by Darkscribe
“But my lord…” Christopher started, but DL’s raised hand stopped him.
“I am no longer your master Christopher, we are business partners. It would be easier if you just refer to me as DL, that way everyone will understand the change in the dynamics of our relationship.”
Christopher looked at him closely, and then managed a small smile of his own.
“So… DL… what’s the first step?”
DL reached forward and patted the pile of paper on the table.
“Read… understand… and then make sure those tickets I asked for get to my Cinderella! If she doesn’t get them in time all bets are OFF!”
Christopher puffed out his cheeks and picked up a file headed “Bondage Ball”.
DL stood and made to leave the room, turning just before the door.
“If you need to go out, use the Jaguar as transport. I have arranged for someone to act as your driver (he looked at his watch) they should be here around two-thirty. They will take you to the office in the city and introduce you to everyone you need to know. That gives you about an hour to get up to speed on the Ball.”
With that he was gone.
Christopher found that he had to try very hard to focus on the documents before him as his brain whirled with questions.
“Fuck me…” he said quietly.
*
Nicole sat at her kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee. The dream had haunted her for days now, and she was struggling to figure out if it meant anything. She was a great believer in the subconscious passing on vital messages through dreams, and yet this one didn’t quite fit the pattern. The sound of the doorbell jolted her out of her daze.
Brian the postman stood there, with his cheery smile.
“You have to sign for this one Nicole, it’s a registered letter!”
She mumbled thanks, did the necessary, and retreated back to the kitchen.
Upon opening the letter, she found two black slips of card. At first she thought they were blank, but when she turned them in the light, she could make out ornate script. She squinted (she had no idea where her glasses were) so that she could read the one in her hand.
This ticket entitles the bearer to admission to the 2007 Bondage Ball.
Dress code strictly alternative.
For full details see reverse.
She flipped it over to read the time and date of the event (bloody hell, next weekend!) and immediately started to think about what she could wear!
She was five minutes into arguing with herself about what would be suitable when it suddenly dawned on her.
Who had sent the tickets?
Surely it wasn’t HIM was it? And why two?
She went upstairs to her study and switched the computer on. After the usual preamble she was in the chat rooms searching for her friend. She found Jenny in the “Pain” room.
She typed quickly, and turned on her private message board:
“We need to talk!”
“Whassup Nics? You seem a little frazzled today?”
“I’ve just had two tickets for the Bondage Ball arrive! I guess they must be from DL, but I haven’t spoken to him in ages… I thought he’d forgotten about me!”
Jenny replied:
“You lucky bitch!, you can’t get tickets for the ball for love nor money… believe me I’ve tried!”
Nicole laughed.
“Well get your glad rags out girl, coz you and me are gonna strut our stuff!”
*
As he left the front door, the Jaguar purred to a stop at the foot of the steps. The uniformed driver came round to open the rear door, giving him a huge smile at the same time.
“All aboard Sir!” chirped Angela Moody.
“This gets better and better!” laughed Christopher, climbing into the cool interior.
The drive into the city would take about an hour at this time of day, so Christopher settled back to watch the scenery. He was aware of Angela’s bright eyes glancing up at him every few minutes in the rear-view mirror, but he said nothing to encourage her conversation. She finally broke the silence.
“Have you taken a name yet, Sir?”
“What do you mean?” Christopher looked up confused.
“Your LifeStyle name,” she smiled into the mirror, “what we shall all call you from now on!”
Christopher shrugged.
“I haven’t really given it much thought to be honest,” he mused, “got any suggestions?”
The girl’s eyes in the mirror looked serious.
“It is not my place to name you Sir; it must come from you or the Dark One. Why don’t you ask him, there is a phone in the back there… just dial DL and you’ll get straight through to him.”
Christopher found the phone, dialled the letters, and waited while it rang quietly. He was about to hang up when the familiar deep voice answered.
“Yes Christopher?”
“Angela… I mean lady J… has raised the point about my LifeStyle name. I hadn’t thought about it, and I understand that you can name me instead?”
The phone hummed in his ear, the silence stretching out.
“Let me see now,” DL thought out loud, “what would be suitable for my heir? It must be something that reflects your status within our world, and yet also conveys a little of your character…”
DL went quiet, but Christopher could hear the click of a keyboard as he typed quickly.
“Got it… from now on Christopher you shall be The Dark Prince! I have logged your name within Der Unterworld and we will complete your full profile this evening… is that ok with you?”
Christopher sat quietly for a second.
“The Dark Prince… yes… I can live with that,” he smiled, “thank you DL…”
He returned the phone to its cradle and looked up at the mirror.
“We shall be there soon my Prince,” Angel smiled back at him.
*
The Jaguar slid down the ramp to the underground car park, Angela guiding it carefully between the pillars. She headed towards a separate area at the far wall, where two large men in suits stood either side of a chain barrier. Stopping just short, she lowered her window as one of the men bent to talk to her.
