CHAPTER 1
DANYELLE JOINS THE MASTER
Danyelle knew the decision to stay would mean that she could never truly feel the love of another man. She now belonged to her master and his love was all she would ever know. The sacrifice to commit to him was her decision and not one she took lightly. Their relationship grew out of necessity. She wanted to belong to someone and to feel a part of something more than just the life she left behind. However, she never knew the man would welcome her into his life and his home. Danyelle never could have expected his wife, the beautiful brown-haired woman with the dark eyes and wide mouth, to welcome her as well. The man, of course, would enjoy her firm body nightly, but the woman wanted her as an equal. This was now her duty, to serve his sexual desires until she earned the power. Never before had Danyelle exposed her body, mind, and soul so intently, so passionately, and so void of concern as now. This would become her awakening. From now on, she would serve the master.
Danyelle stood in her new room peering into the full-length mirror. The room was decorated exactly as she asked in a pale blue with white trim outlining hardwood floors of oak, or teak, or some other expensive wood. Her master was nothing if not rich -- a mixture of new money with old-world greed. The mistress allowed her to pick her own linens and accessories and Danyelle did not waste the opportunity outfitting her new room in extravagant charm. Adjoined to her room is a full bath complete with stone shower with glass doors and a large garden tube with jets. Large windows peeked over the South garden where workers were busy building an apartment. In front of the garden and apartment spread the large pool. Danyelle stared at her reflection. The reflection staring back at her showed a young woman. Blonde hair fell straight down covering her breasts but exposing her sharp nipples. Flawless skin, milky white, and smooth covered her toned body. Cold blue eyes scanned her body now for marks or bruises. During her growth period, Danyelle would be careful to avoid bruising. A mark now would last forever. Satisfying the thong onto her hips, Danyelle turned to pick up her dress and again noticed the reflection in the mirror. Her butt was round and solid like a teenaged volleyball player and the thong sat perfectly on her apple bottom. She admired the muscled tone in her legs and stomach then she stepped into her dress. Danyelle thanked God the drugs never took away her youthful looks. Her master must never know about her past drug use and the men and women she satisfied to earn her vice. There was no doubt the new dress and shoes cost more than any amount of clothes Danyelle ever owned before, and Danyelle did not want to lose this opportunity at a better life.
Hair pulled back tightly into a long ponytail, Danyelle slipped into the elegantly strapped high-heel shoes. The black dress fit expertly against her long slender frame; stopping just above the ankle. The neckline exposed part of her modest cleavage and the white gold pendent of her master's family crest. For a moment, she felt as beautiful as her master's wife. The mixture of pale skin and blonde hair against the deep silky texture of the black dress created a glowing effect. There was no doubt her master intended to create this effect when picking her outfit. Earlier in the day, a woman from town came to the house to prepare Danyelle's makeup and to give her both a manicure and pedicure. There was no need for the women to prepare her long blonde hair in an elaborate arraignment; the master preferred her long ponytail. Now, she fussed over her makeup a bit, dabbed on a bit of perfume and waited for a knock at the door. He always knocked. Danyelle though it was silly for him to knock on his slaves door. The act endured her to him even more. The man who rescued her from the vicious world she once lived. Maybe I am not a slave, she thought. The idea was absurd, of course. Danyelle was a slave but at least she was his slave.
