Grand Opening of the Penthouse 2.22.12

Vishous
[Pacing the gatehouse restlessly, diamond eyes scan the components I'd set up to monitor the mansion and grounds. Video surveillance, contact alarms, motion, heat and pressure sensors. All connected to the three IBM PCs that are lined up across the high polished surface of the antique mahogany desk I'd procured from the mansion. Access to every square inch of the property from the plush comfort of the high backed chair parked in front. The only exception being my Brothers private rooms. No fucking need to see what they do behind closed doors. Bending to tap my fingers against the keys, I have a split, four way view of the main floor on one monitor. Doggen surrying about, preparations for first meal fully underway as the mansion's occupants begin to stir. Glancing to the overflowing crystal ashtray and multitude of empty Stoli bottles with annoyance, I begin to gather the rubbish in an attempt to stave off the inevitable. The overpowering need to feed. To fuck. To take my perverse pleasure in the company of one of many willing females.] fuck... [Dumping the trash, I set the emptied ashtray on the counter of the galley kitchen and lean against the marble, fingers tapping out an erratic rhythm as my jaw sets tightly. Murhder's been mostly unseen since I'd moved in, choosing to spend his time in the mansion. Enjoying the massive feasts, the billiards room.. the training center. Yeah. I could do the same. Attempt to distract myself with mundane activity while between patrol rotation, but that's really not an option. Not anymore. It's been too long, I'd compartmentalized 'that' part of myself since the club blew. Not. fucking. Working.]

[With a snarl, I pick up the phone, curling my fingers around the handset as I punch in the digits of a particularly masochistic female. A smooth, whiskey toned voice answers within a ring.] "Hello?" [A quick ripple of anticipation hardens me instantly as a controlled command rolls out.] A car will pick you up in one hour. What do you say to me. [The quick intake of breath brings a twitch to my lips.] "Yes, my Lheage." [Dropping the receiver into the cradle, my mind and body sharp as razors.. more than fucking ready to begin the session that will end this dry spell. Quickly pulling on my jacket, shitkickers pound across the floor to jerk the door open and walk into the crisp night air. Inhaling a cleansing breath, I dematerialize in a whirlwind of molecules, taking form on the expansive balcony of my new penthouse. The glass sliders shimmering with the reflected lights of Caldwell, barring any view of the rooms within.]

[Willing the sliders open, long leather clad legs carry me forward to step into the midnight interior. The space, designed to be absent of distraction, illuminates as my mind brings to life a the wicks of a dozen black pillar candles. The light does nothing to brighten the room, merely drawing the eye to the rows of hooks and shelving. Instruments of my perversions hung at perfectly spaced intervals, ready to be plucked with sure hands and put to use with a flick of my wrist. The walls, ceiling and floor, all painted in the color of nothing. The furniture consisting of a king sized bed, draped in black silken sheets, and a table. Not for sitting around, enjoying the company of others. No. This table was built for a specific purpose. Thick, sturdy oak framing. Padded leather stretched taut over the top. Eyehooks and restraint points placed strategically for the attachment of clips, ropes and cuffs. A surface so many have lain against, bound, hooded and completely available to give me what I needed. Their complete submission, their bodies pinned down to withstand what I deliver. Their will mine to bend, their bodies mine to break. Blood and pain, sex and release. Endless possibilities for those who find their way to me, to my table.]

[Cocking a hip against the table, I pull a hand-rolled from behind my ear. Gold lighter fished from my pocket to spin and put fire to my smoke. Tucking it away, I inhale deeply. Sweet Turkish smoke billowing from between my lips as I tick off the minutes remaining before the doggen chauffeuring the female arrives to become my first fundamental gift to myself.]

[Falling into the dazed out, hazed out state of a blissful high.. I could almost imagine I've traveled forward, seeing myself from above.] #BBDB