The Manor

[Silk Parlor]

Welcome all!!

So all shall know this is an SRP/OOC / IC thread, Everyone is very welcome to join us Old or New. Though if you come OOC, please let us know. So that we may accommodate to your needs.

First and foremost Please follow the Rules Forum Guidelines
This is an SRP/IC thread. We only ask that you come in IC... Though it is a place to gather ones thoughts as well as meet other minded like writers.

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This is a place to learn if your new or to discuss that which is old. A place where new writers can practice their skills, and old writers can meet new players.

We ask that you obey our rules or we shall have to do one of two thing..

1. Get the whips and chains, from Our Misstress.

2. Ask you to leave (for the most part we shall ask you to leave; PM's first, moderator second)

The Rules of this Manor Are as followed:

Come and relax make your self at home.

Enjoy all's company.

If you wish one on one then, Please take it out of here for we are seeking the enjoyment of all who adventure in.

You may ask what you wish, though you will find in some cases you will not like the answer, or may Love it.

Just remember not everyone will see eye to eye, though some will.

You may do as you please as Long as you respect other's and their wishes... (some may not like what you do, so best to ask what they like or don't in PM's)

You can flirt, tease, have encounters if you wish, as long as you can accept others in our mist to walk up and Join in ... If Not Get a room(thread of your own. Please.)


OPEN... in what way???


As long as you have PM'd the parties you wish to "play" with for the following types of RP and they agree, all goes... Rape, Incest, Same Sex, Group Sex, Fantasy.. ex... Lycan, Vampire, Monsters, etc... NO BESTIALITY AND/OR MINORS AS CHARACTERS



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Please PM myself or RedHairedandFriendly if you have any questions. She will be our Mistress for this thread.


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Name: Silky
Role: Hostess / Mistress's servant
Age: 30
Ht: 5' 7
Wt: 120
Eyes: Icy Blue.

Description: Facing the Mirror in my suite, my reflection showing long brown hair cascading to slender thigh's, Gleaming eyes sparkle a radiant icy blue, surrounded by soften pale skin covering my entire form. Breast ample standing out in size erected nipples, running a hand down over my flat tight abdomen to a soft waxed mound. A shapely tight well formed tight ass above long silky slender legs.

History: Was a Lost Soul on a Plane of Existence wandering, few friends to call upon in this weary time. Till I came to know the one I shall always call Mistress. Mistress has showed me many new exciting pleasure as well as punishment for disobedience showing me Love yet hate Pleasure along with pain. Who has taken me in under her wing showing me That Life in The Manor is a Blissful fantasy as long as I follow the rules....

IC:
Happily smiling, the day is the day that Mistress and I shall open The Manor. Pulling out the French maid outfit of black with white lace, slipping it on..
*gasping* as it is 2 sizes too small causing it to push my 36c breast tightly against the fabric, my darkened nipples half way expose. The material fitting my every slender curve. Sitting in a chair I slip on the net stocking over my calf up to my thigh, one then the other. Slipping on the 3 inch black pumps. Walking to the door going in to the hall, shutting the door behind me. Excitedly I turn running down the halls passing many rooms, making my way to the Lounge. Awaiting Mistress arrival as well as others.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

OOC:

Carmon Vericruz
Age: 33
6'0"
Dark Black Hair
Black/Brown Eyes
Bronze Complexion
Well formed body, muscular, and feminine all in one package

Carmon has gone from one lover to the next and learned a bit from each one. She started her life as a submissive playmate to a group of college friends. Her lovers ranged from those she had classes with to her Professors. One day she was rewarded by her Master and allowed to play Master for a day. She loved it, soon after she asked that it be her only reward, and eventually, her Master released her, and she began sitting in on sessions were she learned more techniques to bring pleasure with the pain that she delivered.

Her lovers left her satisfied, yet after a time, the training was done and the time with her playmate became boring. Carmon looked for a long time for the perfect slave, and for now she has settled with silky. silky has learned well but still tends to make mistakes. she tries to please Carmon, but does at times, seek her own pleasures. Each morning Carmon asks her slaves to recite her the rules of their relationship, and sometimes if a rule is broken the punishment is harsh. If silky can't remember the rules, then another punishment is served out.

What are silky's rules.... well... Carmon makes them up as she sees fit. A few include:

((PM Red for Rules... ))

Carmon will change the rules if she wishes, allowing silky one time and one time only to make a mistake, after that no excuses will work. These rules will be deleted after the first post that silky address them, then you'll just have to figure out Carmon's rules for silky all by yourself.

For those of you that wish to use silky, you will need to ask her Mistress for this thread. If you wonder why I don't capitialize her name of any reference of silky, PM me, I'll tell you, what I was told.

I have never written a Dom. so, if I mess up.... PM me, and let me know. I'm learning too. Also, don't air your dirty laundry here, that is why people have PM's.

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IC:

Carmon rested behind her desk, the morning looked promising and she wondered where silky was. she was to be here at a precisely 9:00 AM and she was three minutes late. Carmon rested her hands lightly on the paddle, that rested in her lap. The clock continued its steady ticking, as the seconds slipped by.

She smirked as she heard the girl's feet patter through the hall. At 9:00 silky had not arrived, and when she got to the door she would find it locked, and know that she was late. She would have to run back and get the key to the office from Carmon's jewel box, as the minutes clicked by.

Her Mistress' time was important, and silky knew this, she would have to be reminded again. Carmon laid the paddle on the desk, and returned to the balance sheets of her various investments. With each new addition to her collection of erotica she was growing quite the reputation in both statues, and fine detailed pieces.

The paintings that hung throughout the Manor were brilliant pieces that depicted various scenes that she herself had enjoyed trying. A few she had posed for, those however were in her bed chambers where few were permitted. Carmon pushed her long black hair from her shoulders, and concentrated on the names of her newest slaves. silky was just one of many, but right now, silky was her favorite.

The clock ticked out another minute, and as it did Carmon felt her body responding to the pending pleasure that she would be delivering to her slave, as well as herself.

 

[Silk Parlor]

silky

(( ooc: Taking notes of Rules, hiding them somewhere only I know ))

I was pacing back and forth in the lounge, looking at the clock, while I waited on Mistress. "Oh shit! I was supposed to meet Her in Her office," I cursed suddenly. Turning I dart toward Mistress' office as fast as I could go. Reaching her door and out of breath, my fist knocking rapidly, but with no prevail, I remembered Mistress hated me being late. She would lock the door having me to get the key.


Swiftly running to Mistress' room, grabbing the key from her jewelry box, I noticed the clock showing 5 after 9. Cursing more under my breath, "Shit! I am in trouble now for being so late." Heading back in the hall I made a mad dash back to Mistress's office. With trembling hand, I lift the key to the keyhole, turning the lock, knocking on the door once more. "Mistress, may I enter now. Please?" I keep my head lowered to the floor waiting for Mistress' answer.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmon - silky

Carmon heard her slave and looked at the clock, the time showing eight minutes after the hour. "Enter," she said. Her voice was not full of anger, irritation or love, it was just a simple word that fell from her lips. She could feel silky's prescence in the room, and smell her scent. Carmon made no move to acknowledge her, nor did she even attempt to show her any preference at all.

For the next fifteen minutes Carmon worked on her papers, while silky did nothing but wait. "Don't shuffle," Carmon said. She had seen the slave's feet shift looking for a more comfortable position. Another five minutes slipped by before Carmon looked up. "You're late," she told her.

