Grace's Mistake
by mrhungry

Part Three - Master Darios

The Gathering in Chicago had been a good one. An annual get-together with a few close friends, Darios had enjoyed the company of the other Masters and Mistresses, and had equally enjoyed sharing Jenny with them. All had young beautiful slaves, so why did all eyes seem to turn to his Jenny?

He knew her age was one reason, and maybe her common good looks and fleshy curves were factors. But he also knew these were just surface characteristics, and that it was Jenny's attitude and obedience that attracted their attentions.

A mature slave, content to please her Master in every way, Jenny's graceful demeanor stood out as a guide to the younger slaves in attendance. Yes, those who were not blindfolded or hooded watched the older slave intently and seemed to try to emulate her discipline. This did not go unnoticed by Darios' friends, and although he was bursting with pride, he did not allow his precious slave to benefit from that feeling. She did though, he was sure of it. She knew her Master as well as he knew his slave.

The group had just finished an early brunch and had returned to their rooms when Darios received Ellie's text. So she wanted to play...he didn't mind leaving a little early to facilitate that. He simply called his pilot and instructed him to have the jet ready in an hour.

The sight of Ellie's car in the driveway was, therefore, expected as he pulled his customized van around to the newly installed side entrance to the stately mansion. Backing in, much like a truck to a loading dock, he hopped out when the van had entered the sheltering awning of the bay, to open the rear doors.

"Hey, sleepy-head," he said as he took a hold of his slumbering slave's foot and shook it. "We're home, wake up." Darios knew his slave had just endured three days of non-stop activities, most of which were quite strenuous. With Ellie here, he would allow her to get some more sleep in the confines of her cage.

Jenny sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Home? Already?"

"Yes, now get ready."

"Yes, Master, I'm ready." The naked woman crawled to the back of the van and waited while her Master climbed back into the drivers seat and backed the van the rest of the way to the door. When the engine had been turned off, she reached across to a slot below the door and began to pull out a short ramp. It resembled the ramp on the back end of a moving truck, except that this ramp had a slot running down the center of its length where a rail had been installed.

The ramp was heavy, but Jenny had gotten used to that weight and maneuvered it carefully so that the tabs at the end sank into their corresponding holes on the back end of the van.

Darios swiveled his seat and walked towards the rear of the van, grabbing his gear bag as he passed by.

"Out you go, slut," he said as he gave his slave a slap on her ass.

"Ow!" Jenny cried out as she held her chain and pulled it along the girl-rail imbedded in the floor of the van. She looked down as the ball at the end of the chain made the transition from the van to the ramp, and then glanced back at the man following her. "Thank you, Master."

"You're quite welcome, slut." Her gratitude for his abuse of her was one of the things that drew the most comments at the get-together. No matter the severity of her Master's attentions to her, she always remembered that those attentions were his gift to her, and she expressed her gratitude with genuine affection.

Watching his naked wench transition the rail from the ramp to the hallway rail, Darios crossed the ramp behind her. "Stop there, whore," he said as he dropped his gear bag on the floor. "Kneel."

Jenny dropped to her knees in the classic form, hands behind her back and knees spread.

"Would you like your hood on, whore?" Darios unzipped his duffel and searched through his gear.

Not looking up, the naked slave gave the response that never failed to arouse her; "If that would please you, Master." Nothing aroused her more that providing her Master with pleasure. She would do anything he asked, and her own pleasure was contingent on the pleasure of her Sir.

Darios looked down the hallway, and then pulled the hood out of the bag and set it down on the floor.

"It would please me a great deal to hood my slut." He wondered where Ellie was. Her car sat in the driveway, unoccupied, and she hadn't made an appearance in the hallway. Maybe she was waiting in the dungeon. In any event, he did not want her to be seen by Jenny.

Pulling a little plastic baggie out of his duffle, Darios extracted two pink foam earplugs and rolled them between his fingers. Seeing his hand move towards her, Jenny reached up to hold her hair back, and tipped her head slightly to make it easier for her Master to insert the plug. She tried to suppress her smile, but failed. Hooded and plugged! What was her Master planning?

