A day goes by with my so-called training everyone is issued instructions to treat me as a submissive. After the incident with the now unemployed Anna, only Adrian can correct or discipline me. I find myself becoming very attracted to the man and his ways, painfully so as my body begins to ache for his touch. I can feel his need build when we are alone together but other than the teasing feel the night we had our talk nothing else has happened. 

Adrian has given me writings and directives of the D/s life, how it gently skirts or incorporates the BDSM life. As I read the material, I can feel my former self-start to slide away to a refreshing less complicated life style, which in it self holds more power then I have ever dreamed possible. In the D/s life, the sub may give of them self, in a true relationship. However, it is the sub with the control over the limits; a safety net of one simple word is established. 

Today as I wake, Jonquil stands over me holding a parcel. "Good morning" I say as I stretch. "One" Jonquil reminds me as I have a demerit system of five before discipline. "Jonquil please, it is only the two of us right now and we are friends." "Two" the girl replies "You have only until Tomorrow to complete your training, and it was you who agreed to this change for the party," she reminds me. I correctly respond with "Yes, Miss Jonquil" She places a box on the bed and opens the top. "You are to wear this today." She states as she lifts a corset out of the box. I look over the purple outfit of corset and matching thong. The thought of wearing it under my clothes gives me a naughty sensuous feeling in the pit of my stomach that quickly heads south. I quickly bathe as Jonquil informs me Adrian is expecting me today for breakfast. It has been a while since I last seen him; I feel a gaiety sweep over me which I have not felt in a very long time. Fashioning my hair in a simple bun and putting on minimal make up after my shower I feel refreshed and vibrant. I slip into the thong feeling the satin slide coolly over my skin and slip the corset over my head. Jonquil tightens the stays until I catch my breath then pulls them further to the point of extreme snug. I look in the mirror in fascination as the corset reshapes my figure; the top pushes my breasts until they appear to show more then I believed possible. My waist snug tight looks two inches smaller giving me a dainty delicate look but it is the feeling of the pressure in my womb that I notice the most stimulating both physically and mentally. I walk to the cupboard to gather clothes to wear over when Jonquil stops me. "That will not be necessary!" she says. "You are dressed in full already as instructed by Mr Adon." Aghast I loudly exclaim "But I am only in my underwear!" "You are fully dressed to the specifications of Mr Adon." Jonquil reiterates then adds, "It covers the same as you will be wearing to the party tomorrow." She states. "Come Mr. Adon is waiting." "No, I am not going anywhere like this!" "Three," Jonquil continues to count. "Stop it." I shout feeling my ire rise and my breathing constrict. I attempt to undo the lacing but cannot, I settle for walking to the cupboard and I pull on my robe, I notice it looks to be able to circle me twice now. 

"Gayla, You are to wear that alone and met Mr. Adon down in the breakfast room." "You have got to be joking!" I spit. "That is a fully glassed room and the gardeners are working out the front." Tell Adrian I do not wish breakfast and help me out of this thing." Jonquil picks up the telephone and in rapid and clipped French, she tells whoever is on the other end I presume I would not be joining them for breakfast. 

Jonquil sits in the chair her legs crossed over one another swinging the top leg in short rapid circles demonstrating her anger. A knock sounds at the door Jonquil strides across the room to answer it. Thibaud is at the door. Somewhat disappointed, I had hoped it would be Adrian. My frustrations mentally and sexually have mounted to the point of explosion. Thibaud enters "Miss Gayla." "I mean Gayla please remove your robe and come to the breakfast room." Thibaud implores. "No, I will not" I hear my voice sounding like a spoilt child "Both of you get out of here." I scream louder in attempt to stop my tears. 

Thibaud only shrugs and Jonquil shakes her head. In his ever-surprising swift movements, Thibaud scoops me up. I start to kick and pound on his chest. Thibaud frustrated as a few kicks impact hard, he throws me unceremoniously over his shoulder and continues down the stairs. I am set upon the floor to stand in front of Adrian. With eyebrows, raised Adrian looks for an answer. Jonquil says, "I lost track after nine!" 

