by Princess and Her treasure



  Chapter Three  

    Kayli stretched a bit,  and started at the unfamiliar sensations pouring through her sharpening awareness.  The softness beneath her  was odd.  The softness above her was even more so.  The warmth was a bit disconcerting.  When her hand hit something hard, it seemed not hard or cold or wet enough and the soft light made her wince when she opened her eyes.  What her hand had hit was a heavy wooden breakfast tray, complete with her old favorites from before she'd turned to this life.  How she'd missed breakfast.  The unsweetened, unsalted, unbuttered gruel, for lack of a better word, that she'd been served daily could rarely be  considered breakfast (or lunch or dinner for that matter).  She shivered at the thought and stared longingly at the plate.  Her eyes darted to the fresh chilled juice and steaming coffee.  She smiled when she realized that Mistress must be coming here for breakfast.  Perhaps she'd be generous enough to share a few crumbs with her.  She was nervously wondering if she should assume her waiting position on or off the bed just when the door swung open and Mistress breezed in.
    Cold terror set in when she realized she was in no proper position, just sitting there staring dumbly at the tray.  She considered apologizing, but realized her time of free talk was over and just bit her lip so hard she almost broke the skin.  Mistress grinned at the girl, knowing her delimma.  She grabbed her by the back of her hair and looked down her nose at the shivering slave.  Kayli expected her first round of punishment to begin right at that moment, but was again thrown off balance when Mistress leaned close and  growled softly into her ear, “ My god how in the world do you look so delicious after  just waking.  I should have you for my morning snack, Girl.”  Allanah proceeded to kiss her deeply, free hand moving to play at Kayli's lovely nipples.  She pulled back, smiling and sat on the bed.  Mistress cocked her head to one side and said to her, “Aren't you hungry Little One?”
    Kayli was confused for a moment, but then her eyes landed on a piece of paper on the tray just as Mistress picked it up and held it up for her to see.  A note in beautiful looping script read, “Enjoy your breakfast, slave.  Consider it a reward for your beautiful work yesterday, and especially last night. Love, Mistress”
    Tears pricked at her eyes  and she decided that she'd brave the punishment for throwing her arms around Mistress.  Allanah chuckled and lightly pushed her away with a kiss on the forehead.  She was more than amused when she said, “eat before it gets cold, you silly girl.”  At which point Kayli dove into the delicious meal.  The fact that she'd been grossly underfed over the past year had left her with little room to hold a meal this size, but she did her best, finishing just over half of everything set before her, and drinking all the juice.  Allanah grinned as she watched the girl devour the simple breakfast and noted to herself that she should reward Pablo for his good work last night -- and this morning too.  She'd take care of that when she discussed her plans for her new slave with him.
    “Mistress,” Pablo spoke from the doorway, “Mrs. Carson is here with her slave Shelia.  I have put her in the parlor.  I have coffee brewing and there is fresh fruit and coffee cake that can be served if you wish.”
    Allanah made an irritated noise. That cow was not supposed to be here for several more hours.  “Good job, Pablo.  Get Kayli dressed and have her serve the food.  Same shoes as yesterday.  I’ll see why she couldn’t come at the scheduled hour.”
    Pablo took the tray from Kayli and put it out of the away as Allanah left the room.  She noticed that he was more formally dressed today in conservative grey slacks and a rich white dress shirt.  He strode over to the wall sized walk in closet and removed from one section, an elegant maids uniform of dove grey with what looked to be handmade white lace trim.  He laid it out on the bed and went back in to one of the many drawers and removed a lacy black corset and stockings.
    “Out of bed, hurry!” His voice had an edge of command to it that had Kayli moving quickly.  He laced her into the corset with a speed and tightness that told her he was very experienced with them and with dressing a woman in them.  Moving quickly, he slid on the silk stockings and fastened them to the elegant tabs on the bottom of the corset.  He slipped the dress over her head and fastened up the back, tying the apron around her beautifully restrained waist.
    “Kneel here and I’ll do your hair.  Blast that woman,” he dashed into the bathroom and came back with a brush.  Within moments he had her long, curly dark hair tamed into a French braid.  Little curls escaped around her face charmingly.  Pablo slowed only long enough to fasten the lace cap onto her head and then lock the heels onto her feet.
    “Perfect, follow me to the kitchen and we’ll get the cart set up.  You do know how to serve don’t you?” he asked as she struggled to keep up in the heels.
    Ten minutes later, her heart beating rapidly from the pace they had set to get things ready, Kayli pushed the tea cart into the parlor at a demure pace.  She struggled to keep her face set into a neutral stance.  Mrs. Carson did look like a cow in her black and white ensemble.
    “Ah, Lovely,” Allanah smiled at her and Kayli wasn’t sure if the lovely referred to the cart or to her, nevertheless it made her feel warm inside. “Linda, would you care for some coffee?  Pablo sent out some of his special coffee cake, too.”
    “Oh, yes, please,” Mrs. Carson eyed the coffee cake with interest, “I wish we could find a slave that could cook.”
    Kayli dished up a generous slice of the cake and handed it, a dainty fork and an embroidered napkin to Mrs. Carson. 
    Allanah smiled at Mrs. Carson, “I could help you find one if you like, but you wouldn’t be able to have them as a lap dog, too, if you wanted them to renew their contract.” She motioned for Kayli to pour coffee for Mrs. Carson and to add sugar. 