The master knocked sharply at 8 o'clock -- just as he said he would. Tall, beautiful, and kind, the master waited for Danyelle to open her door. In a courteous way, that Danyelle thought was unnecessary, he stood waiting patiently for her. Danyelle stood on the inside of the door smiling. Her prince charming, her savior, stood knocking at her door. The man who took her into his home and shared his life, his love, and his bed with her now stood waiting for her to invite him in. Danyelle could not contain her excitement any longer. She threw open the door and peered at her lover. The master smiled. Then, reaching out, he kindly took Danyelle by her arm to escort her downstairs. His suit cut was from the finest Italian cloth, deep blue in color almost black except in good light. Danyelle was pleased to be escorted by such a fine man. She would have been happy to walk behind him, but, of course, he was too much of a gentleman to carry on in such a way. They reached the door and waited for the wife to appear. The mistress would always make a grand entrance when the opportunity presented. Danyelle stole a look at her master's beautiful face just as his wife appeared on the stairway wearing a long red silk dress with white heels and accented with pearls around her neck. Her brown hair pulled up onto her head exposing her ample neck and bosom. Her earrings dangled below her cheekbones and reminded Danyelle that she forgot her own earrings. The wife's lips were painted in a deep red matching her dress. With each step, the high split exposed the wife's long tan legs.
"You've forgotten your earrings. Christian, go and retrieve them from her room," the mistress said as she reached the couple.
The master spun quickly and bound the stairs in a few quick leaps. The master's wife looked at the beautiful blonde and spoke softly, "you look beautiful."
"Thank you, Samara," Danyelle replied.
The earrings were diamond, of course, and dangled only a few inches below the ear. Surrounded by white gold, the two caret diamonds must have cost plenty, Danyelle thought as she hurriedly inserted them into their holes. Samara watched the young woman as she walked down the steps toward their vehicle. Memories of the long legs wrapped tightly around her waist gave Samara cause to gasp. The power within the girl was strong; Samara hid her desire and entered the front of the vehicle.
Inside the SUV, Danyelle relaxed. The master drove even though he could afford to be driven. The large SUV could carry six large adult men. This left Danyelle feeling small in the big back seat. She wished the master could have ridden in the back with her, or even better if she could have ridden in the front with him. The party they were attending was sure to contain many well-known people, people that Danyelle certainly did not know, but was excited to meet. She knew her role. Tonight, she would escort her master and his wife around the party and keep his wife company while he attended business. Danyelle and her mistress stepped out of the big SUV and were escorted to the front of the large home by two men in suits. Danyelle noticed that her mistress teased her escort as she slid out of the seat by exposing more leg than was required. A quick glance to her mistress' face revealed the woman was enjoying the attention. Danyelle looked around for her master and saw the valet otherwise preoccupied him. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked with her escort to the door. As the door opened, Danyelle saw the quests were all dressed similarly and were sitting and standing around a finely furnished room. The entryway was only a small area with marble floors furnished with racks for coats against the wall and an antique umbrella stand made of copper and cypress. A small wooden table held a picture frame of the Governor and his wife. Danyelle realized she stood in the Governor's mansion, escorted by one of the state's wealthiest men and his young wife. Danyelle wondered briefly if her roll was now to seduce the governor or someone close to him. Surely not, thought Danyelle. The dress, earrings, shoes, and not to mention the time and cost to have someone come out to the house to apply her makeup and other wonderful things were all too much just to seduce the Governor. Danyelle could do that in the backseat of the SUV in her blue jeans. No, Danyelle was here for another reason.
"Lover," spoke the master. "Please take Danyelle to meet everyone while I attend to some business with the Governor. I will join you at dinner."
Danyelle followed her mistress around the room meeting everyone. The small talk about her inclusion in the family, and how they met was short as if no one really cared. The mistress introduced Danyelle to the Governor's wife. A gracious host who offered Danyelle champagne and hors d'oeuvres, the Governor's wife was a tall thin woman of remarkable beauty, even at her age. She wore a long white formal gown with a conservative neckline. Her olive complexion accented the bright gown and contrasted remarkably to Danyelle and her mistress' beauty. Immediately, Danyelle sensed the woman knew her master intimately. The butler called dinner before Danyelle's jealousy could build and show on her face. She wondered if her mistress knew. The thought of her master pleasing another woman made Danyelle want to vomit. The champagne soured where before it was fruity and sparkly. Only the sight of her master calmed her down enough to eat. Danyelle sat across from the governor's wife, but avoided her gaze. The woman starred at her master throughout dinner.