Rising from her leather chair, and picking up the small paddle, she moved from behind the desk. "I don't ask much of you silky, you know this. I only ask that you do as you have been taught." Her eyes took in the beautiful body that was encased in the small uniform. Carmon wanted to touch the skin, that was housed tightly in the black and white material, but that would bring pleasure to silky, and pleasure was not to be given yet.

"What do you need to tell me first?" Carmon waited for her slave to speak, her fingers curling around the hard handle of the paddle.

 

[nightray]

Deep under the manor in a long forgotten room, thick with dust, and the air stale from age and lack of movement, there is a hall. The hall winds down through rock that lays under the last level of the manor. This level has been closed off, concealed from all. Only the most persistent searcher could find this dark place; if they knew what to look for. A door also lies hidden below. It's foot, thick granite is cleverly hung, so it can be swung open and closed easily; if one knew how to unlock it. Looking at the outside of the door there is no difference between the stone that the hall is cut into and the door.

The hall beyond the door leads down a fairly steep winding slope. The slope runs deeper into the rock, where the sunlight has never touched the damp walls. These walls are covered with the ground seepage that finds its way through the natural cracks in the granite walls. They also run along other cracks, ones that are smooth and clean, obviously not natural. Brackets hold old gas lamps, evenly spaced throughout the hall. The one that uses this long forgotten space never needs the light that they produce to see his way. At the end of the hall is another door just as skillfully concealed. This door would be overlooked quite easily since it is not found at the end of the hall, but off to the side. The door is just as thick and heavy as the first, but is locked using art so mundane as the first spells. They are woven around it, sealing it, and protecting it.

Behind that final door lies a largo room with a high ceiling of at least ten feet. A large ornate chandelier hangs, still as death, the candles look as if they had never been lit. Along the walls are old dust covered couches and plush chairs. Against one wall a large bookshelf sits full of old ancient books, covered in dust as is everything else. An odd dark aura seems to come from some of the older looking books.

In the center of the room on a large canopied bed lays a man covered in dust. He lies seemingly dead, as his chest doesn't move, even if you were to stare at him for hours. At no time would you see even the slightest stirring of his chest or a pulse in his veins. He is handsome, not gorgeous. His long black hair would seem to glisten in the light, had there been any where he lays. His features are sharp and well defined. He is tall, perhaps six and half feet. Had his eyes been open you would see sharp hazel coloring that you could easily fall into if you weren't careful. His skin is pale almost white, as if he has never spent so much as a moment in the sun. Though the dust covers him, an obvious sign that he had not moved in many years, he looks as if he had just laid down for a nap. His flesh shows no signs of decay.

The darkness in the room seems to shift all of a sudden as if it were coming to life. The air, still for so long, seems to stir on its on will. It seems to swirl around the man. The faint sound of the dark, blood red curtains, around the bed seem to shift in the invisible wind. The motionless finger suddenly stirs. Small movements begin at first, as if he was just merely asleep and was finally waking up.

 

[nightray]

My eyes open blinking slowly as the shadows and darkness shift around me. An old candle covered in cobwebs flickers to life, a small flame dances over the wick. My body stirs as dust falls off my old musty clothes. I sit up slowly stretching my muscles, protesting to the moment, as I rotate my head. My neck pops as my senses slowly expand out from me to find what is around and what has changed in my long sleep. My head tilts up, my eyes focus on the top of the canopied bed, as they look to an invisible point in mid air. A feeling of people, two mortals, in my home; a home I had built many years ago. It seems to have been sold, no telling how many had walked its halls, not knowing that I slept deep under their feet. I smile slowly, my two long fangs glisten in the dim flickering light of the candle.

I slide to the edge of the bed and slowly get up off of it. On my feet, I stretch my stiff muscles, feeling my blood begin to pump once more as my body awakens back to what life there is left in it. I feel the hunger beginning to grow within me. I take a firm hold of it, shoving it down, being old enough not to need blood to live or maintain my strength anymore. I look around the large room, my eyes taking in every detail. The thick layer of dust covers everything. I begin to concentrate, pulling power in from the darkness within me. Feeling it come up from the dark pool deep within my body. I say a few words under my breath, barely audible and the dust vanishes, as if it never was. The floor looks to have just been freshly scrubbed.

I look down at my clothes, old and barely held together after so many years. I close my eyes sending my inner sight out into the World. I find the nearest town, that had once been small, but now seems to have grown since I was last awake. I see the dress of the mortals of this time, smiling to myself, I see that the women are wearing much more daring clothes then they once have. I find what looks to be a store, my inner eye catching sight of the men clothes a few more muttered words and several different outfits appear on the bed next to me, taken straight from the store.

I strip off my old clothes, toss them aside where they disappear into nothingness, before hitting the floor. I then pick up a pair of tight black leather pants not bothering with any under garments. Then I slide on a tight black T-shirt. I slip on a long black trench coat next. I sit on the side of the bed, then slip on a pair of black military steel toed boots. I stand and look down at my clothing, enjoying the way I see the material fitting better then anything I had worn before, without being specially tailored for me. I stomp my feet settling them into the boots, surprised at how well they fit. I had expected to need to use my powers to make them fit better but it is unnecessary.

Once I’m comfortable in my clothes, my mind goes out once more to the town this time slipping into the minds of the people there, learning all I can of this time. I could have sent my mind up to the two above, but I don't want them to know I’m here, yet. I also don't want to risk the chance that one has any kind of mental power or magic of their own. I stand in that one spot not breathing or moving as I once more allow my mind to explore and absorb all that it need to function properly in this time.

I blink slowly as the knowledge swirls in my mind. Feelings of wonder coarse through me as I realize how fast the humans have advanced in my time of sleep. This time looks as though it will be vastly more entertaining then the one I fell asleep in. I turn to the hidden door, walk slowly over to it, my stiff joints loosening as I move. My hand touches the door, that looks like it was just another part of the wall. A bright light flickers to life, outlining the door briefly before it silently swings into the room. Dust billows as the once cold room is again concealed. I wave my head irritability. The dust vanishes as it had in the room. I step out into the long hall, the candles behind me snuff out, as the door silently swings shut, seeming to merge into the wall without a sign that it had ever been there.

I turn slowly and walk up the spiraling hall with a fluid grace, like that of a large cat hunting its next meal. My senses on the two above feeling the fear in the one as she seems to run through the house, almost panicked picking up a feeling of not wishing to disappoint. The other is calm and strange obviously the Dominent of the two. I smile again as I come to the door concealed in the deep room of the manor. My hand moves to the door deftly finding the hidden points, pressing in, hearing a soft snick as the lock releases and the door smoothly opens as silent as the other.

 

[Silk Parlor]

silky

After hearing Mistress allowing me to enter, my head still bowed, I move into the middle of the office. My legs had become slightly heavy, so I shifted position, then winced as She barked at me to stay still. She spoke again, in a sharper tone.

I now stand there listening as She finishes, asking me what I am supposed to tell Her first. I watch as She comes from around her desk with the wooden paddle. I contemplate my words, “Mistress, I'm sorry for being late. Please! Mistress, I won't be late again.” With my head still bowed I await what punishment Mistress deems fit.