    “Well, as I was telling you, Ethan pulled off the committee, so he wouldn’t be able to make it today anyway. But who do you think I got to fill his place? You’ll never guess.  He should be here any minute,” Linda gushed as she fed her slave a bite of the coffee cake.
    Kayli admired the slave girl out of the corner of her eye as she poured Mistress a cup of coffee adding cream and sugar to it.
    As if on cue, Pablo stepped inside the room, “Timothy O’Neil, Mistress.”
    A handsome dark haired man swept by him into the room, “Allanah, you look stunning!”
    Kayli almost dropped the coffee cup but saved it gracefully, not spilling a drop.  She kept herself composed and cut Mistress some coffee cake.  She would act as if it were nothing that Master Tim was here.  It was nothing, she told herself.  She didn’t belong to him; she belonged to Mistress.
    Shelia stirred at his entrance, her exotic eyes and perfectly toned body shifting defensively.  Linda just clapped her hands together, “Oh Tim! This is going to be delightful.”
    Kayli handed Mistress the plate and napkin and looked up to see his eyes on her.
    “Coffee, Slave, you know how.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She poured the coffee and walked it over to him.  She had the sudden urge to spit in it before handing it to him but managed to restrain herself.
    “I complement you, Allanah, taking on that girl.  She can be quite stubborn when she gets her mind set on something. I planned to keep her on for another year, but…” he trailed off, giving a shrug to indicate that she hadn’t been worth the effort.
    “Well,” interjected Linda, “If anyone can turn around a second rate slave, it’s Allanah. 
    Allanah smiled pleasantly and quipped, “Oh, I don't hold to the fact that there actually are second rate slaves.  Generally, the problem lies with the trainer, not the slave.  But, that is just my own humble opinion.”  The last sentence was delivered with a shrug and Kayli smiled inwardly, wondering how Mistress had managed to put Master Tim in his place without even a hint of  venom in her voice.  
    Tim struggled hard to keep himself from scowling at the bitch, and even harder from dragging her by her hair across the room and thrashing her within an inch of her life.  The thought that he could easily overpower her consoled him a little, but he had never liked her.  Soon, very soon she would pay dearly for her attitude toward him. Who the hell did she think she was?  He was Master Timothy O'Neil-- one of the most celebrated trainers in the world.  She would be the first he dismissed from the committee when he was made chairman.  The thought made him smile and he took both of her hands, holding them just a tiny bit too tightly, and leaned in to kiss Allanah's cheek.  His response was  a tight jawed  change of subject, “So nice to see you again, my dear.  You are as radiant as ever.” 
    “Oh thank you Tim, you're looking fine yourself, a lovely side of beef if I ever saw one!”  And with that she pulled one of her hands away and slapped him right on the ass.  Allanah took  the moment of shock as an opportunity to slip off her shoes and glide back to her chair, and assume her comfy pose while Tim struggled to regain his composure.  She sat with feet tucked beneath her,  of course, the pale rose colored blouse  and low slung body hugging pale khaki pants showing her... assets perfectly.
    Kayli struggled not to fall over on the floor cackling hysterically, and held on to the handle of the cart so tight she thought it might break right off in her hand.  Her amusement was quite short lived when she saw Master Tim's face, she knew the  look well.             
    The dark cloud that descended over the room made even Linda pause.  Ever the diplomat, she stammered out nervously, “W-why don't we skip all the pleasantries and get right down to business.  Why it's only two weeks until the gala we haven't even decided who will fill the two empty chairs on the committee!” 
    “Of course, Linda.  You're absolutely right.  We must get to work!  But, I must have those clocks checked, I had no idea that it was already three in the afternoon.” Kayli once again marveled at how she never lost her composure, nor the sparkle in her eyes, and seemed so pleasant even when knocking someone neatly off his, or her, feet.
    Linda threw her hand over her mouth and gasped just enough to put on a show of mock embarrassment, before answering, “Oh dear!  I should have had one of the slaves call ahead and tell you that we'd be early.  Please forgive my horrible manners, but since Master Tim's plane arrived a bit early, we thought it might save some time for us all if we dropped right in and got things settled before we retired to my place for lunch.” 
    “My goodness what a wonderful idea.  I do have some fun with my new slave planned for today. I'd much rather be doing that  this afternoon. You're right let's get that nasty business settled right away.”  She delivered the comment with a wink and a smile and took a sip of her coffee.
    Linda quirked one eyebrow and then decided to let it go, she needed Allanah's vote for Tim and they both knew it.  The decision to add anyone to the committee had to be unanimous.  For now she'd have to play the game and put up with her crap, but as soon as she got the chance...  She cleared her throat and  began the ridiculous gushing as only she could, “Well, as I've already said, Master Tim has agreed to join our little group! Can you believe it!  When I'd found out that he had finally consented to sign on with us, well, you can just imagine my glee. Isn't it just wonderful! To have someone of his stature and training and let's not leave out the fame!”   
    As Bessie The Cow droned on, Allanah thought about the fact that she was right.  He was famous in most circles she ran in.  His demonstrations were amazing, the parties flawless, and his slaves famous for being “so well trained”.  Though she found it a bit disconcerting the way their eyes  seemed  hollow and the bare bones thinness that they all seemed to have made her want to do nothing but feed them.   Even though super thin may have been the fashion, it wasn't her taste.    She loved lush curves and well muscled bodies, it went along with her whole philosophy of luxury.  Things that felt and looked good were her ultimate fetish--well, beside the obvious.  
