass. He wasn't going to complain, his erection just grew harder and longer. Mr. Mc Finn had his swollen cock inside Angelique's wet pussy.

Finally, what Kyle thought would , but didn't want to, happened. Mr. Mc Finn yelled to him, " Do you see what you are missing ? What you gave up? Go sit in the corner. I can handle this myself." Kyle went to the corner his dick pushing out of the butler pants in front of him. Mr. Mc Finn's jibe hurt a little, but Kyle was getting used to that. He had Angelique and Kyle had to be punished for his foolishness. It just had to be.

Kyle sat in the corner watching Mc Finn fucked Angelique, making her beg him to continue. She was loving this and came spreading her cum all over his thrusting cock.

It appeared that Angelique too had accepted her future, enabling Mr. Mc Finn to enjoy the spoils of his victories at his leasure.

 

[makofin]

YOUR MOVE.....

We were only in the second day of training, and I was finding this situation intolerable. In the last two days I hadn't been served a decent meal , my manservant Kyle could not cook to save his life, and when he thoughtfully suggested that Angelique should do the cooking, well... she became furious, screaming some nonsense about how she was tired of waiting on a bunch of lazy male dogs, and some other choice insults I won't repeat at this time, all directed at Kyle.
Needless to say this little scene resulted in Angelique's first trip down into the dungeon....tired of take-out, I decided to hire a live in cook. Although this could prove to be difficult, finding someone that I could trust in my home, I instructed Kyle to look into this as soon as possiable. { Yes I could easily command Angelique to cook as one of her duties, but for various reasons I didn't want to wear her out when she had other responsibilitys.} Thus, we'll see what happens.....
Which brings me to my other problem....Angelique herself. While quickly subdued in the dungeon, later that night as she was preparing to bathe me in the master bath, well it seems my devoted little slave expects certain rewards...for her devotion to me. Such as...a manicure, her hair done at a salon, permission to visit a tanning salon, to get a bikini wax, and some new clothes would be nice, as in a shopping trip to Carmel. In other words, she needed to get out of the house.
I did not promise her anything.....

Not to mention the fact that I had been unable to get in touch with an old rival of mine about the upcoming secret exclusive slave auction being held in San Francisco.

Take a straight and stronger course to the corner of your life,
Make the white queen run so fast....
She doesn't have time ...to make you wise.

Cause it's time in time with your time,
and the new's is ...capture....for the Queen to use

Move me on to any black square,
Use me any time you want.
Just remember that the goal
Is for us to capture...all we want.....

 

[angelique127]

THE HUMAN ELEMENT

I carefully climbed down the crude steps made in the rocky cliff that led to the secluded beach. I was overjoyed at the prospect of being permitted a few hours of freedom to work on my tan, and some time to myself to try to sort things out. Where could I go anyway, the sandy alcove was surrounded by rocks.....
Spreading the blanket on the sand, I removed my dress over my head to stand naked on the windy beach. I felt the bright sun's rays touch me all over.. Just then a large powerful wave crashed upon the rocks, spraying me with tiny drops of sea water. I moved my blanket back a yard or two, to lie on my back soaking up the rays, listening to the hypnotic waves of the ocean.

Yes, I had escaped the house but I knew HE was watching me... it seemed Drake saw every move I made. I knew that there were cameras in every room in the house. It was all too complicated... unbelievable, this turn of events. Never, in a thousand years did I imagine something like this could even happen..... let alone happen to me. To be treated like a piece of property... a domestic servant or slave if you will. To be owned by this MAN!!!! Denied everything dear to me, life's luxuries that I felt I deserved, that I was entitled to.

Oh yes, I resented Drake, my so called master, the one who drugged me, to help control me, so that I couldn't think straight most of the time. The one who lorded over me, that thought I existed only to do HIS bidding and to jump at HIS every command. The arrogant son of a bitch who... brought me to orgasm just by simply touching me?? NO.... best not even think about that ...the one who spanked me for such minor infractions, who treated me like a little girl. Oh God, I hated him... and Kyle even more so............

and I had the feeling it was just beginning...

