Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room
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				Title: <strong>Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 01:45:31</strong>
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				The room is a large square, the walls painted an off white with bright white doors and molding. <br>Across the room from eachother two beds are pushed against either wall.<br>(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/misk%20crap/12349556_1.jpg)<br>At the end of each bed towards the back wall are two doors leading to two small closets.<br>Against the wall space beside the door leading to the hall way is shelving<br>(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/misk%20crap/contraformaquad1b.jpg)<br>The back wall is dominated by a set of bay windows with a bench built into the area upholstered in black and white patterned fabric and has drawers underneath. A geometric patterned area rug of black white and red covers the bare floor.<br><br>White bedding is folded up and waiting at the end of each bed and a few bags are sitting on one of the beds. A few text books are on the shelf and the whole room smells slightly of vanilla air freshener.
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 02:02:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">~Astrid~<br><br>I caught site of the boy whip his head around and stiffled a laugh. Vaguely I wondered how the school informs it's unaware students. Was there a public announcement or was it the teachers job to inform them? I felt a little bad for the other students, what kind of a shock must it be to find out you'd be learned a hell of a lot more then mathmatics or music.<br><br>Being dismissed I gave a parting smile to the room and left. I leaned against the wall across from the headmistress's door to wait for Goodfellow. I hated waiting would have like to just take off and see what he did but I had no idea where to go or even how to find Jacobson dormitory, so with a resigned sigh a waited for him.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 02:30:16</strong>
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				He regarded her as they walked. She was confident. Prickly. Challenging and probably determined to wind up anywhere besides where she came from. She had that dark side of her that was a draw to him.&nbsp; For now there was mundane. Later there would be time to explore just that in an ongoing way. <br><br>“Did you know that girl in the Headmistress office?” He asked looking at the schedule and roommate assignment and quirked a brow. “Have you seen her before? Perhaps as you arrived here.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 02:37:48</strong>
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				I shrugged lightly "I saw her when I was showing up but know nothing about her except that her name is Charolotte that I'm to share a room with her." I said sounding bored.<br><br>I followed behind Goodfellow memorized the way to my dorm room. I hated that I had to follow him this time and would loath to ask directions again. <br><br>"So what do you teach anyway?" I asked wondering if I'd have classes with him as well as whatever time I was expected to spend with him being my assigned teacher.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 03:11:06</strong>
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				“Right, so you know she’s your room mate then.” Tristan replies and motioned up ahead.&nbsp; “It’s fourth door on&nbsp; the left.”<br><br>Soon he wanted to discover her. Who she thought she was and little by little peel those protective layers to see who she was at her soul. <br><br>The place he worked best. The place that was sustainable.&nbsp; The clothes would change. The hair color, style but the thrill of the first nipple ring. The first orgasm as the whip painted the thin white lines that rose into deep red welts. Those would sustain. <br><br>Everything else was the cloak that a naked slave wore as she lay chained in her master’s collar and at his feet. He would bring her soul to the collar and have her begging to kiss it.<br><br>He grinned at her question. It’s good that she was asking. “What subjects do you hate most?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 03:23:54</strong>
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				"I don't hate any subject. I loved school while I got to go." I said pushing open the door to the room he'd pointed out. A look of suprise makred my face as I walked in. The room was bigger and nicer then any in my old home. It smelled nice and the rug was plush and squishy under my shoes. Sunlight poured into the room and I smiled walking over to the bed that didn't have baggage on it and set down my bags in the red chair. I sat down at the desk and looked around the room smiling at the book shelf that looked like something out of a magazine. <br><br>Getting over the shock of seeing the nice room I picked back up on the conversation I had been having, "You never answered my question." I said with a slight smirk.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 05:20:29</strong>
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				He watched her at the door. As if she's step into the Bahamas. She fairly floated around the room. Her feet dipped on the carpet as thought she had her shoes off and walked in a gentle brook. But the biggest surprise was the look of serene peace as the moved around in the sunshine gliding over to the book shelves.<br><br>It told him many things about what she had left behind. It was as though this was her field of dreams. <br><br>Was it to hid that pleasure, to set it aside for later when she could enjoy it alone. Is that why she went back to the question of subjects. He did not expect to find her interested in the least in what he taught.&nbsp; Not at first.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He meant to show her enchantment that connected everyone at their very basic primal gut level.&nbsp; He meant to show her how powerful a tone could be, how dramatic a line might become. Art and Music. It was the history of a heart beat and every sunset and sunrise on a different world unlike our own.<br><br>"Music and art," He replied hoping it sounded as boring and void of possibilities as a dorm room had been. And with a secret promise all their own.<br><br>"Any preference?" He asked suddenly. "After you put your things away. Any preference to what we do next?"
