Isolde sat alone on the bed, ankles still bound to the bar that lined the foot of the bed, a robe placed on her and her wrists bound to the collar around her neck. She had only been given the robe so that she didn't freeze while the heat of the fire rebuilt in the room, even still the silk robe did little to keep her truly warm and more to give her curves a curtain of gloss and beauty without revealing too much to take away from the imagination. Her cleavage was pressed tight between her elbows, her knees just able to touch and hide her nether area though not nearly to her own liking. The sheets had been changed while she was asleep and now she sat still blindfolded and waiting for her meal Sir Kreyos had promised to bring her. Upon hearing the door open she couldn't hide her excitement at finally getting to see and eat, but to her dismay she was left bound and blind on the bed while she felt his weight on the bed by her knee.
"Open your mouth," was his order and she hesitated before opening her mouth slightly and feeling the metal of a fork she opened wider, not entirely liking the idea of his feeding her but not about to lose her first chance to eat because she wanted to be difficult. "The Mistress will be in to see you soon," and that was all he said through the course of feeding her and letting her sip the soda through a straw -- orange soda so no caffeine, but why bother with so much sugar? She was going to get fat this way, though the food itself she could tell by taste was some sort of pork with cooked vegetables and potatoes, all cut perfectly for him to pop into her mouth bite by bite. She wondered if he had cut everything himself just so he could feed it to her, but that would be too weird, wouldn't it? Kidnapping someone, keeping them tethered to a bed and left mostly naked at all times but then feeding them food and making sure they were comfortable when they slept -- this was all a bit too odd for her to try and wrap her mind around.
The door opened again, just a light breeze rolling in from the other room though she was almost certain she smelled fresh coffee in that breeze and the thought made her mouth water even as she took another bite of her food. She didn't doubt this was "the Mistress" who had bought her at that sale before and commented so highly about her appearance which she didn't doubt had turned into a mess. The woman smelled of some exotic flowers and spices, it tickled her nose slightly but made her entire body grow warm. Having no sight she imagined them both in her head though doubted there was any justice in her imagination from the sounds of their voices and the scents that carried on their person. The Mistress was pacing around, watching him feed her and her jaw work as it chewed, just observing them both, Isolde had no reason to act differently at this moment, she was at least getting to eat and she had realized after she had been alone for so long that there was no real chance of her escaping. Kreyos had made sure all of her bindings were secure before he ever left the room, even as she slept, though she had noticed the bindings would be swapped when she was waking from more comfortable and soft restraints to the hard leather restraints she wore all day. She wasn't pleased with her new position, not in the slightest but so far they seemed to be taking care of her, she was sure it had been about fourty-eight hours since they took her and to have lived this long she was shocked.
"You will need to feed her at least twice a day Kreyos, she'll lose that lovely figure if you don't. Exercise won't be a problem at all, though I do not want you to push her too hard, they are more lovely if they stay a little soft in the middle. Something will have to be done about that hair, so damaged, we will have Melia look into caring for it more properly for you. Yes, she'll need to be bathed every day, first thing in the morning before she eats would be better, then she will be radiant all day and night for you. We will have to get her measured for her appropriate attire outside of this room, I will not very well have you prancing her about in the nude when she is untouchable such temptation is cruel towards the others." Isolde blinked and snarled a little which got her smacked down onto the bed, her mind swimming in the pain that was suddenly fresh in her jaw and cheeks. "Yes, she will be quite the troublesome little toy, but you are my little fixer aren't you Kreyos? So let us see what training there is in store... Posture is atrocious. Head is always down like a beaten dog, that will never do. Bruised faces are not attractive Kreyos you must learn to punish with a hard hand but do not harm her, surely you wouldn't want to scar her pretty face."
It was several more listed off flaws before Isolde heard the Mistress sigh and click her tongue behind her teeth, "You have quite the work cut out for you Kreyos, my pet. Ah well, a deserved treat for you. Now then we shall go tell the others and begin her new routine. Slave, keep up your good behavior today and you will gain your sight but if you have to be punished even once more you will remain blind for the rest of the week outside of your baths, is that understood?"