 

[msboy8]

Kyle

Mr. Mc Finn did NOT like how or what I cooked. And dinner was late last night. Not Kyle's fault he couldn't figure out which wine went best with Franks and Beans, which he didn't like anyway. Maybe Kyle should have tried tacos?

Then late last night when Kyle was just starting to relax, his hard cock, nestled in his rosy palm, visions of Angelique being fucked dancing in his head, he was called by Mr. Mc Finn. Kyle quickly got dressed and wemt to Mr. Mc Finn's room, hoping that his still hard dick wouldn't be noticed.

Mr. Mc Finn at once started berating him. "You are, with out a doubt, the world's worst cook! Not only can't you make it right, but your idea of edible food is sad. Who ever heard of Franks & Beans? NO wine goes with them, they are not real food!", shouted Mr. Mc Finn. Kyle said that he was sorry after he finished. Kyle didn't think he should ask about the tacos.

"Tomorrow", Mr. Mc Finn instructed Kyle, "you will find a suitable live-in cook. Call the appropriate agencies. She is to come in a cab, I will pay, tell her we don't have parking for extra cars here. When she gets here , you will instruct her in her duties, and then send her in to me for menu preparation."

"Do you understand?, asked Mr. Mc Finn. "Yes sir", answered Kyle, anything else sir?" Mr.Mc Finn looked pointedly at Kyle's bulging crotch, " Stop playing with yourself!"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates, III

I'd been out of the country vacationing in Germany and had returned as I knew that the underground slave auction would being held in the very near future.

The auction is held at a different location every year and this year it would be at a currently undisclosed location somewhere in San Francisco, one of my favorite cities to visit in the US and one with a very active BDSM community. A community that by and large would have no idea about the auction as it was by invitation only and the bidders were from the international very wealthy elite in their respective countries.

Having sold my software developement company, although I still hold stock in it and supply newly software I develope just to keep my hand in and because it's fun to write, for a nine figure amount of money I was invited annually.

Once I'd settled back in my Cascade Mountain retreat I found a message from a friendly rival in the auction bidding and faxed Drake the next day. I'd developed my own encryption program and shared it with a select few, which included Drake, so I wasn't worried about someone intercepting and reading it and could speak plainly.

The fax read, "Hi Drake you old SOB, how the hell have you been. Just back from Germany where I spent some time with Master Wolfgang and he asked me to pass on his greeting to you.
"You're still planning on attending the auction I hope. I haven't seen you in quite awhile and look forward to having a drink with you and perhaps bidding against you too. *L
Hope to hear from you and see you soon,
Gill"

That taken care of I went into the computer room and worked on a new spyware program I was writing before a workout and swim in the indoor pool in the solarium.

When I checked the fax machine later on I found one from Drake and read...

 

[makofin]

FAX TO GILL BATES>

SENT: 27 APRIL

HOW WAS GERMANY AND WOLFGANG ? DID YOU PURCHASE ANY QAULITY MERCHANDISE . GLAD TO HEAR YOU ARE FINALLY RETIRING IT IS ABOUT TIME. ANYWAY THE ANNUAL EVENT IS APPROACHING SOON AND AS YOU KNOW IT WILL BE HELD IN SAN FRANCISCO THIS YEAR. WHICH IS A MERE TWO HOUR DRIVE BY LIMO FROM MONTEREY.SINCE YOU WILL NO DOUBT BE ATTENDING I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE TO VISIT FIRST. WARNING; AT THIS TIME I HAVE YET TO FIND A SUITABLE COOK, BUT HAVE FOUND THE PERFECT HOSTESS-WILL EXPLAIN THE SITUATION IN PERSON. IN CLOSING HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON...
DRAKE

 

[angelique127]

Inner turmoil.....

I must have dozed off......
I sat up, pushing the sunglasses above my head, gazing at the castle above me. Oh God, please don't make me go back up there
I knew I had no choice. HE had made that quite clear. If I entertained any thought's of escape, or running to the police...I would lose my house, finances....everything. I HAD to endure this....submit to HIM....for now...until I could find a way out.
All that I knew right now was.....Kyle would pay...dearly.

I gathered up my things, climbling the steps....Drake awaited, darkness was falling, soon the fog would be closing in. Again.