With her ears plugged now, Jenny leaned forward slightly as Darios placed the opening of a black leather hood over the top of her head and began to pull it downward. She held her head as rigid as possible to allow the soft material to be pulled and stretched and positioned properly. She loved the tight confinement of this particular hood, and knew there were no openings for her eyes. There was an opening for her mouth, though, and when she felt a rubber ball pressed against her lips, she parted them to allow its entrance into her mouth. Without seeing it, she imagined it was a red ball gag. Her Master liked to use red gags with black hoods, and black gags with red hoods. She didn't know why, nor had she ever asked. It was just how He liked things.

Jenny felt the straps being pulled tightly so that the rubber ball rested behind her teeth, and then felt her Master's hands smoothing out the leather that hugged her head and the little tugs that indicated he was tightening the laces in the rear. Moments later, there was some tugging on the straps as the gag was buckled behind her head. Focusing on the gag, and how it held her mouth, she was a little dismayed when she realized it was one his smaller gags - a sleeping gag. Darios liked to stretch her jaws so wide she feared they would dislocate, but he would never put her to bed like that. The use of the smaller gag was an indication of what was now in store for her.

The truth was though, she was exhausted, and the short trip from the airport when she had been allowed to sleep had done little to revitalize her. She desperately needed to sleep, and was grateful that her Master understood this, too.

Satisfied that his whore's head was properly enclosed in the tight hood, Darios opened the door to the basement and held her by the arm, guiding her towards the steps. She could navigate the stairs blindfolded and cuffed, but there was no need to take any chances with her, and he reached across to guide her right hand to the railing.

A few muffled sounds could be heard from behind the gag; her thanks for the help. His hand went behind her to rest on the small of her naked back as she began her descent. The other hand was held a few inches in front of her in case she was to stumble. An injured slave would not be of much use to him.

The rail traversed the wall at the same level as the main floor until they had moved half way down the stairwell, and then it sloped downward until it reached the ceiling of the room below. At this point the ball holding the chain followed a rail bolted securely to the ceiling so that instead of having the chain hang from her collar to the floor, it hung from above.

When they entered the large room that served as his dungeon, Darios looked around for Ellie. The room was empty, and now he was beginning to get a little irritated. He did not enjoy games unless it was he who was initiating them. If she were trying to goad him into harsher treatment than usual, she would definitely not succeed. When he found her he would carefully access her demeanor, and if he sensed she was trying to manipulate him in any way...she would regret it! Not that he would be harder on her; quite the opposite in fact. He would most likely show her to the door.

Guiding Jenny along under the rail that ran east to west, they finally came to her small iron cage. His grip on the chain near her collar tightened and she was stopped there. Moving in front of his most prized possession, he pulled her into his arms and felt her arms come up and around him. The smell of leather filled his nostrils as he pressed against the side of her head with his own and then lowered his lips to kiss her neck and shoulders. This woman, his slave, felt wonderful in his arms, and he soaked in the radiance of her submissiveness to him.

Jenny snuggled into her Master and held him tightly as his hands caressed her naked back and ass. By his actions she knew where they were in the dungeon and awaited the downward pressure of his hands before she sank to her knees, and then down to all fours. Lifting her head expectantly, Darios moved close so that his groin pressed against the ball gag.

In an action that pleased them both, Jenny rubbed her head against his erection, showing her Master her desire for him. He had no doubts that, should he decide to remove the gag, she would engulf him with all sincerity.

Later, maybe.

Feeling Darios' knee pressing against her shoulder, Jenny backed up slowly until she felt the cool metal of the cage against the outside of her thigh. Adjusting her direction, she continued backing into the cage until she was fully on top of her thin mattress. The vibrations around her meant the chain had been passed through a slot in the front gate and it had been closed. She pressed her head upwards into the corner closest to where her Master would be standing and felt his hand on her hooded head. The tired slave waited for the hand to be withdrawn before she curled up on her mat and settled in.

