The Café Chateau

Welcome denizens of the Café to the Café Chateau. It is my hope that each of us that dwell in this particular corner of the internet can make a room, a room which may serve as a virtual and interactive ‘Story of O’ setting. The Chateau is as equipped as the user’s imagination can make it.

The stone chateau it fathomless from the outside. Gardens and woods and maze all surround the grounds. Stables with horses and leather and harness to fit any need. A barn, with a woodshed, and a hayloft awaits the user’s pleasure. A greenhouse is available, with endless possibilities.

The Chateau has many levels, the lowest dungeon, cold and dank. Rusty chains, collars, shackles, rags and rats live in this place of despair. There are cells unexplored, awaiting only the configuration of imagination. The goal is above the dungeon, and has all conceivable devices for torture, devices which require only description. In the level below the kitchen is the wine cellar, deep pantry other cellar rooms. The ground floor is as opulent and decadent as our imagination’s deserve. The Chateau has a European spa, with Jacuzzi, sauna, a Turkish bath, a pool, showers and an incredibly cold small dip pool. The cyber-residence is exquisitely equipped, the kitchen, dining room, library, den and punishment room.

This lower floor has two wings, with personal rooms for all. They are small, single bunks, and simple commode and shower, a small closet and a small sink and mirror. One wing is for submissives and the other for those curious, or seeking enlightenment, perhaps protection. Because these rooms are Spartan does not mean they are without power. When a guest configures a room, the guest’s imagination is limitless.

The upper floor has the dominant’s bedrooms, offices, and anything else imaginable to the dominant mind. We have an attic, with every mental connotation that an attic can bring, and up from the attics are a tower, an isolated English tower, and for me, a sandbag tower, to overlook the peace of the domain, with heavy weaponry to defend said peace.

The upper floor has the holodeck, just like in Star Trek, any scenario can be programmed, even time can be mastered and the past changed and the future altered, all as envisioned by our denizens.

The chateau has a wing which is owned by the people of the night, Vampires. Agreement lies between the creatures and the denizens, denizens who venture into the Vampire wing are willing and eager to become one of the night. Creatures will not assault denizens, not in the Vampire wing. DemonicAngel is the senior in the Vampire wing.

A personal note; Playing an friendships are encouraged in public, interruptions or insertions to playing should always be proceeded by a PM. Blood-work only in the holodeck or Vampire wing, please.

Another personal note; Rules are for chumps! This community, these folks we have come to know in this tiny corner of the internet called the Lit ‘BDSM Café Forum’ are the nicest bunch of folks around, and this is a thread for us, not the general users, nor the literary experts, just us’ens.

Yet another personal note; If you don’t like this thread, don’t play.

I hope this proves to be a creative, inclusive, positive and cathartic thread. All are welcome and your imagination is your strongest tool.

I intend to build my room, soon, and hope some of y’all beat me to the punch. I’m particularly interested in reading the configuration of our sub’s rooms.

Enjoy.

Interesting Idea

Hmmm Interesting Idea

Two questions.

Give any thought to doing a basic drawing - perhaps using one of the old gaming programs????

And if we have a Vampire wing - I will assume we have one for the various Sorcerers and furry folk. Or will the Wolfen have the woods??????

Or perhaps this is where one of the doors from the "Posession" thread leads????

Re: Interesting Idea

EKVITKAR said:

Hmmm Interesting Idea

Two questions.

Give any thought to doing a basic drawing - perhaps using one of the old gaming programs????

And if we have a Vampire wing - I will assume we have one for the various Sorcerers and furry folk. Or will the Wolfen have the woods??????

Or perhaps this is where one of the doors from the "Posession" thread leads????

Click to expand...

I would basically like it to be a literary excercise, with the user exploring their fantasies at their pace and level of comfort. In that regard, I think a drawing, or map, may be counterproductive, but the literary eqivalent, awesome.

I know nothing (much) of vampires, nor sorcerers, nor furry folk, nor wolfen. I suppose bondage lovin' hobbits might like to create their wing. All is allowed, have fun with it. Create your own domain. I would hope no one is neutralized in the chateau, who doesn't want to be neutralized, that is.

I don't know what a 'Posession' thread is.

The plans were made weeks ago. The stage is set, the players in the wings, awaiting the director's cue...the chance to be free.

He is out of town on business, finally! I load my car with everything I own....say goodbye to the house in which I have lived for the last two years, open the garage door and back out into the darkness. The drive is long, but it gives me time to think, time to reflect...