 

[msboy8]

Kyle

Kyle was blissfully unaware of what Angelique thought of him. He thought she liked Mr. Mc Finn and the idea of being his slave.

Kyle thought he had finally found a live-in cook. Mr. Mc Finn would be pleased and pleasing his boss was a high priority! Kylke thought, maybe Mr. Mc Finn would allow me to play with myself, or better yet the new cook. He hoped she would pass the interview and take the job. Things just had to get better.

 

[katalynn]

Sebella came in just as the phone was ringing it's last ring, having her hands full of food anyway, she just let the machine get it. Hate going shopping so she had stocked up on food, sighing at the what the message was, she just didn't bother putting the food up. Some rich fool was in need of a live in cook, whatever she bought for herself, she would take with her. From the sounds of it, she had the job just by the desperation in the phone call.

Her employers abused her, knowing she needed money and no life, she took whatever job they gave her. This being the first live in one though. At first she wanted to call the number they left her with and ask if she could bring her iguana, instead, rolling her eyes. She made that dreadful phone call to have her friend pick the lizard up. They wanted her to come in a cab, but her friend insisted on giving her a ride. Figuring what the hell, Sebella took the offered ride.

Having only a few bags for her clothes, allowing her friend to wait outside to see what would happen. Sebella was a carefree girl, didn't take to the vainity most woman did. The whole make up thing, wearing clothes that barely fit the female that wore them. Shoes that just looked so painful, Sebella had always wondered what drove woman to be so vain.

Instead, she wore her DM combat boots, black jeans and velvet shirt. Hair down to her tail bone was pulled back into a simple pony tail, the sun making the purple highlights of the raven black strands shine. Granted this wasn't the way to dress for an interview, but she wasn't here for looks, she was here for her skills. And if this fool was that desperate for a cook, she would have the job.

Rang the door bell and waited for some fool to answer. Emerald green eyes admired the wood work on the double doors as she waited. This place was beautiful she had to admit.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

FAX to Drake O'Finn>

Sent 27 April:

I enjoyed Wolfgang's hospitality and one of his slaves as well as a couple from the nearby training academy just outside of Hamburg. It was very enjoyable indeed my friend and they sang and danced wonderfully under the lash I assure you.
It will be nice to visit San Francisco again and visit the Clubs there, time permitting and yes I am truly enjoying my retirement Drake, should have done it years ago.
Thank you for the invitation, looking forward to meeting this new hostess you're touting Drake. I'll be there in two days. I'll fly down and be there in between noon and two.
See you then,
Gill

 

[makofin]

The main room.....

While I was reading Gill's faxed message the doorbell rang.If he only knew what I've had to eat around here the last couple of day's. Frank's and bean's my ass. I almost laughed at the thought of Gill's face, if HE had been served those to eat.
I looked over at Kyle, who was re-polishing my armor, completely ignoring the doorbell.
" Hey, manservant, isn't it YOUR job to answer the door?
" Y-y-yes sir."
He actually ran across the marbled foyer to throw the door open, without looking threw the peephole first. Of course the idiot didn't understand what was going on around here.
Here stood this pauper at my front door, problably begging for some charity. God , they are everywhere these days... even in Pebble Beach now.
" Drake, this is Sebella.... she is here for the cook position." Kyle announced.
I gave her a second glance.
" Oh yeah, what does SHE cook....hot dogs?"
I heard her mumble something like 'rich fool' and smirk. Amused, I crossed the foyer to stand in the doorway. She didn't look like no cook, or even look like she COULD cook. And she sure didn't know how to dress. Her hair was long, but in a simple ponytail....pretty,no doubt, but like she didn't try to be.
Sebella stared back at me....not the least bit intimidated. Defiant.
I turned to Kyle and growled, " Okay, show her to her quarters... Dinner on the table at six...and if I don't like it...you both will regret the day you were born.....

 

[katalynn]

Sebella was a bit startled as the door flew open, the rich fool spoke and looked at her doubtful. Like she was some bum off the streets, she didn't look THAT bad. She just rolled her eyes, only if he knew. Walked out to gather her things, hugged her friend a farewell.

"This is going to be interesting."