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 07:44:00</strong>
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				I thought about it for a moment all I really wanted to do was put my stuff away organize it how I wanted before my room mate showed up a claimed her area even though the room was pretty segrigated I wanted some time alone to just enjoy it. <br><br>But privacy in this place is a forin word and not something easily found. I though about what he's said about teaching art and music, I didn't do either of those things at least not really. I was a failer at drawing and besides singing to the radio or to the little kids to help them sleep didn't know much about music as something to do activly. I loved music though, it had been my escape for the last 6 years but looking at Goodfellow I doubted we'd have the same tastes.<br><br>Realizing quiet suddenly that he was still waiting for a reponce for the question he'd posed several minutes ago I shrugged "Nothing comes to mind right off." I said standing up and opening my duffle bag careful to make sure the contraband was still hidden int the pockets of the clothes. I picked up an arm load of clothes from the hangers and hung them up in the closet, organizing them by color and style as I went, smoothing the wrinkles out and making sure they were hanging strait. "Are you going to stay here the entire time I unpack?" I asked when I turned to see him still standing there.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 08:33:05</strong>
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				He expected certain things. It was normal to have things one wasn't suppose to have. It was normal for there to be little hidey holes, trick and surprise places in the room created by the residences. The part that delighted him was the perspective of the residences. <br><br>It was actually enjoyable. They assumed that since they were new here that they were the first to bogart anything and everything any and every where. Frankly, it stunned him that they never understood that it had been tried a thousand times and caught nine hundred and something.&nbsp; <br><br>What made it better was his little speak coming up. <br><br>But before he did, something she was doing caught his eyes. How she organized her wardrobe.&nbsp; She knew. Instinctively she knew about the presence of color and shape. The question was did she know. He put it in the back of his mind to asked about later.&nbsp; <br><br>"Actually yes," He began and later if things were discovered there would be no surprises what punishments would be.<br><br>"I know you know this. I know you've already heard it. Hear it from me so there is no misunderstanding between us. No contraband.&nbsp; If you're caught with it, regardless of what other punishment you receive I will also discipline you". <br><br>"If you are caught drink alcohol or smoke in any way shape or form regardless of what other punishment you will receive I will also discipline you."<br><br>"If you leave your room without permission or leave the college grounds I will also discipline you."<br><br>"I have no interest in check your things. If it's there you'll be caught. And I must tell you, punishing you appeals to me greatly. I would like nothing better than rubbing my hand over your hot red ass to massage in the burning pain for a few minutes before I bring more upon you." He shrugs.<br><br>"But that's just me," He says off handedly as if they had been discussion the weather.<br><br>"Now on to you," He pointed to her clothing arrangement." Tell me how you decided what to arrange your wardrobe."<br><br>"After your finished unpacking, I have something I want to show you. It might interest someone as worldly as you." He said honestly without any sarcasm at all.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 08:50:44</strong>
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				I rolled my eyes when he went over the rules and punishments as far as I was concerned he wasn't god and wasn't all seeing and while I expected to be caught a few times even counted on it because really whats the point in breaking a rule if no one knows, I was sure I would get away with far more then anyone would expect.<br><br>His blunt description of a punishment made me wince slight just because it was so vivid it was like I could practically feel it. My skin tightened and I tried to ignore it picking up another arm load of clothes and hanging them. when he asked about how they were arranged I shrugged "I arrange them like that because I like things neat, I like to be able to find things quickly and I always knew when something was missing and living in a house full of girls that was important. Plus I just like how the colors all look like a rainbow when I'm done." I said surprised I'd actually said the last part but letting it pass no one knew what I was like here so they wouldn't have any idea it was out of character.