Bazil walked out to the edge of the
gardens. He could see the workmen in the distance starting to build Angelique’s
new castle. Sadness engulfed him as he
stared out at the workmen. Soon, Angelique will move into her new castle, soon,
she will completely take Dante away from him. Bazil knew his place, he knew
Angelique would always come first in Dante’s heart, but now…she would be so
close. Never again will Bazil have Dante all to himself. Oh, how he enjoyed
living here—enjoyed being Dante’s favorite slave.
“My Bazil.” Dante walked up behind
Bazil and wrapped his arms around him pulling him close.
Bazil melted into Dante’s embrace,
which only heightened his sadness.
“What is wrong, Bazil?” Dante nuzzled
his face against the top of Bazil’s head.
“Angelique’s castle will be done
within the month.”
“And this saddens you?”
Bazil reached up and grabbed Dante’s
arms as he nuzzled back into Dante’s body. “You will forget me,” he whispered.
“Oh…” Dante held Bazil tighter. “I
won’t forget you, my Bazil.”
“May I speak freely?”
“Once Angelique moves here you will
always be with her. She will sleep in your bed, she will hold your attention,
she…has your heart. Where will this
leave me?” Bazil couldn’t stop the tears that started to flow from his eyes.
Dante could feel Bazil’s pain and it
tore at him. “Bazil.”
“Tell me…you love me. You tell her
that all the time.”
“Bazil, stop crying, it pains me to
hear you cry.”
“Then tell me you love me. I love you…I love you so much, Dante.”
An awkward silence fell between them.
Dante kissed the top of Bazil’s head. “I love you, Bazil.”
Bazil broke down and wept openly.
“Shh, Bazil, shh…”
“Once Angelique comes we will never
have a moment like this again.” Bazil turned around and latched onto Dante. He
buried his face onto Dante’s chest.
Dante slowly sank down to the grass
taking Bazil with him. “I don’t think
you understand Angelique, Bazil. You had to have known her when she first came
into my life. She is so different than you are Bazil. She is strong,
independent, and stubborn. I want you to listen while I tell you about how I
fell in love with her, about her training and how I determined she was meant to
be a Mistress.”
“Then you will know why I need you
“I am a man and she is a woman, you
need to be with both sexually.”
Dante started to chuckle. “Oh, there
is more to it than that, Bazil. If that was the case I could just go and fuck a
man when the urge hit. Now, do you want
me to tell you about Angelique right here or do you want to go back to my
“I want to stay just like this.”
“Very well.” Dante closed his eyes
and mentally went back to the first day he met Angelique.
Angelique sat silently next to the
man who just went by the name Apollo as they drove through the desert. Michael
had sent her to meet this Master named Dante. To be honest she didn’t
understand Michael’s reason for doing this, other than he wanted her to learn
about the sweetness of pain, but she would do this for him.
Angelique shifted in her seat when
Apollo placed his hand on her thigh. Though Apollo was a rather handsome man
she wasn’t in the mood to entertain him. She had too many thoughts going
through her mind. Something wasn’t right between her and Michael. She could
feel it and she wondered if he did too. Perhaps that is why he sent her to this
other Master. She looked out and saw the
huge mansion coming into view. The beautiful grounds and elegant fencing around
the mansion made it stand out. Plus the fact that this oasis was surrounded by
the barren desert made its beauty that much more to behold.
“You will only speak when Master
Dante wants you to, and you will do what he says or you will taste his whip. Do
you understand?” Apollo rumbled.
“Yes.” Angelique took his hand as he
helped her out of the car.
“Apollo, you have finally come back,”
Habu said as he instructed the servants to take Angelique’s bags.
“I had to drive all the way up to
Reno to collect this one.”
Angelique looked up into the eyes of
the large ebony man. He only nodded his head toward her and motioned for her to
join Apollo. She quickly hurried to catch up to Apollo. She paid little
attention to the elegant décor, her mind filling with too many thoughts to
really pay attention to much of anything except following Apollo.
“Wait here,” Apollo said.
Angelique looked at the two large
doors that had elegantly carved figures of Jupiter and Zeus adorning them. She began to wonder what kind of man would
have such figures of authority mark the entrance to his chamber. A strong man,
a confident man…she ran her fingers over Zeus’ leg, or perhaps an arrogant
She jumped back when Apollo opened
the door. He quickly closed the door then grabbed her arm.
“What are you doing?” Angelique
“Master wants you to wait in the
“It is not for you to question
Master.” Apollo brought Angelique to the small receiving room. “I will come and
get you when Master is ready for you.”