Spoke under her breath, followed the scared fool to her quarters.
~Yes, everyone is a fool today. ~ Sebella wasn't in the best of moods to begin with. After she had settled her things in her room. Not even taking the time to relish in how beautiful this castle was, she took the food she had already bought and followed this butler to the kitchen. Sebella started rummaging around in there, getting the feel of where things were. Noticing what was in the trash, she couldn't help but laugh. Canned beans, and hot dog packages. It was to die for.

Looked at the clock, it was 4pm now, plenty of time as she pulled out the steaks and started on the small things for dinner. Wasting no time, and having nothing else to really do. Didn't like spying into other peoples houses, hell, she didn't like people going through her things. More out of stay out of their way, they stay out of yours.

 

[msboy8]

Kyle

Kyle was polishing the armor and didn't hear the doorbell, which hardly ever rang. Mr. Mc Finn was not happy that I didn't answer the door immediately. " Hey, manservant, isn't it YOUR job to answer the door?", he yelled. I replied and ran to the door. I threw it open and was amazed by what I saw.


A woman stood there wearing combat boots, jeans and a velvet top. She also had the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. " am here for the cook's job", she said matter of factly. Her voice was a bit gruff, but soft and sensual. I told Mr. Ms Finn that she was the new cook. He was skeptical about her cooking abilities, but told her she was hired.


I helped her with her luggage, and took her to her room. He showed her the kitchen and told her of the special relationship Drake, Angelique and I had. She took it in stride. I also warned her of Mr. Mc Finn's taste for elegant food.

I certainly hoped she could cook, our collective asses were on the line.

 

[katalynn]

Sebella only smirked at the relationship he had described, couldn't possibly imagine becoming someones slave like that. Figuring she would just stay out of it, cook the meals she would be alright. Least she got to live in a castle, that was plus. Judging the Lord of the house, and how he had looked her over. She took a wild guess at never being able to see her lizard again. He didn't seem like the person to allow pets in the house. Other than this mans wife it seems.

Since the rich fool didn't say what he wanted for dinner, the only thing that Kyle told her was he liked elegant food. Well, steak was she had to work with for a decet meal, anything else needed to be thawed, no time for that. She had planned on having steak to begin, so well. What better way to prove she can cook.

Rummaged around in the fridge to see what else she might be able to add. Found the perfect meal.

Smokehouse Salmon Chowder
8 oz. Metropolitan Grill Sirloin Cuts
Roasted garlic red potatoe chunks
Steamed mixed vegies.
6 oz. Smokehouse Salmon Dinner Fillets
Cheesecakes-on-a-Stick for dessert

Hopefully this rich fool liked seafood.

 

[makofin]

in the dining room...

6:02 PM {the clock chimes }

 

[angelique127]

Dinner is served....

At least the atmosphere was nice. Those candles really added a specail touch. And I didn't have the SPECAIL duty to serve everyone, I actually had a seat at the dining room table. Next to HIM....
I played with my food, pushing it around my plate, not feeling very hungary really, being forced to listen to Drake {our Lord and Master ] and my soon to be divorced ex-husband Kyle, RAVE about Sebella's cooking abilities. Where had she come from? What was SHE doing here? It wasn't very long before I found out that Sebella was being PAID a salary. For cooking steak? Making a salad? Baking fish? If I had to listen one more time about how good her fancy seasoned potatoes were, I was going to be sick.
I didn't bother paying attention to the dinner conversation,why would I be interested in listening to Kyle make a fool of himself, falling all over this woman in front of me, trying to help her, not taking his eyes off her....but what was really funny was when Drake sent him to the wine cellar to fetch another bottle...and he broke it...we all heard the bottle smash on the stairs. If looks could kill... Drake smashed his fist down on the table...
Make no mistake... he was angry.
He started yelling about how ungratefull we all were...I think he used the words... useless, worthless, incompetant...when it was all Kyle's fault. Then HE [our highness] threatened everyone, saying he had a specail 'friend' arriving tomorrow and some changes were going to be made around here.....


Later that night as I bathed him... HE made me sit on his cock...this man of few words...so strong...hard....unrelenting.....confident....my manicured fingernails tore into his back as he....drove me ...turned me over and mounted me....his wet, shiney, muscled body above me....smashing my pussy....hard and fast...his long hair hanging down...the twisted, determined sneer on his face...the heat....

