Monday, July 14, 2014

Prologue

LunarPriestess is driving her black BMW convertible swiftly along the back road to her isolated mansion. The mountainous road is ideal protection from prying eyes, when it comes to the privacy of the twelve Priestesses of the Pagan Clan.

The Priestesses are a group of twelve Mistresses who worship the Goddess Venus. Each Mistress has one or more slaves who are trained to serve their owners - body, mind and soul. These slaves are trained hard, work hard and submit totally to a life of complete servitude. All slaves agree to sign a contract for a period decided by themselves and their owners, all agreements are undertaken and agreed upon with safe, consensual practices being followed.

Lunar’ slave knows that his job will be to fully serve his owner, no matter what she wants, with no complaint, no desire for pleasure, no special treatments, all he will be is his Mistress’ pet slave toy. He will be trained in the ways of the Pagan Clan, following strict orders and guidelines so that the clan stays protected from the outside world.

Lunar’ phone rings as she drives up the steep incline to her property.

"Good afternoon Sonia”

“Hi Lunar, all arrangements have been made for the collection of your new slave tomorrow”.

“That's great Sonia, thank you. Please make sure that your chauffeur remembers to blindfold him as soon as he’s in the car. I want his passport taken immediately and put away safely out of his reach, just in case he decides to back out”.

“Sure Lunar, everything will be handled according to your wishes. Your French slave will arrive at your place at 1.30pm, ready to begin his new life. Have fun and enjoy”.

The BMW pulls up outside the two storey Italian style mansion. The huge house is mustard in colour with wrap around verandah on both levels. The body of the house sits over a bluestone cellar and dungeon. The cellar has been converted to a slave quarters, close to the dungeon for quick training sessions.

The door of the lowered sleek, black car opens to reveal her curvaceous body. Today she chose a teasing Christian Dior, little black dress. Her stylish decolletage shows her slender long neck, smooth shoulders and voluptuous breasts with the whole outfit setting off those vivaciously stockinged legs. As a pair of black Manolo stilleto’s hug her shapely feet, she makes her way up the terracotta tiled steps to the front verandah. She reaches into her bag to produce the front door keys as she arrives at the two emerald green marble plinths, both holding fragrant jasmine on either side of the gothic, carved teak doors. With impeccable timing to her stride the key enters the lock.

The opening door awakens the light filled atrium with sound, breaking the silence of the foyer. Upon entering the mansion you are struck by the deep, emerald green marble floor which covers the lower level of the house. To the right is a stairwell which runs down to the dungeon and slave quarters. To the left of the foyer is the ballroom, where many parties are held with friends and visiting guests. A black wrought iron staircase curves its way around the interior wall to the second level. Four master bedrooms face the front of the house while Lunar’ rooms face the back and overlook the garden.

Walking through the foyer, you enter a large entertainment room with an open fireplace for chilly winter mornings. The open plan of the room incorporates a large kitchen and dining area, with glass sliding doors leading outside to the terrace. The terrace overlooks the manicured lawns with gardens winding their way down to the river at the back of the estate.

Lunar makes her way to the kitchen, her stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor.

“Damn I forgot the appointment tomorrow with my accountant”. Lunar reaches for the phone.

“Sonia, its Lunar. I just remembered that I have an appointment tomorrow that I must keep, I’ll leave instructions for my slave on the front door. Please make sure that the chauffeur directs my slave accordingly”.

“So you’ll be away when he arrives?”

“Yes that’s right, but I trust that the slave will follow my orders well. He wants, more than anything, to be trained by his Mistress. He knows the consequences if he fails me”.

“Sure Lunar, the instructions will be given to Ben”.

“Great Sonia, thanks so much for your help, must go, bye”.

“So much to do, so little time”. Each month, coinciding with the full moon, is a ritual night which celebrates the birthday of one of the Priestesses. Each Priestess has a different birthday for each of the twelve months and signs of the zodiac. The next ritual night is only a week or so away and much work is required before then. Much detail goes into preparations and offerings for the Goddess Venus, on that night. Only Priestesses and their chosen slaves participate on the ritual night, sometimes there have been guests invited for extra special celebrations and parties.

Lunar sits in her office making the arrangements for her new slave and the ritual night. A quick dinner of fresh oysters, crusty bread and salad had been eaten out on the back terrace, topped off with a couple of glasses of chilled French champagne.

Lunar looks at the clock on the wall behind her, 11 pm glowing red across the room. “Time for sleep”. Lunar makes her way upstairs, setting the alarm as she makes sure the heavy front doors are securely locked.