When Mistress comes closer I kneel before her, my body begins to perspire. I close my eyes tightly, while thoughts run through my head of how it felt the first time Mistress had punished me. I was very high strung, mouthy, and a bad attitude. She taught me my place, She showed me time after time rewards for being good, and punishments when I was bad. She brought me great pleasure, as well as agonizing pain. She gave my heart what no other had done for it. I belong to Her, I worship, and love my Mistress. my head bowed, I shall take my loving punishment from Mistress knowing deep down it's Her way of showing me She loves me.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmon looked at the bowed head of her slave. She sighed in disappointment, then placed her hand underneath silky's chin. "You are to recite the rules first. You know this, and yet it is the one thing you can never remember." Shaking her head in frustration, Carmon placed the paddle back onto her desk, and moved to a wall where a variety of tools rested inside a glass case.

The doors of the case made no noise as they were opened, by the slim, firm hand of silky's Mistress. Her fingers lovingly caressed each one, until she found the flogger that she liked the best. The black handle was cool to her touch, and she wrapped her fingers around it. Pulling it out, the long strips hung free and loose, as if they were waiting to be played with. Carmon ran them over her fingers before she turned and approached silky. "Stand up, and grasp the back of that chair and place your knees solid against the edge of the seat," she told her.

Her body begged to have silky's skin next to her's but she had once again broken the rules. She waited for her slave to stand and assume the position for her punishment. Carmon's pulse raced underneath her skin and her blood rushed through her veins over the pleasure of caressing her lover after her punishment was delivered.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ His sweetling... How many lifetimes had it been? How many realms, worlds, places had she seen, always with those silver eyes, eyes that gleamed as clear as diamonds. Perhaps that was what had attracted Him in the first place. Perhaps that was what bound her to the Beast that He was.. Mattered not now, in this newest lifetime, this newest age. As with each life before, each time she was birthed into the world, her destiny remained ever the same. Bound to Him. In supplication at His feet.. enslaved to the Master... she was His sweetling...

Would He awaken in this time, would she see, touch, submit to, serve, pleasure her Master again? It had been so long, what felt like a thousand lifetimes to her tortured soul... but that was a question she could not answer. She could only wait, until the moment that she was summoned. It would happen, someday, sometime, in some age, realm, world. It would happen. Would it be this one?

She stayed close to the Manor that housed Him. Thru numerous owners, always she was close. In this life, it was a female that now possessed the Manor where He slept. She dared not approach, it was not time, not yet, perhaps not this life. But she was close, always so very close.

Kaji no longer even knew her first given name. The name He had ripped from her when He enslaved her, the name she had given to Him when she submitted, begging, pleading, to be His for all time, thru all lives, with all of her soul. Even now, she had a given name, but when He awoke, that name would be offered to Him, offered as she begged once more to be His. What was her name again? Oh yes, it was Katherine. Katherine Devine. She was 20 now, this was her third lifetime that He had not awakened, a third lifetime alone. But she would be birthed into a forth, a fifth, sixth, seventh if need be, until He called to her, she belonged to the Vampire, and for Him she would wait, always wait.

Asleep, the world of dreams her only refuge, the only realm where she could see Him, see her memory of Him at least. She was well within that world, when her silver eyes suddenly snap open, seeing nothing, staring at nothing... with a slow movement, she lifts, sitting up, her breathing coming in deep almost ragged gasps... He... He was AWAKE.. the calling came deep in the darkest reccesses of her soul, the chains of dominance suddenly tightening around her. He.. was... AWAKE ....

At that moment, she thought she heard that deep growl of His voice... "my sweetling"

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Kaji stood before the great wooden door of the manor. She had to fight to keep her trembling stilled, the wild beating of her heart surely could be seen pounding in her chest. She had no perception of what time it was, time no longer mattered to her, He was AWAKE..

She stood there, her long dark mane tumbling down over her shoulders and back, those diamond like eyes flickering with her excitement. Dressed in her long black gypsy skirt, black leather boots, and a red tank top, she tentatively knocked on the door, using the gleaming golden dragon that graced the oak face of the entrance before her., the sound hauntingly echos thru the great structure. She was thinking that the new owners of her Master's Manor were going to open it as some sort of, Inn perhaps, something along those lines, perhaps a club? Kaji was unsure, but she would offer herself as help, doing whatever may be required, so she could be there when He emerged.

Swallowing hard, her heart racing , she stood awaiting.. she could feel Him close, so very close, but it would be His choice to reveal Himself to her, call her to Him, for her to beg, plead, once again, to be His.

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Katherine Devine (aka: Kaji)

Slave to the Owner of the Manor, the original Owner, the Vampire who dwells beneath

20 years old in this lifetime. She has served Him for many, her soul bound by unseen chains to Him.

Long dark hair

Diamond silver eyes

Kaji: http://photobucket.com/albums/a360/AmbrosiaCaress/?action=view&current=slavedance.jpg

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmon heard the knock, and her eyes flew toward the hall, a slave was passing by, and she called to him. The man came forth, and bowed. "Stay here, and do not speak to her. She is to stay in the position I have ordered or you will deliver five blows with the paddle," she pointed to the wooden board resting on the desk.

She turned and left the room. Her body ridged from being taken from her pleasure. If silky had not been late then this interruption would not be occuring. Muttering under her breath, she waved off the slave that was moving to answer the door, her look of anger forced them to scurry away. "Don't turn your back on me," she growled, landing a slap across the woman's face. "Go!" she told them. "Worthless, baggage."

The hall was full of artificial lighting. It glowed brightly, as did the cherry sweater she wore. Her cream colored skirt, that hugged her ass, but rested modestly at her knees carressed her skin. Her dark black hair, hung loose, and straight down her back. The slave gone, and silky in the office with the other one she took control of her surroundings by taking a deep breath.

With the face of an angel, she opened the door of her Manor, and smiled at the woman that stood before her. "Good morning, I am Carmon Vericruz. Please come in and tell me what I may do for you?" Her eyes traveled over the lith body and her eyes flared with interest, perhaps a new playmate had arrived for her perusal. She waited for the female to introduce herself and contemplated the acts of debauchery she could partake in with the woman, and her other slaves.

 

[nightray]

I slowly walk through the store rooms of the last levels of the manor, seeing things stacked here and there. Some are from the new owner, some left behind by others who lived here while I slept. I even see some ancient things that belonged to me. I smile as I see a painting done by Michelangelo. If the humans that had lived here new what that was… I shake my head as I walk past the portrait of myself made by the family painter. I move to the door on the opposite side of the room. My power opens it, moving the hinges, making them remain silent as the door opens.

I walk up the stars stopping on one landing that leads to the second levels, under the main floor. I look in through the open door seeing a dungeon with many toys of pleasure and pain. I smile approvingly, seeing that many of the thing are newer versions of what I had in this room when I had it built so long age. I move to take a step into the room, to get a better look when I here the knock. My eyes snap up to were the main door is; feeling her My sweettling, My darling pet.

I smile as my mind reaches out to her feeling her there; coming to me, drawn as she always is. I turn my back on the dungeon and move up the last flight of stars opening the door silently. I step in to the hall. My eyes take in everything; liking what I see. Whoever lives here now has good taste. I slip through the halls easily keeping the servants from seeing me ignoring them completely. They do not interest me as the other two did they are too…. whipped? The only word that comes to mind, but the other two have spirits which I like.