“I have the Prince here,” she motioned with her head, “is his space ready?”
“It is lady J, just follow around to the left and it’s next to the Dark One’s bay.”
The second man removed the barrier and she gunned the Jaguar forward in the direction he had indicated. Sure enough, as she slowed to a crawl, there was the name-plate on the wall.
DP.
She parked the car carefully and stepped out to get Christopher’s door.
He stood there with a bemused look.
“That was quick! Does everything happen that fast round here?”
Angela laughed.
“You have absolutely no idea of what you have become, my Prince, have you?”
“Obviously not…” Christopher muttered as he followed her towards the car park elevator.
Upon entering, Angela pressed the button for the top floor and turned to look at him.
“Just be yourself my Prince, and everyone will love you…”
She reached out and stroked his cheek, whereupon Christopher swung his left hand out and caught her sharply across the face. Angela stepped back, her fingers touching the blood already seeping from her split lower lip. She looked down at the floor, and then raised her eyes to his.
“I am sorry my Prince, that was very forward of me…”
Christopher looked into her dilated pupils, noticing her breathing had quickened. He stepped forward, his hand going around her throat as he pushed her against the side of the elevator car. He dropped his briefcase, and slid his hand inside her jacket squeezing her left breast hard through her shirt. She whimpered at the sudden pain, but kept her eyes on his. He changed his grip and rubbed his thumb over her erect nipple, smiling as her eyes flickered and a small moan escaped from her.
“I wi
ll deal with you later my lady; but for now I need you to introduce me to the important people here…”
He released her and picked up his case.
“As you wish my Prince…” Angela breathed heavily back to him.
The door opened with a quiet swish, and Christopher was faced with a row of people.
He stepped out of the elevator, and a tall blonde woman in a crisp suit detached herself from the lineup.
“My Prince, my name is Alyson and I am to be your Personal Assistant here at Der Unterworld. These (she indicated the rest of the people) are your staff. Robert (and a man stepped forward with a nod of his head) will show you to your office while I arrange refreshments for you and the lady. If you need anything at all, press this (she gave him a small pager), and I will be with you as soon as possible.”
Christopher smiled at her his bemused smile.
“Thank you Alyson.”
He looked at Robert, who turned on his heel with a gesture to follow, and set off down the hall.
As they made their way through the plush offices, people who passed nodded at him.
“Good afternoon my Prince… greetings DP… hello Dark Prince…” all were said quietly with deference.
Robert led them to a set of large wooden doors, each one intricately carved with what appeared to Christopher as scenes from Hell! Robert opened the right door and motioned for them to enter. They were in a small reception area, with another two sets of identical doors facing each other.
“That one is the Dark One’s office,” said Robert, indicating the two on the right, “and this one is yours my Prince.” He turned the handle and pushed the doors open, then stepped back to let them pass.
“Alyson will be with you shortly. Please make yourself at home… and welcome to Der Unterworld.”
Robert gave a small bow and retreated the way they had come.
Christopher whistled under his breath as he made his away across the deep carpet towards the large desk. All the furniture was made from the same dark wood as the doors, and it gleamed deeply in the subdued light from the window. He made his way around the desk and sank into the large leather swivel chair. Running his hand over the silky-smooth polished surface, he twisted in the chair to look out the window. The glass was tinted, and the city below was rendered into a twilight scene of twinkling lights and slow moving cars. No sound reached his ears from below.
He turned back to face the room, and was just about to speak to Angela, when Alyson knocked quietly at the door. He motioned with his head for her to enter, and she quickly carried the tray of coffee across to a low table.
“I hope you will enjoy this Prince, I chose the blend myself… if it is not to your liking then please let me know and I’ll arrange for some samples to be brought up.”
Christopher smiled.
“I am sure it will be fine Alyson, now please leave us and I will call you if I need anything.”
She smiled nervously and backed out of the door. Christopher looked across at Angela, who had made her way to a corner and stood quietly watching him.
“Come over here, and place your hands on the desk.”
Angela walked slowly over, a wary look on her face, but did as instructed.
“Now move forward until your hips touch the front… that’s right… now lower your chest down and spread your arms wide… don’t look at me… turn your face away.”
Christopher stood and moved around the desk until he was behind the girl. He ran his hand over her ass, feeling her tense through the material of her suit skirt. He slid his hand down to her thigh, then back up the skirt, pleased to find she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. She jumped as his fingers passed over the bare skin at the top of her thighs and pressed against her pussy through her panties. Christopher could feel the dampness and heat coming from her, and he chuckled as he used both hands to rip the small undergarment down to around her knees. He could see her hips start to shake as he lifted the skirt up, and exposed her fully, his hand casually moving over her skin, his fingers slipping between her pussy lips and into her wet tight hole.
