For a change of pace...
This is a non-Camarilla piece, based on a troupe game and the character I play there. It’s been cut for the situations. A ghoul’s first night with her new Regnant. Enjoy!
The second drink was heady, sweet with powers as it burned down her throat. He had granted her this twice in one evening, the first night of service. His hand was in her hair as she sipped, stroking the length as she kneeled at his feet, mouth bent over his wrist. There was nothing in this moment but his hand, his blood. This blood was so different… not like the venture, unlike the daeva blood.. darker somehow.
He pulled his wrist from her, the wound sealing as he did so. “Better?”
Her voice was heady, drunk on the rush of being allowed this twice in one day. “Yes, Master.”
“And you do understand the need for the cage, yes?” Her mind flashed to the windowless room he had showed her at first. It was empty, save for a cage just large enough for her to lay in. Nothing else in that room, save that reminder that she was no longer an Invictus pampered servant. Nothing there that was.. hers.
She swallowed hard at the memory, the bleakness that was to be hers. "No, I do not, Sir. Unless it is to make you.. sure of me. Or wish that I be.. retrained."
"The reason for the cage is because you are not yet fully bound to me and I have witnessed your impulsive reactions. I do not wish to be disturbed during the day because you have chosen to make another sloppy decision."
She bows her head. “Yes Sir.” Cunningham was dead, and she would not be his precious servant again. She would not have the freedom he granted her. She would not have Salt’s quiet control, the rules she understood. Her stomach twisted. Failed twice, two masters dead and her in service for less than a year. She would never have a life of freedom again. At least he was a good person, at least he would not destroy her for a moments whim. He was her masters choice to take her, he was trying to keep her alive past her own mistake. He was… fascinating, and this was not so bad. Nothing he asked of her could possibly be wrong.
The talk turned to networking, the social games that could be played amongst those who are normal. He assigned her a task, a mental game such as she had missed serving the venture. It was hours before she returned to kneel again, handing over the written papers at his signal. He read them impassionedly before ordered them destroyed. She obeyed this desire before returning to his presence.
With a careless wave at the pillow at his feet he ordered her to sit this time, and place her head on his knee. She obeyed, spilling her hair to one side so that her cheek rested against the weave of his clothing, her hair spilling down the other side of his neck.
"As I said before, you will not be idle while in my service. Right now you will serve me in two capacities. The first, you will serve me as a cat does a human. That is to say I choose to pet you and I shall as I read. The second, you will consider and formulate a doctrine for building a community and how this community will serve you and your needs without knowing.”
With this, there was silence, the only sound was the turning of the pages and the sounds of her breath. Her thoughts ran around in the circles as he bid, the feeling of his hand in her hair threatening to distract from her task. His touch was cold against her cheek, her hair, her neck. His attention was always on the book and she kept her mind on the task he had set for her.
Hours passed before he spoke again. “It is almost time for bed. Make yourself presentable.”
“Yes Sir.” She hesitated before asking. “May I arraign to have some things sent, via one of my people. Later in the week?”
"Nothing is to be sent to this location. You may arrange for them to be sent to a different location and later in the week you will be permitted to pick them up should your bond to me hold true"
She rose and left his presences with another yes sir on her lips. She took the time out to be human, to remove the corset, the bullet proof inserts from the dress, the stockings and shoes. She had nothing but the dress, and so she left it on as a covering for the night.
In the sitting room, he ran his eyes over her. “You are not yet finished.”
She flushed hard, blood rushing to her cheeks with the shame of understanding what he wanted. “I am sorry, Master.” She returned to the almost empty room, and removed the last of her clothing, the air cool on her skin as she folded things away.
When she returned to the room he had only one order for her: “Turn.” She obeyed, eyes on the ground, skin flushed with this humiliation. She could feel his eyes on her, examining closely that which was now his. “You are now my property. There is nothing you will hide from me nor anything that you will attempt to hide from me.” A voice echoed inside of her head. “Including your thoughts.”
The voice startled her enough to look at him again, before her eyes returned to the ground. “Yes… Yes Master”
“That is much better.” He walked her to the room, and unlocked the cage. She stepped inside, laying so that he could close the bars around her. Once more he hand was in her hair, on her cheek, “Not for much longer, I promise.” He left at this, leaving her along for the day in the iron cage.
