This story has been changed from what it was originally, the first story was based on the way in which i was collared by One i trusted, who later it did find out was more like the Master in this story then intended. Originally this Master was kind and very truthful, but that truth was destroyed by Him and another whom i sure loved being the one to hurt me that bad, for she knew it would and it did. i hope she is very happy now, knowing my pain. This story, to me, is still based upon that Master, only totally now. Enjoy.

The cold wind whistled through the dark woodland forest, strangely bringing a peace to the young shivering woman, who had taken refuge there from her fears. Her long dark brown hair, blew across her face, even after pushing it aside, losing the battle with the wind. Her pale naked body shivered as the wind danced acrossed it and caressed it. She huddled beneath a berry bush, her legs pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped securely around them, hands grasped by the cuffed wrists. The wide silver cuffs clung to her wrists, a bit of chain still hanging from each, the healing marks across her back, proof of from whence she came. The darkness hid the source of the cracking branches, and she jumped as it approached. Her dark brown eyes searched the bitter darkness, trying to find the source of the footsteps, lowering her head down to try and make herself smaller and escape the gaze of whatever approached. Putting her head down on her knees, she waited silently, the wind circling around her, pressing the thorns of the bush into her tender skin and scratching it, as she tried to hold back her painful moans. As the cold breeze suddenly shifted and almost pushed her head upward, a large hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her up from her hiding place. She started to scream but the other hand covered her mouth, as her head turned to look into the blue eyes staring at her, the man standing before her shaking His head, his long dark hair stirring about His face, and nodding to the side as He pulled her around a tree and pressed His body against the back of her, forcing her against the tree, almost as if to protect her. The footsteps neared as the man behind her rested His chin on her shoulder and stood very still. Her heart beating a bit faster, the woman closed her eyes and waited for the footsteps to fade in the distance. When the wind was the only sound heard, the woman tried to lift her head, but found the man had not moved. She turned her head to look back at Him, His strong arms holding her body tight against the rough bark. As her head turned, her soft brown hair swirling in the wind, her eyes met....only darkness. As soon as her head turned, her body fell away from the tree and she was released from the feeling of being held by the grip of a now ethereal being that had held her.

Turning quickly, the woman's eyes searched the darkness for any sign of the man, but found none. Confused, she shivered, knowing what she saw was as real as the tree she was pressed against. She remembered His strong hard body, His moustache and goatee, how they rubbed roughly against her bare shoulder, His strong hands as they gripped her and held her mouth closed. No, that definitely was real, not her imagination. Looking back towards where the footsteps had disappeared, she searched fearfully for a place of safety. A light suddenly pierced the blackness. As she looked up atop the hill, she noticed a small log building that previously she hadnt seen. In the window, a light flickered through the night, like a beacon beckoning her to it. She took one more quick glance around to make sure she hadn't missed seeing the man, shook her head softly still unable to believe He wasnt real, and ran towards the refuge.

As she approached the rustic log building, the light flickered. The woman looked through the window at the oil lamp which stood like a guardian in the window. She reached up to peek into the window and decided against it, moving to the door and raising her hand, knocking on it, hearing the noise echo in the room. Standing, shivering as the cool night breeze blew over her, she ran her hand up over her arms, covering her naked body best she could, lifting her hand and knocking again. The force of the knock, pushed the door open, and she leaned forward and peeked inside. As her eyes adjusted to the light in the room, she glanced around and saw the fireplace, the flames dancing high within the brick confines. Looking around the rooms, the shadows lept along the walls, as though specral couples caught in a frenzy of passionate desires. Slowly she stepped into the warmth, looking around quickly, ensuring that no other was there, before closing the door and rushing over to kneel before the fire, allowing the warmth to absorb into her body and shivering as it started to warm her. Looking up at the oak mantel, she noticed a beautiful painting hanging over it. Standing, she lifted her hand to touch it, seeing initials hidden in the corner. The painting seemed medieval and enchanted the young woman, as she studied every detail, the colors seeming to leap out at her.

"Tis one of my own", a deep voice came from behind her. Surprised, she quickly turned and stood face to face with the man who had protected her in the woods. Looking at the chair in front of the fireplace, she noticed a blanket, and quickly reached down and pulled it around her, stepping back. "I will not harm you, no need for fear", He continued, looking up at the painting. "Tis of my heritage, the people i have known. It was my first and last attempt."

Turning her head towards the man, a curious look upon her face. "But why would anyone destroy something as beautiful as this? Shaking her head she turned back to the painting, watching the faces, which seemed to shift and change as she watched. The trees in the painting seeming to wave with a harsh wind, the water rocking the boat which sat in the middle of it. As the woman watched and listened to the mans story unfold, she could see the tale being "acted" out in the painting. When His words faded, the woman seemed to know much more about the man who stood beside her and she looked up at Him. "Master, how was it You were able to vanish from behind me earlier, and yet i was still able to feel Your presence so strong. This confuses me."

Shaking His head, and looking around the room, the Man turned and walked towards a small kitchen, in the adjoining room. "Magic? Tis something i was taught as a child. Magic is only of the mind, what i have learned is of the soul and encompasses ones whole self. Magic is just trickery of the mind, nothing more, a deceipt of sorts. Do You thirst for anything?" The man held up a mug and motioned her to a chair, as He walked to the shelf and got down another mug.

Glancing up at the picture one last time, seeing no movement, she turned and walked into the other room, and sat on the cold chair. "i do thirst, Master, but may i repay You for Your protection earlier, Master, by getting You a drink?", tipping her head slightly to the side and casting her eyes down.