"Gayla you have kept me waiting long enough now remove your robe and let us have breakfast." He states as he pours himself a coffee.
"Go to hell!" I snap with my head held high in the haughtiest manner I can muster. "Gayla, please remove your robe now or I will help you and your punishment will be most severe." He warns. 

Having never been in need of punishment I disregard the threat and turn to leave. Thibaud steps in front of me effectively blocking my way. Before I knew, what was going on I felt hands on my shoulders and I am turned. Seeing the angered but amused face of Adrian, I refuse to stare down. Noisily my robe tears in two as it ripped from me. More the shock then discomfort stops me from spewing out the venomous words that catch in my throat. 

Aware the work outside has stopped and all eyes are on us I once again hold my head up high to leave. 

My wrists held and arms twisted behind my back as I am marched to the chair Adrian had occupied. He sits and quickly pulls my thong down, pushing my head down in rapid succession. This causes me to fall forward over his lap. Before I can upright myself, I feel the sting of a slap as his hand comes down upon my exposed buttock. I jump and try to pull away but the hand in the middle of my back holds me fast. "Gayla, will you behave yourself now?" he asks. 

"Go to hell" I reply. I feel the rapid blow of two slaps across my ass the second grazing my sex. I turn my head to look at Adrian in disbelief and see the Gardening crew standing at the window with my sex in their full view. 

"Yes my pet you are putting on quite a show for the hired help." Understanding to struggle will be futile I hang my head in shame as I feel my nether region begin to get wet. "Will you behave yourself now Gayla?" Adrian asks. I do not answer him, he starts to rub my stinging cheeks, and his fingers strategically touch my now wet private area. "Gayla, I see this punishment is not without some pleasure to you." He states as he slips a finger deep into my wet slit. The combination of frustration and humiliation rocks my emotions beyond their bounds. I feel my nipples harden first and the clamp like pressure grab at my stomach as I orgasm for the first time in years. As the spasms subside, I feel the gentle sweep of Adrian's hand run though my hair. He turns me over and sets my warmed bottom on the cool table facing him. "Gayla, will you now behave and submit to my will?" Looking him directly in his eye, I can see his love for me shine. I lower my eyes and reply "Yes Adrian." He kisses my forehead and after a minute. He mutters "Plus fait douceur que violence! ( Kindness succeeds where force will fail.)" "Oui!" replies Thibaud. I had forgotten him and Jonquil. I pinken and turn towards them. "I am sorry, I have acted badly and I am very sorry if I had hurt you Mr. Thibaud." "Please if it is ok with Mr. Adon I would rather you call me just by Thibaud for now on." We all look towards Adrian he shakes his head in agreement "I think you have learned your lessons well, My Dear" "However I urge you to control your temper Tomorrow at the party if you misbehave it is the Councils punishment you would have to endure. I am far more lenient then they." 

The day goes by I become somewhat use to my dress or lack there of as I roam the house and find in it treasures of literature, history and room upon room of beauty and culture. Jonquil summons me to the parlour saying I have a visitor. I enter the parlour sitting on the floor beside Adrian is a beautiful woman dressed in a black open bust corset and which appears to be a chastity belt. "Gayla, I would like you to meet Monique." "Good day!" I reply not sure how to address her but assume she is equal to me by her attire and position on the floor. 

Adrian explains how he has borrowed one of Marcus' slaves to explain how things would be at the party. He stands and says, "I will leave you two at it. Monique I know of your punishment but for the next hour, you may forgo it as Marcus has placed your control in my hands. I suggest you use the facilities now and before leaving if I know my friends vengeance." Quickly Monique rises and briskly walks out the room. 

