Masquerade

-Chapter 4-

  "Who are you?" A feminine voice, silky and low in tone, it causes me to tense all over. I want to speak, tell her that this is all a big misunderstanding, but my brain is only focused on memorizing the sound of her voice.

  "Don't make me ask again" she says, getting impatient with my lack of response.  This causes a visceral reaction in me, I quickly get up on to my knees, my head bowed down, my eyes still turned towards her feet.

   "I-I'm sorry, I was trying t-to find my way back, a-and I tripped and fell, and I-I-" I can barely make the words out, I'm reduced to a bumbling-stuttering fool by simply her presence only.  I feel a finger gracefully trace my jawline and hook under my chin, tilting my head up. I gasp at the sudden touch; even though there's an overwhelming desire to look into the eyes of my captor, I keep my eyes casted down.

  "...I don't recognize you, are you new here?" She asks, her voice soothing like honey.

  "Yes" I answer.

  "I see... You know, outsiders aren't allow in here without my permission" My breathing quickens.

   "I-I'm sorry, it won't happen again! I-" she cuts me off.

   "Shh don't speak...hmm" she tilts my face from left to right. I keep my eyes from meeting her gaze.

   "You are...quite good looking" she compliments. I swear I'm surprised my heart hasn't stopped.

   "Look at me" she orders. But I suddenly don't have the strength to look up.

   "Look. At. Me." She demands, her voice getting more strict. It sends a shiver down my spine. I bring my eyes up to meet hers, and find the eyes of the woman from the portrait. I'm taken aback, she is a living breathing work of art. A goddess to be worshipped. Her dark brown hair was tied back, a black feathered robe was the only thing covering her ivory skin. The rope was floor length and slightly transparent, you could barely see the outline of her curves. Her lips were cherry red, so pump and full, oh how I want to know how they taste. I worked my eyes up, from her lips, to her cheekbones, to her sculpted nose, and to her eyes. Her long lashes fluttered around her emerald eyes. I could get lost in those eyes, they entrance me, pulling me in and not letting go. I noticed the slightly highlights of blue work within them. It's as if I'm looking at the entire world in her eyes. She clears her throat to stop my staring. My face turns crimson red from embarrassment. She smirks at my flustered complexion.

  "What's your name?" She asks.

  "My name? It's..." I trail on. Shit, I'm was supposed to think of a scene name before this! I curse at myself. She giggles. It's like heaven to my ears. Kill me now.

  "You must be new to the scene as well. Fascinating..." she moves her hand from my chin and I instantly miss the connection. She walks over to the bed and sits down, crossing her legs.

  "Come" she beckons. I stand up, my knees feeling weak, and walk over till I'm into front of her again.

  "Sit" she pats the place beside her on the bed. As I sit, I feel the plushness of the mattress beneath me. I turn to her.

  "May I ask what your real name is?" She asks kindly. I waver between my options, but I ultimately decide it's safe to tell. For some reason, I feel like I can trust her, even though we just met.

  "Aiden" She smiles at me. I get the shivers down my spine again.

  "It's nice to meet you Aiden, my name is Mistress Nicolette" she holds out a hand to me. But instead of doing the normal thing and shake it, my brain goes on autopilot. I gently hold her hand up to my lips and place a soft kiss on her knuckles. When I snap back to reality, I quickly realize what I've done and let go of her hand.

   "I-I'm so sorry! I d-don't know why I did that..." I might just curl up and die from embarrassment. She laughs at my misery.

  "It's alright, it seems like you're in a very submissive mindset right now" I nod in response.

  "Switch or full sub?" She asks.

  "W-what?" I respond.

   "You. Switch or sub?" She asks again.

  "Submissive" I reply, squirming in my seat.

  "I see, so you'll need a name that's as innocent and adorable as you" She said. My face is on fire, I don't think I can handle any more compliments from her or I might explode. She gets up and paces a little, thinking.

  "And you're naturally quite submissive and willing to serve...so how about... Kajira" she turns to me.

  "Kajira? Like in the John Norman Gor novels" I question.

  "My, aren't you a well-educated little one?" She teases. "Precisely, it's the name of the female slaves."

  "But aren't the male slaves called Kajiri?" I ask. She raises an eyebrow at my comment. I immediately regret it, realizing I've talked back at her. I lower my eyes to show sincerity for my actions. I hear the clack of her heels as she approaches me. She returns her hand to my face, spreading tingles across my skin. I lift my head up to her hovering above me.

  "Because little one, you're more of a bitch than a man~"