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| Fiction: Toy Dolls 23 |
Posted by
Shade on Thursday, December 25, 2003 - 12:01 AM PST
Note: Previous chapters can be found -here-
We entered into a much-changed dungeon from the dusty enclosure in which we had played the previous night. There were candles lit along every wall and by their flickering light we could see the curved ceiling and the polished stone walls. There was a gleam along each wall that I was able to identify as steel beams set between the stone slabs. The ceiling itself was made up of arched timber and wide planks that glowed a deep red in the light. Gone was the scent of mildew and age, and instead I could smell freshly polished leather and the acid sweet scent of violets. The floor was polished to a high gleam and I realized that beneath the dust we had stepped through the previous night, this floor was made of hardwood planks to match the ceiling.
Mistress Nicolette stood in the center of the room, one hand wrapped around the twined ropes of the swing, while the other tapped a two foot crop against the heel of her boot. She was dressed from head to toe in a black and silver pinstripe suit. Her hair was gathered back into a strict bun and on her face was a curious grin. I looked her in the eye and announced our arrival. It felt somehow necessary and appropriate in the solemn moment. Her smile widened and she visibly relaxed. She tucked the crop through a loop on her belt and stepped down off the dais.
"Welcome to the pink poodle house of pleasure student Master-in-training Xeno, may I give your order?" Her grin widened as she saw the look of startled confusion on my face. She nodded to a monitor set high above the door and I realized it showed a security camera view of the entry hall. "I saw the two of you coming and decided to perform a pop quiz. You have passed with flying colors I might add, but I did want to discover myself if your ability to recognize a moment of ritual was a mere fluke, or an actual skill of observation." She grinned again and gestured. Her slave girl brought two steaming mugs of coffee and a bottle of water.
"I also wanted to break the tension, thus the 'pink poodle house of pleasure' I've been dying to use that line for ages." Her infectious laughter rang out through the dungeon and the walls seemed to brighten with the sound of it. "Have some more coffee. I sent up enough for you and your slave to have a single cup each this morning. I trust you enjoyed your breakfast?" I nodded. "Good. Now your slave is going to have some very high demands placed on her, so I wish her to drink water only for the remainder of our time down here. She will need it to process the toxins of strain and fatigue."
She must have seen my look of distress because her voice instantly became reassuring. "Do not worry about your slave, she will be well taken care of throughout your training. When I say the toxins of strain and fatigue, I mean the same toxins that build up whenever people exert themselves. This is something about which you must learn. When you tie your slave to a pole and give her fifty lashes, you are creating in her a sequence of physical reactions. Pain causes her to release endorphins as well as sweat and muscle tension. The fact of her serving you will fill her with a sense of well being. You will also be inflicting, at the very least; small bruising on her body which she will need to heal. And, assuming you are doing it correctly, she will be riding a high that will not allow her to be aware of what is going on. There are more functions that will be going on in her system as well, but these are simple enough to start with."
Nicolette walked a circle around us, looking Rose and me up and down the entire time. "Your outfits will suffice for the moment, your slave will be stripped to the skin very soon, and you may find you need to, at the very least, remove your shirt. This is very hot work and you will want to be as comfortable and free of distraction as possible." She reached out and her slave immediately provided her with a bottle of water. She drank in slow sips and handed the bottle back before continuing.
"Let us begin with a simple lesson in the mechanics of the relationship between a slave and his or her master. For the sake of brevity, and because both of our slaves are female, I'm going to refer to them as female. Don't let this bias your mind, Xeno. In general you will find far more male subs and slaves than female. Now, to address the first lesson of caring for a slave. In order to get my water, I could have taken three steps and gotten my own bottle of water. However, a slave, as opposed to a simple sub, or a masochist for that matter, lives to serve. Perhaps not in all of her life, my slave is in charge of three major divisions of her company, during her day-to-day life. But when she comes to me she releases all of that and gives me complete control over her safety, her well being, her thoughts and actions, and her life. She places in me a great debt of trust."
Nicolette paused and her slave again stepped forward with the water bottle. Nicolette thanked her slave, sipped again, and sent her scurrying back out of range with a resounding swat on her unprotected ass. I noticed the slave was wearing a basic string bikini, her body glowed in the candlelight, but I didn't have time to appreciate the view because Nicolette was speaking again.
"My slave derives much of her pleasure from simply serving me, we have sex, oh my do we have sex, but sex is so fleeting. It is the thing of moments where a relationship built on this foundation of trust is so much deeper than just a bit of slip and slide between the sheets. When we met, my slave and I, I was in control of my life. I did everything for myself. It had been quite some time since I had found a servant with whom I could share myself and I had fallen out of the habit of being served. My slave recognized in me the dominance she needed to make her life complete, and I recognized the submission in her that I need to make me complete. But as I say, I was out of the habit. I had been without for so long that I had begun to dominate my own life as a surrogate slave." Nicolette sipped from the cup of coffee I had forgotten she held.
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Re: Toy Dolls 23
by firefly7 on Dec 26, 2003 - 06:24 PM
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A Chirstmas present for me? How fabulously sweet!! I simply adore it :)
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Re: Toy Dolls 23
by Devin (devin-at-vibechild-dot-com)
on Jan 12, 2004 - 07:55 AM
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In all the chaos of christmas, I didn't get a chance to comment on this. I didn't actually read it, I had it read to me by a hot blonde while we were driving. I highly recommend that by the way.
For some reason this chapter seemed way too short - even though it's easily as long as the others. At the end, I really wanted her to keep reading. This would be a bad place to leave us hanging for a couple months, so I hope the next chapter is in the works.
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Re: Toy Dolls 23
by Shepardshadows (shepardshadows@moomia.com)
on Jan 14, 2004 - 02:04 AM
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I think yu are used to my comments by now :P. You always finish on a high point. Talk about building suspense.
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Re: Toy Dolls 23
by anayansi (lyra_belaque@hotmail.com)
on Jan 23, 2004 - 10:17 PM
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more! more! more! this is wonderful, i am addicted, now don't make me go into withdrawal! i'm warning you, i'm a hardcore book addict, and after 11 years waiting for my next fix is not a pretty sight, lol...
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