I round a curve and the chateau comes into view, backlit by the moon. It towers majestically atop the hill, commanding a view of the countryside that must be magnificent. My car follows the drive through the rock wall surrounding the chateau around back to the lower level garage where I am met by two men who welcome me in whispers. I am raced through the back corridors of the chateau, my cloak pulled tightly about my body, its hood covering my hair and face, until we reach the very small room that I will from now forward call home. This is my haven....my shelter in the storm from a life and a man that I never wanted.

Elena is greeted

"Welcome back to the Chateau, Elena. The men have told me your car contains all your possessions. They will be cared for, as you will be. You are free to leave, if you choose, but while you are here you will service any of the dominants of the Chateau. For now, I bid you to reflect on your room. Note the diary. You are to use the diary, in whatever way you choose, however you must give insight into your desires." Grunt studies the girl in delight, knowing that 'Elena's Room' will be very special.

"I have things to attend to now, familiarize yourself with your room. Soon you will have a Trainer escort you throught the chateau. You must be collared and leashed first. Until later ..."

arrival

This journey i thought was necessary so that i may discovery my inner desires and needs. Ive packed only a pillow, very little clothes and some personal items, enough to fit in a bookbag. With my items packed i drive to the Chateau where my new home and life begins.

I arrive at the chateau and i walk to the door but before i am able to knock a tall man opens to door pulls me in to a room which is completely dark. (i'm nervous yet excited i am already burning inside with anticipation) The man speaks

Kitten's is welcomed

Originally posted by shysexkitten ... With my items packed i drive to the Chateau where my new home and life begins.

Click to expand...

Grunt is alerted by the security system of another guest, and he throws open the door to find another friend, one whose own desires stimulated and challenged the grunt.

"Kitten!" He beams. "I was hoping you'd come. You had desires before to experience domiance, and you did well. You are well on the road to initiation, and I'm proud of you. Your pillow and other meager belongings will be brought to your or cared for, as you will be. Follow me into the sub's wing. There is a room for you." As grunt led Kitten through the main floor and then into the submissive's wing, he spoke, "You may leave whenever you like, but when you are here you will be available to any dominant who desires to use you. Before you leave your room you will require a training collar, and your own lease. A trainer will be along shortly to collar you and introduce you to the Chateau." They arrived. The door was exactly like every door in the hallway. The room dimension's where like all the rest.

"This is your room. Your every need will be attended to and your dreams will also be attended to, but if you would be more than a tool, something to use, something more than an orfice, you must note your diary. Your diary will be your tool, and we will study your tool, to look for hints to fullfill your deepest, or darkest, fantasies. Your diary, use it! My duties continue, I will attend to you soon. If not me, any Trainer that visits is your master until you are fully trained. When you are fully trained you will be the most free creature on earth. Until later ..."

For us Wolfen types, we basically need enough woods to run when the moon calls to us, a few deer to eat at those times, some fences to keep hunters away, and make sure to keep the subbies in on our "prowl nights"
The rest of the time, we'd want to be in the house same as everyone else....I would suggest a special room with showers & dressers for our clothes that opens to the outside so when we revert back to human form we can wash off the mud & blood before coming back in

I will detail some plans for my room, the wine room, and maybe the kitchen soon

Wolfen

James G 5 said:

For us Wolfen types ...

Click to expand...

You're welcome. Describe your wing and carry-on your fantasy. Seems like extreme blood sport should be allowed for Wolfen, but please don't feed on our horses. Deer is aplenty in the woods surrounding the Chateau. Feast not on fellow denizens. Enjoy!

Re: Wolfen

Poachers will be dealt with, harshly.

10/28/2003

Diary...

This new crop of trainees, they seem soft as does, unsure of the very ground they walk on. Things are liminal, new, there are hints of lives left behind.

Mundane and unsatisfying lives, it might seem. It's a story I've seen before, certainly, and it certainly takes courage to throw the contents of one's former self aside, throw a toothbrush into the trunk of the car, and come.

Come here.

Training is the most solid foundation one can stand on. That's what I was taught so long ago, and it's that training that bears me along whether I want to let it surface or not. Other lifetimes, that's something that trainee and trainer alike share, whether they know it or not.

What I am now is not what I was then, there's no question. Still, I find reflexive comfort in the keeping of the diary, almost as though you could still read its contents, dearest Syr. In some small way, I believe you see them, see me.

Why are you still with me, that I shun the cush life upstairs that is my due, more than my due, and stay close to my charges?