I move fluidly to the main hall stopping in a doorway, seeing the Mistress of the manor open the door. She greets My sweettling. My eyes move over the Mistress’ body from behind approving of what I see wondering how her flesh would feel under my hands. The taste of her blood in my mouth. I shiver as the hunger roars awake, once more raging for me to release it. To feed on her and My pet. I push it back down I may not need to feed to keep alive and strong, but the hunger never lessens, it’s always there demanding to be fed.

My eyes leave the Mistress’ back and lock on to My sweettlings one face. Her silver eyes catch mine. I smile, my fangs visible as I watch her greet the owner of the manor. I gather the shadows around me darkening them so it’s not easy to see me, but not hiding entirely. I let my dark power lose, letting it be felt in the hall like a physical force. My eyes never leaving My girl’s face. My mind reaches out to her, letting her feel it enter her mind saying, “My sweettling. My pet, welcome home…”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmon watched the woman, then stopped for a moment, and waited. Yes, it was there, a feeling of something watching them, something weighing down on them. She raised a brow and looked to the girl before her. It was something to do with this one, something about her presence in this place. She closed the door behind her, and allowed her gaze to caress her skin. She would bode watching, this Carmon had no doubt.

She turned at the sound of footsteps approaching her, and she saw one of her slaves approach. His head bowed, his eyes downcast. He waited quietly for her to take notice. Carmon could tell by his trembling that he was afraid of something, and she wandered what or who had dared to harm one of her pets.

"Excuse me," she told the woman, then looked to her male slave. "You may look upon my face, and tell me your woe." Her voice echoed softly around the hall, as she waited for his reponse.

"Thank you Mistress," he raised his eyes, and sorrow showed in them. Carmon was now more concerned then before and it showed freely on her face. "What has upset you?" she asked him.

"It is silky, Mistress. She is ill," his words were filled with worry as he lowered his head.

Carmon turned to the female, "I apologize, this slave has no name, he is mine, but you may enjoy him at your will. He will show you to your room... if you plan on staying, if not fill free to tour the Manor, and he will be your guide. I will meet with you again later." She nodded goodbye to the woman, and told the slave to mind his manners and to watch how he treats this new guest. The underlying promise was there, and she had no worries that she would not be obeyed.

Moving swifly down the hall, she stopped, and looked into the shadows. The feeling of being watched and heard filled her, and she stared into the darkness. Her eyes moved slowly, caressing the blackness that seemed to thicken in color. Glaring deeply at it, she hissed a curse over her foolishness, and moved back toward her office.

Inside she found her favorite slave, silky clutching her stomach, and crying silently, trying to not be heard. Carmon felt her heart break as she rushed to her pet's side. Love shown deeply on her face, as she brushed back her pet's hair. "What is wrong my love?" she asked, her voice smoothing to the slave's ear.

"It is my stomach, I am sorry Mistress. I am very sorry," silky answered.

"Shhh... no more talk. Come with me, and you will rest in my chambers until you are well." Carmon felt her head, and a frown was brought to her lips. "A fever you have. It is probably the wretched flu," she cursed under her breath, and ordered one of the passing slaves to ready her chambers for silky.

She helped her pet to the large room, and eased her into the soft sheets and plush bed. She again touched her brow, and covered her love with blankets. Carmon was a different person at moments like these, she was a woman, not a Mistress, she was a friend and a lover, but for now, she was nothing but a broken reed that billowed in the wind. Her mate, her other half was ill, and for the rest of the slaves, that meant more demands.

Bending down, she kissed the hot, fevered slave, on the forehead and order her second favorite slave to watch over the young woman and care for her. She moved into the large closet and grabbed a change of clothes. Moving quietly, she then went to her powder room, and removed her clothing. "Wash these while silky sleeps," she told the slave girl.

Carmon stepped into the large shower, and turned on the hot water, then slowly increased the cold, allowing the water to burn off the germs of the sickness before she allowed the cold water to cool her skin. The heat thrilled her, and for a moment, she wandered what it would be like to once more be controlled.

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OOC: Silky is down with what sounds like the flu.... so she will be resting until she can come back, and post.... please just PM her if you wish to wish her well, or PM me and I'll let her know.... Thanks... she asked that I post her as sick, so the thread would not be held up. Don't worry I will not ignore her... until she arrives, she'll still be here... just her Mistress will have to speak for her... and YES ... I have her permission....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

((OOC: Sorry.. had a very busy weekend. Sorry for not posting))

~ Kaji/Katherine felt His touch just as the heavy door swung open to reveal the Mistress of the Manor. She knew the woman before her was the Mistress, Kaji felt it, dominance was something that seemed to drip off the Ones who possessed it, perhaps not nearly as, Mmmm obvious as her Master, but Kaji always knew who was vanilla, and who was Dominant, and who was slave. She wondered if the woman knew or felt the same.

"Good morning, I am Carmon Vericruz. Please come in and tell me what I may do for you?"

She had a beautiful voice, that was always something that she herself noticed. Alot of, power, strength can be projected merely thru the tone of One's voice.

She steps in, and just as she does, her toes not more than a inch within the Manor and she feels Him... He was close, and His power, the darkness that He commands, wraps around her almost in a warm hug. It took all of Kaji's will-power not to shiver, not to beg to see Him wherever He was.. She turns her eyes to the Mistress...

"I am Kaji... " she pauses, taking a deep breath, she had not ment to give the Woman the name He had graced her with, not yet, but Him being so close... "I'm sorry, that is my nickname, I am Katherine Devine. You have restored this Manor to such beauty, such granduer, I come to learn more of this place, and perhaps You.. and.. I seek work.. please.. " she stops, those cyrstal eyes of her looking beyond the Mistress before her.. and seeing Him, yesss.. it was Him, held within the shadows of the Manor... the dark flicker of His eyes, and the vicious gleam of His fangs... Kaji suddenly felt the opposite of His hunger... she felt the craving... that deep gnawing inside her .. to be fed upon... to feel His fangs sinking into flesh, drawing forth her life's blood, to feel the sweet pain of Him taking from her, taking her life if He so desired. The thoughts, the craving, the desire, was almost overwhelming, and Kaji could not still the trembling that began in her very soul....

“My sweettling. My pet, welcome home…”

"Master...." she never spoke, but the connection was forged, and her greeting to Him was as loud and clear as if she were on her knees before Him...

But another came forth, breaking her thoughts for a moment, a slave.. yes a slave.. coming to the Mistress...

"I apologize, this slave has no name, he is mine, but you may enjoy him at your will. He will show you to your room... if you plan on staying, if not fill free to tour the Manor, and he will be your guide. I will meet with you again later."

Kaji knew something was not right, and her gaze left the Mistress to find His again, He was still within the shadows, whatever it was perhaps was not His doing....

She nodded to the Mistress.. "I completely understand" her voice was soft.. "please, if there is anything I can do".. an open invitation if the Mistress desired...

Make no mistake, Kaji was submissive to the core, but only to Him and those He desired her to be submissive to.. she had learned long ago, within another life, to not let another touch her, nor command her, without HIS permission. That lesson was well learned, it had nearly cost her, her very soul.

She followed the male slave to the left, not down the darkened hall that He hid within, but she knew He would easily be able to find her now. She desperately wanted to go to Him, but knew it was not the time. Not yet, soon, but not yet.

Turning to watch the Mistress hurry off, she wondered if all was well. It would do no good to ask the male leading her, he more than likely knew nothing, which did not surprise her.