Adrian explains that Marcus has one sub and two slaves. "Monique, purchased last year has been a secret joy to Marcus as Monique presses his buttons in order to receive discipline satisfying his BDSM urges which he will out and out deny. He is punishing Monique for the way she flirted with one of his guests last night at dinner. She was caught trying to give dessert which was not on the menu. Thus, the chastity belt as her punishment is to sit on her womanhood and not use it for any reason what so ever until eight o'clock tonight. This is why she left so quickly in order to relieve herself as the punishment was instilled eight o'clock last evening." "That is horrible Adrian." I exclaim. "My dear Gayla, I feel you must get use to referring to me in a manner of respect which will relay our positions." You will call me Sir for now on." "Yes Sir" I reply. Adrian starts to walk out "Gayla?" "Yes Sir?" "I do not wish to have a slave to totally own as a possession, but I wish for a woman who is willing to submit yet still have choices and freedom to a degree. To be mistress in my house able to run the basics smoothly in my absence, one I can trust, and love." "Gayla your safe word which will put a stop to anything or everything you deem will be "quittance"; not a word you would commonly use but will serve its purpose." Monique returns and Adrian walks out. I wait for Monique to talk. "My master tells me that Lord Dark One would like me instruct you with the happenings at the Masquerade." "There are many activities some normal for a party such as eating and dancing, contests for best costume most attractive couple etc. Then there are the contests specifically for the D/s crowd such as slave or sub handling for the Dom; in other words, who can best control their submissive through a pre-planned set of drills. There is the public disciplinary hearing for both Doms who have severely mistreated their subs and one for subs. There is the slave auction. As well as a play put on by the "lesser" a group of subs mainly, some slaves that are permitted to socialize amongst one another. Last thing at night there is the branding for those who want to own a sub or slave legally under Council rules, purpose filled but entertainment for those just twisted enough to want to view. I have expressed my wish to be displayed as Marcus'; if he does I hope it is with a tattoo." After listening to the excited brunette, I comment, "I am not sure I will like this party, perhaps I had better not go." Horrified Monique whispers "But you must; not to would embarrass Lord Dark One and Sir Arnold is looking for anyway to out manoeuvre the chair from him. As well as the council knows about you and expects you there. 

I understand through the slave vine that if you are not present at the Ball You will be kidnapped a second time and placed in the slave auction with your head covered and your wears open until purchased where you will not be revealed to anyone; especially Lord Dark One until after branding." Jonquil had told me about you, this is the reason for my punishment. I was ask to find out what the council has planned for you, this is why I availed myself to the slug spur Arnold as we call him behind his back. I am not sure Lord Dark One knows about this. 

I was told other subs and slaves were stealing parchment from one member of council, the envelope from another and seal from yet another to carry a message to Council. This way it is not traceable to a single person, thus alerting the council of the plan of deceit. Their plan is to over throw the Council and embed it with his or her own rules. There is also talk of a secret society within the council I am not too sure exists; which eliminate problems for good - mafia style!" 

"I like Lord Dark One as he saved me originally and arranged my auction to my Master (Monique smiles fondly as she talks about Marcus) I was originally the slave of the slug. He beat me almost to death, this is when Lord Dark One saved me and called a meeting of council members to revoke the slugs slave rights permanently. This is another reason you must show up and be as good a sub as you can …we can not have The Slug on council if he were to change the rules the safety net would be in jeopardy." I spoke with Monique for the hour she gave me many tips to try to make the night easier for me. She assures me that she will pass the word around to watch out for me.
The next day I find myself waking in the mid afternoon with Jonquil busily arranging things in the bathroom. I look at the time surprised to see it is two o'clock in the afternoon. "Thibaud fixed your tea last night." Jonquil explained as she notices my surprise in time. "He used one of his herbals to allow you to sleep well." 

Shrugging I get up as I have no ill effects I head to the bathroom with my bladder busting wondering how Monique could have lasted so long but with the though of seeing Adrian and the extreme pressure mixed with the sexual currents swimming through my body I could almost imagine it not too bad. 

I toileted and stepped into the shower Jonquil reach through and scrubbed my back almost painfully so leaving my skin clean and glowing, a razor is handed to me I am told to shave my legs, underarms and mound. I get out when finished and Jonquil continues to help me towel off much to my embarrassment; but assume she was directed to help by Adrian. Seated at the vanity Jonquil twisted my hair into intricate waves and curls decorating my hair with tiny sapphires that barely twinkled until the light hit them. 

