Michael stared, unseeing, at the layer of dark, ominous clouds beneath the jet's wings, his thoughts as turbulent as the storm below. His book lay unopened in his lap as he contemplated the past several months of his life. Not for the first time, he wondered if he was making the biggest mistake of his life, turning his back on everything and everyone to chase an elusive dream. His hands trembled as he gently fingered the heavy silver chain locked around his neck. What in the world had he been thinking? He desperately wanted a drink to calm his nerves, but Her directions had been explicit—no alcohol. Michael glanced around at his fellow passengers, wondering if any could possibly see his inner turmoil. Satisfied no one seemed to be staring knowingly at him, Michael continued his contemplation.
Closing his eyes, Michael relived the drama of last night, when he told his wife of 16 years he was leaving...and why. Julie, with her big brown eyes, thought he was joking, of course. Who, in their right mind, would give up a family, a lucrative career, a beautiful home, everything, just for the chance to serve a Mistress? Julie's disbelief soon turned into tears, then anger, as the truth set in. Her husband was really leaving her. And for some slut in black leather, yet! Those brown eyes soon were snapping with rage as she turned her back on Michael and stomped out the door. "Just don't come crawling back to me," she exploded, "when She realizes what a wuss you really are!"
A lone tear slid unchecked down his cheek as Michael contemplated the enormity of what he had done. A new life. Yeah, sure. What if he screwed this up, too? What if his new Mistress, after owning him for a few months, decided She no longer wanted him? What the hell would he do then? He thought about his last conversation with Her. "Come to Me, now, My little one. You are Mine," She said softly.
Now, he was flying to meet Her, his new Owner, his new life. At long last. His dream was coming true.
*****
She lounged quietly, soothed by the sensual scent of Chanel 5 rising from the warm bubbles in the tub, while jasmine, Her personal slave, gently washed Her back. Her strenuous exercise had done its magic, erasing the mental tension. Now, the hot steaming water was easing the tension from Her muscles. Accepting a new slave never failed to excite Her, even as the thought of all the long hours She would put into training the new one tired Her. Perhaps this is the one, Lady Victoria thought to Herself. Others had come before him, and for different reasons, were no longer here. She mentally reviewed Her preparations, ensuring his transition to his new life would be fairly smooth. After all, She didn't want things to be too smooth! Where was the fun in that? She loved watching the new ones' inner struggles as they entered Her House. Some were there for further training, sent by their own Mistresses. Others wanted to become the perfect slave in hopes of gaining the interest of the Mistress of their dreams. This one, though.....
With a start, Lady Victoria opened Her eyes to see jasmine standing quietly, holding the warmed towel open for Her. As jasmine gently dried Her body, She decided to visit the dungeon. She slipped into the flowing caftan jasmine held open for Her, then the matching mules with the four-inch-high heels. A slight motion of Her hand brought jacob, Her head slave, to Her side. At nearly six feet in height, She towered over the diminutive slave by several inches. The depth of his loyalty and service more than made up for any lack of stature, however. That was why She had recently promoted him to head slave. The others were envious, of course, but were so well trained that the envy never turned into jealousy. Lady Victoria was meticulous about ensuring Her slaves felt loved and cared for.
As the two made their way downstairs, jacob walked one step behind and one step to the left. He had, indeed, learned his lessons well. He knew that to make his Mistress wait while he opened doors would result in punishment, and possibly the loss of his new position in Her House. Lady Victoria looked around the dungeon space, admiring the gleaming silver, waxed wood, and soft leather. Her gaze fell upon Her wall of toys.
"jacob," She said softly, "who was in charge of that wall?"
"Mistress, alice was given that privilege," he replied equally as softly.
"Bring her to Me," Victoria ordered.
"Certainly, Mistress," jacob replied and quickly went to fetch alice.
Lady Victoria saw alice, a mousey creature, blanch when jacob relayed his Mistress' order, but to her credit, the young girl did not hesitate to follow the instructions given her. As she knelt before the Mistress, she was quaking inside. "alice," Lady Victoria said, "you were responsible for the toys?"
"Yes, Mistress," alice replied softly.
