Summer held still as she felt the fine leather go about her throat. So still. She didn’t know yet what might please or displease the man claiming her. (claiming! finally! she’d been so afraid she would be free forever) Voice low, she ventured to ask, “How may I please you, Master?”
“Come with me to the bedroom so we can have some fun,” Skylar said to his new pet.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. Dropping to her knees, she waited for him to lead the way.
Summer held still as she felt the fine leather go about her throat. So still. She didn’t know yet what might please or displease the man claiming her. (claiming! finally! she’d been so afraid she would be free forever) Voice low, she ventured to ask, “How may I please you, Master?”
“Come with me to the bedroom so we can have some fun,” Skyy said to her new pet. She loved her red hair.
“Yes, Mistress,” Summer said obediently. She glanced up, shyly, and decided she was allowed to walk, and followed Skyy to the bedroom.
“Mmm — hi!” The kiss was utterly unexpected, but then Summer supposed that was what you got when you accidentally stood under mistletoe at this season. So she went with it gracefully, giving the taller girl a bright smile. “Well, now I’ve been kissed, do I get to know your name?”
“I’m Skyy and you have gorgeous hair,” Skyy said with a wink.
“Oh, thank you!”
Summer knelt very still in the private waiting room, nervous at the thought of leaving the Center for the first time in her adult life. She’d always been safe here, protected and cared for — but a man named Skylar had bought her contract, and now she was to leave with him.
She’d dressed with care, anxious to give the right impression. Outwardly, she looked perfectly ordinary, a thin tank top underneath a shirt with a deep v-neck. Remove the shirt, though, and the tank top was sheer, offering glimpses of belly and breasts. She wore nothing at all beneath her flirty skirt.
And her throat was totally bare, waiting to receive his collar, that would mark her as his for as long as he held her contract.
Summer fidgeted in the waiting room. The Center staff had dressed her out all pretty in pale green, hair twined in a long braid and waiting to be pulled or wrapped around her throat. Subtle makeup enhanced her eyes, and her nails were trimmed short and painted a soft shell pink.
Dealing with a new client, especially one who had exclusivity privileges, was always hard; especially for someone who served as a submissive but wasn’t naturally so. She knew nothing about this client save her name and gender — not her preferences nor her appearance.
Skyy. Summer put her fingers to her bare throat, trying to imagine what kind of collar a person named Skyy would put on her. Would it be feminine and dainty, or would Skyy be the leather-and-chains sort?
❊ I want to roleplay with you
✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great
❦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s)
✢ I like your characters
✣ I like the way you express your muse(s)
❋ Your blog is one of my favs
✪ You seem like a cool person
☓ We should talk!
You are a flatterer and we will do some things. You can maybe pick one of the plots in my wishlist or just come up with something; let me know what verse you want to be in.
❈ – ideal birthday
Outside, always outside. Preferably by a pool — despite having a summer birthday, she’s hardly ever gotten to have a pool party. Cooking out — hot dogs and hamburgers, and ice cream and cake, obviously. All her friends. She’s not keen on a fancy party, but wants a fun time with her people.
(And secretly, she wants all the attention on her, that whole day.)
“Mmm — hi!” The kiss was utterly unexpected, but then Summer supposed that was what you got when you accidentally stood under mistletoe at this season. So she went with it gracefully, giving the taller girl a bright smile. “Well, now I’ve been kissed, do I get to know your name?”
Bryan placed her on the bed and began tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.Ah, okay. This was more familiar; she offered up her limbs as he was prepared for them, keeping her gaze cast away from him. What would he do?
Bryan undressed her then tied her wrists and ankles to the bed so she couldn’t move. “I wonder if I should gag you too.”
How was she supposed to answer that? She wanted to huddle together, both embarrassed and turned on by how she was now exposed to his sight, helpless to his gaze. Biting at her lip, she glanced up at him, swiftly, and nodded once.
Bryan picked her up and began carrying her towards the bedroom.She froze in his arms, confused at how careful he was being. She was his, to do anything he wanted to, and he /carried/ her? What kind of man had collared her?
Bryan placed her on the bed and began tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.
Ah, okay. This was more familiar; she offered up her limbs as he was prepared for them, keeping her gaze cast away from him. What would he do?