I whispered in his ear....words no one would ever hear.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

Gill flew his private plane, a small Lear jet, into the closest small airport closest to Drake's castle and made the arrangements for it to be hangered, fueled and serviced so it would be ready when he wished to leave again.

The rental Cadallic Escalade SUV was waiting and ready for him. He pulled it up to the plane and transferred his luggage, including his famous or infamous, depending on the point of view, toy bags to the SUV and began the forty-five minute drive to Drake's.

Along the way, using the onboard phone system, he called Drake and let him know that he was on his way from the airport and gave him an estimated ETA.

Gill pulled up under the castle's portico within a minute of his ETA very pleased with himself for Gill was a stickler for punctuality and had been know to severely punish a slave for being tardy without an acceptable reason, excuses were never acceptable.

Exiting the Escalade he went to the door and used the heavy, ornate metal knocker to announce his arrival with resounding 'booms' as it struck the door.

When a man dressed as a butler answered the door Gill looked him over as he said, "Gill Bates. Mr. McFinn is expecting me. Bring in my bags boy, and be very careful with them." Bates is dressed all in black and is wearing low heeled boots. The clothing is tailored to fit and shows off his physique and erect carriage without being gauche, as the shirt was silk, the trousers Egyptian cotton and the boots handmade Italian, all clearly bespeaking his immense weath.

"Very careful indeed," he added in an almost cold and menacing tone of voice as he walked past him looking at him with cold blue eyes.

Having learned on the phone that Drake would be waiting in the game room and being very familiar with Drake's castle, as Drake is with his retreat, Gill strides across the entryway. As he approached the open door of the Game Room he can hear the click of pool balls.

Gill enters the room and, with a jovial greeting, announces his arrival, "Hello Drake you miserable son-of-a-bitch," he says with a big smile to remove any sting from his words, "how the hell have you been?"

Crossing the room he extended his hand and shook Drake's with warm friendship as he glanced around the room.

 

[makofin]

The reunion.....

It was good to see Gill's smiling face again....my old friend, who shared and enjoyed the same lifestyle...with the rewards and the privalage's that very few of us shared. The entitled few.
I caught sight of Kyle dragging Gill's bag's towards the steps... He can't even lift them up... " Boy leave them", I snapped, I will carry them myself." I missed Carl more each minute...
I turned back to my honored guest. " Kyle is my NEW manservant, as you can see. Come here, Boy, and pour us some drinks...and try not to spill a drop!"
We sat. There was much I wished to dicuss with Gill, but in private. We waited while Kyle brought our drinks.
"Thing's have changed my friend...in the old day's we would be served by a beautiful wench." Gill remarked.
" Well, my beautiful servant is resting at this very moment...she had a rather late night."
" In the dungeon, I hope." Gill smirked.
" Speaking of my slave....I have a surprise planned for this evening. Boy, go fetch our paid cook....I need to dicuss the menu for tonight."
" Paid cook ? Things have changed!" Gill said with raised eyebrows.
I waited until Kyle left the room before answering.
" No, my friend ,things are going to change, indeed, with your help." I promised.
" Always ready to lend a helping hand." Gill smiled.
{ Kyle will post next}

 

[msboy8]

Kyle

Kyle admitted Mr. Mc Finn's guest and was told to get his bags. Kyle felt uneasy in his presence but obeyed. He told Kyle not to drag them, but they were exceptionally heavy. Mr. Mc Finn said, " Boy leave them, I will carry them myself." Making Klye feel worthless, but that was Mr. Mc Finn's way.

Mr.Mc Finn then ordered Kyle to pour them drinks, carefully. He did that, not too badly, he thought. Mr. Mc Finn then ordered Kyle to 'fetch' the cook. He wouldn't use that specific term, but would ask her to go see Mr. Mc Finn.

Kyle entered the kitchen, looking for Sebella. She was just tenderizing some meat. He took a moment and gazed at her. She was certainly something with that mallet! Sebella became aware of Kyle's presence and snapped at him, "Well, what do you want?" "Mr. Mc Finn wants to see you concerning the menu for tonight, I'm afraid he intends to make some changes.", he answered.

