Violet was chained back in the cage feeling very satisfied somehow. She was conflicted and confused, for no man had ever made her feel as Blaine had. She was also reluctant about his feelings, knowing she would never be anything more than a slave to him, and he expected her to regard him as her Master. The thought made her uncomfortable, but she had no qualms eating the food he had brought for her. It was warm in her stomach, and made her feel at peace for the first time in days. Despite her nudity, she was acutely aware of the fact that she had easily accepted her new surroundings. It was another thing that made her wonder about her own sanity.
The rest of the night passed quickly, for she slept after eating. When she awoke, she was still alone, and her body was aching both from the beating, and from sleeping on the cold stone floor. The chain rattled as she sat up and blinked. She knew her hair was a tangled mess, but had nothing to straiten it with. She wasn't awake for long before Blaine entered the chamber, his own appearance freshly washed and shaven.
"Master has a surprise for you, pet." He said cheerfully, unlocking Violet from her restraints. "On your knees." She got reluctantly to her knees before him, hoping that he was going to put his cock in her mouth. But to her relief, he took something else from his pocket.
It was a silver collar, simple with elegant carvings and a ring hanging from the front. The back came together with a place for a lock. Violet realized what he was doing and moved away.
"No no, pet." He said, pulling her back. "You don't want to be punished for this do you?" Violet scowled, but remained still as he fastened it around her neck and locked it there. "It has my initials so that people will know who you belong to if you escape. Most are eager to return slaves to their Masters because the rewards as so high." He spoke these words as if they were nothing out of the ordinary, but Violet stared at him in horror. "Now," He continued, pulling out a leash and attaching it to the ring on her collar. "Shall we go explore the palace?"
Violet tried to ignore her humiliation, but it wasn't easy. Where her nakedness had not affected her when alone in the dungeon, she was now among servant, who glanced at her appreciatively as they went by; even the women. Her face burned in horror and disbelief, but Blaine was apparently unaware of her discomfort as he led her by the leash. Violet unsnapped the leash and made a run for it. She had gone not ten feet before a surge of electricity overcame her and she crumpled to the ground quaking.
"Oh yes, pet." Cried Blaine with glee. "I forgot to mention that your collar also has a built in electric chip. I need but press a button on the control to immobilize you." She shivered there, hating him wanting to rip his balls off and shove them down his throat. He came over and slapped her hard, leaving her face stinging. "That was for removing your leash." And he snapped it on again and yanked her to her feet, then continued on down the hall as if nothing had happened. She felt mutilated, but dared not touch the leash again.
They went up two flights of stairs to the main level, and then up the grand stairwell and down a side hallway. Here he stopped outside a door with an intricate locking system on the outside and led her in after unlocking it. The room was furnished grandly, with a feather bed against one wall. It had a feather comforter and matching pillows. There was a wardrobe on the opposite wall, and a table in the middle of the grand room with two chairs at it. There were rugs and tapestries decorating the stone, and a desk for writing on the wall with the wardrobe. All in all, it seemed very cozy, but Violet's favorite part was the large window overlooking the sea beyond the mountains. The window was barred, but she could see through them easily enough. There was a fireplace, too, with flames crackling merrily in the hearth, and another doorway that led into what appeared to be a washroom.
There was a woman waiting at the door, dressed in the garb of the lady servants of the palace. She curtsied to Blaine.
"Thank you Susan. Pet, this is your ladies' maid. She does not speak, and she will not help you to escape, as she is unable. She will come and go with meals, and do as you request in practical things. I will be joining you for dinner this evening at the hour of seven, but first I have some instructions for you."
Violet snapped her attention back to him, her irritation flaring.
"You intend to keep me here, locked away from everything?" She snapped. "I'll escape, somehow!" He backhanded her again, this time sending her flying to the ground. She shook from the pain, then tossed her hair and glared up at him.
"You'll be punished for that later, as well. You would do well to remember you are my slave, and I am your Master. Now, you are to bathe, and shave your body clean, aside from your head. I want your pussy smooth when I eat and touch it. You are to wash your hair and braid it, and then dress in one of the outfits from the wardrobe; I do not care which. When you have done these things, you are free to do as you choose until 6:45, when I want you to assume the position beside the table and wait for me until I arrive."
"The position?" She repeated in a mocking voice. She had never heard of such a ridiculous thing. "What is that...sir?" She added the last belatedly and he raised his eyebrow at her.
"On your knees, your legs spread, with your hands at your sides. You are to have your shoulders back, thrusting your breasts forward, and your head down. I want to be able to see and inspect all that I own. Your gaze will stay on the ground until I order you otherwise; my slave is expected to be modest and silent."
