A New Beginning Ch. 05

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Part 5 of the 7 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 07/13/2014
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Shysub412
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*******A big thank you to everyone who read and commented on the previous chapter.
This is the 5th chapter in Alannah’s journey with a new Dom and His female companion, it can be read as a stand alone, but will make far more sense if the previous chapters are read first.
A huge thank you to my editor. Alaska is a much warmer place since I found some firewood…..I just hope he doesn't ask me where his canes are….
This chapter contains bondage.***********


I woke the next morning feeling refreshed and energetic, my sleep had been dreamless and deep. I had a cats lick and a promise and threw on my leggings and Jets jersey for lack of anything else; I really did need some more clothes. I heard Silky knocking on my door, thankful she was going to guide me back to the kitchen. I followed her down the maze of corridors, looking forward to the guided tour later in the day, if only so I could find my way to the kitchen on my own!

Breakfast was a repeat of yesterdays, with a couple of subtle differences, the table was not so full now that MA knew my preferences and I managed to keep my tongue in check and my elbows off the table. I was joining in the conversation yet my mind kept drifting off to the prospect of heading back to my home, or rather my old home.

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“Alannah precious, do you want to go back to your place and pick up the rest of your gear? As much as I like you wandering round in just a jersey, you really do need more variety!” Once again it seemed as though he could see into my thoughts.

I paused, this was the moment, the time to commit myself fully to living here with Him and Silky. To close the door on my old life and start the tentative steps to a new happier future.
I realised with a jolt that I had answered my own concerns.

“Yes Master, I’m ready Sir.” I smiled and I meant it with all my heart, I was ready for the next chapter in my life to begin.

“Come on then little one, I drive you navigate. Ok?”

I suddenly remembered leaving my car outside his house the other evening, wondering if by chance someone had stolen it. I had taken to leaving the keys in it at one point but it seems even car thieves have standards!

“I took the liberty of moving your car to one of my garages.” He smirked, “easily done since the keys were still in the ignition!”

Ah it seems I still had that bad habit, looking sheepish I glanced up at Him. “Thank you Sir, I really must stop doing that, and I appreciate you driving Sir.” Apart from the fact His car was bound to be a damn sight nicer than mine, I knew that returning to the house that held the last links to Dietmar would invariably bring up emotions that probably wouldn’t be sensible to drive under the influence of.

“Ah but there was an ulterior motive to me offering to drive.” He chuckled, “I must admit I wasn’t looking forward to a trip in your car!”

“No Master, I never look forward to a trip in my car either Sir!”

“Come on then precious, lets get the day started, if we delay the guided tour much longer Silky will have my head on a plate.”

I grinned as we said our goodbyes to Silky and headed for the garage. I whistled slowly as the garage door opened; sat inside was a brand new reg plate Skoda Octavia VRS. I can almost hear you scoffing now...Skoda??? But trust me since they were bought by Audi they no longer use elastic bands. It was the most gorgeous azure blue colour and I knew the 1.8 turbo petrol engine was more than sufficient to beat most other family sized hatchbacks off the line and surprise the heck out of the majority of boy racers.

“I thought we would use Betsy today, as you can fit a fair amount in her boot, we could use the DB9 if you like, as long as you promise not to pack more than one bag!” He finished with a chuckle!

A DB9!!!…. again I found my mouth dropping open, now I had a tough decision did I vote for the luxury of the Aston or the practicality of the VRS. Normally I am the least practical person when it comes to cars, actually when it comes to most things, but something in the back of my mind was niggling away. Closing my eyes to try and pull the thought to the front, I blurted out “Betsy Sir, please.”
Shoes! That had been the thought, if I had gone for beauty over practicality I would only have been able to fill one bag with shoes, and I had enough pairs to float a battleship, there was no way I was going to leave any behind!

Walking behind Him as He wandered over to the passenger door I couldn’t help but look at His bum, His jeans fitting perfectly, a lovely taut touchable ass. I tilted my head just as He opened the passenger door for me. He didn’t say a word as a blush spread across my cheeks, but from the look in His eye I knew I had been caught in the act!

“Jump in my little insatiable one, let’s get this show on the road!”