Once in her room, Kaji/Katherine quickly dismissed the slave, much to his surprise. She wanted nothing to do with him.. the only one she hungered for, perhaps with the same fervent hunger as He did for blood, was HIM... His touch, His Dominance, to be at His feet...

"Master" she again whispers.. in the darkness of her room....

 

[Silk Parlor]

silky

(( ooc sorry about that, am back though taking is easy.))

As I lay here sleeping, softly mumbling, Mistress' rules for me, “ No touching myself in a sexual manor with out Mistress' permission, ask permission before cumming, always address Her as Mistress, never look Her in the eyes unless given permission,” I roll over to my side curling up. I shiver, feeling frozen freezing, as I drift into a deeper sleep.

I dream restlessly of the days when Mistress first came to be my Owner.

As wandered the countryside meeting friends and foes, as if they were empty paths before me, those behind me long past. I was lost, never seeing the beauty of the rising sun or setting moon. My mind a black constant. One day my path brought me to the Manor, approaching slowly I saw a small light along the front walk path. I knocked on the door, awaited an answer, when this Beautiful Lady opened the door. Looking up into her eyes, I was mesmerized by her gracefulness. “M'Lady would you happen to have work for a wondering soul,* I said in a softened voice.

Thats when She took me in with welcoming arms. Laying down the rules before me, I rebelled many times that first year, with ample supplies of punishment. Though to gain pleasure for what I done wrong doesn't exist for me. A punishment is just that a punishment. As for all the pleasure Mistress has shown me, given to me when I am well behaved urges me to please Her, while doing my best to be good. In all my time with Mistress I began to love Her deeply and shall till my end has come.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmon had gone back to her office after speaking with the slave that had escorted her new guest to her room. She would visit with her later, to invite her to lunch. Right now the morning was quiet. Carmon had decided to allow silky to rest until after lunch when she would bring her a cup of broth. When her pet was ill, it was Carmon who cared for her. The love of her pet ran deep and when she was ill she was a woman first, a slave second.

As she completed another set of transactions concerning her stocks with one of the overseas companies she was dealing with her mind wandered to the feeling that hounded her in the hall. She could have sworn she saw something or someone, it felt as if something hung in the air, seeping out and searching for something to latch onto.

She worked through most of the morning, her mind filled with concerns for silky, but she fought the urge to check on her. She needed rest, and Carmon knew this, but she was hopeful that she would recover. A few minutes ago the slave girl she had left with silky had come in and told her she had heard her mumbling.

When she had told Carmon what she mumbled, Carmon smiled. “She is a good girl,” she whispered to herself, dismissing the slave and returning to her work.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She knew she had to be patient.. something that she had always had trouble with, thru out her lifetimes, He would come to her when He chose to... She could not demand of Him... she was there to serve Him, it was that simple. A pet, for Him to feed on when needed, wanted, for His pleasure, pain...

Once she was settled, Kaji opened the grand window that looked out over the restored courtyard. The Woman.. Carmen... had done a phenominal job restoring the Manor.. Kaji knew the Manor well, considering it had been His thruout His lifetimes. Always He came back to the Manor, no matter who *owned it*, it belonged to Him. The Manor already felt like home to her once more, home, at His feet. That was where she belonged... That was where she would soon be...

The breeze, cool, fresh, tickled her skin with it's touch. Leaving the window slightly open for that breeze, she closes the heavy draps, plunging the room in darkness. Kaji always preferred the shadows of the night to the light of day..

Her meager garments are quickly shed, leaving her naked, to await HIm...laying on the soft bed, she closes her eyes, reaching out once more to find Him, opening her mind, her soul, to His touch... His caress.. the chains of His dominance... ~

 

[nightray]

I watch as the Mistress of the house lets my pet in, talking to her briefly, before getting word that her favorite slave was ill. My eyes don’t leave her as she walks past me, stopping briefly, looking right at me in the shadows, still not seeing me. I smile appreciatively as she turns her back, muttering under her breath about being foolish. My eyes moving up and down her body, stopping at her swaying ass, as she walks down the hall. I turn back to My pet as she follows the male slave to her rooms, smiling as I follow her slowly.

Stopping outside my girls rooms, I note where she is before continuing to walk through the halls. I take in everything, getting my bearings of where things are now. Still stretching my muscles after so long a sleep, I stop briefly outside the door, that the sick one is behind. Letting my senses fill the room my mind brushing hers, getting a better feel for her. I sooth her as much as I can so she may sleep better.

I can be cruel and ruthless at times but I do have a soft heart as well; when I don’t have it hidden. Once I’ve soothed her as much as I can without actually touching her, I move on. Slowly I walk past the office that the Lady of the house is sitting, sensing her worry for her slave. I stop briefly once more looking at the closed door trying to decide what I want to do with her and her pets. I shake my head not wanting to worry about it at the moment sensing My sweettlings growing need to see me. She has been patient long enough.

Quietly I make my way back to her room being sure that none of the slaves see me, not wanting my presence known quite yet. I do let them feel something, letting them know that they are no longer alone in the manor, that something dark is here with them. I smile as I see some begin to move quicker, looking over their shoulders, nervous at the feel of my power as it slowly fills the manor.

I like playing these small games. I could let them see me and dominate them instantly, overwhelming their minds with my mere presence. That is not as fun and also tends to cause panic which more often then not complicates things more then its worth.

Stopping before her do I let her feel my presence through it. The door swings open without me touching it. The hinges are silent, not making so much as a squeak. I step in to her room letting the concealing shadows drop away from me as the door shuts silently behind me. My power moves over it, locking it so no one could possibly open it, even with a battering ram. My eyes fall upon her as she lays on the bed, taking in every detail easily, even in the utter darkness of the room.

I stand in front of the door not saying award letting her feel me there, knowing she knows what to do now that I’m here, and not in the concealment of the shadows. I watch her. My blood lust grows just as my sexual lust does, having not seen her for so long. My body needing her body in every way that she can give it.

She’s been with me in one form or another for so long I cant even imagine my life with out her. Her consent adoring presence, her eagerness to please me in any and all ways. Even now I feel the old bonds that link us reaffirming, growing stronger, once more pulling us to each other. I’m just as bound to her as she is to me.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kaji

~ She could feel Him even deeper when her eyes were closed, and that sentiment was true for mentally, spirituality, and physically when she was with Him. The closing of her eyes allowed Him deeper access into her very soul, a soul that had belonged to Him for so long now, so many lifetimes, that she could not imagine life without Him, just the knowledge of belonging to the Vampire, even when a lifetime had passed not seeing Him, just knowing she was His, and always would be, helped her soul progress onto the next lifetime...

To a layman's eyes, to the eyes of the slaves of Mistress of the Manor, if they were there to see, would have thought the girl slept, but she did not. She followed His wanderings thru His Manor, always close, never, ever in the way. Always ready to obey.. even as she lay in her bed....

And then He was there...

His presence, His power... eminating thru the closed door, closed but not locked, not that it would have mattered to Him, a lock would never have stopped Him. But she left it unlocked as a symbol, of her loyalty to Him.. never would she block His way to her, and if she had been in a more private setting, the door would have been standing open, as the window was, again another testament to her undying worship of the Vampire. He would always have access to her.. always..

