Master? Yes my pet? Where are we going? You'll find out, sweetheart… be patient. I sigh softly, and lean against him. With the blindfold securely in place I have no idea where we are going. All I know is that we left the airport and headed off into the countryside before things went... dark. Charrick wraps his arms around me, and shifts over to whisper into my ear… You're going to love this, little one… I promise. I trust you, Master… you know I do. The rest of the ride is spent in silence. He gently runs his fingers along the exposed folds of flesh… up and down my arms, then pulls at my skirt to reveal my legs. As he commanded, I wore no panties for this journey. Tingles of pleasure ripple through me as his fingers teasingly wander further up my legs. Oh Master… I breathe quietly, not sure if the driver can see us or not. Almost there, sweetie. Suddenly we come to a stop, and I hear the window coming down. I shift up quickly, lowering the hem of my skirt as an unrecognizable voice rings out. "Everything is ready for your stay, Sir… we hope you find it all as requested!" Thank you my good man… have some evening tea brought up to our balcony. I tilt my head, trying to gather any clues as to where we may be. I hear the distant sound of waves crashing… the wind whistling through some lush foliage… but before I can recognize anything else the window has been rolled back up. Master please… a hint? He chuckles. Love… relax and enjoy the ride. A pout crosses my face as I lean back into him, but changes quickly as I feel his fingers closing sharply over my right nipple. I gasp and lean up trying to find some relief, until he releases my tender flesh. The ache deepens as blood rushes back through my breast. I want to reach up to soothe the skin but I dare not. Instead I reach up and slip my finger through the d-ring of the collar that was slipped around my neck before the blindfold went on. Finally, after a few more excruciating moments the ride comes to a stop. I can hear my leash being attached and a gentle tug pulls me up out of the car. Unsure of where my feet are taking me, I reach out to grab a hold of Charrick's shoulder. Master please! Not so fast... He laughs once again, that sadistic tone that he always cackles. He tugs on the leash a little more definitely this time, stumbling me forward to his side. My imp… our trip has only just begun, and you're already begging? I start to blush deeply and hide my face into my hands. I can feel Master turn around. Get our bags and bring them to our chambers. Softly I inhale the air. There's something sweet and misty about it… we're most assuredly by some water. I can also smell a garden, alive with blossoms. Devoid of sight my scent becomes acute, gathering any hint of my surroundings. Most prominently I can make out the lilacs, one of my favorite flowers. Two steps up, sweetie… there you go. Master carefully guides me up and into a building. Reaching out I can feel the rough texture of stone before the walls pave their way into smoothe panels. Everything is equally dark underneath the blindfold. I can no longer tell if it's even daytime. Take her up to her rooms and freshen her up, then lead her to the balcony. A tiny feminine voice answers Master's command. "As you wish, my lord." I tilt my head. The accent is a mixture between old English and Irish. We arrived in Dublin hours ago, but the long car ride in a direction unknown to me has left me without even a guess in this foreign land. It's the first time I've ever been across the Atlantic Sea, and now I'm supposed to follow a woman who I can't even see yet? The look on my face must have given way to my uncertainty, for he reaches up and gently brushes the fear away with a soft touch to my face. There there little one, just follow my orders. I'll be up in a few minutes after I get us settled here. Quietly I squeak out a, Yes Master, and then feel another tug on my leash pulling me away from his touch. She's quite gentle with the lead… making sure to alarm me to any steps or anything of that nature. Finally, after I'm quite sure that I know not where I am even inside this building, we come inside an airy room and the leash is unhooked from the collar. The blindfold is lifted from my eyes. After a few blinks to adjust my eyes to the candlelight, I search for something to center me. The first thing I see is the young woman who the voice belongs to, kind and gentle in her expression. Dark chesnut hair frames her small face and she looks at me with bright green eyes. The most stunning thing is her costume. It appears to be servant wear of very old times, almost medievalist… "My lady," she starts out with a small curtsey. I balk at the gesture, unable to think of any response. "...my name is Grace. I'll be one of your ladies in waiting during your stay here with Lord Charrick. If you need any help at all, please call on me. My only job here is to attend to you, following Lord Charrick's orders of course, my maiden." Grace… please, tell me… where are we? "That I'm afraid I cannot say. We have strict instructions not to be disobeyed. Your questions will be answered