    Allanah forced  herself to tune back in the the live campaign ad in front of her.   She listened for a few seconds more and interrupted Bessie--er Linda, ”what does all of this have to do with me, exactly Linda?”  She wanted her to say it.
    “Allanah, daaaarling,” the word drawn out gratingly, ”You know exactly what it has to do with you.  We want to be sure of your vote, dear.”  
    “Linda, you know that the votes are secret and anonymous.  Of course I can't guarantee anything.”  Allanah sipped her coffee again, knowing there was more. 
    “We wouldn't dare ask you to compromise your principles, of course, but it wouldn't hurt to know who we have on our side.”
    Tim who had sat down and watched the two quietly now interjected, “Ladies, there's really no need for this conversation.  Of course the votes are anonymous, and they well should be.  Wheedling votes is not really my style, and if the committee doesn't want me, then it's really a simple matter of a demand.  If I am found to not be in demand, well then...”  He let the thought trail off with a shrug of his shoulders and a fake devil may care smile.  
    “That's quite a good attitude to take Timmy!  I applaud you for it.  Is there anything else I can do for you Linda?” 
    Kayli watched Mistress offer a distinct dismissal, while putting Master Tim neatly back into his place.  Both were speechless, and did the only thing they could do without alienating her completely.  They stood and excused themselves, trying to hold their heads high while their tails were tucked.  The three all knew the deciding vote would be hers, and hers alone.   There was no one else who even hid being in favor of adding him.  She'd  already known what her vote would be, but it was cemented by this morning's meeting. 
    Kayli was a bit bewildered at how Mistress had acted, it was rather shocking to see her smile while keeping both guests on a short leash and never be impolite, or even stop smiling.  She busied herself with straightening the cart and picking up used coffee cups as Pablo called for Linda's car to be brought around and Mistress ushered the trio to the door.  She waved them off with a smile and a blown kiss.
    When she returned, she patted Kayli on the bottom and leaned in to kiss her gently on the forehead.  “You did well this morning. And just so you know, it's very difficult to get blood out of a carpet, and dragging a body across this floor would be a horrible chore.  Thank goodness no one was “accidentally” impaled on a cake  knife,” when she'd said the word “accidentally,” she'd used her fingers to make little quote marks around it.  She chuckled and winked at her slave girl while taking a piece of cake for herself.  She watched the beautiful girl clearing the dishes and wondered for a moment about the blank stare her little slave was wearing.
    Kayli, very carefully stacked the coffee cups and plates onto the cart, concentrating very hard on the task; because if she didn’t the emotions inside of her were going to overwhelm her.  She had to keep going.  Mistress must not know.  No one should know.  She pushed the cart toward the kitchen.
    She heard the front door open and Mistress greet someone by the name of Joshua.  The hallway seemed too long and suddenly very hot and close.  Abandoning the cart, Kayli bolted down a side hallway and opened a random doorway.  It was a well appointed linen closet.  She stepped inside and shut the door, sliding to the floor, holding her knees close to herself as the tears started to flow down her face.
    She thought about the first time, which also happened to be when she first saw Mistress.  It had been a trainer’s event.  Master Tim had been preparing her and another slave for since she had arrived two weeks ago.  She had been so excited that she was getting out of the basement dungeon for an evening.  She had helped at the coat check, working hard and quietly until a hand had lingered on her arm.  Breaking her training, she dared a look up and looked up into the beautiful dark eyes of Mistress.  She was stunningly beautiful and she felt the power from her like an electric current.
    “Looks like you’ve captured one, Allanah,” a deep voice had rumbled.
    Kayli could barely take her eyes off this woman, whose hand still touched her arm, to see the tall, older man in the tuxedo. 
    “Whose is she?” Allanah had asked, her fingers stroking Kayli’s arm causing her to tremble.
    “Timothy’s I believe.  He should be showing her tonight.”
    The finger’s withdrew and they had walked away, their voices trailing off, “She’s not like his usual….”
    Kayli remembered Master Tim smelling like wine when he came for them. He had needed help with the intricate lacings on their outfits.  Still fairly new to him, Kayli asked if someone else would be doing the flogging.
    He had asked her rather coldly why that would be necessary.
    She realized too late that there was no polite way to say that she thought he was too drunk to do it safely.  She finally stammered out, “I-I th-think y-you’ve h-had too m-much to dr-drink.”
    Without a word, he had led them both to the stage and began the demonstration.  When he got to the flogging part of the demonstration, he took MeLing instead of her.  Kayli was both relieved and disappointed.  However, she was surprised when he then took her and cuffed her to the thick post. Fear welled up in her as she heard him announce the cat of nine tails. 
    “Not a sound, Bitch,” he had whispered to her.
    She hadn’t needed to worry, the strength of the first blow had knocked the wind from her.  By the time he was done, she didn’t have strength to scream.  She thought it was over, but when he had gotten them back to his place, he had shoved her down the basement stairs.  She had lain stunned at the bottom of the stairs, her head spinning, unaware of the next attack. 
    “How dare you!” he had roared, kicking her in the ribs. “You ungrateful little cunt! Suggesting that I am not safe!”
