Claimed – Chapter 3
Claimed
Chapter 3
The day started out as normal as could be, if you consider what her life had become as normal. She woke with Richard’s first stirring. Laying quietly until He awoke and went into the bathroom she quickly made His bed, rolled hers up , and stood in the corner of the room watching the bathroom door. Richard would wave her into the bathroom when He was done. They went to breakfast, Marcia sitting now on a small stool next to His chair eating whatever Richard would hand her. This morning however they didn’t walk out to the yard or take seats in a secluded corner. Instead Richard handed her lead to Mark and left without a word or a backward glance to her. Marcia was crushed, she didn’t understand nor could she fathom what she had done wrong. A tug on her collar as Mark walked in the opposite direction Richard had left from brought her thoughts to the present and her current situation. “Come with me” Mark said forcing Marcia to jump to catch up with Mark’s huge steps.
Rounding a corner of the hall he opened a door and walked into the room. Mark stopped abruptly and moved around to her back removing her collar. Marcia was at a loss to what was happening. The collar had become reassuring, a comfort. Now she felt naked and alone without it. She stood in the middle of the study in front of the large leather topped desk with 2 leather chairs facing the desk. Dropping her lead and collar on the desk He sat down behind the massive desk. Marcia started to sit in a chair unsure what to do. “Did I say sit?” He said without looking up from the papers he was going through. Marcia jumped to attention in front of the desk.
“I am going to get some answers and I want them concise and truthful”
“Yes Sir”
“How long have you been here?”
“Less than a year Sir” she replied with a quaver in her voice.
“How did you go unnoticed?”
Now Marcia was frantic with fear. She didn’t want to get anyone in trouble. “Please don’t punish the others. They helped me because I was so afraid. They let me do chores that kept me away from everyone except the house staff. I worked hard, I swear.” she said, ringing her hands in terror.
“I see.” He said still going through the mound of papers. Near the bottom he pulled a file out, “ah ha! I knew I could find you. hmmm” He said reading the pages, turning them over one after the other, the few that were in the folder. “Okay, I remember now, just needed to jog my memory. Enough for now, go to the kitchen and see if they need help. They’re always complaining so I expect you will be well received.” Mark then picked up the phone turning his back to her waving a hand in dismisal.
Marcia guessed it was over, whatever it was since she never understood that either. She walked to the kitchen and was immediately decended on by her fellow servent friends. For thirty minutes she told them as much as she knew of what had happened to her the last few weeks. Her dialog was cut short as the head slave walked into the room sending everyone scurrying to their tasks. Marcia picked up some dirty pots and went to the sink. She should have been elated to return to her hidden life but for some reason she felt void, like she should be grieving for a lost loved one. She brushed away a tear as it slipped down her cheek, her arms elbow deep in dirty water, suds, and pots.
The hours passed slowly with her hands getting red and water logged. She ignored the other slaves and they left her alone to her thoughts. Banging a scrubbed pot on the counter to dry with a loud bang she froze hearing Mark say directly behind her ” I think it’s a good thing I came to get you now, I don’t want to have to buy new pots and pans.” Marcia swiveled around hiding the dented pot behind her back. Standing with Mark was Eve, Mark’s head female slave, her eyes sparking in a silent laugh. “Eve, take her up and get her cleaned up. You know what to do.” Mark said walking on to inspect the kitchen while He was there, throwing the rest of the slaves into a frenzy. Eve grabbed Marcia’s hand and led her quickly out the kitchen and through halls. She kept up a constant monolog, talking about this , that, or another. Marcia didn’t pay too much attention to what she was saying or where she was being led. Eve stopped at a door at the end of a hallway and entered the room.
