Life at La Domaine Esemar is a constant enlightenment. I had considered myself quite the sexual sophisticate before I hired me to be the Master of the Chateau. Now, after nearly five years, I have come to terms with how little I really knew and had experienced. For all my years of sexual liberty, I still had a very limited understanding of what it was like out there, how many exquisite varieties of sexual expression existed, and how many of those would resonate within my kinky heart and soul.

Our Guests last week arrived late at night. It was their second visit to Esemar. The previous visit had also been late night, but it had offered no indication of what was to happen this time. Oh yes, we knew they were vampires. We had seen the press coverage they had been receiving of late, as the vampire culture garnered the attention of the pop-media culture. We had seen their picture in Cosmo and had been shown the box for the newest video release of Nosforatu. Prince Vlad was ready to chomp, fangs all exposed, into Lady Sky’s stunning little body.

Prince Vlad is tall, drawn to top hats and ascots. He is a maker of fine absinthe (the drink of the decadents, also known as the green fairy). Lady Sky is, simply put, one of the most exotic women I have ever seen. Four feet nine inches, delicate, an exotic mix of Philippino and Puerto Rican, she is simply stunning. Lady Sky is drawn to theatrical make-up, and sparkle. Her eyes are the picturesque eyes of the vampire. One look and there is a primal addiction created. Prince Vlad’s eyes also present a dark and compelling nature. When they are together, which seems to be a spiritual always, there is a bond between their energies that is as strong as fine silk, black leather and …blood.

The Prince introduced his Lady to the delights of the fluid of life several years ago. She seems to be a young soul, with all the compulsive nature of perpetual youth. The Prince holds the wisdom of many incarnations. For many in his culture, he is a power filled guide. We have known them for several years, first meeting them at the depraved “Black and Blue Ball”, a gathering hosted yearly by three of NYC’s finest Dominas. Our paths had crossed several times prior to their first visit to Esemar. Madame and I had even spent an afternoon at their Greenwich Village apartment, creating the beginnings of a friendship, sharing thoughts and the beginnings of involvements, while all sprawled across their bed. That is when the cravings began, but it was too soon. What was to follow required a greater intimacy.

Our Vampire friends, soon to be our vampire lovers, arrived late at night due more to preparation delays and traffic than to aversion to the solar rays. By the time they got here, it was almost midnight and they were starved. I woked up some rice and tofu, (they are vegetarian vampires) and even remembered to inquire about the garlic. Garlic was good; they are real vamps, not the vamps of Hollywood legend. After that appetite was fed, we settled down to some serious Bordeaux drinking. Another myth out the window. “I never drink…wine.” As the other red drink settled in, we graduated to trying the green fairy, Prince Vlad’s absinthe. This fairy is known for her erotic tendencies. There is no doubt about it, absinthe is a powerful aphrodisiac. It was easy to see their lust pulsing through our veins; our lust in theirs. Madame, Myself, our delicious young slave lucy, the Prince and the Lady, were all surrounded by an accelerating eroticism. By two a.m., with silent understanding, we all proceeded down to the La Domaine dungeon, down to the Worship Room.

Prince Vlad took the scalpel and began by making a small cut on the back of his Lady’s shoulder. The opening was so slight, but it felt as though her soul was opened and displayed. The first red drops of life appeared, as Vlad squeezed the skin to start the flow. Then his lips moved to her. The intensity was that of the deepest penetration. Lady Sky’s eyes, those sensual surreal eyes, turned into slits. Her sexuality pulsed and her submission to an ancient nature pulled us all into a swirling heat. When the slice would yield no more, Vlad opened his forearm for his Lady to feed. I have never seen such voraciousness. It was as if she swooped onto his cut. Suddenly the atmosphere switched from charged to frenzied. A vampiric feeding frenzy had begun.

I watched as the Prince next cut Madame. She winced, he had cut her deeply, wanting to savor their moment, his taking, her giving of this precious gift. Then Madame was feeding on Sky. I was entered with a needle in my left nipple. As the blood pooled, the most incredible moment occurred. A vampire fell upon me, with her lips at my breast. We shared our pulse. slave lucy, young, goth, white of skin, and long with the desire to know the taste of blood grew so impatient that she actually took the scalpel and began a cut underneath her fair breast. We all fed on each other. Prince Vlad at my breast, I at his arm. I drank Madame’s blood from her deep wound. Sky entered Madame again on her other shoulder. We drank without hesitation. We drank in celebration of our ancient natures. Each sip, each taste, brought new insights into our human past and future aspirations. The primitivism of erotic behavior had never been more apparent to me. We were five and we were one. That one was as strong a sexual union as I have ever known.

Then, a moment from page one hundred and forty six of every piece of Victorian vampire pulp fiction occurred. From somewhere, a spectral voice was heard, saying, “Wow!!! The sun is up!!!” Four hours had elapsed. There had been no sense of time. Minutes and hours had lost all relevance. The emergence of the solar disk brought with it a languid sense of exhaustion. Our eyes shared a glazed sense of what had transpired. We all agreed our first feeding frenzy had been an extraordinary success. It was time for sleep. No coffins, just soft cotton sheets and lovers.

The awakening was also unexpected. I felt invigorated beyond reason. Madame was glowing. Lady Sky’s skin appeared to be polished by a fine chamois cloth. slave lucy seemed whiter than ever before. Prince Vlad seemed even older, more into his many incarnations. We had a very small breakfast. We shared our recollections. We all commented on how surprisingly different each person’s blood had tasted. Prince Vlad’s had been thick and rich. Lady Sky had an undefined tang. slave lucy tasted white and weak, almost anemic. Madame tasted, delicious, and to me, she seemed to taste empowering.

Life is sweet, and some friendships grow to flow as thick as blood. Thank you M’Lady and my Prince as I may now call you, for I contain you and you hold my life in your veins. This was a unique bonding, this sharing of the basis of our humanity. This was an experience so vastly different than anything I could have anticipated. Thank you for this most valuable lesson.

It certainly seemed inappropriate to see you drive away in a rental car, after how we all had spread our wings.