I can hear you telling me with a laugh, that low, Daddy chuckle, to get the hell upstairs with the rest of them, relax, enjoy, I've earned it. For you, Syr, anything, now more than ever. I'm not up to going upstairs yet, it's just not in me.... but I'm going to do my damndest with these new ones, do you proud.

I tuck a wayward strand of hair behind a delicate ear, push my glasses a little further up on my nose. The Diary is a ritual that has never left me, it's as natural to me as breathing that I chronicle everything. I sometimes resent that she has such hold over me, even now.

Detailed, , ordered. That's me. It wasn't always that way, but she always told me I was wonderfully impresisonable and a quick study.

I was an immature mess when I met her, an infant girl. She knew how to get straw into gold, or at least into something more solid. What's more, she taught me what she knew.

I reach for my leather gloves and my short trench, cinch the belt tight around a small, closely monitored waist, pull the gloves on one at a time. I smooth my hair and make my way down the hall, flat boots making very little noise to announce me ahead of time.

Netzach said:

I smooth my hair and make my way down the hall, flat boots making very little noise to announce me ahead of time.

Click to expand...

Grunt knows Netzach is moving around. It is that sense, that fuckin' sense, that fuckin' unwanted sense, that tells him. He will not let Netzach know that he is aware. Secrets kept deep are kept best. Netzach is initiated. Grunt need not worry about his precious babies.

Nervous energy compels movement, so I bustle about making the cell my own. Soft Egyptian cotton sheets are placed on the bed, along with feather comforter and pillows, beautifully framed prints are hung, rich rugs placed just so on the cold floor, a small overstuffed chair in the corner. My toiletries are arranged around the sink and the entire bathroom area is hidden behind a screen covered in the finest silk. The lone, high window is left uncovered to take advantage of what light it will offer.

The familiar appointments comfort me to some degree, but the doubts still haunt me.....

Diary,

Grunt, tell me what will happen when he comes for me. What will you do when he bangs on the door in the middle of the night, surrounded by his entourage, demanding I be turned over to him?

You know he is powerful and I have no wish to endanger others.

Perhaps we should have waited, allowed me more time to train before letting him take me. It wouldn't have changed anything, but it might have made me more able to fight what happened...

grunt visits Elena

All is well in the Chateau, yet grunt cannot relax. He ponders the new girls, each needing their training, each needing the next step toward their own perfection. Each with their own story, each need unique, intelligent minds, some at peace with the nature of their beast, some still confuzed by their beast and some in denial and lacking recognition of their own dark monsters. Grunt leaves the central area of the Chateau and walks past 'Her' library. 'Her' library contains knowledge, unlimited, and dangers, extreme.

His feet leave the carpet and as he enters the girls quarters his paces echo off of the stone walls.

He goes to Elena's room first. Elena, so empty, so full, so close to her goals, so close to understanding her destiny. The door is closed, as he left it, unlatched. Only a few of the girl's rooms had latches on the inside, but only cheap latches and grunt knew he could kick these doors open easily. Elena's room only had a latch on the outside. Grunt had watched her in his hidden camera, and knew she had made a journal entry, and he was eager to read yet he was more eager to see this girl. He opened the door, without knock, nor announcement, other than the echo of his boots in the hallway. Elena has heard and was ready, and she stood immediately, and with a brief glance at the grunt, assumed the classic standing position, feet spead, exactly below her shoulders. Her hands holding the opposite forearms, her shoulders back and her breast out, and proud. Her eyes she kept on the floor, not even daring to glance again at the grunt's boots, though they were within her field of view. Black boots, hard yet broken in, black leather trousers to his ankles.

Grunt observed the girl. Her brown hair, highlighted in auborn, hung loose about her shoulders.

"Your stance is good, but the next time I see you I expect your neck to be exposed, or your head will be shaved! You may braid or bun your hair, but at the very least, you will have a ponytail next time I see you. I will lead you through the Chateau shortly. I must decide on your training collar."

Grunt continued his observation, liking what he saw. The proud breasts, her shoulders back, her back arched forward. Her nipples erect and desirous of attention, the small patch of hair trimmed nicely to display the urethra, seemingly quivering at his glance. Yes, grunt was pleased, but he must remember his place.

He went to the diary and read, "Diary,

Grunt, tell me what will happen when he comes for me. What will you do when he bangs on the door in the middle of the night, surrounded by his entourage, demanding I be turned over to him?

You know he is powerful and I have no wish to endanger others.