<br><br>"What are you going to show me?" I asked with caution. I wasn't exactly scared of the school but I loathed to participate in the darker aspects and a suprise sounded darkly ominous. I took my duffel bag with me to the closet and put the rest of my things on the floor or in the drawers keeping only a small box in my hand, then folded the bag and put it on the high shelf. <br><br>Sitting down I opened the box and pulled out a new set of head phones to replace the ones Lady Shaw had taken away and plugged them in throwing away the box and putting my ipod back in my purse. Picking up my purse I nodded. "OK I'm done, lead on." I said motioning towards the door.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 06:37:52</strong>
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				GoodFellow made several notes as he watched Astrid move around the room. He meant to compare the present behavior periodically every few days to measure her progress.&nbsp; Colors and arrangements were in a precise organized manner. Something he appreciated. He expected the roll of the eyes at the rules. The litany was boring but it leant itself to other less boring things. <br><br>He too appeared bored as she made a fuss with the ipod. Purposefully ignored it. Like a sunning lion at a watering hole near as an unsuspecting young doe approached. He stretched as she asked the timeless question.<br><br>“It’s a curious thing. A thing that might cause you a moment of interest and nothing at all, I suppose.” He opened the door and stepped out.<br><br>His expectation was one step behind and to the side. She already seemed to understand that requirement. She would need to understand more about their hierarchy in the school.&nbsp; She was about to get a grown up taste of ownership and so much more.<br><br>“My Office is sandwiched between two departments,” He explained with a hint of a grin. “The Department of Deviant Art and Fretted Music. We‘re going to my office first.” <br><br>“We shall talk about your training both academic and your service skills. Anything you feel you do particularly well and what you have yet to learn.”<br><br>"Do you have anything you want me to know before we get there?" He said as he turned the corner.&nbsp; It was several building down, just far enough for a brisk walk or lovely jog. They were walking. He was leading. <br><br>And they were almost there. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 07:01:15</strong>
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				I listened to him talk as I we walked and toyed with the strap of my purse. as he talked about service skills I sneered to myself, he made it sound so clean and normal like learning how to be a good host or something of that nature.<br><br>He asked me a question and I smirked "Nothing that isn't noted in my file, several times most likely. And I'm not really interested in talking about my service skills." I said dryly remembering 'Owner' reading me the letter he was sending along with my application. It described basically what a pain in the ass I was, how defiant and mouthy. It had been meant to scare me, he was trying to make me beg him to change it but like many of his plans it failed, my attitude problem as everyone saw it was my favorite part of my personality. My remarks back to him had cost me the ability to sit for several hours but it wasn't anything I wasn't used to. <br><br>I followed behind Goodfellow memorizing the lay out of the place noting the different buildings and paths and wondered what he had planned for me. A sly smile teased the corners of my mouth and my eyes twinkled lightly, it didn't matter if 'owner' sent a letter using the foulest most degrading language he could find he'd made one huge mistake in this whole think. While I may be scared I was far more determinded not to let these people break me.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:47:22</strong>
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				Charlotte found her way eventually to her room.&nbsp; She saw she was sharing with a girl named Astrid.&nbsp; Wasnt that the girl in the office with thme earlier?&nbsp; She wasnt sure, so she went ina nd took the bed that had not been claimed.&nbsp; She wasnt sure what to do now.&nbsp; She couldnt contact home and she was all alone.&nbsp; She climbed up onto her bed and laid down, curled up.&nbsp; She really had no idea what to do now.
