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| Fiction: Toy Dolls 20 |
Posted by
Shade on Friday, October 24, 2003 - 04:26 AM PST
When we reached the tree house we went straight to our room for a shower and some languorous touching. Rose rubbed ointment into my hand and found a soft leather glove to provide padding that didn't look as goofy as a bandage. I found a change of clothing in the cupboard so that when we were ready to rejoin the world, I wore snug, black silk pants and a fine mesh shirt; and Rose was dressed in black silk and velvet from mid thigh to just above her nipples. I had found a perfectly fitted bodice that flared to a soft velvet skirt at the hips and when she tried it on I nearly stopped breathing. The black silk top hugged her every curve and stopped millimeters above her areola, the cloth was thin enough just over her nipples that I could see them pressed against the material. The skirt flared from her hips and hung just far enough to maintain decency as long as she didn't walk, or breathe. She had shaved in the shower so that whenever she took a step I was treated to a perfectly framed view of her smooth shaven mound.
I found a matching collar for the bodice, but no cuffs or anklets so I decided to leave it at just the collar. And when I led her back into the central room, her leash playing out behind me, there were quite a few low whistles of appreciation. I spotted RG and Rowenna and quickly angled over to ask him if there had been any developments. When I sat down and asked, he gave me a look that I didn't quite understand and then glanced to Rowenna. She shook her head and looked defiant.
My confusion lasted until Rose tugged on my sleeve. "Master, he can't speak unless she gives him permission. Just like I won't speak to anyone unless they ask you first and then you give yours. She is his Mistress." Comprehension dawned. I realized I was being so incredibly rude it was amazing she wasn't throwing insults. A small petty part of me wanted to ask what right she had to demand the protection of the rules when she was still suspect of wanting to take down the club. At the same time however, her defense of the rules and her refusal to be held to a different standard spoke volumes of her intent to stay.
"Pardon my rudeness Rowenna, may I speak with RG for a few moments?" Rowenna looked startled for a moment.
"Yeah, go ahead. You can speak RG my pet." She reached across her body to pet his hair as he raised himself to a seated position.
I glanced once more at Rowenna who nodded and then spoke. "RG, what the hell? First off I thought you were vanilla." Vanilla was a term I had learned from the net, it meant he preferred standard missionary position sex with no bruises or variations. He looked me in the eye and shook his head in bemusement.
"So did I Xeno, so did I. She showed me a side of myself I didn't know existed outside the world of the church." I looked at him quizzically and he explained. "In the church I am a priest, I am therefor ordained to serve G-" I interrupted him, tired of the old argument.
"Which god?"
"Look, do you want to hear this or not?" He sounded both frustrated and amused. It must have been hard for him being a Catholic in this proverbial den of iniquity, but I wasn't going to cut him any slack. I had been abused by too many so-called god-fearing people to let anyone of them presume that their god was the only one. RG saw the look on my face and sighed. "OK, I am there to serve my god. Happy?" I nodded. "Good. Anyway, I have heard all about sub space and the joys of serving, and I have always assumed that my version of the same was what I found with G-my god." He smiled.
"So wait, what you're saying is that you are the sub and your deity up there in the sky is your dom? Your master?" RG nodded and continued.
"Exactly. When I give myself to him in prayer and meditation I find something very similar to sub space. It wasn't until I met Rowenna that I realized there was a difference at all." I felt Rose tugging at my sleeve while he paused to ask Rowenna if he could have something to drink. She handed him a water bottle and I turned to Rose.
"Master, may I speak with him as well? This is fascinating." I nodded.
"Absolutely, I'm interested to hear your point of view as well." She climbed over me and settled herself in my lap where she beamed up at the world in general before launching some very probing questions at RG.
"What is the difference RG, you mentioned that there was one, is it sexual, psychological, spiritual or mineral?" She leaned back into my chest and wrapped my arms around her while she listened.
RG pondered for a moment and answered her. "It is both physical and emotional. There is a sexual aspect with my Lady, obviously, but I expected that to be different so I didn't count it as such. With my god, I can sit down anywhere, at anytime and commune with him. As long as I am in the right headspace I feel wrapped in his presence, I submit my will to him and he gives me a reason to place my trust in him. He rewards my trust with insight and protection and love." He smiled up at Rowenna who returned the smile encouragingly. He continued.
"When I met Rowenna, you remember the night Xeno, wow was it only half a week ago?" I nodded in shared amazement. "When I met Rowenna, I was of the firm opinion that I could have only one master, and that my servitude would result in the same reward regardless of the dom. I thought that my god would be the best at it, but other than that I had assumed the overall sensation was glandular. I was wrong. Where I find an overall sensation of well being and a sense of communion with eternity through my god, I find a sense of true human love and compassion and earthly safety with Rowenna." He looked at her and I could tell her meant it. She was smiling faintly and watching a couple across the room.
I glanced up to see a woman binding her slave with intricate rope knots. He was standing perfectly still with his arms out at his sides, and there was an expression of rapture on his face as his mistress lovingly slid the cord across his body in delicate loops. It dawned on me that she was in fact dressing him. She was dressing him in bondage. The show was fascinating, but Rose's next question brought my attention back to the conversation.
"What about the personal touch, the ability to feel your top and be held by her? I know I need the physical touch to ground myself and to feel safe. Denying us that was one of the ways Ariana tortured us." I wrapped my arms around Rose to hold her and she settled back against my chest. She was rocking herself again and I began to murmur in her ear, soothing declarations of care and love. She sat back up, but did not relinquish my arms. "No, I'm ok. She has no hold over me anymore. You broke that. And even if she came calling I am sworn to you. I can't break that easily. Go ahead and answer RG, I want to know."
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Re: Toy Dolls 20
by Merry_Widow on Oct 24, 2003 - 06:18 PM
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Yarrgh! Talk about a suspenseful cut off point...
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Re: Toy Dolls 20
by Squire-of-Gothos (Brian0049@hotmail.com)
on Oct 25, 2003 - 10:40 AM
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I like the way you've organized the format of the stories to create these cliffhanger endings that leave people fullfilled and thirsty at the same time. And who could it possibly be? More insite on how Shmeng and the Club is conected, thats another great element. I would try and write a more coherent complimentary pap piece, but its saturday morning which means Samurai Saturdays and hangovers. Good job though!
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