“This is my room. Make yourself at home. I’ll start your bath water. There’s some soda in that small frig if you’re thirsty. I’ll find something for you to snack on it a second.” she said letting go of Marcia’s hand and walking through another door Marcia assumed was the bathroom. Eve’s chatter continued even when they were in different rooms. Marcia liked her, she seemed honest and caring. Marcia walked over to the bed eyeing the white dress that was laid on it obviously for the evening wear. Fingering the fine cloth she envied Eve’s postion to be given such a gorgeous dress, nicer than she had worn before. As Marcia pictured how the soft slinky dress would feel on her, Eve returned to the bedroom still in constant chatter and once again dragged Marcia off by her arm, this time to the bathroom. “Time for a bath. I am very skilled at giving baths but rarely to another female.” she giggled “But I am sure I can adapt. Let’s get you undressed and into the water” She continued pulling Marcia’s dress over her head before she could argue. Marcia was very shy and had never been naked in front of another female. Eve ignored the entire situation like it was normal and pushed Marcia over to the tub. After she had gotten into the water Eve turned and tossed a washcloth into the suds by her legs. “I’ll give you time to soak and wash. I’ll be back in a few minutes. The door closed softly with a click. The dramatic silence loud compared to Eve’s friendly babble.
This was turning into the strangest day Marcia thought as she picked up the cloth and started washing herself. The warm water was relaxing and she felt pampered like a great lady. She rarely had time for a bath. Typically it was a quick shower for her if she was lucky. The suds made her laugh as she played some and washed some. Eve returned shortly still chattering. She was starting to like Eve more and more but wondered if she ever slowed down enough in her chatter to take a breath. Continuing her one way conversation, Eve knelt down by the tub and started to wash Marcia’s hair, pushing her under water to rinse it. By the time the bath was over Marcia was feeling more like a rag doll than a person. Her head was starting to spin by the abrupt changes in her life. Eve pulled her out of the tub and shouted out the door, “She’s clean as a whistle. Come on in”
Before Marcia could ask questions or baracade the door, two more women scampered into the room bearing towels. Without waiting for consent or permission they surrounded Marcia and toweled her dry. Marcia turned in circles looking for an escape route but found only more fluffy white towels in front of her and more chattering between all three of them. Oh my god, there were now three chatter boxes! She was encased in a bathrobe and ushered into the bedroom. The three of them continued to talk and gossip, ignoring the girl they were preparring. Tossed into a chair Marcia found herself getting a pedicure from one, a manicure from another, and Eve working on her hair. She was trapped!
Marcia’s head was spinning when she found herself lotioned, pampered, prepped, and dressed in the gown she had admired on the bed earlier. The other two women had left without Marcia ever learning their names or who they were. Due to their constant talking she felt she had known them for a long time. Her hands felt the soft fabric as she smoothed it over her body, the cloth tight across her breasts. Eve walked around her looking for anything out of place before declaring her perfect. “That’s it, I think you are done. How you feel? great? Isn’t it fun being so pampered. I just love it, don’t get to have it done that often. Bet that’s why I appreciate it so much when it does happen and when I can do it for someone else. Makes a slave work harder for those little things.” She clucked on without ever waiting for Marcia to reply. Taking her hand Eve ignored Marcia’s cries of being barefoot and retraced her foot steps past the kitchen into the main hall. Marcia was getting used to being dragged around like they assumed she knew where they were taking her. Instead she took the chance to look at the rich furniture, the elegant fashions and windows. She seldom lifted her head as she had slipped through these rooms hoping to be unnoticed. Now she wished she had taken the time once in a while to look around her. Walking across the living room Eve headed to a large door Marcia hadn’t noticed before. Knocking on the door three times loudly Eve let go of Marcia’s hand and started to walk away. For once Eve was silent so Marcia could get a word in, “Where you going?” knowing someone had to stay there since Eve had knocked on the door. Eve turned around and gave her a reassuring hug, “Just stay there, everything is going to be okay.” as she walked back out the room.
Marcia took a step back as the door opened to reveal Mark. She eyed Him warily then remembered to lower her gaze. “Turn around” He said making a circle in the air with His hand, a calculated gleam in His eye. Marcia turned slowly hoping she passed inspection. “It is beyond me how we didn’t notice you. Our loss I suppose. I think I am going to have to do a slave inventory to see what is here. Can’t be letting more like you go.” He said as He turned and reentered the dark room. Marcia started to understand how perfect Mark and eve were for each other, just not sure how they ever got anything done since both seemed to talk inccesently. Following Mark into the room , her eyes started to adjust. The smell of burning candles was strong as was leather and something else she couldn’t place yet comforted her. What was it?