in time, do not worry." With those words spoken, three other women enter and proceed to hurry me off to the bath. The elegance of an ancient Greek Spa, as I have only dreamed about before, spreads before me. Water pours into the large sunken pool from above as if it were a waterfall, tiny ionic columns lining the edge of the bathing platform. Everything is white marble, cold in appearance, but with the fire rocks the room stays deliciously warmed. I am undressed, then coaxed into the warm water with Grace. The soft jets of the whirlpool work at my shoulders and back as I relax. My new lady in waiting swims forward and takes a golden pitcher, filling it from the waterfall and then carefully pouring the water over my head. Gently she and the other ladies, Aislinn, Una, and Meelin, set to the task of bathing me... soaping up my skin from top to bottom, then rinse me off just as delicately. My hair is washed and conditioned… and never once do I feel a slight tug of my dark locks. I feel like royalty being attended to, and I suppose that is the point of this. Once pulled out I am patted dry, standing close to the fire rocks. Some water is poured over them, releasing a mist of steam into the room, softening my skin and returning some of the moisture lost in the bath. Laid out on a table I am lotioned, two sets of hands belonging to Aislinn and Una working their way up my legs and arms to my belly and chest. Grace is at the top of the table, rubbing some cream into my forehead and over the bridge of my nose. I almost feel at panic with so many hands lying upon me, but the ladies work at the tension they feel beneath their fingertips. Talcum powder is smoothed into my skin after the lotion. "Come your grace," Una beckons me to follow her, though from the title I nearly stop mid step. "...your dressing room awaits." Into another large room, mirrors lining the walls and even the ceiling, tables of porcelain and seats aligned with cushions dot the furlined floor. Meelin steps forward with a gown draped over her arm. Silky silver linens run loosely down over my legs and an emerald green bodice forms comfortably to my torso, tied up in back with silver lace and a low neckline in front. Stretching down my arms are tight sleeves of silver with an intricate Celtic design hued of varying greens along the top seams. Velvet cuffs of green so dark they appear black flare out around my wrists. Down the silver skirt are two lines accented with gold running to the hem of the skirt, spreading around my heels. How gorgeous… I marvel at the dress. It feels as though it was tailored exactly for me. Grace smiles and sits me down at a dressing table where she can brush out my hair. "You are to meet Lord Charrick immediately when you are ready, he will be waiting." A collar is placed around my neck with green and silver beads accenting the black weave, and four tiny slave bells dangling onto my chest. Silver slippers are placed on my feet, and after a velvet cloak is placed around my shoulders I am deemed ready. Led by these four ladies I walk softly towards my Master, my heart pumping. Any wishes for an explanation as to where we are fade as I focus on the reunion about to take place. Grace senses the excitement fluttering inside of me and reaches out to grasp my hand. Looking back to what I know of a lady in waiting's purpose, besides attending to the maiden physically, it is also her duty to be a confident and friend. Glancing over I give her a smile, and an adorable blush comes over her pale face. We stop before a heavy wooden door, and pace silently through darkened chambers to a pair of glass doors. I can see the stars above through the panes. With a gentle coax, only I step forward... the glass doors locked in a tight embrace behind me. I take in the scene before me, a stone balcony lined with plants and candles, and finally I see Master rising to his feet from a chair. A smile rests upon his face. I sink slowly to my knees before him, resting my bottom back to my heels. My posture aligns with slow fluidity, my head held high and sparkling eyes downcast, my neck and back straight… my thighs spread wide before him in one smooth action, the form of my knees detectable underneath the silky linens. Lastly my hands clasp to the small of my back, where I wait quietly for Master to greet his slave. He smiles. Ah, so beautiful… I blush and keep my gaze directed down in respect. Welcome, little one, to our castle. Before I realize it, my head tilts up. He chuckles and guides my face back down to its proper position, then continues to run his fingers along my cheeks and through my hair. You must be wondering where we are… what is going on… well my pet, that will be revealed in good time. For now I will tell you this, we are along the Irish Coast in privacy. Act and speak freely, true to who you are at all times, no matter of the company. We are lord and lady of this manor, for as long as I will keep us here. He lifts my head and I gaze up into his shining hazel eyes, getting lost in the rusty ring of copper, which surrounds both his pupils. We kiss tenderly as a gentle breeze