    His next kick landed on her leg as she had trying to move out of the way.  It seemed like hours he chased her around the basement, screaming his fury at her, kicking her, pulling her up by her hair and tossing her, until he had strung her up by her wrists and whipped her until she bled.  Only then did his anger seem appeased.  He had cut her down and tossed her into the smallest of the cells.
    She thought she was free of him, but he knew she was here.  He wouldn’t trust her to be quiet.  She rocked in the darkness, terrified.  She had to leave. She might even be putting Mistress in danger.
    The door of the closet opened and Pablo stood there backlighted by the hall light.  Kayli closed her eyes and hid her face as the nausea in her grew.
    “I’ve found her Mistress.”
    Allanah came down the hall worried.  She knew Kayli had been upset by Tim’s visit.  She had gathered that her time with him had not been good, even possibly abusive, but she had not forseen the girl bolting like this.  Joshua’s return had distracted her.
    Pablo stepped aside from the linen closet and Allanah moved in turning on the lights and kneeling down next to the silently sobbing girl.  Gently, she reached out to touch her and was surprised when the girl flinched at the touch.  Resolutely, she stroked her arm soothingly.
    “Kayli, It’s Mistress, what’s wrong honey?”
    “I n-need to l-leave,” she whispered, feeling the despair drop in the pit of her stomach as she began to destroy her life here, “It isn’t g-going to w- work out and—and—“
    Allanah lifted the girl’s chin to look into her eyes and said in a calm voice, “Look me in the eye and tell me truthfully that you really want to leave and I will let you.”
    Kayli struggled to look Mistress in the eye, but the shame was too great.  She tried curling up into a ball again, but Allanah kept her from doing that by holding her close to her body.
    In a firm, but gentle Mistress voice, Allanah pressed her, “Kayli, You will tell me what is this is about.  Does it have anything to do with Timothy O’Neil?”  She was going to be damned if she called him a master if she could help it.
    Kayli froze, her body giving away the truth while her mind fought the battle.  If she said yes, she would have to tell more.  She knew Mistress would expect an explanation, and then…. But she couldn’t lie to Mistress again.  She nodded and whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Good girl,” soothed Allanah, “You’re scared of him, aren’t you?”
    “Yes, Mistress,” Kayli replied finding it very soothing to be curled up next to Mistress.  It felt very safe right now.
    “Would he hurt you? In anger?” she probed carefully.
    “Y-yes, M-Mistress.”
    “Sweetpea, I won’t let him hurt you. You are safe here.  You’re safe with me, Honey.” Allanah rocked her, stroking her.
    Kayli cried, aching to tell her, to spill the truth about Master Tim and that night.  He had almost killed her that night over it and promised enough times that he would find a way should she ever tell.  Why would Mistress believe her anyway if she told her that he was a murder anyway?
    Allanah cooed and whispered soothingly in her ear until Kayli was relatively calm.  She took the girl's face in her hands and looked her in the eye again. 
    “I want to know what happened during your time with him.  You will spare me no detail or horror.  I won't have it as a wall between us.  I won't judge you for what happened, and we'll work through your fears together.  Once you have gotten it out, we'll talk about what to do next.   Joshua,  please go ahead and pick up the things we discussed at the botique, and have Pablo meet us in my private study.”
      With that she gently pried Kayli away and stood, then offered a hand to help her to her feet. “Let's go My Sweet.”  Kayli steeled herself to look up into the face of her Mistress and felt her hand moving forward.  She had the distinct feeling that it was being somehow drawn to Mistress rather  moving of her own will.  There was a sort of disembodiment.  Though she watched the pictures on the walls change,she was not fully aware that she'd stood and was walking once again down the corridor.  She watched a large vase of flowers come into view and felt something soft beneath her.  There was softness all around her and the sound of Mistress's voice was wafting around her.  She shook her head to try and clear the fog.   She was unable to make out all of the words that were flying through the air, though some made sense. “... drink...a blanket... something... later we will...”  She heard her name being called from somewhere far away, but wasn't really able to answer, or to try and find who was calling her. 
    Kayli's clouded thoughts were interrupted by a resounding slap that landed squarely on her right cheek. She inhaled suddenly and began breathing again, her eyes coming into focus once more.  She blinked back a tear and looked directly at Mistress.  She chewed nervously on her lip, her mind spiraling faster and faster, body moving defensively back, she readied herself to run if needed.  She waited for name calling to begin and body tensed for the punishment she knew she'd receive.  Mistress moved directly in front of her, making sure they were face to face.  The sick feeling in Kayli's stomach rose each second.  She steeled herself for what was about to be said.
    When Mistress spoke, her voice was calm and soothing, “Kayli, I'm sorry that I had to slap you, but I needed you to focus.” Well that wasn't at all what she'd expected.  Allanah went on, “It's time for our talk to begin right now, and I won't take no for an answer.  Pablo will be bringing our lunch, and if need be, our dinner here.  We are completely alone, here take a sip of this.”  Allanah offered her type of some very sweet juice by pressing a cut crystal glass to her lips.  Kayli sipped from the glass and eventually took it.  She finished it and sat it down on the table near her, the shaking of her hand making it clink as the base came in contact with the wood.  She forced her eyes to meet Allana's.
    “Are you ready Kayli?”
    Dread filled every part of her.  She knew that she had to tell Mistress.  She rubbed her cheek without thinking and nodded slowly and resignedly, “Yes, Mistress.”  The floating feeling started to come back, just enough to distance her and she struggled to stay focused as she began.
