Butterfly
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Up the steps and in through the heavy cast iron gates. The cobblestone pathway leads through manicured gardens. “This was once home to the Russian ambassador, Gennadi Nikolov, who was known to keep slaves and throw extravagant parties with exotic pets on display” Daddy G offers me his arm. I wrap both hands around it to steady my nerves . The comfort of his strength calms the butterflies. “but, is now owned by a French billionaire, with a particular bend. He is not a practising Dominant but, enjoys the company of kinky folk and has been known to enjoy cleaning the tiles in lace panties, with a toothbrush” Daddy G lends me a wink and his perfect libran grin. His grin has never failed to lift a smile out of me.
Ice broken, and feeling secure against his arm. I dare take in my surroundings.
It’s tastefully decorated in pale blues and whites, which accentuates the feeling of it being a large ancient old villa.
My collarbone and shoulders bare, in an emerald green cape dress with white kitten heels. A white trim border wraps around the lower part of the dress just above my knees. The cape attached to the back, catches the breeze as I walk, making me feel like supergirl. Matched with white headband that wraps around my hair, keeping it tidy.
My Daddy G is in a cashmere Pierre Cardin suit. Partnered appropriately to his Vacheron, Tour de l’ile watch. His dress, alluding to the high flying lifestyle once upon a time. He left his job to be with his Jo. He is still very well off but, his positioning back then, was to one day own the company. His boss and founder of the company, Jack Marks, was devastated that Daddy G wasn’t going to follow in his legacy. He had always seen him as his own son.
The nerves are alight buzzing in my bloodstream. Daddy G wraps his arm around my shoulders. “I will protect you butterfly. You are safe. I will not let anything happen to you that you don’t want” La Boheme - O soave fanciulla filters out gently. Hand to the small of my back. The familiar Opera creates a surreal atmosphere.
Puccini has been a great love of mine. My mother took me to the Opera when I learned to sing. I enjoyed a rich culture of music and voice growing up. She always said my dad would have been proud to know his daughter was musical. Dad died when I was twelve. He took his own life after a long battle from depression. He spent days locked up in his library cocooned in his Operas frequently, La Traviata and deep in a novel written by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
His death was devastating for my mother. Their love was boundless and with her being a healer it was the one thing she could not accept.
A butler greets us at the door and leads us in. We are directed to a large bar. Lit up with thousands of tealight candles in glass holders. Bottles of liquor are set in between sparkling in reflection of the flickering lights. The bartender dressed in a full tuxedo Lifts a bottle of Dom Perignon out of an ice bucket behind the white marble counter. The cork is popped discreetly and the bottle’s contents are poured into two vortex shaped crystal flutes.
Daddy pulls out a barstool for me. “Please be seated little one and may I say you are looking perfectly innocent tonight. It is very attractive and the right choice for tonight.” He looks me in the eye and we clink glasses in cheers. The smooth crystal vibration hums.
“You can take your time to enjoy your drink and then someone will come to collect you. You will be taken to the dungeon room where your training begins.” With that he stands up and walks out of the room. A lump forms in my throat as the fear of abandonment crawls into my consciousness. I want to ask him if he is training me or where he will be but, I know what has been said is an order and my Daddy G is Master G here. This is now the time to pay attention and obey. Not to be questioning him.
Micaelas Aria from Carmen, floods the room as I sip the fine bubbles to allow the feelings of abandonment to disperse. I trust Daddy. He has always cared for me as good Daddies do. He reassured me he would not allow anything to happen to me, I did not like. So I know I will be safe here…
