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Fiction: Toy Dolls 22 |
Posted by
Shade on Monday, November 10, 2003 - 12:41 AM PST
The room had already begun to gravitate into small groups making plans and finding corners in which to get comfortable. Nicolette brought her slave over and took the cushions that Rowenna and RG had recently evacuated. Nicolette sat gracefully in the hollow of pillows and pulled her slave to lay comfortably in her lap. The slave began immediately to purr and pulled her legs up to snuggle deeper into the hollow made of legs and cushions. Nicolette made a valiant attempt to look imperious for a moment and then gave in and smiled lovingly down at her slave and began to pet her hair.
Nicolette looked first at me and then at Rose. We were in a similar position by this point. Rose had curled herself into a small ball and I was running my hand down her back, alternating my palm and my fingernails while I watched the interesting effects each sensation had on her body. I watched Nicolette run her fingers through her slave's hair. The slave was purring and I could watch individual muscles relax and when Nicolette walked two fingers down her slaves back I watched each muscle tense and relax even further under her touch. I emulated the action and saw the same results in Rose. She tensed as the point of my finger descended to touch her skin and then relaxed as my finger settled onto her and she stayed relaxed as my fingers lifted to reach for a new foothold on her back.
"That is good, I can teach you." Both Rose and I tensed at the sudden sound of Nicolette's voice. Her voice was melodious to say the least, but both Rose and I had begun to relax as a result of my ministrations. "Xeno, you will refer to me as Mistress Nico, I am not demanding that you refer to me as your mistress, just that you afford me my proper title. When we are truly equals, I will allow you to refer to me as just Nico. But for the moment, you are my student. And you will show me proper respect."
She looked lovingly at Rose for a moment. "Your slave will refer to me simply as Mistress. This is an honorific in this case. She is a slave; I am a Domina, a Top, and a Mistress. And I like the way Mistress sounds. We will speak further of this later, but for starters we should get the basics out of the way. I will refer to your slave as either simple slave, or slave Rose. You and she are intimate so you may refer to her however you please, but in a more formal setting we prefer to use titles so that the slaves do not get confused." I must have tensed because she laughed, a beautiful tinkling laugh that set my nerves to dancing and made both of the slaves perk their heads up to listen.
"No Xeno, I am not putting the slaves in their place as that idiot Reginald was so fond of saying. Pah, in their place indeed." She spat the phrase as though it burned her tongue. "If he had not been such an imbecile he would have seen clearly that the place of the slave is truly far from equal. However, quite to the reverse of his beliefs, we serve the slaves in most ways. They are precious to us, they complete us and they obey us in all things. In that the role of the Master or Mistress is to command and to care, to exact swift punishment for any misdeed and to immediately sooth the pain of that infraction and in all things we must be aware of our slave's state of being." Nicolette grinned widely. "And I wouldn't have it any other way. She soothed her slave who had tensed at the anger in Mistress Nicolette's voice. I found my hands mimicking hers, rubbing slow circles down the length of Rose's back and speaking softly to her until she was calm and purring in my lap again.
When both our slaves were calm, Nicolette spoke softly and gently. "Devon has asked me to show you the actions implied by the existence of the dungeon. We all believe that if you are going to enter the, oh, the lifestyle or the scene or however you wish to refer to it; you should know the entirety of the scene. And in this I agree with him. However, I will not teach half a lesson. Behind every action you make there will be a motivation. Your first responsibility should be one of awareness. You should know why you are acting. Your second should be the knowledge of what you expect to gain, and your third should be the knowledge of how to act well." She reached for a water bottle and opened it.
"In this circumstance, I reached for the water because I am thirsty. I wish to gain a lack of thirst by ultimately drinking the water. And I chose water because it was both close, and much more prone to quench my thirst than beer or soda. I am also aware of the long-term effects of my choice. I wish to stay alert so choosing water over alcohol is the more logical choice, and I wish to stay sitting so the water is a better choice over the caffeinated beverage."
She took a long sip of her water and then leveled her gaze at me once more. "That is not to say that beer or soda are bad choices in the greater scheme of things, in this moment however; the water was the best choice. Now, the same goes for anything, and ultimately, everything you do. When you reach for a whip you should know why you are choosing a whip at all, why you are choosing that particular whip, and what you expect to gain by the use of the whip. And I should hope you pay attention tomorrow so that you can learn how to use the whips well."
"Now, are you willing to learn in such a fashion? I will be forcing you to think as well as learn. My lessons will be much more than a casual lesson in the methodology of torture, and I need your consent before I continue." I nodded mutely. I was fascinated. I had, in a general sense been examining my motivations throughout my entire relationship with the club, but never so clearly. I wanted to learn, I wanted to soak up the knowledge these people possessed and become better at acting on the urges I had felt in myself for so long. And while I had seen a number of discussions on why a sub was submissive and why a masochist liked pain, I had always had a difficult time finding anyone who spoke to the subject of why a master needed to be obeyed. I leaned down to kiss Rose and then listened attentively when Nicolette began to speak again.
"You will have many reasons for why you are what you are. I am sure as a thinking person you have thought about this, and I do not claim to know every detail of your mind, but I do know that I have been about this longer than you have. So listen carefully and if you disagree, tell me why. Do no just disagree with me in your mind and scoff at what I say, speak out and tell me what you think so that together we can gain a greater understanding of our world. Tonight however, my time is my own and I do not plan to spend it teaching you when your mind will be more open and receptive in the morning. I am told you know where the dungeon is. Meet me there at ten and we will begin. Bring your slave and come well fed. I want you alert and as free of distractions as possible." And with those final words, she left.
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Re: Toy Dolls 22
by firefly7 on Nov 10, 2003 - 12:35 PM
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Yet another awesome chapter... Another job well done!
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Re: Toy Dolls 22
by BoundByMisery (randomthoughtspr@aol.com)
on Nov 10, 2003 - 08:56 PM
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OoO!!! You always seem to end it just as it gets good!
Untill next time;)
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