Grinning to myself I hopped in, the cold leather of the seat permeating through my thin leggings; oh good, something to cool me down I thought. I couldn’t look at Master without feeling the tell tale signs of arousal and longing streak through my very being.

The journey was short and uneventful, the satnav programmed and the radio station in the background playing songs from the 70’s and 80’s. Now normally I would have been singing along full pelt, with the windows up so I didn’t scare the local wildlife, but today I was silent. I was confused. Here I was sitting next to the handsome MA, my new Master and my body was aroused to the point of distraction, yet I wasn’t distracted enough take away the knowledge that in the next hour I would be walking away from a house that had been home for many years. A happy home filled with love and desire and the sound of a crop hitting flesh. I smiled to myself, guess the arousal was more integrated with the confusion than I thought.

“Here we are precious.” His words bringing my head up and glancing out the window.

Yep here we were, now all I had to do was calmly get out the car, walk up the path and decide which bits of my past I wanted to take to my future.

“This is your house isn’t it little one?”

I failed at the first hurdle; the getting out the car part suddenly seemed like an impossible task, let alone doing it calmly.

“Yes Master, it is.” My voice sounded like it was coming from far away, like a distant echo.

“Would you like Me to come in with you, or is it something you need to do alone. I am happy with whatever choice you make.” He hesitated at this point, “ I wasn’t going to tell you till afterwards, but I have arranged for everything you leave today to be placed in storage, and I have paid the rent on the property for the next 3 months.”

“Master?” One word loaded with all the questions going through my mind, a look of sadness flitted across my face.

“Shit, sorry little one, I put that badly didn’t I?” Smacking the front of His head with His hand as if to chastise himself, a wry smile on His lips. “I wanted you to have the knowledge that if at any point in the next 3 months you want to leave, you have an out, a familiar place to go. I sincerely hope you don’t feel the need to escape from us, but I didn’t want you to feel trapped with nowhere to run to. I also don’t want you to worry about leaving the stuff you don't need to bring, being left in an uninhabited house.”

His words calming my fears instantly, He hadn’t said it because He didn’t think I would fit it to His home. He had been thinking of me.
I had never moved in with anyone before. Dietmar had moved in with me, so I always had the knowledge that if everything went wrong I would always have a roof over my head. The hardest part of the decision to present myself at His door the other night had been leaving my home. Now I had 3 months to decide if this relationship would stand the tests of time. I felt the tension leave my body, giving me the courage and confidence to raise my head and look into His eyes.

“Thank you Master, that means a great deal to me, and I would prefer to pack my gear on my own.” Confident as I felt, I was still aware this task was not going to be easy.
I reached to pull the door handle and pushed the door open, swinging my legs out I gently placed them on the ground; they felt like I had just stolen them from Bambi! Slow, steady, deliberate movements saw me walking up the path to my front door, taking a long deep breath I slotted the key in the lock and entered what had been my home in the UK for the past 10 years. I had only been gone 2 days, yet it seemed a lifetime ago.

I knew what I wanted to take with me, and quickly threw half my wardrobe into a suitcase and all my shoes into two large bags! I filled a couple of boxes with miscellaneous junk and choose which books I wanted to take. I paused as I got to the bedside cabinet at the side of our bed, the top drawer seemed to call to me, almost daring me to open it. I am and always have been a sucker for a bet. I moved to place my hand on the handle and wrenched it open before I had a chance to change my mind. My hand shaking as I delved into the open drawer and felt the frame beneath my fingers, lifting it out I turned it over and found myself staring into the dark brown eyes of my dead Master. The tears started flowing, my legs gave way without warning and I slumped to the ground. I sat there staring at the photo unaware of time passing.

“Hey little one, hush baby” His words barely audible and His touch so soft as He sat down next to me. His hand resting gently on my arm in an attempt to stop the tremors that seemed to have taken hold of my entire body.

I couldn’t speak, nor could I take my eyes from the picture. It was like I could see the whole of that day as clear as watching a movie at the pictures. We had been on holiday in America and on our last day we had gone to one of the large Disney water parks and reverted to our childhood. I must have smiled as I remembered how silly and daft we had been, going on all the slides, floating round the lazy river on oversized rubber rings and generally splashing about like 5 year olds.

