Born to the shadows of the gloom to a mother that was only to happy to barter the infant into the local slave house, from her infant boy she got a sack of coin and first pick of the group of slaves going up for sale. Thinking it a fine bargain Vierdiin was easily thrown into the ranks of the would be slaves. His infancy was spend in the home of one of the trainers who kept a professional disconnection from the boy. From the time he could walk he was taught to kneel his first words were not typical either the first word he was taught to speak was 'ma'am' so indeed training started early. The domain that the slave house was in was an area that held several large powerful and competing houses within close borders to one another. The proximity of their enemies made these heads of house highly paranoid and suspicious of all those that entered in this knowledge the slave house catered to this paranoia with the boast that their slaves had been neglected basic skills such as reading and writing so they may never be privy to the houses' private communications. This was true of Vierdiin just the same as every other slave that was trained within those walls it was thought that Vierdiin would be most prized, reared from infancy to do nothing but be a slave.
As he grew he was passed from one trainer to another each new trainer having a new set of lessons that he would need to learn but Vierdiin had a stubborn streak and as soon as he had a mind to he railed against the powers that be trying to fight his fate. Without surprise he developed a highly evolved sense of pride and superiority and argued against why he should bow down to anyone. His attitude and lack of willingness to comply when commanded made him a difficult sell and in the end wouldn't fetch the high price the slave house had so greedily plotted to charge his first owner. As highly trained as he was after nearly two decades in the making when he finally reach an age fit for placement in one of the houses he was sold off at auction pulling in a mere fraction of what they had hoped to fetch. Drawn onto the auction stage in shackles fighting every step a bit gag wedged between his teeth it was clear to all the on lookers that he was going to be a challenge. The winning bidder was the adviser of one of the lesser houses, though still powerful in its own right. He would be dragged off that day by the woman and gifted to the head of the house who had quite the fondness for breaking unruly slaves.
That first night he was stripped naked before all present his clothes cut from his body and displayed in full view of all that walked the halls that first night. For weeks after at night he was shacked on his knees on the floor at the foot of her bed and during the day weights were added to the shackles as she led him around crawling at her feet like a puppy. He was not the kind to give in easily and fought her and the humiliations that she put him through. When she would place his food on the floor his shackles shortened so that he couldn't reach the food with his hands so that he was made to eat like a dog from the floor he would refuse. Going days without eating until he was so starved that he happily lapped table scraps from the floor at her and her guests' feet. When humiliation failed to make her point there was little hesitation to binding the headstrong slave in the most public forum she could find at any given moment and marking his back with her whip. Months of such had reduced him to something little more than than a whipped puppy begging at mistress' feet just to avoid the whip.
Over time he became quite the delightful little toy to have, the endless parade of company and party guests cheered with each new humiliation that she thought up for him. One particular party the house held the entertainment for the night being a series of competitions which was held between the house's slaves Vierdiin included. Each slave driven to win with the promise of a private night alone with the Mistress of the house whom all wished to be close to at some point. The exception being Vierdiin he had no desire to be alone with the mistress of the house since whenever they were together she was remarkably cruel to him. Though he knew better by that time to do anything less than his best so when the games began the humiliating series of ordeals, from the slaves scurrying around on hands and knees retrieving colored balls in their teeth to be brought back to small metal bowls, foot races with the slaves in sets of shackles spurred on by members of the house with riding crops even one event where the bound slaves were strung up in the gathering hall and whipped the last to make a sound being the winner. These were the tasks that Vierdiin cut his teeth on, in what had of that point nearly been a year's time in the house. It was no shock to the mistress of the house that her personal project had come out ahead of the other house slaves and for a moment there was a glow of pride in her accomplishment. Once the contest had concluded and the winner crowned the slaves were ushered back to their kennels.
It was late when the festivities finally let out and the guests were encouraged to go home it was then that the mistress fetched Vierdiin from the kennels and he was brought to her room. Still pleased with his progress he was taken to her bed and for the first time was allowed to sample physical pleasure. New to the sensations Vierdiin proved to be a needy beast, cries of pleasure from himself and his mistress could be heard for hours after before the room finally quieted. In the weeks then months that followed that first night, she had him in her bed nearly every night finding him quite adept to learning the finer points of such service. Healed of the old marks put on his body he fulfilled his service to his mistress in her bed but even this was not to last forever. He started to grow arrogant thought himself better than the other slaves and her mistake became evident that he should of been kept under her heel and so he was dragged away to be put to work in the kitchens. He was denied his mistress' contact even in the most innocent manner for weeks while he toiled away as the cooks errand boy who was also an easy target for blame when something went wrong. Though there were advantages while in the kitchen he was required to learn some basis reading and writing skills enough at least to read recipes and correct the log list of the pantry items it was a skill he'd been denied so he was happy to have even the smallest indulgences in these skills.
More than two months had passed before he so much as set eyes on his mistress again and when he did it was not at her request it was because one of the cooks had secured some of the kitchen supplies for himself and Vierdiin was named as the thief he had been brought to her for punishment. He was taken to the main Hall and shackled naked by his wrists a whip left at his feet an invitation to all that passed to punished the accused thief though he protested with every breath that he was innocent. By the time the mistress returned at day's end he was welted and whip marked blood clinging to his dark skin his legs trembling as they tried to hold him up. With a flick of her hand over his head he fell to the floor on his knees he was quick to slap his hands to the floor begging and pleading with her to take him to her bed once more. Reluctantly he was taken to her room again and just as before he spent night after night with his mistress as though she could not get enough of him. A cycle in this manner fell into place over the years spending portions of time in her company and then long stretches at work in the kitchen more than a decade passed in this fashion. A comfort had started to form amongst the pair each knowing how the time would pass Vierdiin had become loyal to her and those stents that he spent with her became longer and longer and the time he spend tending chores became oh so infrequent.
Vierdiin had become like a comfortable little pet to the mistress of the house and the time he spent in her company was near constant as time crept on though he was never allowed to forget that though he was enjoyed he was still simply a mongrel under her boot. A delicious though unfortunate side effect of this earned closeness was that there were whispers around the house that the mistress was going soft and falling in love with of all things a slave. The words were guarded from either of them at least until Vierdiin was brought on leash to a local market as the mistress was overseeing the the preparations for her latest event. The whispers and snickers as he was led through the market were hard to ignore. When a young peasant tending a stall at market was questioned as to the reason for the looks and whispers Vierdiin and his mistress soon heard of the rumors that passed not only among the house's staff but now seeped onto the tongues of peasants and seemed to be common knowledge to members of other houses beyond her own. It was insisted that she had fallen in love with the slave at her heels. There wasn't a moment's hesitation before the leash jerked and Vierdiin was cast to the ground in the middle of the market. He had barely breathed protests to the insistence that he had started no such rumors before he felt the whip on his skin. The leather tore through the the air again and again he limping across the ground begging as the whip struck across him careless of where it landed. Trained to hold back signs of pain, and even even enjoy the bite of the whip under certain circumstances, Vierdiin didn't permit himself to cry out for a long time as the whip crashed over his body but even he had his breaking point where he screamed out in pain. When done with him his collar and leash were striped away and Vierdiin was abandoned in a heap in the street. He would not be permitted back she had proven her strength and would not waver on that. The marks marred much of the back of his frame and served as evidence that he was tainted in some way and was forced to leave where he was no longer wanted and strike out into the realm of the blinding dawn.