    “I m-met Master Tim through Allen Lee.  He had seen me at the club and thought I could do better than clubs and wannabe Masters as he called them.  I hadn’t had a real Master yet, I was exploring.  Then he told me of the society and the training I would get, the contacts.   There was a meeting.  I interviewed one of his slaves and she sounded positive and enthusiastic.  He examined me, had me go through some basic poses and commands.  It was arousing.”
    She dropped her head, “I didn’t think about it hard when he offered me a position in his dungeon. I thought it was a great opportunity.  I signed the contract; I gave him control of my finances because Allen assured me that’s what was done.  I was foolish.
    “The first couple of weeks were just what I expected.  He can be a good trainer.  Harsh and demanding, but good.  Then there was the gala. I saw you,” she looked up almost shyly, “You wore a white gown with embroidered flowers.  You looked like a princess.” Her eyes dropped again and she picked at invisible lint on her dress.  “When he came to get us for the demonstration he had been drinking.  I asked him if he had had too much and if it was safe.  He was furious with me.  He used the cat on me in the demonstration and—“ her breath caught, “When we got home,  he tied me up by my wrists and whipped me until I was bleeding.”
    She sat in silence for a long moment, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall, “I knew it was my fault, and I strived to be a better slave.  But from there out, it was like no matter what I did, I only angered him more.  I would do a task with seemingly no errors and he would berate me for my posture or my expression.  He carried a thick leather strap that he used for punishment and he would just beat me with over and over.
    “I began to count the days until my contract was up. And then one night he—“ Kayli looked up and then around the room.  Her eyes were wide and frightened.  Wrapping her arms around herself, she hunched against the memory.  There was another long pause before she continued, her voice just above a whisper.
    “Sharon had just been sold to an Arabian sheik.  Well, transferred her contract at a windfall price to Master Tim. MeLing and Cathy were Mistress Janice’s for a week for pleasure slave training.  I was the only one there when they brought her in.  They stripped her and tied her to the table. They wore leather masks and she was begging them to let her go.
    “They raped her.  Then they stood around drinking beers and talking about what they were going to do to her next.  It was horrible.  I don’t think she was a slave or a sub at all.  Allan wanted to see her whipped.  Master used the single tailed one on her and she fought so hard I think she dislocated her shoulder trying to get away.
    “She was breathing funny – gasping—but they didn’t seem to notice.  They had some more beer. Master wanted her ass and untied her, holding her by her hair, taking her. And- and Allen forced himself in her mouth at the same time.”
    Kayli seemed to notice for the first time that there was a blanket around her shoulders and pulled it tighter, the cold inside of her filling her completely as she fought not to be consumed by the memory.
    “When they came, they just dumped her on the floor.  She lay gasping while they opened more beer, laughing. She lay so still after awhile; I began to think something was wrong.  Knowing I would get punished, I left my cell.
    Kayli looked at Allanah, the horror fresh in her eyes, “They had killed her and hadn’t even realized it.”
    “Master saw me out of my cell and yelled at me.  I panicked and ran for the stairs.  I had to escape. I might have made it, but they had locked the basement door.  He caught me by my hair and threw me back down the stairs.  He said something about giving Miss Priss a break while teaching me a lesson about running.  I tried to stand up, and he punched me in the face.”
    She stopped remembering the thud, the pain, falling half conscious to the floor, stunned long enough for him to throw her to the vacant table and begin tying her down. Nausea welled up inside of her.  She closed her eyes, fighting if off, forcing herself to continue.
    “Master had me tied up to the table and he whipped the soles of my feet,” she paused remembering her terror and the pain as Master had lost total control.  Tears began to stream down her face, but she did nothing to stop them. “Allan stopped him.  He had noticed the girl and began to freak. 
    “Master said he could get rid of the body, not to worry.  They yelled at each other, blaming each other for the girl’s death.  Master said that no one would ever know and then—then they looked at me.”
    She pulled her knees to her chest and rocked softly, her eyes unfocusing slightly as she slipped deeper into the memory, “Allan wanted to kill me so I couldn’t tell.  He seemed eager, almost hungry and Master thought about it, his fingers wrapped around my throat.
    “Then he began to squeeze, choking me whispering, ‘Kayli won’t tell, will you, Bitch?’.”
    She finally lifted her tear filled eyes and looked miserably at Mistress, “I don’t know how long he beat me, or how long I promised not to tell, but I don’t remember being put back in my cell, or them taking the girl away.  I just remember the pain and trying not to move.  There was blood in my urine for several days.  He didn’t come back down for ages.  It might have been days, I am not sure.  There was no food.
    “When he did come back, I could barely crawl to him and kneel.  What had been horrible before was hell now.  The cell was now kept locked.  He had never locked them for safety reasons.  When the other girls asked, he said I needed the extra comfort it gave, that I craved a deeper level of slavery and punishment.
    “I thought I would be free when my contract was over, but he cleared out the basement the night before I would be free and brought Allen to help convince me to sign for another year.  They said I had to sign or I would be killed.”  She dropped her head in defeat, “I signed the contract.  I would still be there but near the end of the second year, he had me serving guests and the chairman asked me if I would be interested in serving in another house at the end of my contract.  I jumped at the chance and said yes.  Master couldn’t go against the wishes of the chairman.”
