Luxury. That is the only way I can easily describe the life Nataschia and I were living. I actually had a wardrobe at this point. We were told by Sunshine that, if there was anything we wanted, all we had to do was call on a servant. I didn't know why she allowed Nat and I both to stay. She called me her pet, but Nat was just...there. Not that I wasn't happy to have my sister there. We laughed and played during the day, splashing in the pool, bathing in the sunlight. It was something we'd never had...never imagined. We ate like royalty. Sun made sure to tell me to eat plenty of fruits, vegetables and red meat to keep my energy up and my blood supply regenerated. I didn't mind, because the chef she had on staff was a magician in the kitchen. He had to be with as good as that food was. My mouth waters still thinking about the fillet Mignon, lobster, shrimp, lamb, pork ribs, etc.
After a late afternoon meal every day, I took a nap while Nat continued to explore the grounds. She told me all about them the next day. She loved riding Sun's horses and playing games with the stable boys. I think she even started falling for one of them by the way she lit up when talking of him. While her skin glowed from the sun exposure, mine started to lighten from being up through the night more than the day.
One night, while I was with Sunshine in her rooms, I noticed how light my skin had actually gone as I looked down to her hand on my arm. Where I used to be noticeably many shades darker, I was now a shade or two. I looked in the mirror on several occasions, admiring the new appearance. My lips seemed brighter, as did my eyes. I was beginning to like how I was gradually paling.
One day, Nat and I were lounging in the atrium, listening to classical music, which was making my head hurt by the way, and we leisurely spoke of our new lives. She admitted that she was starting to worry about me. She said that it wasn't healthy to be up all night and sleep most of the day, and that I was starting to look sickly pale. I tried over and again to assure her that I was fine, but she wouldn't listen. When she started crying, I got up and walked to my room.
I refused to let my sister tell me that all the good things that were happening to me were, in fact, bad. Finding myself sexually, feeling only happiness, having everything we could ever wish for. This was all good. There was nothing wrong in indulging, was there? Nataschia was just jealous that I was the one spending time alone with Sunshine, and not her. She did give me little gifts once in a while, after all. It was the attention Nataschia was upset about. At least that's what I kept telling myself.
I paced my room, getting more and more angry with Nataschia. I looked at the porcelain clock on my dresser and cursed aloud. I hadn't taken my afternoon nap. I wasn't sure if Sun would be angry with me for being tired or if she would understand. When no one came calling for me, I assumed she probably had heard about everything. She always seemed to know everything that went on. It was eerily exciting.
I often found myself breaking a small rule just to see if she would know. Every single time, she knew. After a time, I still broke the rules, learning that I loved her little punishments. These punishments ranged in severity and type, depending on the punishment. She was always was fair.
I sat down on my bed, getting lost in my fond memories of this new life. The first one that came to mind was the day I snuck into Sun's dungeon while she was dead for the day.
I looked around before opening the door. No one was around, so I thought I was in the clear. I closed the door quietly behind myself and my eyes went wide with shock and awe. Some of the items hanging from the walls were so evil-looking. Instead of scaring me, they intrigued me. I wanted to see them in use. I looked over the table with straps and ran a finger along it before climbing on and laying down. It was cold and hard, but it felt...good. I grabbed one of the leather straps and pulled with all my might, smiling when it didn't stretch or break. I had to hand it to her, Sun knew quality. I slipped off the table and walked over to the iron maiden, shuddering at the thought of what it was for. Definitely not for me.
I walked around the other side of the large room and saw a couple of whips. A slow grin played on my lips and I caught myself looking around, half-expecting to get caught. I slowly brought my hand up to slide it along the leather. A shiver passed over my body. Gasping at my own thoughts of pleasure mixed with pain, I slipped from the room with one final glance back and a blush over my skin.
Later that night, sitting in Sun's arms as she lazily stroked my skin, she admitted to me that she knew I'd gone to the dungeon and she asked me if I wanted to learn what was done there. Without hesitation, I smiled and turned to her, nodding emphatically. I caught my reaction and stopped, my skin flushing bright red.
She laughed and took me through a passage from her bedroom. She told me to pick the first toy. I blinked and looked at her curiously. At her smile, I knew what her intentions were. It was as if she had read my mind from my last time in this room. I walked over and grabbed the riding crop from the wall and slapped it in my hand, grinning wide and closing my eyes at the feel of the sting. I spun around with more courage than normal and handed the handle to Sun.
She motioned for me to get up on the table, on my hands and knees. She quickly strapped me down as I obeyed willingly. I bit my lip in anticipation as she slapped the leather in her hand a couple of times. I could feel her gaze trace over my body. Then suddenly, the slap against my ass made me cry out. As the pain subsided, the tingling remained and and brought a moan from my throat. She struck me again, this time across the backs of my thighs. She teased, slapping lightly a few times, then hard. I moaned my loudest at the strike that drew blood. She rubbed her hands over the welts, making me shiver.
