Thread: Submissive Elegance ( Erinye X Sanoci )

This was her big night. She was finally going to be his, and in her honor he had spared no expense, throwing her the largest, most lavish party in a decade of the society. Everyone who was someone was there, all dressed in their finest dresses and suits, concealing their faces with elaborately detailed Venetian masks. From the window in her room on the second floor, she could see all the cars pull up, valets helping the guests inside and parking their expensive German cars. Some even arrived in large, luxurious limousines, personal drivers and all. They were all there to see her. Though they had never seen her, they had all heard the rumours, of her beauty and of her dedication to the man who had saved her. She owed everything to him her life, her sanity, even her soul. Before he saved her, she was living with an abusive foster family a mutual relationship of hatred they hated her, and she hated them. When he found her, she was slowly bleeding out from a cut in her wrist, a fumbled attempt at suicide, her face battered and bruised from being beaten by her foster father. That night, when he carried her out in her arms, that was the first time in her entire life she had felt truly safe. Since that night she had lived with him. He gave her anything she wanted, doting her with gifts and luxury beyond her wildest dreams, though he never touched her, not once, not a kiss or even a handshake, he was quite insistent on that, though it pained her. His only request was that she never leave the house, well, castle. Only on rare occasions would they go out together, always surrounded by a score of bodyguards. One day she had wanted a horse he gave her an entire stable, filled with the finest pure breeds in the world, and staff to take care of them. On her sixteenth birthday he gave her the latest Mercedes-Benz luxury car. The only thing he could not give her was friends. Being confined to the house, she found that much needed friendship among the servants and household, but even they were strictly forbidden from touching her. Only her personal physician was allowed to touch her, but always under careful watch. He gave her the best education money could buy, tutored by the best and brightest minds available. Everything from languages, history, literature, poetry to dancing, music and song, riding, even fencing. She was allowed to study whatever she found interesting, as long as she learned, and this spurred the young prodigy on to greatness, excelling in everything she did. When she received her first period at thirteen, she thought she was going to die, but this transition only opened up a new area of learning sex. She was fascinated, yet a little frightened, absorbing everything she could, learning of techniques, positions, the proper healthcare precautions, but still nobody would touch her, not even her teacher, a gorgeous French dominatrix. She remained virgin, and while learning everything she could, she never felt the urge to experiment, to explore her body. Now, at eighteen years old, she knew what all of her training had been for she was going to be his, she would finally feel his touch, finally be able to repay her debt to him, to express her love for him, her admiration, and she would do it, willingly. She would be his for the rest of her life if that was what he wanted. She had shaped into a beautiful young woman, exercising daily, always eating properly, the best in skincare and hygiene products available. She was everything she could be well shaped, standing at 5'4, a long lustrous mane of blonde hair, reaching her buttocks, soft blue eyes that was to die for, high cheekbones and a smile that could melt a man's heart. Her breasts had grown into a nice and firm, perky C cup, her waist slim while her buttocks remained soft and round giving her just the right amount of curves. She heard his introduction and she knew it was time. She was ready, dressed in a beautiful white dress, sweetheart neckline, floor length, mother of pearl jewelry and matching sandal heels. Her hair was set up in an elaborate style, showing off her exquisite neck, her lips painted a light pink shade. She looked breathtaking. Taking a deep breath and with shaking legs, she would step out into the light, and immediately a thousand eyes were resting on her, everyone in deep silence as they admired her beauty. She scanned over the crowds every single one of them beautiful and rich, all of them decadent, pursuing lives of deviancy to sate their unquenchable sexual appetites. But tonight, they were all masked, anonymous, not that she would recognize them anyway, having led such a sheltered life, yet she could tell by their eyes that they all lusted for her, they all wanted her, but she would belong to only one person him... And there he was, standing at the base of the stairs, looking at her, admiration and love in his eyes, the only one among hundreds who really cared for her. She walked down the staircase, one step at a time, one hand gently gripping the railing, making sure she did not trip in her dress. Finally face to face with him, her heart was pounding something fierce in her chest, so strong that she could hear the drumming in her ears. Smiling, she gracefully offered him her hand. Greetings, Master, she said. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for her entire life, the moment when she would feel his touch.