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Fiction: Toy Dolls 14 |
Posted by
Shade on Friday, August 15, 2003 - 04:06 AM PST
Rose led the way through a series of tunnels under the mansion that finally let out in a huge cedar paneled room. The noise level jumped so quickly that Rose leapt back to bury her head against my chest and I lifted my hands to cover her ears. We stayed like that for a moment while our ears adjusted and then Rose peeked out from between my arms and we both took in the sight of a huge broad oak table strewn with food platters and coffee urns. It was the coffee that broke the spell. We walked hurriedly over the marble floor and grabbed the nearest seats. I pulled Rose's seat out for her and she waited for my nod before sitting down, that was where her manners gave out in the face of croissants, fresh coffee, fresh fruit, pancakes, waffles, French toast, hash browns, sausage, bacon, and probably a dozen other things I couldn't see, but whose scents drew me. The smells were amazing as they mingled above the table and I felt like I was in an old cartoon, floating along behind a line of steam.
We dug in and for a few minutes my awareness narrowed only to the food and drink in front of me. Slowly, as I began to sate that hunger, I noticed the world around me. Rose's hip moved sensuously against mine where our seats were pressed together and I could feel every move she made. Her leash was run under her arm and it sat on my lap, twitching occasionally as she leaned forward and back. The table was packed, both with food and people, and conversations were already well under way. I leaned back to sip my second cup of coffee and look around a bit more. The walls were cedar and hung with a simple series of paintings. The artists were not all familiar to me, but the subject matter was. I craned my neck to see the rest of the artwork and decided that, yes; the series was a discourse on consensual slavery through time. I saw a campy print of a muscled man standing on a craggy peak with a barely dressed woman kneeling at his feet. Next to that hung a beautiful semi-realistic image of a cultured woman eating her breakfast off the naked back of a man. The images all held to the same theme, and as I looked, I saw that in no scene was the slave pulling away or trying to escape; and in no scene was the master showing expressions of anger or hatred. I leaned back in my chair for a moment and stared into the shadows behind the huge chandelier. I wondered where the public had gotten the stereotypical image of the evil slave owner and the mistreated slaves when they were dealing with sexual slavery. I could understand the evil plantation owner just fine, and I wondered if it was that image that had carried forward to this different variation on the theme. I checked on Rose and she was still daintily nibbling on a scone and listening to the conversations going on around us. I looked back at the table and the occupants seated within earshot. Some I recognized some I didn't. With the exception of Rose, I had not thought to sit near anyone I knew. The smell of food and coffee had led me by the nose from that point until I was sated. I did notice RG sitting across from me and leaned forward to ask how he expected his date to go tonight. "Oh, marvelously. I think I almost have her convinced I'm human. Too bad she saw fit to take psychology in college, or she wouldn't see through so many of my tricks, but I'll convince her yet; you'll see." He went back to his sausage and toast with gusto so I let him eat in peace. The person sitting to my left was a complete stranger, but he looked familiar. I stared at his profile unabashed until he turned, noticing my attention and I suddenly recognized him as the red haired man with the slaves in a bag. "Hi! My name is Xeno, I enjoyed seeing your work last night." It sounded lame even to my ears, but I felt the need to say something. "Thank you." His voice was a deep rumble. "I enjoyed creating the show." He smiled then, wide and welcoming. I warmed to him instantly. "I see you let your slave eat from the table, that's very generous of you." "Excuse me?" I hoped I hadn't just broken another rule by accident. I looked sideways at Rose who was sipping her water and watching the socialization going on around her with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Some of her fears were slipping back to the surface; so I reached out and stroked her hair. She leaned into my touch and her smile brightened for a bit. I offered her a cigarette, which she declined with a little shake of her head. I slipped my hand into her lap where I could stroke her thigh and let her know I was there while I turned back to the man sitting on my left.
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Re: Toy Dolls 14
by Squire-of-Gothos (Brian0049@hotmail.com)
on Aug 15, 2003 - 10:42 AM
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Interweaving the story line into the happenings here at Shmeng is a bold move. But I think it is a direction that will make this story so much more rich and altruistic, in that the members can feel for the characters and the situation at hand. I've got to say, having first read Toy Dolls the day it innocently popped up on the articles page all those months ago, this little fable is becoming just that: A fable of morals and truths. Helping to open member’s minds about sex, love, devotion, personal growth, and now, the growth of Shmeng. Keeping a story interesting is challenging enough, but doing that AND combining the elements of every day Shmeng life, is a feat to be reckoned with.
Honestly, one day people will look back on the changes being made here, and Toy Dolls will be mentioned as a kind of Genesis, a story that depicts the very evolution of the site, and a way new members as well as old can be reminded of the sacrifices and failures that people dealt with. Not to mention enjoy a fine literary work and a captivating tale of beauty, lust, and personal change and growth.
Toy Dolls is The internet, The Castle is Shmeng, and Xeno is the poster boy for the kind of open-minded, mature, logical, caring, and above all, intelligent types that should populate its grounds. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p> Better archetypes for the future of Shmeng’s alumni couldn’t be found, to you Shade I have only this to say: <o:p> </o:p> Keep up the damned fine work.
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