Kyle winced as he saw her expression and carefully followed her at a distance.

 

[katalynn]

Sebella didn't eat at the table ~ cooks eat last. ~ After so much of the compliments and meaningless words, she went back to the kitchen cleaned up. Pretty upset that he didn't like what she had provided, calling her stuff salad when there was no salad. Just got her upset.

Unable to sleep even with the hot bath she took, still couldn't sleep. Barefoot and in black jeans, loose t-shirt . Hair french braided, she spent most the night going through the kitchen more thoroughly, organizing things to make it easier on her, finding out exactly what was provided.

Feeling Kyle staring at her, she sighed, rolling her eyes as she walked out. Finding the rich fool and a guest... Another irriated sigh escaped her.

Great another rich fool. Wonder if he would perfer hotdogs and beans versus steak as well.

Thinking to herself,

"You wanted to see me?"

It wasn't a snapy tone, but it was more out being annoyed that she had been pulled away from her work. Last night wasn't the greatest of meals that she was capable of, but with the time she had, it should have been more than good enough to let him know she can cook. Suppose she could have made an elegant plate of frank and beans. Smirked to herself at the thought, waiting for the rich fool to tell her what he wanted for dinner.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

He sat quietly watching and sipping his drink after giving the 'cook' a look over.

His eyes narrowed at her tone of voice and general demeanor, but didn't say anything just sipped his drink and watched.

 

[angelique127]

the master's chambers....

I sat up suddenly...to find myself in HIS bed...alone. From the light coming in the small window, I judged it to be late afternoon, since I knew there were no clocks here, although the walls were decorated with swords and shields. So different from the slave quarters I had slept in the previous nights, which contained only a bed. Last night Drake had permitted me to stay in HIS room...something He told me that HE never allowed happen before....sleeping with a mere slave. Drake told me I should feel honered, but I was grateful in a way.
Climbling off the bed I found the bathroom, and upon my return, overcome with curiosty I opened a door that I thought would be a closet to peek inside.....and was shocked to discover a huge one filled with countless dresses, hats, lingerie, gloves and a wealth of feminine items. I felt like Angelique in wonderland. There were antique dresses from the 40's and 50's, from every era it seemed. I explored for awhile, then thought better of it...what if I were caught by Drake [my lord himself]. Why risk punishment?
After making my exit I decided to see what was behind another door...that was when I found the video moniters, several of them mounted on the wall, each with a label for the room it held. It was amazing...the slave and guest quarters, the kitchen...but what got my attention was the one that contained people, the game room. Kyle was there, my unloyal husband, was racking balls on the pool table....in front of it was standing the new female cook...Drake was towering over her as if addressing her....and there was someone I didn't reconize....a handsome man, very well dressed. How I wished I could hear what was being said ? I fumbled with a few buttons until I flicked the right one on...

" YOU ARE A VERY PRETTY GIRL...THAT'S WHY I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU DON'T DRESS LIKE ONE!!! Draked yelled loudly....why did i feel a pang of jealously when he called her pretty ? '' AND AS A PAID MEMBER OF MY STAFF, Drake continued, I MUST INSIST THAT YOU DO.'' Sebella glared back at him, not afraid in the least. Suddenly Drake stood in front of her, staring down at her with an angry expression of his own." Wipe that smirk off of your face...NOW !!!"

 

[makofin]

the game room...

My anger had reached it's breaking point. Alway's I had managed to keep my emotions in control...but this defience by a mere cook was too much.
She stood her ground, sayng nothing.
I paced back and forth....before walking over to Kyle and handed him the handcuffs. I spun back to the intended victim...
" SINCE YOU CHOOSE TO DISRESPECT ME IN MY OWN HOME...YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE!!!"
I turned back to a startled Kyle and addressed him.
" Strip her of those jeans, cuff her and place her on the pool table....ass in the air and paddle her until she smiles..." I directed, through my teeth, striding from the room with a glance at Gill.
" I will find her more suitable to wear!"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

"I understand my friend and will handle her punishment myself unitl you return, after the boy has stripped and cuffed her of course.
"It will be interesting to see if he's up to the task or needs punishment for failure at the simple task," Gill says as he rises from his chair watching the boy and cook, ready to assist if its needed.