blows by, and inward I spiral until I am floating gently, that familiar gleam in my eyes. Master lifts me gently to my feet. Who are you, willo? I am Your lady, my Lord. I answer clearly. And what are you? Your devoted slave, Master. Always and Forever. My gaze never leaves his. A pleased smile spreads across his face, and he guides me over to the awaiting table with a tea service laid atop. I feel as if I am moving through water, all my movements slow and surreal. This feels like a dream… Master sits on a chaise lounge and motions for me to join him at his side. Come, sit little one… enjoy some tea and refresh yourself. Gladly I obey, leaning in against him and fixing us both our tea. Black tea, three sugars for him… two sugars and cream for me. Master… it feels as though we have traveled back in time! Then it feels just right, love. I stare out towards the ocean, past the gardens below and over the cliffs. The evening air mists and gives off gentle dewdrops kissing my face. Below on the drive a simple string quartet plays a soft melody as the moon begins to rise. I can see the ground keepers walking about, and if any of them notice me looking at them they bow. Looking over my shoulder I notice this is indeed a castle, with stone pillars and towers climbing up into the sky. Ivy winds around and up the stone walls. All I can hear are the birds, the strings, the wind, and the ocean. All I can feel is Master's heartbeat as I snuggle in close to him, relaxing and breathing in this place for all it is worth. In the morning we will go on a tour to show you around. But now, willo, finish your tea and get ready to retire for the night. It's been a long flight, and I can tell you're getting tired. My thoughts beg of a protest, but he silences my mind with a finger to my lips. Your eyes tell all, little one. I settle down. How does he do that? I am tired, and could use a good night's rest. Sipping the tea gently I still gaze around trying to remember this scene, not sure if there are more like it to follow. That night, as we are in our bedchamber I am undressed in front of him slowly by Aislinn and Meelin. One thread at a time the silky dress falls from my light toned skin. Master watches quietly from a huge chair by the fireplace. He looks comfortable, half dazed almost with his eyes narrowing. I look down, watching the flames glow an orange hue on my thighs. Grace sets to work brushing through my hair, humming softly, yet the company is barely noticed. The ladies in waiting leave us to privacy. I go and kneel to the side of Master's chair, my gaze once again cast down before him. Before long I feel his fingers sliding up and down my face, but the touching scene is interrupted with a yawn. Master teases and runs his finger from my chin up, then along my bottom lip. I shudder and bury my face into his lap. My poor tired girl... Stubbornly, like the imp Master sometimes so rightfully calls me, I shake my head and purse my lips slightly and mumble a soft: I'm not tired... Another evil laugh escapes his lips, and I yelp as he pinches both nipples sharply. My eyes close and I breathe in and out slowly, trying to settle with the pain. My posture aligns. Stand. I glance up in surprise, my face flushed deeply; the shock working it's way into my head as I try to stand before him. My hands clasp to the small of my back and my feet slightly spread apart. He first squeezes harder, making me whimper, then releases. I do my best to keep my position though I can feel my knees going weak. He walks around me slowly, looking over everything from my hair cascading over my shoulders down my back to how far apart my feet are stanced. Without warning I feel his hand come crashing down on my bottom. I inhale and moan as the stinging gives way to tingles. Master makes his way back in front of me, and I notice nipple clamps draped over one of his shoulders. First he rubs my breasts. Then one after the other he clamps the nipples, the right one causing me to yelp with newly refreshed pain. I breathe in and out steadily a few times then smile at him, hoping that I'm ready for whatever he may do next. He takes a hold of the chain between my breasts and pulls me over to the furthest wall where a set of bay windows overlook the ocean. When he lights a few candles I realize that there are shackles hanging from the ceiling and two that are attached to the floor... right in front of the windows. I look back at my Master, and he answers all the questions running through my head with a slight nod. One by one he locks my wrists and then my ankles in the leather shackles dangling from metal chains. I coo softly, testing the security of the restraints. My feet are rendered immoble and have my legs spread apart. I can move my arms a little bit but cannot bring them down. When I realize I'm not going anywhere until Master takes me out... I can feel that inward spiral swirling, beckoning me to float up a little further than before. My unclothed body trembles in excitement, the cool night air breezing in through the opened windows. I can hear the waves crashing on the rocks below. Master runs