“That’s better precious, all too often we forget the good times, focus on those sweetheart. I am positive Dietmar would rather you think of Him and smile as opposed to cry.”

I nodded still not trusting myself to speak, but His words made sense. Dietmar would be the last person in the world who would want to make me cry, well not in sadness anyway! Our lives had been filled with laughter and fun, I owed it to Him to try and move on. I took a last look at the photograph and placed it with care in my case. I knew it would be a while before I was ready to put it out on display, but there was no way I could leave it behind.

MA stood and held out his hand to me, I clasped it in mine, the warmth flooding through my body. As I stood His arms held me steady, His lips brushed my forehead a simple gesture, but one that meant more to me than any words could have. I pulled away from the caress suddenly eager to get home. The word home was not lost on me, a small smile played on my lips as I looked him directly in His gorgeous grey eyes.

“Take me home please Sir.”

The word was not lost on Him either as he picked up my belongings, smiling the biggest smile and retook my hand leading me out the door and into the brightness of the fresh day outside.
I stopped halfway down the drive and looked back towards the garage. Today was not the right time but there was one last thing I needed to take with me.

“Sir, Would it be possible for you to bring me back tomorrow please? There is something else I need but it won't fit in your car Sir.”

“Yes sure precious, you going to enlighten me or keep me in suspense?” His words curious as he waggled His eyebrows comically at me.

“I will give you a clue Sir.” I managed to mumble through my laughter as I turned and ran back to the front door.

I quickly ran up the stairs to the cupboard that held the clue that would no doubt give the game away. Grabbing the suit-carrier and blue bag that lived in there I made my way back down to where Master was still stood in the middle of the path. His eyes lit up as He immediately recognised what was in my hands.

“Well well little one, you are full of surprises! Tomorrow it is precious and I may even get my own back! Now lets get the car loaded and get back to Silky, patience isn't one of her strong point either.”

Silky was waiting for us as we pulled up outside the house, Master jumped out retrieving my belongings from the boot and placing them inside the vestibule. I was still smiling as Silky gathered me into a huge snuggle, the pair of us jumping up and down with excitement.

“Silky I think now may be a good time to give Alannah the guided tour, you can start by helping her with her cases to her bedroom and start from there. I will meet you in the kitchen in half an hour and take over the tour from there.”

I caught the wink He gave her but was too caught up in my happiness to wonder what it meant.

“Come on then pet, let’s get started.” Her words few but filled with impatient exuberance.

“Lead on Silky.” I laughed, following her along the hall and up the stairs, dragging my case behind me wondering just why I had thought it necessary to bring all my shoes with me.

The way Silky moved betrayed her feelings, she was transparent in her excitement, every step she took, every word she spoke, her joy oozed from every pore. She obviously loved this house and the pride shone through as we flitted from room to room.
I was still convinced that I would need a map, or a trail of breadcrumbs but I couldn't help but be caught up in her enthusiasm.
I must admit thought that many of her detailed descriptions of the rooms didn't permeate my brain, I was too consumed by committing the routes to memory.

“And this is Master’s bedroom.”

This snapped me from my map making, as I looked round the room, that Silky had been so eager to spend the evening in last night.
The room itself was very masculine with cream walls with the fire breast wall painted in a deep rich red. There was a noticeable absence of pictures or knick knacks around. A single bedside lamp sat on a cabinet beside a metal frame bed with scroll work head and foot boards. I took a last look round the room sensing Silky’s eagerness to move on with the tour. An image of being tied spread eagled and helpless to the corners of the bed passed quickly through my mind and I shook my head to clear the thought.

“Right then, next is my bedroom.” Silky smiled, “Howay pet lets go!”

I followed her footsteps down the landing till we reached yet another door, she swung it open with gusto and stood aside. I looked round the room in awe, it was as far from Masters bedroom as Pluto from the sun! The best way to describe it was pink and fluffy with enough trinkets to open a gift shop.

“So what do you think?” Her words unsure, her voice hesitant as if seeking my approval.

Now pink and fluffy is so not my thing, but it was pretty and tastefully done, well as tasteful as anyone can make feather boas and strings of beads look.