Perhaps we should have waited, allowed me more time to train before letting him take me. It wouldn't have changed anything, but it might have made me more able to fight what happened... Hmmmm, she's scared of the Senator, huh? Can she really believe that I don't have enough information recorded on the Senator to ruin his career without my name even being mentioned. I know the Senator, exactly. The Senator is welcome to visit, but he'll play by my rules, and he will pay for any privledge. What must he have done to have this girl afraid of him?

"When you came here I told you that you would be taken care of, and I will. Don't worry about what you have no influence. I shall return soon with your training collar, and I will introduce you to the stables. They need cleaning ..."

Grunt grabs the scruff of Elena's hair and pulls her face to his and devours her mouth, her yielding tongue, so wanton, so ready. He breaks, and snorts, "Make an entry before I return!" And he departs, leaving the door unlatched.

An old friend

Originally posted by Caitlynne Moira took another deep breath and opened to door of the car, taking her luggage in hand and walking the distance to the slave's entrance.

Click to expand...

And as she goes down the hallway she is met by the grunt. "You're back. I don't know whether I'm glad or sad. What were the final couple months of your contract like? A vacation ending, or a job ending? I'll escort you to your old room ...

Moira, immediately dropped her eyes and answered Grunt, she knew better than to assume it had been a rhetorical question.

"The last month was an ending, and like all endings it was bittersweet Sir. As much as we pretend to be prepared, when the time comes, we never are. But I sincerely hope you will be pleased that I have returned."

She followed him to her old room and as they approached the door, Moira felt the first real stab of fear hit her. The room was probably exactly as she had left it, but she was returning a different person. She wondered what it would feel like to be reminded of who she had been then; if it would remind her of all she had experienced since and who she had become.

He opened the door and Moira stepped in, taking it all in. She quietly went to the cot and put her luggage on top of the bed, opened it and began to take each item out. Once done she turned to take a few items to the dresser and saw that he was still standing in the doorway.

She dropped her eyes again and said, "Was there something else Sir?"

My first Entry

Dear Diary,
Thousands of things float through my head half of which i cant understand. I long to be trained and to learn all that i have to. I've been taken to my room by da grunt and left to wonder what will happen next. My room is simple perfect for sub. The four white walls bare, nothing not even a mirror is hung. A small matress is on the floor in the corner and that seems to be all that lays within the room. I shall wait here until my trainer arrives. I am not sure what might happen but im sure it will be alot
~Shy~

Hunters?

James G 5 said:

For us Wolfen types, we basically need enough woods to run when the moon calls to us, a few deer to eat at those times, some fences to keep hunters away, and make sure to keep the subbies in on our "prowl nights"
The rest of the time, we'd want to be in the house same as everyone else....I would suggest a special room with showers & dressers for our clothes that opens to the outside so when we revert back to human form we can wash off the mud & blood before coming back in

I will detail some plans for my room, the wine room, and maybe the kitchen soon

Click to expand...

Hunters???

Keep them out???

Goodness no!

That would ruin the whole game, now wouldn't it??

TAG - You're lunch bitch!!!!

Hmmm What wine goes with hunter - perhaps a Kenwood '93 ???
(Or maybe a rustic table wine???)

Entre'

*With a contemplative look Ekvitkar gathers a few items into a large black shoulder bag. He pauses, adjusts his broad brimmed hat, and walks through a black oak door.
He has walked into a large stone walled and floored room. It is not dank by any means, but it has that feeling of weight that tells one that they are underground.
"Pop" A snap of the fingers, and cressets light on the walls.
Now it can be seen that the walls are lined with doors, each is plain oak, each is seperated from the next by about three feet.
He pauses*

"Hmmm. Call forwarding. Right."

* He reaches into the shoulder bag and produces what appears to be a large pumpkin. He stares into the carved eyes for a moment, then turns and gently bowls it back through the door. Toes the door shut and strides across the room, carefully walking around a circular design inscribed in the center of the stone floor.

Another door is opened into what appears to be a bed chamber of sorts. There is a plain but large desk against one wall with a large leather desk chair. Into this he drops the shoulder bag. Also he doffs his long coat and hat and hangs them on a convenient hook.
He turns then and surveys the room. The wall next to the desk is covered in bookshelves, in the opposite corner is a thin but wide pad covered with a pile of furs and pillows. The wall next to this bed has an assortment of rings set into the stone at various heights, and opposite that the wall has empty racks.
He nods to himself.*

"Good"

*He walks across the room and back out the door, but instead of the original room, he comes out in what appears to be the library of the Chateau. There are an assortment of tables and very comfortable chairs in the room. Some already occupied by residents. On the far wall from him there is a huge fireplace with a well tended evening fire.
He walks in, pauses for a moment, then goes to a leather upholstered barrel back chair and sits down. Reaches over to the table next to him and picks up the waiting glass.
Sips.
Good, single malt scotch.
Crosses his legs and picks up the book that was next to the glass, "I Claudius" and begins to read.*

...It's the kitten's room that I approach first with a quiet knock on the door, dampened by the leather of my glove. The door opens.