My body powdered in a glittery film and my make up applied to accent my eyes and lips. Blush is applied to my cheeks and decoupage and a deeper shade of stain to my nipples and nether lips. As I go to protest Jonquil just says "One, mon amie" reminding me it is not of my choice and I had more or less invited this upon myself. Embarrassed I hope Jonquil will not notice the wetness between my legs as she brushes on the thin red liquid. I feel both my juices and the stain run towards my rectum leaving an uncomfortable feeling I do not dare try to amend. My nails shaped and polished. I am sent into the bedroom, Thibaud is there bringing in boxes naked I stand instructing myself not to cover up or blush. Thibaud stammers "Umm errr Good day Miss I trust you had a good sleep!" I reply "Yes, thanks to you I had a very long and relaxing sleep." The giant dark skin darkens further at my comment making Jonquil giggle. 

Juste parce que vous êtes plus beau puis elle, qu'il ne signifie pas que je ne vous donnerai pas une fessée!" he directs to Jonquil. She laughingly replies "Vous souhait juste pour faire ma chatte s'égoutter ainsi vous pouvez la léchez, vieil homme!" with this Thibaud salutes Jonquil and leaves. 

She turns to me with an expression on her face that shows her love for the giant. "Je peux le voir dans votre visage que vous êtes infiniment dans l'amour." I smile as she blushes "I am rusty but being here has reoriented me to my second language, does he really spank you?" 

Jonquil opens the boxes and removes a mask in deep blue with peacock feathers and sapphires decorating it. The silk corset the same blue as the mask trimmed with black lace, a micro bikini and a cape complete the costume. Dressed and perfumed by Jonquil she escorts me down stairs where Adrian waits at the bottom dressed in a tuxedo and a matching mask and cummerbund. He looks up to me and in a quite whisper says. "Jamais n'importe qui si beau ou se faisant aimer en tant que vous, ma soie fantôme a enlevé mon souffle et me laisse en tant que prisonnier à mon propre Coeur!" I reply "I too find I feel like a phantom in silk, though you shall be no prisoner when it comes to me to me, I love you as well!" Adrian pulls me close kissing me deeply I feel him becoming erect as my own body responds in kind to his kiss and words. Regretfully he separates us and leads me to the limo. 

Apprehension fills me as we set off. "Care for a drink, Gayla?" "No Sir." I reply. "Very good little one you remembered despite your trepidations." Realizing what he means I smile feeling foolishly proud. 

Partly there Adrian pulls out a piece of velvet from the storage area of the bar. "Gayla, I must blind fold you the rest of the way until you commit to me, this is in order to protect the council." I bow my head in agreement and the darkened blind fold slides over my head. I hear the crunching of tires on gravel as we slow for a turn the car picks up speed once again for a short time then the sound on the road silences and the car slows. The pace becomes stop and go for a short time making me to believe the motion is people departing from cars.
Finally, we stop the car door opens and Adrian hands me out to the footman. "Phantomsilk will be placed in the sub room." Adrian commands, "There her blindfold can be removed and tucked into my coat." "Yes my Lord Dark One." The fellow acknowledges. I am lead up the stairs gently by my elbow, a door is opened and I feel the ground turn to the hard hollow sound of wood flooring. I can hear people come towards me. 