    She sat huddled in her blanket, miserable.  Her head ached, she wanted to drift off and never come back.  He would know she had told and he would come back and kill her.  Mistress would not be able to stop him.  She was resigned to it.  It was better that it was all over once and for all. 
    Allanah kept her business face on, knowing the rage she felt inside would only frighten the poor girl even more if she showed any trace of it.  That bastard would pay, and pay dearly.  She rarely made promises to others, but this one she made to herself... his penance would be hellish. 
    She stroked Kayli's hair and pulled her closer, whispering comfort to her, telling her it would be all right, and they would get through it together.  Allanah knew the next few days would be critical in the girl's healing and also in their relationship.  Gentle hands and love would do a world of good while she recovered from today's trauma.  Her voice soothed Kayli. She realized it was time to get everything out in the open. She asked the girl, “Kayli, do you know how you got here?” 
    Kayli answered, “Y-yes Mistress, when my contract was up, the Chairman himself arranged for me to serve my a new contract with another owner—You.”
    Allanah smiled at the sweet face before her, shaking her head gently and asked, “Do you recall the chairman's name?”
    “Yes, Mistress, it was Master James Williams.”
    “Now think back for a moment, think about what you know about me.  Could that be the same James Williams that was borrowing my delicious slave Andrew?” She went on, without waiting for an answer, knowing that Kayli hadn't yet met Lisette and knew nothing of it, “The same James Williams that escorted me to the gala where we first met?  The same James Williams who is in fact my oldest friend and mentor?”  Allanah quirked her eyebrow at the girl and gave her a bit of a wicked smile. 
    Kayli looked confused for a moment as the things Mistress had said sunk in.  “Y-y-you mean, you had Master James call me away from Master Timothy's?”
    “Guilty as charged.”
    Kayli looked up at Mistress and said wonderingly, “You wanted me that much?  You really wanted me? But when – how-- ?”
     Allanah moved and wrapped her arms around the girl and drew her close, comforting her, “I wanted you the first time I saw you.  You were there in that hideous outfit of leather straps, but you radiated something that makes a Master or Mistress sit up and take notice, something that makes them want to see you at their feet moaning in need.  And then to see O’Neil take you and use you when he was half drunk, whipping you without training you for it.  Anyone with trainer’s skill could see you were terrified. I was furious.
    “It took some work to even get your name.  I thought I had things worked out to get you when your contract was up, but then he told me you had changed your mind.” She stroked back the stray curls around Kayli’s ear tenderly, “Now I know.  If I had known, I would have broken into his house and taken you.
    “I had serious suspicions at the next Gala. You did not look like a slave happy in her second contract.  You looked like you had been sentenced to prison.”  Even now, thinking about the fading bruises on her skin, the haunted look on her face made her blood boil.  James had almost tied her to her chair that night.  And to hear another Master compliment Tim on how well this slave had turned out had made her want to beat them both without mercy.
    “We knew then we had to take more direct action.  I am sorry it still took us the whole year to be able to do it.”
    There was a long silence before either said anything.  Kayli, feeling safer than she had for a long time, whispered, “What do we do about him?  He’ll know I’ve told you sooner or later.  Do I have to go to the police?  They’ll find out about the Society.”
    “Don't you worry one bit.  What we do in the Society is not illegal, as has been proven in court many, many times.  Some of the world's best lawyers are members, you know.  As for the police, I doubt that they could go very far or do much with the little information you have.  Do you know the girl's full name?”
    Kayli hung her head and whispered, “No, Mistress.”
    Allanah placed her hand under the girl's chin and lifted her face, meeting her eyes.  “There's no need to be ashamed.  We'll just have to find out more about this whole situation.  We'll need more information about her.  I guess that we'll need to discuss it with Mr O'Neill, won't we?”
    Kayli looked as if she was ready to bolt.  Allanah held her tight and said in a soft, but firm voice, “There is no need to be afraid of him anymore.  I won't allow him to ever hurt you again.   What is your favorite dinner Sweetpea?”
    “Ham,” she said, thrown by the sudden change in subject.
    “OK, that settles it. I'll have Timothy join us for dinner tomorrow.”  The chuckle that followed was almost evil as she said, “I wonder how he'll feel sitting down to a meal with slaves at the table.”
    Kayli swallowed hard, wondering what that meant.  Allanah sat back and looked at her, kissing her forehead.  “Now hop down and tell Pablo that we'll be having an extra guest for dinner tomorrow night and tell him that we'll be having your favorite.    Also, have him order two extra bottles of wine for us, we know how much Timothy loves his drink, don't we?  When you're finished, come up and meet me in the dressing room, we have to find ourselves the perfect outfits for tomorrow night.” 
    Kayli used a good portion of her strength just to stand, and found herself trudging back to the kitchen in shock.  She had gone through so many emotions.  For a few minutes, she had thought that Mistress was sending her back to him.  As she entered the kitchen she was further shocked to see Pablo standing in the middle of the kitchen with an incredibly handsome man kneeling at his feet, looking up at him like the sun rose and set on him.  Pablo was looking down on him tenderly, his finger tracing the curve of the man’s parted lips.
    “You’ll have to tell me later how much you missed me, and maybe I’ll tell you if I missed you.”