I cast a look around at the merest belongings, a smile breaks softly across my face. She has no comforts, no luxury, a sense of being unentitled to anything extra. It's sweet, really, touching in a sense. Ah, but there's acting like a slave and being a slave.

The lack of mirror is something I note, and I realize there is work to be done here.

"I'm a trainer here, and you are new as I understand it. New to the place and new to the life. But wanting to be here badly enough to have made it this far, this says a great deal."

I remove one glove from my hand, reach out and take a light hold of her lower jaw, turn her face a little to catch the light, scrutinize it, trying to read the girl. She gives little information away, but there's an excitement to the edge of fear in her gaze. To say I was unexcited by it, to say that there were no flickering curiosities as to whether she'd served a woman ever, or been with one, this would be a lie.

I drop my hand from her face and brush past, placing the plain leather collar with its small lock and attached plain lead on the mattress.

"This is a collar and lead for you during your training. It's very unsentimental. Put it on when you are ready. I don't care if it takes you a minute, a week, a year, or if you turn back and leave it on the mattress where I am placing it. Once you have it on then, I will know you are ready.

Good night, girl. Ah, your name, I didn't catch it?

I'm called many things, Master Mira one of them. Teacher, Syr, Professor, none of these will offend me. "

I listen to the name she speaks with a nod, and leave the room slowly, closing the door with a light click.

Re: Hunters?

EKVITKAR said:

Hunters???

Keep them out???

Goodness no!

That would ruin the whole game, now wouldn't it??

TAG - You're lunch bitch!!!!

Hmmm What wine goes with hunter - perhaps a Kenwood '93 ???
(Or maybe a rustic table wine???)

Click to expand...

A true hunter would call for something rich and full like a 94 Kenwood Jack London selection

Your more typical drunken bufoon who might stray across our walls, with his higher body fat and gaminess, would call for a rustic Rhone type, something to mitigate the greasiness

I take the main stairs two at a time, with powerful strides, up to the office, to look over the rosters, perhaps plan a schedule, and to lose myself in a bit of busy work, maybe in a glass of Kenwood '93. I can't shake this sense of someone knowing something, maybe more history than they are entitled to, maybe more, sensing something. And for all the heightening of my sense it's giving me the willies.

Uncork, sniff, pour, sip.

A moment of self-pitying reverie passes. I get to see them first. I get to see every side of them, as deep into them as any Master and even more of their reservation, fear, insecurity, their raw *them*

one of them you think, I'd want to keep to myself. You'd think one would be right for me.

Cleo looked at the group milling about in the Library. A motley crew, to be certain, but with diversity comes interest.

She wasn't really sure what compelled her to accept this invitation to come and reshelve the Library. Sure, it needed some work, but the offer seemed to come at a slow time where it was easy to schedule some free time. So, always up to a challenge... she accepted. A job in exchange for room and board in a place like this was akin to a vacation, and she could use that as well.

The one catch was a diary entry. If there was anything she despised, it was writing down her thoughts. But, it was a deal-breaker, so she relented and resigned herself to the fact that she'd have to write at least once every couple days.

Her room was beautifully appointed. The perfect blend of the medieval and the modern, with beautiful tapestries on the walls and a huge bed, piled high with pillows and heavy covers. Her bathroom held, of all things, a whirlpool tub with a separate shower, and the usual amenities - all very modern, she was happy to see. The colors were all in greys and blues, with a few accents of colors tossed in. Deep emerald green, royal purple, ruby and canary yellow along with rich cocoa and creams made it visually stunning and comfortable at the same time. The kitchen she had seen upon her entry was well-appointed also. NO problems getting a good meal, she hoped. She's just have to explore the rest of the Chateau and the grounds in her free time.

She just might find this particular job....interesting. She knew this was a retreat for the BDSM crowd, and was warned in advance that some of the activities here may get... out of hand, but she was a big girl, and wasn't afraid of things that went bump in the night - or ran in the night either. She would treat everyone equally with respect, and had little doubt that she'd have any trouble she couldn't handle - or the Library's own protective magic could't handle as well.

She checked out the newest member and hoped they all remembered not to crease the pages of the first editions...