Angelique sighed and sat down. She
was most eager to meet the Master of this beautiful home. Through her training
with Michael she had learned patience and she had a feeling that patience was
going to be tested this afternoon.
Dante sat on his bed and looked at
the man slumping in the chains that bound him to the wall. The young man was
covered in sweat and red marks. Dante slowly coiled up his whip. This man was
given to him by some other Master and judging by the way he held himself after
just a brief beating this man wasn’t meant to be here. Hell, he couldn’t even
give a decent blowjob, which told Dante that this man has never really been
with another man before. More than likely he was just a servant to the other
Master, easily discarded.
Dante lay back on his bed. Now he
will have to decide what to do with this gift. More than likely he will just
put him with his other slaves in the slave quarters. Only a chosen few actually
lived in the main house with Dante.
Dante sighed thinking about the woman
he was supposed to train. Yet another favor asked of him. He was growing
discontent with being in this circle of Master and Mistresses. He would like
nothing more than to shut out the outside world for a little while. But he
would have to keep his connections—after all, they brought in wealthy clients.
He wasn’t hurting for money, hell he could easily live quite comfortably on
what he had. But he never really got over being poor once, so he continues his
accumulation of wealth.
He used his whip to hit the golden
button by his bed.
“Master,” Habu hurried into the room.
“Habu, take this male to the slave
quarters and get him settled in, then bring me the woman in the receiving room.
When you are finished tell Cassandra to ready a spot for the new female.”
“Yes Master.” Habu hurried over to
the young man and took him down from the wall. He threw him over his shoulder
and carried him from the room.
Dante stood and walked over to the
wall that held all his various whips. He carefully hung up the whip that was in
his hand. He wanted to play with his two
new oriental slaves Emerald and Xylon that he obtained a year ago, but he had
to get the woman he was supposed to train settled in. He didn’t really know
what kind of training she would need. He would have to see her and speak with
her first to figure that out. He took
one last look at his collection of whips then headed to the bathing chamber to
Angelique stared at the painting of a
woman bound in chains. This erotic image stirred her body. She studied every
nuance of the artwork. She had been waiting for a couple of hours now, waiting
and wondering what the Master of this house was like. Was he like Michael? Or
was he like some of the other Masters that visited Michael’s house?
“Follow me,” Apollo announced. He couldn’t help but notice her interest in
the painting. Dante tied the young woman
up like that and commissioned an artist to paint the image. Apollo loved this
painting. “Angelique,” he said a bit
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She quickly stood.
“It is a very interesting painting
“Yes. May I ask who the woman is?”
“Some client of Master, he tied her
up like that.”
“He did…” Angelique felt a rush of
desire sweep over her.
“Now follow me. Master is ready to
receive you now.”
Angelique followed Apollo back to
Dante’s chamber. Her eyes locked on the image of Zeus as Apollo opened the
“Master, here is Angelique.”
Angelique’s breath caught when she
saw the large man standing by the bed. Never had she seen such an intimidating,
yet handsome man before. His six foot four inch body was a solid wall of
muscle. His hair was dark and very long, it was braided up into hundreds of
little braids. His face…her eyes locked with his gray eyes, oh God he was
beautiful. He exuded dominance. She found herself wanting to fall to her knees
before this glorious man.
Dante couldn’t take his eyes off the
small woman. She was beyond beautiful to him. Her long dark brown hair looked
like strands of silk. Her large dark eyes gave her an almost innocent look.
“Master Dante.” Angelique bowed her
head respectfully to him.
Dante was genuinely surprised by her
deep sultry voice. It didn’t seem to fit her innocent look. He liked that very
“Angelique.” Dante walked over to
her. “You may go, Apollo.”
“Yes, Master.” Apollo quickly left
“Your trainer told me you are here to
learn about pain. Is this correct?”
“Yes, Master Dante.” She looked up
into his eyes. The closer he got the more she became aroused.
“First, I want to see how well you
have been trained.” Dante grabbed her arm and led her over to a wall that had
all sorts of restraints attached to it. He carefully placed her ankles and
wrists into the metal shackles. “You will stay like this until I return.” He
looked over her feminine body. His cock started to harden. However, he would
have to wait to take her. He must see how long she can endure waiting for him.
He looked at her once more then left the room.
Angelique could feel her heart
pounding in her chest. Michael never made her feel like this, hell, no man had
ever made her feel like this. She was so aroused and eager for Dante’s touch,
but it was more than that. This unknown, yet wonderful feeling was foreign to
her. She closed her eyes and tried to focus. She knew soon her arms and legs
would ache from hanging like this. She would endure this…she had to.