A man stops us "Whose pet is this?" he asks a finger trails down my neck into my cleavage. I pull away then realize my mistake. The footman replies, "I am not allowed to say Sir Arnold, it is the rules of the Masquerade." "Ah, true but the slave herself will have to…my mistake I see she wears her bangle on her right wrist." "Will you tell me who you are or do I have to fight with you to read your bracelet?" Knowing by instinct this is indeed what he would like I reply, "Sir, I am phantomsilk I belong to Lord Dark One." "You would be the bitch that will see me to my proper place is it then!" He laughs. "Boy I will take her to the slave room and have my own slaves care for her." "I am sorry Sir I have been given specific instructions as to Lord Dark Ones possession!" the footman mutters. "Very well he says" as he rubs his body up mine, a hand slipping in the bodice of my corset to lift out my breast. He playfully flicks my nipple then cruelly bites it. I suppress my emotions, all but for the tightening of my jaws. Impressed that I did not break Sir Arnold instructs the man to his knees. I hear a shuffle then feel a hand around my neck, the pull of my body against that of Sir Arnold's. He spreads my legs with his knees. "Here boy, he says, "Stick that fagot tongue of yours in her snatch." "I beg your pardon Sir?" I hear the young man question. "Didn't Roland command you to do as his guests see fit? The only stipulation is not to harm you" "Yes Sir, he did. I am sorry" I hear him say. Not sure if the apology was for the benefit of Sir Arnold or myself. I feel my bikini slide over and feel the warm breath of the footman as a trembling tongue touches my clit. "That is right." Sir Arnold says pretend it is a mini cock and suck as if it were your lovers, Pull down your pants and masturbate as you do I want her to come first or you will be punished." Frightened for the both of us, I do not fight and I am surprised that the attention I receive on my button is getting me excited. I feel moisture gather at my slit the smell of my sex fills the small foyer. I hear the young man start to moan and feel his mouth tighten. "Faster you bastard, if you cum together I will personally fuck that ass of yours for a treat, with a dildo of course." Thinking of the young man's dilemma I fake an intense orgasm, pretending my knees give away I slump to the floor. Sir Arnold kicks me in the ribs "Fucking slut; you would cum with the tickle of a feather duster if you can come to a queer." He snarls then walks away. The footman helps me to me feet I moan as I feel the sharp pain dart up my side. Quietly he whispers "Thank you!" "No one else would have faked it to stop me from discipline or that threat from the slug "How badly did he hurt you?" he inquires feeling my ribs. I wince but tell him I am all right. "I know the female subs and slaves are planning to help you anyway they can, I pledge you my alliance and my lovers as well if I cannot get all the male subs and slaves." I thank him as we continue to the sub room. Once the door shuts behind us, I feel the blindfold slide over my head, I rapidly blink and look around a dozen or so subs are in the room in all aspect of costume. The footman a fair haired man about mid twenties has pulled aside one for the subs she looks at me as they talk and she nods her head. "Thank you phantomsilk" he says as he leaves. "You are more beautiful then Jonquil says." "Peter told me what you had done for him in allowing yourself to be injured and degraded by the slug to save him." Hearing this I am sure tonight will be especially entertaining. By now, Monique will have heard about this, the slaves will have their punishment tonight along with Sir Arnold; I hate when accidents happen. The raven-haired beauty in a leopard print costume, laughs. "I am kitty she introduces herself. Tonight you will be champion to all challenges for both your sake and Lord Dark Ones. We have waited many years for him to decide to settle so he can take the high throne." The image of my dream flashes in my head. "The high throne," I inquire. "Yes Master Marcus will step down and as Lord Dark One is like a son to him it is only right that if he fits the rulings he takes his place. "You then will take mine she bows slightly, after ten years in council I have been promised we will live our own lives." "Now our children are grown and moved out we can live the way we wish and the slaves will no longer be under the rouse of maid and nanny." "We can all enjoy ourselves and our time with Master knowing that the council will be run the same or better then with Master Marcus on the high throne." Kitty informs. 

Kitty asks many questions some just friendly, others quite personal but I feel well at ease with the older refined woman who quickly befriends me. Kitty tells of the purpose of the Council and their rules, how it is Adrian became next in line as well as some funny anecdotes about him. I explain my situation first hand and find myself ready to fight for Adrian as Kitty insinuates how terrible Adrian has acted a ploy to show to everyone including myself how much I truly loved him. It was then I made my decision to stay and asked Kitty to help me with a handfast, until the arrangements for a real wedding is possible. Kitty informed me that a handfast was not necessary, as Marcus is a Superior Court Judge and just happens to have all the legal paper work. Kitty walks to the door and issues a request that Thibaud and Jonquil be summons to the Masquerade. Marcus is also informed and deems that it be a surprise for Adrian. 














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Gayla 

Part II 

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Fri, 2nd April, 2010





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