Sarah - Chapter IV Continued
Six months had gone by. Six sweet loving months. The happy couple was indeed happy. Sarah worked and so did Zoe. They came home after work and loved each other thoroughly, inside and out. It was wonderful. It was perfect. One day nearing Christmas, Sarah was out and about on her day, looking for something to do on her day off. She thought recently that is was odd she had been in the big city for months and never explored it. So on this evening while Zoe worked late and Sarah had nothing to do, she careened the city looking for sites and good times. While walking down and dark dingy street she saw a small blue light glowing temptingly. Sarah knew she probably should not go into some place located on such a scary little street - but none the less Sarah did, not being able to help her curiosity. The door was painted up with many colors, it looked something like a Jackson Pollock painting, at the very top of the door said in plan black letters "Master Maynord's Manor." "How odd." she thought, "An english master living in a place like this." She knocked. A tall and very attractive man answered the door. Long black hair tied back with a bit of velvet rope, and deep eyes she could not nor did she need to see. He smelled of sex and masculinity, though these smells she had smelled before, they were new somehow.
"Can I help you?" the sex drenched man asked.
"Uh - I was simply just wondering what this place was I was looking for something to do I'm new to the city and didnt know where to look and stumbled here... Are you Master Maynord?" she stated with out much as one pause or breath. He looked at her oddly and said:
"Follow me Miss." She followed attentively as they walked slowly down the long dark corridor. A door with light around the edges lay just in front of them when she heard muffled moans and screams. The man either did not seem to notice or didn't care. She began to shake and looked back to see if she could escape. she couldn't, she needed the light the man held to get back. She held her breath as he opened the door.
The light flooded her face and the noises were clearer and livelier. They were not cries of pain as she thought, they were instead cries of pleasure. The man stood tall and politely asked:
"Master? There is someone here to see you. A young lady." She looked curiously at the man when he emphasized 'young.' Sarah couldn't see anything but the large man's backside, but the moaning and screaming stopped, and she heard a voice.
"Is there? Hmm. Well invite her in!" and he clapped his hangs and the man moved quickly aside and bowed. For the first time Sarah could see more than just the man, and now she would see the Master to whom the seductive voice belonged to. She adjusted her eyes and stepped in.
"Hello." said The Master in the sweetest manner she had ever heard.
"Hello." she could see nothing but him, thought she could have if she had wanted to, she couldn't take her eyes from the man that stood before her. He smiled at her tenderly and glided toward her. She was frozen.
"What bring a sweet girl to a place like this? Hmm?" he inquired.
"I - I was looking for something to do and ended up here -" She stopped and finally looked around The room was filled with velvet and leather. And in the center of it all was a lavish four poster bed nearly the size of her bedroom. on it was a beautiful young girl tied to and gaged. She moaned a little and squirmed. On the wall to the left of the bed was a strapping young man chained to the wall, a very calm look on his face considering his chains and the gold clamps attached to his purple and swollen nipples. On the opposite wall were whips and chains and collars and belts and masks and knives and daggers, phallic objects and vibrators. Little things galore.
"You don't look surprised." he said. "Considering you look as though you've never been to a place like this in the world." she sighed and said:
"I used to dream of a place like this. A place when people would come and never say their name. A place where pain could be pleasure and blood would taste like icing."
"Ahh, so you do belong here. Come I will show you what we are all about here." and with that he put his arm around her and walked her out of the room.
"Can I help you?" the sex drenched man asked.
"Uh - I was simply just wondering what this place was I was looking for something to do I'm new to the city and didnt know where to look and stumbled here... Are you Master Maynord?" she stated with out much as one pause or breath. He looked at her oddly and said:
"Follow me Miss." She followed attentively as they walked slowly down the long dark corridor. A door with light around the edges lay just in front of them when she heard muffled moans and screams. The man either did not seem to notice or didn't care. She began to shake and looked back to see if she could escape. she couldn't, she needed the light the man held to get back. She held her breath as he opened the door.
The light flooded her face and the noises were clearer and livelier. They were not cries of pain as she thought, they were instead cries of pleasure. The man stood tall and politely asked:
"Master? There is someone here to see you. A young lady." She looked curiously at the man when he emphasized 'young.' Sarah couldn't see anything but the large man's backside, but the moaning and screaming stopped, and she heard a voice.
"Is there? Hmm. Well invite her in!" and he clapped his hangs and the man moved quickly aside and bowed. For the first time Sarah could see more than just the man, and now she would see the Master to whom the seductive voice belonged to. She adjusted her eyes and stepped in.
"Hello." said The Master in the sweetest manner she had ever heard.
"Hello." she could see nothing but him, thought she could have if she had wanted to, she couldn't take her eyes from the man that stood before her. He smiled at her tenderly and glided toward her. She was frozen.
"What bring a sweet girl to a place like this? Hmm?" he inquired.
"I - I was looking for something to do and ended up here -" She stopped and finally looked around The room was filled with velvet and leather. And in the center of it all was a lavish four poster bed nearly the size of her bedroom. on it was a beautiful young girl tied to and gaged. She moaned a little and squirmed. On the wall to the left of the bed was a strapping young man chained to the wall, a very calm look on his face considering his chains and the gold clamps attached to his purple and swollen nipples. On the opposite wall were whips and chains and collars and belts and masks and knives and daggers, phallic objects and vibrators. Little things galore.
"You don't look surprised." he said. "Considering you look as though you've never been to a place like this in the world." she sighed and said:
"I used to dream of a place like this. A place when people would come and never say their name. A place where pain could be pleasure and blood would taste like icing."
"Ahh, so you do belong here. Come I will show you what we are all about here." and with that he put his arm around her and walked her out of the room.