his hand from my shoulders, down my back and over my bottom, sliding gently over my lowest curve until he reaches forwards towards my sex. I arch my back and moan. Oh Master... Yes my little slave? What is it you want? I want... I... I try to answer... I want him, I want every ripple of pain from his loving and powerful hands to wash over my body like the wildest wave. I want every seam of pleasure to cascade in lusty heat from my heart right to my sex. I want him, and anything he would do to me. willo... M.. Master... I'm spiraling down fast just with the mood that he set before me... feeling almost on a drug enduced high, yet so much more. I feel the heat from my backside, pulsing through my veins as the sensations ripple all over. The warmth spreads until my body feels like it could burst out in flames. Sweet surrender envelopes me and I stand as still as I can, supported by the restraints. Softly Master rubs over my backside, letting me relax. Good girl... just relax and let go. He whispers softly into my ear. Though I can hear him, he sounds as though he is far away, his voice echoing as if in some sort of tunnel. My head tilts, wanting to grasp onto reality, but my only link is him. I can feel the air shift around my body, I can feel Master walking around, his presense taking me captive. Colors start to fly by... going from deep purples and blues, lightening up to pinks and teals. A kalaidescope of bright images flashes behind closed eyes, with everything turning bright red as soon as I feel the cool tails of a suede flogger running over my shoulders and down my front. My eyes half open and take in a blurry scene... Master standing before me with a long green flogger in hand. The tails are made of thick, soft suede. The leather is heavy, I can feel the weight of the tails as they run over my breasts, calling my nipples to attention. willo... who are you? Your l.. lady Master. The answer comes in a soft whisper, my voice trying to find itself. Quietly I watch him raise his other hand, which he brings down sharply across my right nipple. A tiny moan escapes and I shrink back. He takes a few steps back to the wall and lifts another flogger off of its holder. It's a smaller implement with shorter tails each cut to a tip at the edges, again leather... but it is red in color. Slowly he begins to bring the small flogger against my skin from my breasts, to my stomach... and ever so softly against my sex. I arch my hips forward and look at him with lust defined in my pupils. And what will you do for me, my baby? The rhythm he builds doesn't waver in the slightest, each smack of the tails landing so softly against my skin that I can barely hear a sound from it. Anything you desire from your lady, Master, she gives to you gladly. His approving smile makes me tingle from head to toe. Bringing the flogger down with more force he moves back up towards my nipples, until one particular shot makes me cry out. Then, softly he continues, barely breezing the leather against my skin. He works his way down to my heat once again. The tails graze against my sex gently as he swings the flogger down. Then he changes direction, lifting the tails right up between my legs with considerable force. My knees start to buckle and I cry out once again. I pull against the wrist restraints and whimper, trying to close my legs but to no avail. He laughs and starts a rhythm against my sex, keeping the blows soft once again. Your behavior today, my love, was beautiful. Thank you, little one. The blows get harder, until I'm rising on my toes with each lash. Then silently, he walks around me, raises the green flogger and directs the tails to graze sharply across my bottom. I gasp and stand up straight. The next lash lands against the upper back between my shoulder blades. I coo and smile as he starts a criss cross rhythm on my upper back. My hair flies up and then settles upon my shoulders, silently echoing each smack. The hardest lashes land on my lowest curve, where Master knows I can take a lot. Being careful not to wrap the long tails around my side he snaps his wrist only slightly, bringing a cascade of leather down against my flushed skin. After a few minutes of the flogger grazing my upper back and butt, I float off, my head happily up in the clouds... Now... are we ready for bed? I can barely nod, standing there in a trance like state. Charrick smiles, and puts down the floggers. One by one he unlocks the cuffs, kissing and rubbing the reddened skin newly released. It's only a few steps to the four poster bed, and he lays me admist the satin sheets. I whimper softly as my back makes contact and roll over fast, but Master eases me over once again. Wincing I breathe in and out slowly, and wait until he gets into the bed beside me. I curl up immediatley into his arms and hide a yawn into his chest. He rests one hand over my butt and back, rubbing the sting out gently. The other arm wraps around my shoulders. The flogging lulled me into a dreamy state, and peacefully I drift off to the sound of the ever-crashing waves outside... waiting for the next day to dawn. -More To Come-