Shaking His head, the man spoke of His being the Host and how she should relax and enjoy it. The woman nodded, pulling the blanket up over her shoulders, she saw the cuffs and tried to cover them under the blanket. Without looking back from the counter, the Man shook His head.

"I have already known about your plight, no need to keep anything from me. I have no desire to learn of your past, it is of no concern to me. However, if it does bother you, I will listen as you speak if you wish." Pouring a warm cup of coffee into the mug, the Man set it before the young woman who took it willingly.

"i do not wish to take up Your time with things You know already, Master. i am luna, and i was a slave in another colony far from here. My Master was cruel and did not believe me to be worthy of anything, i have no idea why. His cruelty became unbearable, even for one such as myself, and i felt i had to escape Him or.." The woman lowered her head and stopped in midsentence, her eyes looking towards the wooden floor as if searching for an escape to the past which brought her to this place. "He told me i was to be given to another who was known as the Death Demon Master, One who was far worse than my Master. i feared for my life and felt i had to leave, Master." Kneeling quickly at the Man's feet and wrapping her arms around His legs, she pleaded with Him, "please, Master, i do beg of You, please do not tell A/anyone, please. i do not wish death, Master, i do not wish freedom however, either. i am caught in between, the man who was searching for me is a warrior under the realm of my ex-Master." Reaching up and touching the collar which still was upon her neck, she stopped briefly, then whispered softly and lowered her head further, "my Master. Please, Master, i no longer wish to be under His rule, and the only way past it is for another to take me as Theirs. i do not believe i shall survive being under the Death Demon Master." Looking up, her dark eyes boring into His, as she pled for mercy.

The Man looked down, curiously at the pale smooth skin of the woman who knelt before Him, an almost questioning look on His face. "Ah yes, i have heard of Him, His deeds are well known throughout the lands. Why do you seek me as a Master? There are many Others, Whom i am sure are better fitted for this position. Has been years since i have done such, and i am not sure it is I Whom you should be speaking to, and besides, i do not even know your name."

"i am called luna, as i do enjoy the moonlight and i was told by my Master that my skin is pale like the full moon, and my moods are mysterious and unpredictible. i no longer remember my real name, as i have been luna for so long. Please Master, Your kindness in protecting one whom You did not know, and Your kindness now, show You to be a man of honor, one who would be compassionate, as well as strong. From the short time i have known You, i have learned a lot."

A laugh arose deep from within the Man, who shook His head and looked down at the woman, "yes i do suppose i am such, but ive never had a slave. Have been too busy, but what makes you think i would want one such as you to serve me?" Stepping back and taking a drink, still watching the woman, and thinking. "Tis true, you are young, and not too bad on the eyes, but how am i to know i am not stealing an errant slave, who is just trying to escape punishment for a wrongdoing."

Releasing His legs as He stepped back, luna, thought for a minute, "Master, i have no way to prove what You say is not true, but i can say that i have never lied to A/any. It is not an honorable thing, and as a slave, i have learned that honor and trust are two of the greatest gifts one can give and receive. Therefore in order to received trust and honor, one must give such. i have never before done such as i have this night, but my life has never been in danger either, Master. Please forgive me, i shall leave if that is as You wish, as i do not wish to burden another with my problems. i do thank You, Master, for the talk and the warm drink, it has helped prepare me for my further search for a Master." Climbing from the chair, luna walked around the end of the bar, kneeling briefly at the Man's feet, and lowering her head, before rising and washing and drying her glass, then wiping the table near where she sat. Turning to the Man, she lowered her eyes again, "Master, if You are finished, i would be honored to wash and dry Your glass." The Man looked over at luna, a grin taking over His face, as He finished His drink and handed the glass to her, "what do you know of working as a slave in an inn?"

Looking up, a soft smile spread across luna's red lips. "Master, i know much about servicing in an inn, as tis one of the establisments my Master..." shaking her head at the words "as He ran. i know tis not my place to ask, but i do wish to be released from His rule, Master." Reaching up and touching the collar again, the chains dangling about her wrists as she reached over and took the glass, washing it and drying it. "Is there anything else which i may do for You, Master?"

The Man nodded, "Yes, come here," motioning with His left hand to a small stool, "be seated, I'll return shortly." The Man walked into a small closet and returned with a cutting tool and a black piece of leather, upon which a medallion glowed with a silver color. "Raise Your head, luna." The Mans deep voice seemed to surround and overtake her, controlling her in a new, different way then she had ever known. Raising her head she looked up into His eyes as He put His fingers into the collar, and the tool between. With a quick snap, the collar fell free from her neck and she sighed. "There you are free, however, are you certain you are ready for another?" The Man stared at her, a black leather collar around His hands, a silver color eminating from it like a beam of light in the night.

Nodding, luna touched her bare neck. "Yes Master, i have not been more sure of anything. It is as if the Gods have destined it, i do not understand why, but i do know i am not to be anything but a slave, for i so enjoy it. Yes, Master, i am sure."

The Man placed the leather around luna's neck, the medallion bright with the name of the man who should will serve. The collar seemed to fit her perfectly, no adjustment needed, amazingly. The woman tipped her head back, and reached up to carress the leather now covering the bareness, bringing immediate warmth to her skin. Luna's slender fingers reached up to touch the medallion, feeling a tingling within as her fingertips touched and carressed the smoothness, noticing letters upon the face of the collar. "Master, i do not know of Your name?"

"Death Demon Master." A laugh escaped the Mans lips as if thrown from the depths of hell, as luna froze and stared up at her new Master.

The Dungeon
To be taken to painful pleasure *under construction still*

The Chapel
To be transported to the Heavens

alataia's Celtic Haven
Gods, Goddesses, and Ways

Celtic Pleasures
Drinks, Food, Pleasures