After I dropped from exhausted bliss, she had me carried back to her room, where a servant cared for my wounds. That was the most invigorating night.
Pulling myself from my memories with a smile, I couldn't help but wonder what else I would discover here.
After a late afternoon meal every day, I took a nap while Nat continued to explore the grounds. She told me all about them the next day. She loved riding Sun's horses and playing games with the stable boys. I think she even started falling for one of them by the way she lit up when talking of him. While her skin glowed from the sun exposure, mine started to lighten from being up through the night more than the day.
One night, while I was with Sunshine in her rooms, I noticed how light my skin had actually gone as I looked down to her hand on my arm. Where I used to be noticeably many shades darker, I was now a shade or two. I looked in the mirror on several occasions, admiring the new appearance. My lips seemed brighter, as did my eyes. I was beginning to like how I was gradually paling.
One day, Nat and I were lounging in the atrium, listening to classical music, which was making my head hurt by the way, and we leisurely spoke of our new lives. She admitted that she was starting to worry about me. She said that it wasn't healthy to be up all night and sleep most of the day, and that I was starting to look sickly pale. I tried over and again to assure her that I was fine, but she wouldn't listen. When she started crying, I got up and walked to my room.
I refused to let my sister tell me that all the good things that were happening to me were, in fact, bad. Finding myself sexually, feeling only happiness, having everything we could ever wish for. This was all good. There was nothing wrong in indulging, was there? Nataschia was just jealous that I was the one spending time alone with Sunshine, and not her. She did give me little gifts once in a while, after all. It was the attention Nataschia was upset about. At least that's what I kept telling myself.
I paced my room, getting more and more angry with Nataschia. I looked at the porcelain clock on my dresser and cursed aloud. I hadn't taken my afternoon nap. I wasn't sure if Sun would be angry with me for being tired or if she would understand. When no one came calling for me, I assumed she probably had heard about everything. She always seemed to know everything that went on. It was eerily exciting.
I often found myself breaking a small rule just to see if she would know. Every single time, she knew. After a time, I still broke the rules, learning that I loved her little punishments. These punishments ranged in severity and type, depending on the punishment. She was always was fair.
I sat down on my bed, getting lost in my fond memories of this new life. The first one that came to mind was the day I snuck into Sun's dungeon while she was dead for the day.
I looked around before opening the door. No one was around, so I thought I was in the clear. I closed the door quietly behind myself and my eyes went wide with shock and awe. Some of the items hanging from the walls were so evil-looking. Instead of scaring me, they intrigued me. I wanted to see them in use. I looked over the table with straps and ran a finger along it before climbing on and laying down. It was cold and hard, but it felt...good. I grabbed one of the leather straps and pulled with all my might, smiling when it didn't stretch or break. I had to hand it to her, Sun knew quality. I slipped off the table and walked over to the iron maiden, shuddering at the thought of what it was for. Definitely not for me.
I walked around the other side of the large room and saw a couple of whips. A slow grin played on my lips and I caught myself looking around, half-expecting to get caught. I slowly brought my hand up to slide it along the leather. A shiver passed over my body. Gasping at my own thoughts of pleasure mixed with pain, I slipped from the room with one final glance back and a blush over my skin.
Later that night, sitting in Sun's arms as she lazily stroked my skin, she admitted to me that she knew I'd gone to the dungeon and she asked me if I wanted to learn what was done there. Without hesitation, I smiled and turned to her, nodding emphatically. I caught my reaction and stopped, my skin flushing bright red.
She laughed and took me through a passage from her bedroom. She told me to pick the first toy. I blinked and looked at her curiously. At her smile, I knew what her intentions were. It was as if she had read my mind from my last time in this room. I walked over and grabbed the riding crop from the wall and slapped it in my hand, grinning wide and closing my eyes at the feel of the sting. I spun around with more courage than normal and handed the handle to Sun.
She motioned for me to get up on the table, on my hands and knees. She quickly strapped me down as I obeyed willingly. I bit my lip in anticipation as she slapped the leather in her hand a couple of times. I could feel her gaze trace over my body. Then suddenly, the slap against my ass made me cry out. As the pain subsided, the tingling remained and and brought a moan from my throat. She struck me again, this time across the backs of my thighs. She teased, slapping lightly a few times, then hard. I moaned my loudest at the strike that drew blood. She rubbed her hands over the welts, making me shiver.
After I dropped from exhausted bliss, she had me carried back to her room, where a servant cared for my wounds. That was the most invigorating night.
Pulling myself from my memories with a smile, I couldn't help but wonder what else I would discover here.