Arching her back, gasping at the sensation of pure power that flowed over her, as the door swung silently open, He entering, she slowly rises from the bed. Already she felt His eyes on her, possessive, crawling over her flesh.. The door behind Him closing silently, locking with just a thought from her Master...

She slips from the bed, her lithe, succulent form bared for His eyes, skin smooth, supple, slightly flush in her excitement at His presence before her.. she could not help but stare at the form He took... the long black trench, the leather pants and tight black tee... and.. those magnificent steel tipped boots... It was to those boots that Kaji crawled, slinking along the floor like a prowling feline.. every motion of her naked body fluid and silent, long dark hair cascading down to lightly trail along the floor as she moves, tendrils still dancing over the curve of her spine, touching the swell of her hips and ass... those diamond like eyes, filled with complete and utter love and submission to Him daring to gaze up at Him. She knew better than to stare at Him, or even meet His dark eyes unless He wished, but it had been so long... so damned long since she had seen Him...

She said nothing, nothing needed to be said.. as her movement, her crawling to His feet spoke volumes... Once before Him, she lowers her head, that dark hair spilling out over His boots, moist pinkened lips brush each steel tip in a slave's kiss, her body trembling at being so close to Him once more.. so close...

Leaning into His legs, she slithers upwards like a snake, letting Him feel every naked curve of her body for the first time in lifetimes.... she could already feel His hunger, His lust, matched perhaps by her own, her lust for Him, her need for Him.. her head tilts upwards, sparkling eyes once more finding His, her skin flush with the rush of warm blood beneath.. warm, sweet, blood... her dark mane falling back to reveal her face fully, along with the slender curve of her throat, the swell of her breasts.. the tip of her tongue slipping out to glide a moist trail over those darkening lips of hers... she finally gives voice to her submission...

"MMMMaster... Your pet has missed You" she manages to whisper, she keeping her voice steady, hushed, the sound of her desire comes dripping thru.. "missed You so much"

Thoughts of the Manor, the Mistress, everything else in her life, were gone in that one moment, as she acknowledges being His.. as she opens her mind, and soul, to Him once more.. to His Darkness, His Shadows, His Dominance... ~

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmon left her office, her feet carrying her to the kitchens and she notice that the slaves were agitated, and some were frightened. She herself felt the difference in the manor and she knew it had something to do with the woman that had come to her keep. She would watch her carefully, and if she became a problem, she would be dealt with.

After she had calmed the fears of her slaves and made sure they returned to work, she ladled some soup into a bowl for silky. Her eyes rested on several of her lower minions and she worried that they would attempt to unsurp silky from her postition so she made it a point to not allow them to wait on her favored pet.

She took the tray and headed toward her bedchamber. Once there she dismissed the slave girl. Sitting the tray on the table near the bed, she sat down next to silky. Her fingers trailed softly over her skin, enjoying the smoothness of it. That was how she got the name. Her skin was smooth as silk. Once she had been taken and bathed, oiled and massaged that first time, Carmon had known that the girl would forever be silky.

Leaning down she pressed her lips to the girl's forehead. She breathed in the honey scented soap that silky was bathed in. "Wake up my pet," she whispered into her slave's ear. "I want to see if you will eat."

Her eyes looked at the closed lashes of her pet. And her body yearned to touch her once more. Carmon leaned in and brushed her lips over sikly's neck. Her tongue reached out as she licked the flesh. "silky, wake up my pet. Lunch is ready."

She moved back, still sitting on the bed. Holding silky's hand in her's she slowly caressed it. She would call the woman from her room later after silky had eaten and take her lunch with her. She knew something was not right with the girl and she never trusted just anyone in her home.

 

[nightray]

I watch in silence as My sweetling sits up stretching her lithe body, as she looks over to Me. My eye’s drink her in hungrily, noting that as always her body is as beautiful as the first one that she gave to me. In the beginning this one even looks a lot like her original version, except for a few differences. The shape of her face, the tilt of her eyes, even her nose looks remarkably similar to her first.

I feel my excitement growing as she moves. My need for her blood and her body building. My eyes don’t leave her as she slides off the bed crawling slowly to me on her hands and knees. Her movements seductive and graceful meant to show off her sexuality as well as her submissiveness to Me. I smile as she stops at my feet her head moving down her lush lips kisses the steel toes of My boots, a sign of her submission to Me. Her long hair cascades around her face, as she does so.

Shivers run up my spine as she moves up my legs pressing her naked body to me. Her eyes move up to my face trying hard not too look me in the eyes without my permission. I feel her need for me, for my touch. I move my hand down softly cupping her cheek, tilting her head up to me more, silently giving her my consent to look me in the eyes. My eyes lock on hers, look deep into her very soul. I see total submission and love, feeling the bond between us strengthen. I stand like that without moving or blinking for several long minutes. I savor her physical warmth pressed to me as well as the warmth of her soul, as it reaches out to me.

My hand moves from her cheek to the back of her head, tangling in her silken hair. Pulling her up to her feet, I bring her face closer to me. I breath in deeply taking her scent deep in to my lungs, savoring her sent, letting it fill me. I tilt my head down pressing my lips to hers, kissing her softly. My tongue slides out and over her lips, tasting her. Feeling her lips part for me, inviting me in to her mouth, if I wish. My tongue slips easily into her mouth, tasting her, savoring her. My fingers tighten in her hair pressing her into me harder.

A deep growls comes up from the depths of my chest as my hunger grows. I lunge forward at the restarts demanding that I feed after so long without blood. The lust is strong. I saver the battle with it, fighting with it, enjoying the struggle. My mouth moves from hers nipping and softly biting my way down her lower jaw. Pressing my body to hers, I tremble with my growing need. A need to feed from My sweetling. I press my face into her neck, my hand on the back of her head tilts it to one side, giving me easier access. My tongue slides out from between my lips to run over her skin, tasting the salty flavor of her. My nose flares smelling the blood that pumps just below the thin layer of skin. My tongue feels her pulse as it speeds up with her excitement.

My mouth opens wider as my fangs grow longer. My breathing increases with My anticipation of what is to come. I let my long fangs scrape over her neck teasing us both as I turn us around pressing her against the door. Now pressed tightly to her, I grind my hips into her. I let her feel the bulge, let her feel it throb with my need to be in her. My tongue moves over her neck tracing the pulsing vain of blood, slowly growling a deep grunted sound.

I finely press the points of my fangs to her flesh, slowly pressing into her. A shiver runs through my body, as the first of her blood fills my mouth. I groan as I let my mouth fill, slowly savoring the taste of her. I easily fill my mouth, slowly running down my throat, moving to my stomach. Her warmth begins to move out from My core. It spreads though my body, warming me from the inside out. My eyes shut as they roll to the back of my head, from the ecstasy of the feeding. The pleasure is as good as sex, if not better. I feel my pet’s being fill me with every mouth full of her that I take. My mind floats in a haze of pleasure as my hunger is finally content. The ecstasy of the feeding sedates it, causing it to slowly sink back in to the dark depths of my soul. There it will sleep until the need stirs within once more.