Standing she waited for Mark near a table while taking notice of the room. It was fairly large with many pieces around the perimeter; crosses, benches, stocks. It was obviously the house playroom. She had never been there but had heard tales of it. The play furniture were a deep brown wood with shiney metal. The walls were dark as was the lighting. It was a room to create an atmosphere and bring fear to a sub’s heart. It did very well she thought. Her attention being on the room she didn’t notice Mark moving behind her, smiling at her wide eyed view of His favorite room. The sound of the zipper in the back of her dress coming down brought her back to the present with a dropping heart. Mark placed His hands on her shoulders, pushing the dress off her shoulders and down her arms, gavity taking over as the dress fell to the floor about her feet. In the space of less than a minute she was naked and vulnerable, a shiver ran from her head to her toes…part fear, part cold. Mark smiled as He kissed the tender part of her neck sending another shiver through her. His hands running up and down her arms slowly in admiration. “You are such a tasty thing.” He said sending another crash of fear running through her.
“But not right now. More the shame, I would have loved to try you out.” Mark said starting another potentially long one way conversation that was stopped short by a pointed cough from the shadows. “Very well. Would have at least liked to torture her some first you know” He replied and getting another, more demanding cough in reply. Marcia closed her eyes dreading what was to happen to her tonight. The room was filled with all sorts of apparatesses she was very familiar with but have never tried. Would she be punished for hiding? For disappointing Richard so He returned her? There was a slew of trangressions she could come up with that sealed her fate. She crossed her arms over her chest trembling imperceptively. The leather band coming under her chin to encircle her neck startled her. She felt herself go deeper into accepting she was to pay for her crimes hoping she could withstand it. The click of the lead made her groan as her fate seemed sealed. Mark placed thick leather cuffs on her wrists attaching them with a clasp. Marcia’s head never raised from looking at the floor. He picked the lead up and tugged twice so she would follow Him.
They walked but a few steps, Marcia trying to figure out where He was headed. If nothing else to discern her fate, or the place of her fate. Instead He stopped on an ornate rug, candles provided the only lighting. “Kneel” He said. She lowered to the floor as Mark step a few feet away, still holding on to the lead, to a small podium. He lifted a paper , holding it up to the light to read it. Setting it down He signed the parchment, the pen making loud scratching sounds in the deep silence of the room. “It’s done. Your turn.” He said to the shadow. Marcia was devoured by curiosity about who was in the dark and even more curious as to what was going on since it didn’t seem that punishment was their purpose. Out of the dark walked a silent silouette, the light preventing her from seeing who. Marck hid Him from view as he went to the podeum and picked up the paper. Spending little time reading He held his hand out for the pen. Again the scratching of a quick signature. “It’s done then. She’s all Yours now.” Mark said shaking the other man’s hand. Marcia leaned to the side as much as she could without falling over trying to see who it was. Handing her lead to the hidden man Mark walked out the door muttering about checking out the rest of His slaves before He lost another good one.
Watching Mark depart the room Marcia turned to finally see who had taken her lead. She couldn’t believe it, it was Richard standing there a smug smile on His face and His eyes gleaming in pleasure and more than a little laughter. It hit her as a freight train, it was His scent she had been unable to place earlier, it was His presence she had sensed. He knew she was confused which is exactly where He meant her to be. With an upper tug on the leash she stood as Richard stepped to her. He brought a hand to the back of His befuddled slave and pulled her against His body. Running a hand along her face Richard gazed at her waiting for her to realize completely what had just happened.
Marcia looked into the face she had become so used to. The person she had argued with and given into during their discussions. Who had been her sole source for nourishment and comfort. Slowly the shock of her change of status from being owned by Mark to becoming a possession of Richards was realized. Her heart flipfloped unwilling to believe she was actually back under the comforts of His protection. Richard’s patience was rewarded when He saw the understanding and happiness in her face, proven by her huge smile as she lowered her eyes. Grabbing her hair He kissed her deeply for the first time, savoring the simple pleasure He had denied Himself while getting to know her and letting her get used to Him. The candles made their entwined shadows dance against the walls.