“I have let you remain a virgin my lady until I felt the moment was right; and I can’t think of a better time than this…”
Angela started to protest but her words trailed off into a grunt as he slid all the way into her. Christopher reached forward and wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling her up and back so that she arched against him, impaled on his cock. She turned her head slightly so she could see him.
“Oh my god… ohhh… my Prince… please…”
He withdrew slightly then pushed as deep as he could into her, her eyes closing and her mouth dropping open with a groan, as he slowly fucked her. Her hips vibrated against him as her moan became a wail, and she came heavily, her juices pouring down the front of Christopher’s thighs, as he pumped himself to orgasm inside her. He withdrew from her, gave her a sharp smack across the right buttock and zipped himself away.
“Tidy yourself up my lady, and pour the coffee, we have work to do!”
Angela stood on shaky legs and smoothed down her skirt. She looked at him with huge dark eyes.
“Do you take cream and sugar my Prince?”
~~*~~
CHAPTER 14
***
Nicole spent the rest of the week trying on and discarding various outfits. She sat on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands after yet another failure on the Thursday night.
She asked the room.
“What the fuck can I wear?”
The room didn’t answer, it just stayed still and quiet.
She had talked with Jenny on Tuesday about catching the train down and staying with her. Jenny’s partner had been a little difficult until he’d seen a picture of Nicole; strangely enough, after that, he couldn’t be more helpful!
Jenny had muttered something about not flirting with her man (something Nicole found a little off-putting as she knew the only reason she was going to the Ball), but after soothing Jenny’s damaged self-esteem, it was arranged that she would be met at the station. It didn’t help her problem with her outfit though.
She had started with simple, moved on to glamour, and finally ended with outrageous but still nothing seemed right. Logging on to her computer, she went looking for Jenny in the chat rooms.
“Ok sis, I need some advice about what to wear at the Ball… I’m totally con-fuddled!”
Jenny replied:
“Hmmm… let me think, there may be someone I can ask who’s not that far from me… I know she has some really crazy stuff!”
Jenny disappeared from the room, leaving Nicole to fend off the current spate of Trolls.
“Hey there, mystery Angel… you fancy some good old northern cock? Your profile says you ain’t far from me, so’s how about I come round and teach you what a REAL Dom can do?”
Nicole sighed, and started to compose a suitably rude reply when a new name came into the room.
The Dark Prince.
Instantly all the conversation dried up, the screen went white, and Nicole found that even SHE was holding her breath. There had been a lot of speculation and rumour about a new face with the “Dark” prefix, but none of the subbies she had spoken to knew very much.
The next posted comment was from him.
“My dear YorkshireStud, your manners leave a lot to be desired, as does your diction. Please apologise to mystery Angel and kindly leave the room.”
YorkshireStud obviously had other ideas.
“And just who the fuck do you think YOU are? I’ll do what I like matey-boy so fuck off!”
There was a short pause, and then The Dark Prince replied.
“You will just have enough time to read this before your screen goes blank due to the fact I have pulled the plug on your membership. I also note that you have purchased a ticket to the Ball; unfortunately that ticket has now been cancelled, and should you be stupid enough to turn up on the night, I will arrange for everyone in this room who attends to take a
piece of your miserable hide. Goodnight.”
With that, YorshireStud faded from view.
The Dark Prince continued.
“My sincere apologies lady Angel for that idiot’s behaviour. I have a message from the Dark One that he expressed was urgent; may I talk to you alone?”
Nicole sat there with her mouth open. She shook herself and replied.
“Of course Dark Prince, I shall open my room for you.”
She went through the passwords to open her private chat area, and waited for him to arrive. His name appeared in the top corner, and he sent a message immediately.
“Hello lady Angel, this is Christopher! Sorry for all the subterfuge but DL was insistent that I found you tonight and gave you the message.”
“That’s ok Christopher, I didn’t know that you had become part of the LifeStyle and taken a name!”
“It’s all part of DL’s master plan *chuckle* but it feels right. Now I have to tell you that there is an outfit on its way to you by courier. It should arrive first thing in the morning, and DL has asked if you would do him the honour of wearing it to the Ball?”
Nicole was not really sure how to respond; there had been no word from DL for quite a while.
“Tell him I will try it on when it gets here, if I think it’s ok then I’ll wear it, if not I’ll chose something else.”
She knew it sounded cool, but she was damned if she was going to sound grateful!
“Thank you lady Angel, it would make him very happy if you did. I know I’m talking out of turn here, but he has really missed you; I think he has been trying to find a way to repair the… damage from your visit here. Now he and I are on a more equal footing, he tells me a lot more, and I can see that he has problems with expressing himself in relationships. He has only known LifeStyle partnerships for such a long time, that when someone like you came along, he doesn’t know how to act. There is a part of him that is very much a lost little boy at times.”