I press into her harder as my other need takes over and the blood lust subsides. My cock throbs painfully now within My leather pants and I press it to her. My fangs slowly withdraw from her neck puncturing. My tongue lets a drop of it well up pressing against the two wounds. My blood causes her to heal quickly. I growl, an almost contented sound, as my mouth moves back to hers kissing her harder and with more passion as physical lust takes over.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kaji

~ His fingers entwine within the length of her mane, as her body molds against His.. to be in His embrace once again, to feel His touch, His power, His hunger.. everything about Him.. after 3 long lifetimes denied. Kaji's eyes lost within the shadows of His, feeling Him delve within her soul.. no... not *her* soul... *His* soul.. for He owns, commands, every part of her, down to the soul that travels from life to life to be with Him.. she feels that tendril of darkness snaking within her.. possessive, wicked, strong, encircling her soul, protecting, drawing life from it.. her life... she lives only for her Master...

Kaji's breath hisses in as His lips, finally, after so many long minutes.. and so many lifetimes... claim hers once more... the chill of His skin and the warmth of hers melt together in that kiss, she parting her lips for Him.. His tongue accepting that submissive invitation, her tongue curling about His, lapping at Him.. tasting Him.. as the kiss deepens... His hungered growl met with her own.. a need filled purring sound that ripples from deep inside her to vibrate over His tongue and lips, her body trembling against His.. it has been so long... so very long...

He breaks the kiss, leaving her whimpering as He always does, she afraid for that brief moment that He was going to pull back from her.. deny her His touch... but instead He begins that seductive, tantalizing nipping, of bottom lip.. along her jawline.. she feels her flesh warming.. her heart pulsing.. sending rivers of her sweetened blood racing thru her veins.. pumping... heated.. living blood... She feels His hunger.. feels it within herself.. this only escalating her own growing need to be fed upon.. to feel that vicious burning pain as His fangs find flesh and sink within.. as her life's blood flows to Him.. for Him.. to feed Him...

"please" a whispered begging..."please Master"...

He answers, but not with words.. the graze of His razored fangs along sweet, vunerable skin.. a low growl as He turns her.. trapping her, pinning her to the door with the weight of His body, her throat exposed to Him, the feels of His fangs teasing once again brings a plaintive begging "pleaseeeee".... she undulates between the door and His form.. as He grinds into her, she moves against him, naked.. heated.. flush.. her heart pounding in her chest.. breath coming in deepening gasps..

Fangs sink into flesh, and Kaji's cries out, the sound a mingling of a pain filled sound and the deepest of lusting moans.. her body tenses.. always.. to the pain.. that sweet pain that she savours as He feeds from her.. life's blood heated and flowing... her eyes flutter closed.. she encirling her arms about Him, daring to glide her own fingers into and thru the dark strands of His hair.. as He drinks from her.. "yesssss MMMMaster" she manages to whimper.. the feeling of utter submission overwhelming her.. weakness following as her life is slowly drained... she knew He could easily end her life... but also believed He would not.. He had in the past.. when her time with HIm was finished.. but this would not be that time.. not when He only just came to her...

She lets a low moan slip past her lips as she leans into Him for strength, He pulling back from her then... The slightest of tingling felt a moment later.. He healing the wound.. in effect allowing her to live.. to remain at His side.. at His feet.. where she belonged..

His lips, still colored from her blood.. find hers.. the kiss hard.. deep... a lusting taking over.. she squirms under the intensity.. her tongue this time slipping within His mouth, tasting her own blood..caressing along His tongue and teeth.. feeling His fangs... She could feel the power now coursing thru Him after His first feeding since awakening.. she could feel the lust.. her own was building... He always would feed from her.. take her life for Himself.. and then take her body... use her body... for Himself.. altho over the years, the lifetimes.. she found that He allowed her to feel the greatest of pleasures... and for that she was grateful... Kaji was deeply... and completely... in love with the Vampire and had been since her first life... She was bound to Him... she needed Him to survive.. she wondered and suspected He needed her as well... she never would betray Him.. this He knew.. for she had died for Him in lifetimes past... slaughtered to keep Him safe...

The kiss deepens.. Kaji's fingers leaving His mane and raking down His back as He grinds into her.. pressing her to the door behind her.. she rocking her hips in return.. letting the searing heat of her bared sex brush against the aroused hardening of His cock that she could easily feel beneath the leather embrace of His pants.. As always, this body was virginal.. None would touch her.. only He and whom He desired... She was tight... pure... and dripping wet.. the scent of her sex now permeating the room... she had to remind herself that when He took her.. she needed to try... TRY .. to be quiet... for as vocal as she was.. surely the Mistress of the Manor.. or another slave would hear...

Already her moans were reverberating around His mouth and tongue.. the sounds begging Him to take her... the motions of her body... writhing.. undulating.. swaying.. begging for Him to bury Himself within her.. Deep in His mind.. her voice is heard... the connection between them that strong.. with a depth that none other had...

"please... I am empty without You inside me, filling me.. Master... please" the silent words begged in His mind.. coming from not just her own body and mind.. but from her soul.. for when He took her.. He would claim her soul again.. grasping it... possessing it.. owning it.. and HER.. ~

 

[Silk Parlor]

silky

(( ooc Sorry for being so slow ))

As I slept I felt the presences of something, what; I didn't know. Tt was strange to me. Still feeling chilled I sighed heavily, drifting in and out of sleep as I let my body fight to heal me.

I know not how much time I had been asleep, when I finally feel the softness of Mistress's hand, the warmth of Her lips, and Her loving voice. Moaning softly I enjoy the comforting touch. Turning my head slightly, I open my eyes slowly. 'Yes, Mistress," saying in a soften voice, as I move up to the headboard leaning my back against it. I feel slightly weak, I entwine my fingers with Hers.

Sniffing the air, I smell the soup, my stomach rumbles in hunger yet acts as if something grips it tight. My eyes move to the bedside stand. I'm unsure if I am wanting to eat something.

"Mistress, Thank you, I am also sorry," babbling, my heart heavy as I remember my being late. I look down on the bed bowing my head. My mind still running rapid and confused. Glancing around slowly, gaining composure as to where I was, I see I am in the Mistress' room. Smiling to myself I know this is always where She brings me when I have taken ill, so She may care for me when not busy with other business

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Carmon

With eyes full of concern and compassion Carmon brushed back silky's hair. "Shhh. . . my little one. you will need to rest." Carmon laid the bowl to the side and slipped Her hand down silky's warm body. She grabbed a cloth that was resting in a bowl of cool water and ran it over Her pet's skin. her face was warm to the touch and her pulse was quick.

Carmons sighed and wished that Her favorite pet were better. She wanted her to help out with this first day. Alas, Carmon knew that the flu was a horrid thing and She herself was beginning to feel stuffy and not quite up to par. However, for now She would care for Her silky. Moving the blankets off, She wiped down silky's arms then her chest. Carmon moved to Her slave's legs and washed them with the cool cloth. Her fingers trailed lightly up her thigh and then down.

With a heavy sigh She slipped the covers back in place and kissed silky's head once more. Her fingers roamed over the soft lips, begging for Her touch, but She also knew that to make Her own body weak with illness was not a good thing so She left silky's side.

Once Carmon had washed and cleansed Herself from the germs that were wracking silky's body She ordered the slave girl to continue her vigril over silky's weak frame. Carmon then headed to the kitchens to order lunch to be ready for Her and the new guest of the manor. She would seek her out as soon as the slaves told Her the meal was ready.


Carmon then went to Her study and made several calls hoping to bring in more guests to the manor. She wanted it full, and welcomed all that wished to play with Her or a guest to come in. She longed for some distraction while Her pet lay sick in bed.

