Thread: Slaves of the house - Lingering Desire/Ryax

Eliza was confused, thoroughly. She heard the fair haired male speaking, but it was muffled almost as though he took it upon himself to drive the carriage. Tilting her head, aware of the older Servant in the carriage with her she attempted to listen to him and for him. Hearing the bell peal once she closed her thighs and prayed the damn thing would remain silent. Her slim fingers remained in her lap on the tattered fibers she wore. Worried about the male she was locked in with she remained absolutely silent so she could hear or sense his movements, if they came. Although the carriage jostled her, she remained seated on the cushion as though she were a queen or a princess of some distant royal land. Her legs crossed and her back remained straight with her shoulders back and her breasts bouncing with each movement. She was aware of this and Gerland's eyes on her. Though she didn't feel he was a threat, only sizing her up and taking her in. Perhaps he was under the employment of her master to see to the affairs of the household. She wasn't certain but felt it was his job. Feeling the carriage slow and finally stop she cocked her head as the man moved from the carriage. She said nothing and stayed in her spot as she was left to sit and wait. Unaware of their quiet conversation she sat taking in the sounds of birds tweeting in trees and the chattering of squirrels, the drop of an acorn or a piece of branch as they jumped from tree to tree. A soft scuff of shoe drew her attention, tilting her head she blinked and the blindfold had fallen. The handsome face that was etched into her head was back. With a wide smile she greeted her master. Her fingers curled around his as she dropped to the ground beside him. Soft blue eyes flitted here and there, taking in her surroundings... the new home he welcomed her into. She stood in awe, silently delighting in all the place had to offer, and this was only the outside. Not forgetting her training, she followed close to his heels at his gesture. Though not knowing how he moved was a hindrance and she found herself moving too quick and almost running into him at every abrupt turn. Her eyes remained focused on the ground until the muffled sounds of moans and gasps hit her ears. Lifting her head she saw a group of mixed genders lounging poolside and going to town. This was not abnormal for her and it caused her lips to lift in a smile as it made her think of her first master, the kind one. She left her loins flutter and hoped her master would toy with her soon enough. Glancing up she saw that Leyland had moved beyond her. Hurrying her steps, she followed him into what appeared to be her room. The rich red tones added depth to the otherwise plain room. It was lovely. It took her a moment to take it in. Everything looked so inviting, but looking down to herself she felt dingy and dirty and out of place. Her lips curled in a bright smile when he confirmed what she thought. Following him, she was brought to the showers and closets. They appeared open, but his stating their was clothing in her room she smiled. Had he picked things he liked for her in the room? She bit her lip as he gave her instructions to meet him on the soft grounds, she'd noticed a bench, sheltered from the sun but offering a nice view of the coy pond and the open air around them... this would be where he could find her. Her fingers lifted and traced the tight symbol of her status. She hated the wretched thing and much preferred something given her by the master that claimed her. Knowing he'd be meeting her in an hour she smiled, Thank you master... She dropped and kissed at his feet, something she was taught at her first house, before rushing off. Stripping the think fabric from her body she turned on the shower full blast and allowed the heat to surround her as it burnt of months of crust and grime. She washed her hair three times and her body four. She shaved and conditioned and then dried and lotioned her slightly tan skin. Finding a deep green robe she wound a towel around her hair and moved back to her room. There she dressed in a soft butter yellow dress . It was cute, but the white lacy lingerie beneath it made her feel her place. Snapping garters into place and slipping on heels she brushed her hair and pulled it back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Eliza sat upon the stone bench and stared at the sky, the fish and then the grass. All in an effort to kill time and settle her nerves. It had been a while since she felt any nervousness building up in her body. It was nice to know she was still a human, capable of emotions and feelings. She smiled.