Comforted by the routine of what they had just done, it didn't matter to Jenny that she had been deprived of her vision and hearing by the leather hood. By the routine, she knew where she was, and knew she was safe. She had no other concerns, and easily drifted off to sleep.

Heading up the stairs, two at a time, Darios went in search of his little lost subbie. Leaving the door to the dungeon propped open behind him, he turned and saw Ellie rounding the corner from the hallway leading to the foyer. He was about to ask her what she thought she was doing when he saw her hands come up in a stopping motion.

Okay, this was highly unusual. Not only that, but she was carrying her panties in her hand. What the fuck? She knew better than to bring panties when she came to the house as a submissive, and she knew what the punishment would be.

Seconds from voicing his displeasure, Darios noticed the look on the young sub's face.  It almost looked like she was frightened. Something was definitely going on in the house that he didn't know about.

"Sir," Ellie said in a hushed voice as she neared Darios, "I know what this must look like, but I swear these are not mine." She held the panties out towards the Dom and released them into his grip. "I've learned that lesson, Sir, I would never..."

"I can see they're not yours, L," Darios stated gruffly, cutting her off in mid-sentence. When he spoke to the woman as a submissive, he preferred to think of her name as just a single letter, and had instructed her to think of it that way, too.

"So, where did you get them?" Darios noticed a slight blush on Ellie's cheeks and saw that she looked down towards the floor. What was going on? "Out with it!" he demanded.

"They belong to Grace, Sir," her reply came, almost whispered.

"Explain." It was a simple, curt, command. "Look at me."

The beautiful young submissive looked up into Darios' eyes and relaxed a little bit. Gone was the fire she had seen a few moments earlier. His gaze had returned to its normal intense state of concentration as if he had flipped a switch and was ready now to process her news.

Still a little nervous to be under his scrutiny, Ellie related the events of the past twenty minutes. As she approached the end of her admissions it was clear by her Sir's body language that he had relaxed considerably. When she described how Grace had desperately fingered the link-lock in search of the key-hole he could no longer suppress his smile.

"It's good, isn't it, L?"

"Yes, Sir, it's very good." She returned his smile, feeling a sudden urge to give the Dom a hug, yearning to be closer to him, and to offer herself to him. It was not her place to do that, though, and she knew full well he would push her away for assuming she could do what she wished. Those thoughts only served to spark her arousal as she knew the man was firmly in control of her and her actions. He controlled her in a slightly different way than her own Master did, and it was this difference that drew her to Darios. His methods were more physical, and...painful. Now she had to concentrate to hold her arousal in check!

Darios' mind was busy imagining his chef; his slave's collar around her neck, locked to the girl-rail by the chain, standing in the center of his open foyer. How exposed! How very embarrassing for her! He had never thought of Grace in a sexual way, not that she wasn't attractive, because she certainly was, but because of the professional relationship they shared.

He knew, though, that their relationship had evolved past the purely professional years ago, and they had become quite close. She had seen him at his best, and at his worse. She knew things about him that very few people knew. He trusted her with his most prized possession, and she trusted him, as well.  And even though he was surprised by Ellie's revelations that day, in a way he was not surprised at all.

How he handled this would define their relationship in the future. Did he want a world-class chef, or another slave? Well...a slave that could cook. Hmmm.

Reaching out for Ellie, he pulled her against him and felt the crisply ironed fabric of her blouse. She felt wonderful, and he wanted to use her in the worse way, literally, more so when he felt the young woman return his hug. He was not going to waste this opportunity.

Kissing the top of her head, he said, "I just put Jenny to bed, so go down to my workroom and wait for me there. This will only take a few minutes."

"Yes, Sir," Ellie replied as Darios pulled away from her embrace and gave her a pat on the rear. She headed towards the basement stairs, wondering what he was going to do with Grace.

Darios headed down the hallway, wondering the same thing.