The second drink was heady, sweet with powers as it burned down her throat. He had granted her this twice in one evening, the first night of service. His hand was in her hair as she sipped, stroking the length as she kneeled at his feet, mouth bent over his wrist. There was nothing in this moment but his hand, his blood. This blood was so different… not like the venture, unlike the daeva blood.. darker somehow.
He pulled his wrist from her, the wound sealing as he did so. “Better?”
Her voice was heady, drunk on the rush of being allowed this twice in one day. “Yes, Master.”
“And you do understand the need for the cage, yes?” Her mind flashed to the windowless room he had showed her at first. It was empty, save for a cage just large enough for her to lay in. Nothing else in that room, save that reminder that she was no longer an Invictus pampered servant. Nothing there that was.. hers.
She swallowed hard at the memory, the bleakness that was to be hers. "No, I do not, Sir. Unless it is to make you.. sure of me. Or wish that I be.. retrained."
"The reason for the cage is because you are not yet fully bound to me and I have witnessed your impulsive reactions. I do not wish to be disturbed during the day because you have chosen to make another sloppy decision."
She bows her head. “Yes Sir.” Cunningham was dead, and she would not be his precious servant again. She would not have the freedom he granted her. She would not have Salt’s quiet control, the rules she understood. Her stomach twisted. Failed twice, two masters dead and her in service for less than a year. She would never have a life of freedom again. At least he was a good person, at least he would not destroy her for a moments whim. He was her masters choice to take her, he was trying to keep her alive past her own mistake. He was… fascinating, and this was not so bad. Nothing he asked of her could possibly be wrong.
The talk turned to networking, the social games that could be played amongst those who are normal. He assigned her a task, a mental game such as she had missed serving the venture. It was hours before she returned to kneel again, handing over the written papers at his signal. He read them impassionedly before ordered them destroyed. She obeyed this desire before returning to his presence.
With a careless wave at the pillow at his feet he ordered her to sit this time, and place her head on his knee. She obeyed, spilling her hair to one side so that her cheek rested against the weave of his clothing, her hair spilling down the other side of his neck.
"As I said before, you will not be idle while in my service. Right now you will serve me in two capacities. The first, you will serve me as a cat does a human. That is to say I choose to pet you and I shall as I read. The second, you will consider and formulate a doctrine for building a community and how this community will serve you and your needs without knowing.”
With this, there was silence, the only sound was the turning of the pages and the sounds of her breath. Her thoughts ran around in the circles as he bid, the feeling of his hand in her hair threatening to distract from her task. His touch was cold against her cheek, her hair, her neck. His attention was always on the book and she kept her mind on the task he had set for her.
Hours passed before he spoke again. “It is almost time for bed. Make yourself presentable.”
“Yes Sir.” She hesitated before asking. “May I arraign to have some things sent, via one of my people. Later in the week?”
"Nothing is to be sent to this location. You may arrange for them to be sent to a different location and later in the week you will be permitted to pick them up should your bond to me hold true"
She rose and left his presences with another yes sir on her lips. She took the time out to be human, to remove the corset, the bullet proof inserts from the dress, the stockings and shoes. She had nothing but the dress, and so she left it on as a covering for the night.
In the sitting room, he ran his eyes over her. “You are not yet finished.”
She flushed hard, blood rushing to her cheeks with the shame of understanding what he wanted. “I am sorry, Master.” She returned to the almost empty room, and removed the last of her clothing, the air cool on her skin as she folded things away.
When she returned to the room he had only one order for her: “Turn.” She obeyed, eyes on the ground, skin flushed with this humiliation. She could feel his eyes on her, examining closely that which was now his. “You are now my property. There is nothing you will hide from me nor anything that you will attempt to hide from me.” A voice echoed inside of her head. “Including your thoughts.”
The voice startled her enough to look at him again, before her eyes returned to the ground. “Yes… Yes Master”
“That is much better.” He walked her to the room, and unlocked the cage. She stepped inside, laying so that he could close the bars around her. Once more he hand was in her hair, on her cheek, “Not for much longer, I promise.” He left at this, leaving her along for the day in the iron cage.