Thread: The bodyguard (Bound To Pleasure/Flassche)

Indeed . The half god purred as he watched her. He quickly decided he had taken a liking to this toy. The prince smiled gently as he waved towards the chair. Do be seated. No doubt your legs will propel you upwards should danger arrive. He chuckled gently as he sipped the wine once more. He leaned backwards as he sighed. Twenty-eight years old and chalked to the iron chains of servitude. No doubt your young hot blood would rather be on the frontlines? He did not need a response, he knew young warriors like the warden now sitting in front of him. He himself could understand the notion of wanting to go elsewhere, anywhere actually. He drank the last sip of wine as he grabbed a small sheet of paper he had folded on the table already. My daily.. Schedule He slid the paper towards the warden slowly. He had hesitated with the word schedule, seeing as it was more like a forced protocol in this dammed prison. Montas suntas. First sun -Cleaning of the royal chambers, excluding the princes personal bedroom, done by the blinded ones. -Preparing the breakfast meal of the prince and his personal warden, placed in the shared personal quarters, done by the blinded ones. -Cleaning and dressing of the royal heir, done by the warden. Mid sun -Preparing the midday meal of the prince and his personal warden, placed in the shared personal quarters, done by the blinded ones. -Admittance of noblemen and merchants seeking audience, done by his royal prince heir. -Cleaning of the Throne room, done by the blinded ones. Late sun -Preparing the heirs royal bath and fresh garments, done by the blinded ones. -Cleaning and washing the royal prince in the bath, done by the warden. -cleaning of the royal bah, done by the blinded ones. - Signed Authorias, virnitche. High chancellor and second council member. Order of the red Lance. Lance watched as the warden picked up the paper. How would the woman react when faced with such a dull and tedious agenda, for the rest of her service. Exciting is it not? Lance casually commented as he grabbed his book again, pretending to read a few lines. Lance merely watched his warden, hearing the words leave her lips. He was busy weaving a delicate weave into the bond. The bond would still remain the same, only an added line. The added line would be necessary for what was to come next. The next step on the chessboard was taken, how would the human react? He handed the female another paper, this one carefully folded and holding a seal of dark black wax. The weave he had cast on the woman would ensure the following. - The bearer of this mark will read any letter containing the black seal and memorize it subconsciously, afterwards burning the paper. The bearer of this mark will try to follow any order contained in the letter whilst not having any memory off actually reading it. He smiled casually as he slid the second letter towards the warrior. Read this. Servant, this I command -You will perform your routine daily duties as you have always done in the past. -You will never mention unusual past events to anyone, including your master, unless he gives permission. -You will remain loyal to your master at all times. -When dressing your master you will do so in a kneeling position. -When dressing your master you will make sure his lower half is exposed first and dressed last. -When dressing your master you will feel aroused. -When washing your master you will be clothed in a large towel wrapped around your frame. -When washing your master you will act like a proper aid. -When washing your master you will ignore any unnatural behavior. -When washing your master you will clean him slowly and gently using a cloth. -When washing your masters Phallus you will comment on the need to clean it diligently, using hygiene as an excuse. -When washing your master you will find an excuse to wash your master without the cloth. -When washing your master you will never once mention or think this as abnormal behavior, with the exception of your own feelings. Signed, Lance He waited until the woman had finished reading before he spoke again. As for my little housing and schedule here, this is as good as it will get. My father and I, my kind, are weapons, nothing more. They make sure I am kept safe and sane, nothing more. Why would a weapon need fun? The only exercise I get is a yearly display of my current strength. Does this bore you? This life of.mine? He was curious to see how the magic would affect her. She had demonstrated a certain skill at burying her cravings, a good trait. Even though she looked like she was uncomfortable she kept her body still and did her job. He again waited on her answer before he spoke again. To answer your question concerning my age I am fifty five years of age. Half a life time in human understanding, strange no doubt, yet for my kind I am just at the outskirts of puberty. This is not common knowledge to the general public seeing as we are thought of as immortal and thus we have no need of age. The only reason I keep track of my.. age.. is because it helps me grasp a fleeting notion of my lost humanity. He all said this in a calm voice, as if he was telling her his favorite socks were blue.