He took the hood off. I blinked trying to adjust to the light in the room after the dark of the hood. There were tons of candles all around me. Candles alone don't seem to put out a lot of light but there were so many that the room was bathed in light. The way they were placed made me feel like I was again in the spot light, a place I had once dreamed of being but never like this.

The room had a bed in it, a small elegant dinning table, a soft comfortable looking sofa, a television and three doors. It was a very nice room. Certain things were missing like windows but there were mirrors around and someone had put it together with a good eye for both function and beauty I thought.

"This is to be your room while you are with us." He said.

"Thank you. I think it's lovely." I replied. "My name is." I started to say. He stopped me by holding up his hand in a stop sort of sign.

"Unimportant, I don't want or need to know." He said with finality.

This wasn't working. He didn't want to know my name because he didn't want to care about me. He picked up a bowl from the table and a cloth. Kneeling before me, I simply watched him. I had no idea what he was going to do. He began to clean my right foot. The water felt so warm and couldn't have been there long. That's how I knew the place we were in had a staff. I wondered how much they knew.

He cleaned both of my feet. I started to think he might care for me once again. I began to hope again. He took such tender care of me. When he was done he looked up and to the right.

"She is ready Sir." He said. My mind tumbled into chaos again. This one was looking at what? I twisted my neck and tried to see. I caught a dot of green in my side vision.

"Very good, I'll be there shortly, you can go." I heard. The voice was deep and each word was enunciated well. I realized then that the man I had tried to please so far wasn't the man who had actually paid for despoiling me. He was merely a retainer. I felt a bit crushed. Now I had to start all over again.

Fresh start, fresh slate, I tried to tell myself. Who knows, maybe this man will even help you escape, don't give up.

He bowed and left. Taking with him the cloth and bowl of water. The door sounded loud when it thumped shut. That's a very solid door, I thought.

Now I was alone. I tried the cuffs. They were lined so they didn't cut into my skin but they were tight enough I knew I would have red lines indented into my skin.

There was nothing to do but try to figure a way out. It didn't take much of my efforts to tell that for now I was not able to escape. I slumped in the chair. It was a nice chair. Everything here was nice except the fact that they had me. I wanted the man who owned all this to come. I need to see him, to look in his eyes and make him understand that he had to let me go or keep me.

A clock on the wall ticked loudly as I waited what seemed to be an interminable time. It said the time was 7:00 but was that am or pm? I had no idea. I ran plans, words and scenarios over and over in my mind trying to find something that would help me while I wanted.

I saw the doorknob turn. My heart started thudding faster. This is it I thought. I have to play this just right. I have to make him care, make him happy, oh please let me do that.

He was framed in the door now. I looked at his salt and pepper hair. His face was somewhat was furrowed with wrinkles. He still looked handsome with more character than an younger handsome man would. I smiled as if he were a business associate or a professor from whom I wished to gain favor.

He walked to me and around me. He was smiling as well.

"Welcome my dear." He said finally.

"Thank you."

He pulled out another chair and put it directly in front of mine.

"I am a connoisseur of lovely things. You are lovely. I particularly like to collect first things. Now I want you to imagine what it would be like back at the place you were auctioned if they took your virginity perhaps not even knowing that they did. Can you picture it?

Tears burned in my eyes, I nodded.

"Yes, I didn't want that."

"I'm sure." He said. "What I want is for you to share yourself with me willingly. I have you for a month. If you don't give me and my household the respect that we will give you. If you behave badly, I won't hurt you. No one here will. I will simply return you early with the appropriate report. I'm sure you will behave well though, right?" He asked staring into my eyes.

"Right." I answered quickly.

"Now there is a chance that you could behave well enough to stay but never willingly give yourself to me. I would hate to send you back to them untouched at the end of this thirty day period. I would hate to let those animals do what they would with something so precious and fleeting. No, I would like to give you something perfect and precious to hold onto. Still, I will not force you. I want you to tell me when you are ready. I want you to give yourself to me."

"I don't know what to say." I told him.

"Tell me about you and your life so far. Most of all I want to know why you are still a virgin. What were you saving yourself for? How did you imagine you would lose your virginity? What is your dream scenario? I want to make your first time special, as it should be. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Yes, I would. We should be in love though." I blurted out. I wanted to recall those words as soon as I said them.

He reached out and caressed my cheek. His smile grew deeper.

"Ah, a romantic like myself." He whispered.

He seemed too good to be true. He was far too nice for a man who had bought me. There was more going on than I knew. I wanted to believe him but I felt there was more that he hadn't told me. I was scared to believe him. I didn't want to have false hope. I just wanted him to love me and save me. He leaned into me then. I felt he were about to kiss me.

I turned my face up to him like a flower to the sun. My breathing quickened. I blushed my lips parted a little. I closed my eyes. He kissed me. He really did. It was the sexiest most romantic kiss I'd ever felt. When he pulled away I wanted more, a little sigh came out of my throat.

He chuckled.

My pillow on which I had practiced kissing had nothing on this guy. He was a kiss expert. He didn't get invasive either it was a wonderful romantic old fashioned kiss like you see in old movies.

"I think we can learn to love each other if only for a while." He said. "You my dear are ripe for it. You've been wanting to have sex for a long time haven't you?"

"Yes." I said blushing deeply.

"I won't give you sex. If you decide you are ready, I will make love to you."

My heart bumped up into a staccato beat and I felt dizzy when I heard those words. I felt my face was getting wet. I was crying.

He reached out took one or more of me tears onto his finger then tasted the residue.

"Lovely." He said smiling and staring at me again.