    The blond man whimpered and trembled, his eyes never leaving Pablo.   Pablo glanced up at Kayli, grinned wickedly and the looked back at the man, “Run upstairs to Mistress, Joshua.  She will be glad to have you home.  Do be careful, she may be a bit tense from the events of the day.”
    “S-She s-seemed,” Kayli winced at her stammering and forced herself to relax, “fairly pleased with herself.” She couldn’t help but notice the thick bulge in the man’s tight leather pants as he rose to his feet.  His silk shirt fell open to display a well muscled chest and a bold golden rope chain with a charm.  The charm was a round circle with a lion’s head.  Kayli realized that Pablo wore the exact same chain and charm.
    The blond paused curiously, starring openly at Kayli until Pablo sighed, “Joshua, this is Kayli our newest slave.  She will be personal assistant to Mistress.  Kayli, this is Joshua, he is Mistress’ financial wizard.  You’ve had the formal introductions, now move it.”
    Kayli stared after Joshua, while Pablo returned to chopping vegetables into perfect slivers.
    She stammered a bit when she remembered what she was supposed to do.  “M-mistress s-says for me to tell you that we will have an extra guest for dinner tomorrow night.”  She swallowed hard and went on, “It will be Master Timothy O'Neil, and she asked that you prepare a ham dinner.”
    He seemed  unfazed and said, “Done and done.  Have a seat, Girl, and something to drink. What would you like?”
    She looked at him startled, “Are we allowed?”
    “Of course we are.  We are not prisoners.  I know for a fact that Joshua will be with her for a good half hour and you will not be needed until then.  You have no other chores for the moment, so sit down and relax.  Be human.”  He turned with a tall crystal glass and set it down on the table in front of her. “In my role as Alpha Slave, I am commanding you.”
    Kayli cocked her head to one side, then smiled shakily, “I guess I can’t refuse a direct order.”   She took the glass and moved to the refrigerator, and chose orange juice.  It had been so good with breakfast.  She moved back to the kitchen island and sat in front of Pablo, feeling somewhat awkward sitting here like she owned the place.  She still worried a bit that she or Pablo might be punished.
    Pablo smiled, “You seemed a bit surprised to see Joshua here.”
    Kayli sipped, letting the flavors roll around her tongue, appreciating it after not having anything like this for almost two years, “I knew you would be here, but I wasn’t sure there would be another slave.  I don’t have a problem with it.”
    “Good thing,” he washed some cups out in the soapy water, “Joshua isn’t the only one you haven’t met.  Andrew is the gardener.  You won’t see much of him; he’s extremely shy, but a really nice guy.”
    “Why isn’t he here?” Kayli asked curiously.
    “He’s out on loan to a close friend of Mistress.”
    Kayli put the glass down feeling a bit light headed.  She knew it could happen.  It was a danger.  She had to trust that Mistress would not loan her to anyone that would hurt her.  She was still a bit uneasy about her decision to serve Mistress, but her attraction and desire for her were so strong even after such a short time.  She pondered this attraction, her mind wandering a bit, wondering what would happen tomorrow night.
    Her thoughts were interrupted when Pablo tapped her on the shoulder causing her to jump, “Kayli, you okay? Mistress is calling for you.”
    “Oh!.” Kayli put down the now warm juice and hurried up the stairs.  Part of her still felt like she was in a fog, and she tried to shake off the feeling. Her whole attention was to be on Mistress.
    At the door to the bedroom, she smoothed the gray serving dress and took a deep breath before entering.  She was surprised to see Joshua making the huge bed.  Allanah looked up from her chair, studied her for a moment and rose.
    It was clear to her that her little slave was still a bit shaky. She hid it well, but her smile only went so far right now.  That man had a lot to pay for.
    “I wanted you to get your things unpacked and then the three of us are going out for a bit.  I have some errands,” Allanah led Kayli into the room that served as the closet.  “I have a dresser here for you.  The top drawer is for your personal things you brought.”
    Kayli saw that her small bag had been brought in, so she opened the bag and removed the few keepsakes she had brought with her and put them in the drawer.
    Allanah’s eyes missed nothing, “This is a picture of your family?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Do they know you are a slave?”
    “No, Mistress.  They are both dead.”
    “I am sorry for your loss, Little One,” her voice held true sympathy.
    Kayli held the picture for a lingering moment and then put it away.  She folded an embroidered silk scarf carefully.
    “May I see that?”
    “Of course, Mistress,” Kayli handed it over.
    Allanah examined it with professional interest, “This is lovely work.  Where did you get it?”
    Kayli flushed and shifted on her feet, “I made it, Mistress.”
    Allanah looked up at her with a sharp look, “You are full of surprises.  This wasn’t on your list of skills.”
    “It’s a h-hobby, Mistress, not really a skill.  I am not that good at it.” Kayli struggled with herself to stay still and not to fidget.
    “I could easily sell this at my boutique for $150.  You just lack confidence in your skills.  I may need to do a re-evaluation of your skills.”  She handed back the scarf, the wheels turning in her mind.
    “Yes, Mistress.” Kayli put it away breathing a small sigh of relief.  Mistress did not seem angry, so that was good.  She didn’t seem prone to tempers the way Master Tim was.
    Once the last of her things has been put away, Mistress Allanah grinned, “Off with your dress and hang it up.”
    Kayli carefully removed the dress and hung it up on the padded hanger.  She stood waiting as Joshua came in.