"Yes... Mistress," she remembered as she nodded her head but didn't try to lift herself from the bed, she heard the woman giggle lightly before Kreyos was gathering up the mess from her meal and the pair were once again gone out the door leaving her alone in the darkness of her blindfold. She did hope to finally be able to see, especially after Kreyos had told her that she would have to earn the right, though at the same time she was fearful of what seeing her captors might mean. What if seeing them meant she was doomed to die there? What if seeing them meant they would kill her sooner? What if seeing them changed her mind and she developed severe Stockholm syndrome? The questions buzzed in her mind like static on a television set, swallowing her every conscious thought as she lay there in the darkness. They had to know what so much isolation could do to a person, or perhaps that was what they were counting on, the more she thought, the more she didn't like the idea of being here.
When the door opened again a set of small feet followed behind the boots she recognized as Kreyos', a small woman it seemed had come in with him wearing flats from the sound of it unlike the Mistress who wore pumps or stilettos from the sound of her steps earlier. They were unbinding her from the bar at the foot of the bed and that was when she began her plan; she would play along until she was given the perfect opportunity to flee. She couldn't very well run with her eyes behind the blindfold or escape without knowing where the exits were, she would wait and bide her time until she could be free but the smile that crossed her face got a loud crack and a sharp stinging on her thighs.
"Slave, you will mind your manners. Your training has begun, that sting is your warning, punishment will be far more severe," she heard Kreyos' voice as she apologized and stood when she was pushed up by the dainty hand on her spine. She had to admit Kreyos was rather skilled with whatever he was using, cracking what she assumed was some sort of whip to hit her in ideal areas, correcting her posture and leaving searing hot welts.
The robe she was wearing was readjusted so that her torso and hips were covered but nothing more, the chain on the collar which she had forgotten about led her along the way towards a heavenly scent which she assumed was her bath. Lavender and jasmine flooded her senses as a wall of steam suddenly wrapped around her and she heard the door shut and latch as the small woman led her deeper into the room. She could feel tile beneath her bare feet, and her hips tapped the counter as she was stopped and the chain to her collar wrapped around something so that she couldn't move away from the counter. She felt the light brushing of soft fingertips moving over her throat as her hair was pulled back behind her shoulders and the almost purr of the woman Kreyos had brought with him.
"Oh Kreyos, I am so jealous Mistress would give you such a lovely toy," the woman sounded hurt and lustful as she unlatched the wrist restraints from her collar and hooked them elsewhere so that her arms were out to either side. "Mmm, look at those curves, even burlap would look nice on this one. Oh I do so hope that I get a toy like her on my birthday."
"Keep your mind on the task at hand dear sister. Slave, this is Lady Melia, you will do as asked and call her what?" Kreyos cracked the whip only this time to get her full attention as she nodded her head.
"Lady Melia, Sir Kreyos," Isolde answered quietly as she felt the woman's fingers moving around the thin silk with a measuring tape.
"Oh goodie, she's already behaving like a good toy too. That means she will get to come to dinner and drinks soon," the woman piped merrily before angling Isolde's head and measuring her torso length, she could hear pen scribbling onto paper after each measurement.
"Yes, yes Melia, we all know how you adore social gatherings but do not forget what Mistress has asked of you. Slave, it is time you learn the proper titles of those above you. There is The Mistress and she is above all however even in her sight your loyalty belongs to whom?" Kreyos began his quiz and she was thankful she had paid attention to the things he had told her before.
"You, Sir Kreyos."
"Very good. Now there are four above you here in this dwelling. Myself, Lady Melia, Lady Vincent, and Sir Winther, in their presence to keep from confusion as to my status with you, you shall call me Sire is that understood?"
"Yes, S-Sire," she tried the new name and was relieved to feel a small brush of fingers through her hair rather than a whip or slap.
"Very good, you're intelligent which will save much time. As you have likely learned by now there are warnings before punishments just as there are opportunities for rewards and I do say that you would much rather the rewards to the punishments. However you are spirited and you are intelligent enough to decide for yourself when you act out so you will no doubt learn the difference in a matter of weeks. So, there are also earned rewards. Would you like to know what those earned rewards are slave?"
"Yes please Sire," she nodded and felt the hard handle of something tap her chin and push it so that her neck was extended and her nose in the air.