 

[nightray]

I hear her words in my mind as we kiss my hips slowly moving in circles against her sex. Shivers run through my body at the heat of hers. My hand moves down her naked skin, traveling her worm flesh, savoring the softness of it. My hand slips between her legs feeling the wet heat. I growl as my fingers dip into her sex, pressing in slowly until they brush against her hymen. I growl with pleasure as my fingertips press against the thin barrier of her virginity. I know she’s not lying to me, but feeling it with my own fingers confirms it exists as well.

The palm of my hand rubs against her clit in small circles, as my mouth moves from her lush lips, down to her firm breasts. My lips find her nipples. I suckle on them gently, my teeth scrap over the long hard buds of flesh. My fingers slowly move in an out of her slit feeling her inner walls pulse around my fingers. I savor the tightness of her, anticipating what she will feel like wrapped around my throbbing cock.

I slowly withdraw my fingers from her dripping sex, bringing them up to her mouth. I press them in past her lips letting taste herself. I shiver as she lightly sucks on my fingers. Her tongue wrapping around them, cleaning her juices off. I slowly take my fingers out of her mouth, watching as they come from between her lips. I bring them to my own mouth, taking the rest of her sweet juices for myself. I growl lustfully as the taste of her fills my mouth and mind. I look into her eyes letting her see my lust building even as I see the lust burning in her eyes.

I pull away from her, then step back my eyes on her face not saying a word. I lift my hands away from my body signaling to her that she is to strip me. I stand still as stone, a small smile on my lips, knowing how much she wants me in her just as I want to be in her. Teasing and extending things are always pleasurable especially after so long without her beneath me. I hear her whimper with disappointment that I didn’t just take her virginity right there, but the flush of her face betrays that its only exciting her all the more.

I breath deeply as I stand waiting for her, taking in her scent, savoring the musk of her sex. My eyes move over her body slowly taking in the blush of her skin as her excitement grows. My cock presses painfully against the tight front of my leather pants making My own need just as obvious as hers is. I feel her blood pumping threw my veins warm and soothing even as it exits me. My mind fogged as I fight My own urges to just take her virginity right now, hard and fast.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kaji

~ The invasion of His fingers, delving deep within her hungered body, brought forth a low gasp.. As He confirms her virginity.. her being pure for Him.. as she should be.. trembling against Him.. His touch, His lips to her tender nipples, set her on fire.. she had been feeling the horrible emptyness of a soul wishing for it's Master.. a soul hungering.. thristing.. a soul lost until back within the chains and collar of the One who controls it... Kaji's soul had been at that point.. a desperate lonliness.. a despair that filled her.. for the past 3 lifetimes, til now.. in His embrace once again.. the pain of His feeding from her.. the pleasure of His taking her.... Her dreams had been all she had, til now.. as her body arches back, shuddering .. His fingers plunging onto the warmth.. cool meeting and enveloped in heat... chilling and warmth coming together..

Where His darkness crawled over the Manor, like a vicious spider that spun It's deadly web around the Keep.. now that she were in His arms, having offered her blood for His taste...her own spirit also flowed out over the Manor.. a deep sensation of longing... craving... hunger... and a deeper tendril of submission.. that seemed to undulate just under the uneasy darkness of His power that enveloped the place... Kaji wondered for a brief moment if the Mistress of the Manor felt it.. felt what was happening within her own Keep.. Kaji thought perhaps the Woman was... observant and astute.. that she would and could feel the power that flowed from the heart of the Manor.. the heart that was her Master.. even tho His heart ceased to beat so very long ago... He was the heart.. the power.... she the blood that fed Him...

His fingers retreat, dripping from her slick fluids, brought to her lips, she suckles as if she had not fed in days, drinking in the sweetness of her own arousal... tongue curling around, lapping at Him.. when He withdrew them from her own mouth, she whimpers softly, not wanting to loose that taste.. nor that contact with Him.. she was near crazed with need.. voicing her lusts now.. with a begging voice... "MMMmaster... please... I hunger for You"... she knew that what she felt.. what she needed.. mattered not.. even tho He always left her panting and exhausted.. always bringing her to a mind shattering orgasm... she sooo desperately needed Him... her eyes were locked in His.. a rare honor for the slave... she loved His dark, intense eyes, and always was grateful when allowed to become captured and lost within...

He stepped back.. He not needing to speak.. Kaji knew just what He wished... even as she whimpered in her need... the longer He chose to draw it out, the more intense the union between the Vampire Master and His mortal slave would be...

Kaji's lips curl into a almost wicked smile.. if He wished to tease.. than sooo would she... she steps back.. letting Him see her flushed body... the skin a dusky hue, glistening with the slightest sheen of heat.. the mark on her throat, all but healed, but Kaji had always begged for a mark.. His mark.. to be left.. and He had allowed that.. she could still feel the dull ache within from the plunge of His fangs... her heavy breasts tipped with dark nipples.. swollen with her arousal.. heated and bloodfilled.. between her thighs, the skin was slick and wet.. glistening.. gleaming.. beckoning Him... she turns around, the curve of her ass then shown, legs parting, she bends slightly with a teasing sway, dark almost reddened pussy lips seen.. and that tight virginal entrance... none had touched her... ever... only Him....

Kaji then turns once more steps closer to Him.... running the tips of her fingers along His chest.. as she moves ever so slowly behind Him.. she says nothing.. there were no need for words at this point.. once at His back, she pauses, and leans into Him.. letting Him feel the rounded press of her breasts to His back.. the heat of her cunt to His ass.. her arms encircle Him.. loosening His belt.. His leather pants.. from behind.. it takes a mere tug then to lower them slightly.. but not entirely... she lowering down for a moment to brush her lips over the now naked curve of His ass...

She then slinks around the front of Him.. a teasing smile still on her lips.. she thinking He looked so damned sexy standing there with His shirt on.. pants down past His hips and groin but not further and still in His boots.. she stands before Him, gliding her hands up and under His tight fitting shirt.. and with His cooperation of arms up and over His head, the shirt is slipped off... baring His chest to her... her lips begin trailing His collar bone.. downwards, to embrace a small nipple.. playfully suckling as her hands find and grasp His aroused and now free.. cock... fingers slowly stroking... using both hands to keep the sensation constant.. as she nips and suckles first one nipple .. then the other... "I want You" she murmers under her breath.. unable to silence her own lusts.. wants... needs...

Pulling back.. she dares a glance into those eyes again...before falling to her knees before Him... One boot is grasped and slipped free.. then the other... she letting her lips now kiss His bared feet... nuzzling like an adoring feline.. His leather pants lowered and gracefully taken off.. set aside.. as she leans back up...looking up at Him.. His cock brushes her lips.... which part and engulf him.. hand wrapping about the base.. she tilts her head slightly so that He can thrust His cock deep into the column of her throat... with her moving and His hips rocking.. she begins to suckle Him deeply... tongue cradling the length as it moves in and out of her heated embrace... deeper into her throat.. she pulls from Him.. wet and tight.. her other hand cupping His balls... eyes closing... that mental connection seeming to strengthen as she takes Him with her mouth.. on her knees .. before Him... long dark hair cascading down her back.. swaying along her hips as she moves... she moans deep within her soul.. that vibration tickling upwards thru her throat.. over HIs shaft... as deep in her mind.. she submits again...

"I am Yours... Master"... those words seeming to travel from the room and over the entire Keep... ~