Chatelaine

Chatelaine

Kelsey Chasen

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Join Scott, Master of SKY Ranch, and his submissive and strong-willed wife, Kyra, as they explore the romantic world of dominance and submission, the dark, heated nights in the dungeons, and the spine twisting passion of erotic fulfillment with the loving family chosen, not inherited, as they embrace their passions and build their romantic world.

 
PUBLISHED BY: Vanilla Heart Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-935407-58-4
PUBLICATION DATE: 2009
WORD COUNT: 58000
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 5 5 5 5 5
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CATEGORIES: BDSM, Multiple Partners, Romantic Fiction
KEYWORDS: BDSM, submissive, dominant, dungeon, Kelsey Chasen, Vanilla Heart Publishing, erotic romance
 

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COPYRIGHT Kelsey Chasen/2009


New Beginnings

The days, weeks and months that followed Kyra’s introduction to the true BDSM lifestyle and to Scott were both the most glorious and most challenging Kyra had ever experienced. At times, her fears overwhelmed her, and at other times, her memories did.

Scott had worked as hard as, or even harder than, Kyra during her training. He had to work harder than he had ever worked before to rid her of the anticipation of punishment she had come to expect from her previous Dominant, who, as far as Scott was concerned, had no clue what the lifestyle really entailed.

Through it all, Kyra had never outgrown her pleasure at the simple words, ‘Good girl’—words she had never heard used toward her in the past.

Scott had never stopped working to make sure she felt loved and safe, content and satisfied, with her life and with her submissiveness.


Scott was already experienced in the Dominant and submissive lifestyle when he first took her on as a submissive trainee, and until then, had never shared his authority with anyone. However, as she progressed in training, Kyra was given more responsibility for running the training facilities, as well as his home and property.

Kyra made a point of ensuring Scott would simply mention an idea, need, or a desire, and she would take it on as a goal of her very own, in service to him, always, but so much more—to fill her growing need to serve him. She loved doing things for her Sir, but also doing things for herself, something she had never been allowed to do prior to coming to Scott’s home.

After having shared their lives together as Dominant and submissive, one night, while Scott sat across from her at the dining table, sipping his burgundy, and staring lovingly at Kyra, a slightly uncomfortable silence ensued.

“Kyra,” Scott tentatively began. “What do you think about providing a training home for Masters and slaves? More than the few weeks of summer, when we have the regular BDSM camps and events scheduled. What do you think, my love?”

She looked across the table into his dark eyes. He seemed amused at the range of emotions that played across her face in the candlelight, at least, Kyra thought so. What should I answer? She did not speak for a few long minutes.

Finally, Kyra said, “Sir, I am afraid…”

He softly asked, “Tell me, Kyra, afraid of what?”

While Kyra struggled with her answer, he stood and walked around the table to stand next to her chair. He reached down to softly stroke her hair, from the part at the top of her head to the ends of the silky black strands that fell to her waist.

“Kyra,” he said, “you will answer me. What are you afraid of, my sweet one?”

Kyra simply shook her head but did not speak. She could not speak. A tear trickled down her cheek, twinkling in the candlelight. Scott turned away from her.

Scott filled two glasses with the rich, ruby red wine from his own vineyard and  walked through the dining room toward the living room, leaving Kyra to wonder all the more, Is he angry with me? What should I tell him?

Kyra sat, unsure of what to do, believing she had upset her protector, her trainer, her Sir.

From the other room, Scott yelled, “Kyra, come here! Leave the dishes and come sit on my lap.”

She knew how Scott felt about honesty, but Scott also knew she was struggling to put into words the fears she held inside concerning the idea about which he had asked.

Kyra settled comfortably into Scott’s lap, tossing her legs over the arm of the overstuffed chair. She smiled a half-smile while she looked into his eyes and then kissed his cheek. Kyra accepted the glass of wine from Scott with a quiet, “Thank you, Sir.”

She took a deep, slow breath, a sign that she was about to speak her mind, and Scott smiled, knowing his woman, with her sharp mind and sweet nature, would tell him exactly what she thought.

Kyra sipped her wine, not so much thoughtfully but to give herself more time. She had known her Sir was waiting, and that he was not very patient, at least not at the waiting part.

She started by saying, “Sir, I am afraid that one of the submissives will catch your eye and… and… well, that you won’t want me anymore.”

Scott spluttered and sprayed his wine onto the beige and rose Aubusson carpet. Kyra jumped, startled by his reaction, unsure and even more afraid. Scott wrapped his arms around her so tightly, kissing her and laughing out loud, nearly drowning out the music that softly played on the built-in stereo system in the corner armoire.


He’s laughing at me, she thought.

Suddenly, she giggled and then laughed out loud, too, burying her face in his chest. He’s never given me one single reason to feel afraid that he would not, did not—could not love me forever. She giggled, the sound muffled in the soft folds of Scott’s corduroy shirt, her arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders.

Scott softly stroked her back, holding her close.


Kyra and Scott cuddled that night for hours after he had fucked her hard and fast. His softening cock lay trapped inside the hot, smooth crack of her ass, lying together like the shining spoons in the silver chest, with his powerful arms wrapped tightly around his woman, his submissive.

Kyra knew she would rest well that night, dreaming of the new beginnings with this man. She lay wrapped safely in the curl of his arms, her legs stealing the warmth from his, and smiled,
acknowledging the safety she truly felt.

No, she thought while she drifted off to sleep, I should have known I have nothing to fear with Sir.

 

 
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