“Its breathtaking Silky and so very you, I think its perfect.” I wasn’t lying, it really was. “I hope I get to spend some time in here with you.”

“Oh I hope so too.” she beamed at me. “Well we have just enough time left to see the garden then we must meet Master so He can show you the basement.”

The basement! In mine and Dietmar’s home the basement had been converted into the playroom, a mini dungeon if you like. The cheeky grin that accompanied Silky’s words confirmed my suspicions. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up one by one and tiny shivers danced down my spine.

“Come on! Stop daydreaming or we will be late.”

“I’m sorry Silky I was just….”

“I know what you were just...and I don't blame you but we really shouldn't be late not when the next port of call is the playroom!”

Laughing we wandered quickly along yet another corridor that led to a set of stairs, a few twists and turns later we entered a room with a set of double patio doors that led out into a large garden.

“That building over there is the gym, I usually go every morning before breakfast, so once you have settled in and our routine goes back to normal, you can join me if you want.”

“Oh yes please Silky, that would be great.” I had been meaning to ask about an exercise routine. I was used to training daily and had missed the satisfaction of a good workout the past two days. I corrected myself quickly a good non-sexual workout that was.

The garden itself was magnificent, conifers lined the entire area affording a private open space. The lawn was lush and green with stunning borders filled with cottage garden style planting. Silky drew my attention to a kitchen garden that was filled with different varieties of vegetables and herbs.

“Master looks after the lawned areas and I tend to the flowers, I found I had green fingers and a talent for growing our dinner.” She was laughing as she said this, but it was obvious she was proud of herself.

“Its just beautiful Silky, you are very clever, I can kill a cactus so I envy you your talent.”

She blushed and carried on with the running commentary, pointing out a summer house, a large BBQ and decked area. I caught sight of two stainless steel dog bowls set out on the decking. I had always had dogs as a child growing up on a farm, when I left home I no longer had the time to commit to the care a dog required but working with them had made up for not being able to have one as a pet. I was pretty sure Master didn’t have a pet dog, as I had seen no sign that a canine lived in the house.


“Are you two finished yet?” Came the deep rich tones of Master hailing from the patio doors.

“Yes Master, we were just on our way back to meet you Sir.” Silky replied. I forgot about the mystery of the out of place dog bowls, thoughts of the playroom flooding my mind.


The three of us walked back to the kitchen. I was pretty sure I could now find my way from the garden to the kitchen if nowhere else. I loved the Kitchen the most out of all the rooms in the house, It was warm, cosy and a place for family to gather.

“Right then, Silky a light lunch today if you please. I’m going to finish the tour with the basement so we should be back in about ½ hour.”

“Yes Master, I will have lunch ready for us by then.” she was already bustling round opening cupboards and arranging plates on the countertop.

“Follow me then little one, I think you will like the next room a lot!” The mischievous smile was matched by the twinkling in his eyes.

He led me over to a door that was just off the kitchen, and swung it open with a flourish, pulling a cord and the bare stone steps down were immersed in light.The walls were made from brick and made everything look stark and barren.

“You first little one.” A hint of humour laced the stern command.

I carefully held the banister rail as I walked down the stairs, my eyes almost popping out their sockets as I scanned the room before me. The floor was made from the same grey stone that made up the staircase, although there was a pile of cushions, beanbags and kneeling mats stacked in the corner nearest the entrance. Chains and U shaped securing points were evident in strategic places all around. It was a huge space that must have stretched under the whole of the house.

There was so much equipment, I was sure He had just ordered everything in a do it yourself dungeon catalogue. A wooden St Andrews cross dominated one corner, various benches and stocks were dotted around the expanse. Large wooden cupboards that were no doubt filled with unseen goodies loomed large in the background; racks on the walls held crops, paddles, whips, floggers and canes of various lengths and widths.
A tall cage sat next to a smaller cage in another corner, with a bondage chair and medical table looking very much at home next to them. A wooden pony sat in pride of place in the centre of the room facing an oversized clock that hung on the wall. It had a bright white face and black minute and hour hands with a vivid red second hand. The tick tock echoed through the room. It was placed so it could be seen from every piece of equipment in the dungeon.

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