    “I am finished, Mistress,” his voice had a pleasant and sensual timbre to it.  He gazed openly at Kayli, “Oh, she is lovely. May I touch her?”
    Allanah gave a little laugh of pleasure, “Since you did so well, yes you may, but be gentlemanly, she's delicate.”  She busied herself looking at clothes.
    He approached like a hunting cat and walked around her, brushing his fingertips over her bare shoulder, sliding the down her back, caressing the firmness of her rounded ass cheek as he came around her front.
    “Such pale skin,” he whispered seductively, running fingertips over the swell of her breasts and watching her nipples harden almost instantly, “So sensitive, too. I wonder how you look when flushed with passion,”
    Kayli tried not to whimper.  She reminded herself that Joshua was probably just very good at what he did.  His fingers fluttered over her skin like pale butterflies and she could not stop herself from arching in response.  He chuckled and withdrew leaving her breathing just a bit faster.
    Allanah stepped over with a knowing smile and handed Kayli a dress, “Put this on, Slave.”
    Kayli slipped on the red cotton dress and buttoned up the front.  It was a simple design but she knew that she looked good in it.  Mistress had excellent taste.  Allanah wore a casual black pantsuit with a form fitting top in deep purple under the jacket.  She checked her hair in the mirror and they were off, Kayli and Joshua following behind her in true parade fashion.
    Several minutes later they were in the limousine with Pablo driving.  Mistress had a briefcase of documents open and she and Joshua were going over them, discussing fiscal this and net worth that.   Kayli watched the sweeping driveway finally empty them out onto the street.   Kayli wondered where they were going, but knew it was not her place to ask.  She sat back and enjoyed the lush scenery around her.  The car trip gave her some time to watch Joshua.  He looked like a sex toy, but he certainly seemed to know his business. 
Allanah nodded and smiled, “You have done wonderfully, my pet.  I think you deserve some reward.  How would you like a taste of my sweet Kayli?”
Joshua gave her a lazy, seductive look that made her flush as she remembered his touch in the closet. “I would like that very much, Mistress.”
Kayli felt her heart beat faster in excitement.  She was a reward.  It was silly to find the idea as exciting and arousing as she did, but she couldn’t help it.
“She’s yours until we get to the boutique,” Allanah leaned back in her seat and smiled at Kayli. “Kayli, you do not have permission to cum, am I clear?”
Kayli felt a sense of almost danger creep around her, “Yes, Mistress.”
Joshua had slid across the limo to her seat and was sliding his hand up her leg under the red dress, his other fingers tracing the outline of her lips as he smiled at her warmly, “Poor Kayli, to be tortured with pleasure.”
She trapped his finger with her teeth playfully, only to release them a second later with a shocked gasp of arousal as his fingers danced cleverly over her inner thigh.  Damn! He was good!
He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her skin getting a soft whimper from her as he dropped his free hand and began to unbutton her dress skillfully.  He was so skillful that she didn’t notice until he had the dress open enough to drop his kisses to the rounded curve of her breasts, just above the dark corset.
She reached out to touch him and he looked up, his blue eyes dark with a hunger that almost scared her, “Hands behind you, Kayli, no touching.  My reward, my rules.”
“O-of course,” she whispered, sliding her hands behind her back
He purred with pleasure and nipped gently at the barely exposed nipple and watched her helpless arching reaction.  His fingers seemed to dance under the skirt again and Kayli yelped at the shock of pure pleasure that throbbed through her.  Oh God, she wanted more of that! 
“You liked that,” he laughed softly at her reaction and did it again teasingly.
Kayli twisted on the seat trying to get more of his hand, “That’s not fair!”
He smiled ferally, “Of course not. It wouldn’t be half as fun if it were fair.”  He unbuttoned the last of the dress and she lay exposed now on the seat.  He leaned over, spreading her legs wide and licked a slow, cat-like lick that produced a short whimper of pleasure. 
“Hmmm… let me see if I can make you sing,” he chuckled dangerously, and leaned into his task.
Kayli’s eyes widened at the skillfulness of his tongue.  It took every muscle of hers to keep herself still, to keep her arms in position, not to wrap her legs around his head and hold him there forever.  She moaned as her need began to build, the pleasure so sweet and dangerous.  Her blood began to pound and she tried to trap him with her thighs, but he held her open with his hands.  She squirmed and cried and tried concentrating on her breathing.  Her whole body was on fire.
For a moment she could breathe easier and she lay there catching her breath only to realize he was slipping from his leather pants and moments later directly into her.  She shuddered with pleasure, he felt so good, trembling, so close to the edge.  He thrust once, twice, a third time and then pushed in hard, tensing and shuddering himself in orgasm.
Kayli wanted to cry.  She was so close.  She wanted the orgasm so badly.  She looked to Mistress with pleading in her eyes, but caught the look from her that bore no discussion.
Joshua, still inside her, smiled down, “How close are you, New Slave?”  He ran his magical fingers across her nipple and saw her shudder helplessly, her eyes wet with tears.  “Right on the edge.”  What a terrible and wonderful place to be, she thought.  He slid out and kissed her softly.
    A few moments later they had pulled up in front of the boutique. Allanah  waited until her slaves were dressed again before having Pablo come open the doors.  She reached over to brush a hair from Kayli’s face and was pleased when the casual touch caused the girl to involuntarily arch her body toward her, her lips parting with unspoken need, her eyes bright with hunger.  She was perfect.