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 10:46:38</strong>
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				I stepped into my dorm and looked around somewhat relived that Charlotte wasn't there. I didn't want our second meeting to be with me dressed like bondage barbie. An amused little smile crossed my face as i imagined the timid girls reaction then re focused on what Goodfellow was saying.<br><br>"'Owner' never told me about the curriculum or anything about the academics of the school. I'd like to know more about the classes I'll be taking and just more about the education side of the school." I said revealing my interest in my education. <br><br>The only reason I hadn't tried to bolt other then the fact that I had no where to go and no skills of any kind was because I longed for an education. I while I planned to be a pain in the ass the rest of the time and even disruptive in class to a point I was determined to be a great student.<br><br>"But first could you please remove the manacles so I can sit down." I asked hesitantly. My shoulders were hurting and my balance was off though it hadn't been a big deal because the walk had been evenly paced most of the time, that and it was driving me crazy that I couldn't use my hands, there was a helplessness feeling to being hand cuffed that was chaffing.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 19:50:32</strong>
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				"Nous sommes arrivés !" [we have arrived] GoodFellow said in good humor.<br><br>He closed the door behind Astrid as he listened to her question and then her request. Rare gem indeed, she actually wanted to gain an education. Something to admire about someone who wanted more than to just do there time and shove off. <br><br>Tristan gave her a once over. "I should imagine you would."<br><br>He pointed to a ring on the wall near her bed.&nbsp; "To the wall please. Turn and face me."<br><br>"As for curriculum, we are a fully accredited College. So the first year will be the basics with a teaser.&nbsp; Each quarter in addition to the standard course load you may select two electives. These are offered to expose a student to something they've never thought about that might perk their curiosity. Or something they like and want more of. Very diverse."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 03:18:40</strong>
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				I rolled my eyes when he pointed to the ring I'd ignored during my first look at the room but walked over to it as he started explaining about the classes.<br><br>"the basics?" I asked I wondered if I'd be behind, I hadn't been to school in ten years. 'Owner' home schooled us which means I was on my own. I read alot but the rest of it. I knew I'd have a hard time with and wondered what they'd do with me when they found out I was struggling with mathematics. "What kind of electives?" I asked before he could answer my first question. <br><br>I got to the ring and turned to face him giving him a brief look of annoyance then waited for him to answer my questions.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 04:22:08</strong>
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				GoodFellow watched her move where he directed. The eye thing could be worked on. It was attitude with fear.&nbsp; The same kind expected of any one with the first digit of their age less than a 2 no matter what the second digit was. <br><br>"Yes, reading, writing, science, math, history and of course mine as well. Everyone has been tested and will be placed in the level where they are comfortable then the study will become incrementally more difficult as the student progresses."<br><br>He moved to her but stopped and talked to her.&nbsp; This was exciting. She really wanted to learn. <br><br>"You are guaranteed no matter what level you begin." He emphasized. "To graduate at college level in your field of study.&nbsp; When you're ready. We've even brought professors here for special student with a keen interest in something we don't offer.&nbsp; Now that's several years down the road and after reaching a certain level."<br><br>He moved to the ring and placed her leash on it. "Elective in basics which means you can do more of what you like.&nbsp; So if you like history you can take the standard course offered and then a history elective.&nbsp; Then we have the other electives. Steel drums are one we offer. Agriculture with an emphasis on gardening. Animal science, I call it rat-ology but that was a science project gone horribly wrong and no Pied Piper to help us out. That happened a few years ago so don't let my taint prevent you from mingling with Alfred or Steely Dan."<br><br>He stepped back from the wall to looked at her again. "Anything else?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 06:45:30</strong>
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				"So I'll be taking art and music?" I asked a bit surprised. Besides singing to the younger ones to get them to stop crying and coloring with them to entertain them I knew little about either as a subject. I loved music but singing along to angry loud music as a way to vent rage hardly seemed like something that even parallelled what he'd be teaching.<br><br>"And is there a reason I'm chained to the wall again?" I asked sounding put out. I was tired more then anything, even the plans I'd formed a bit ago as another form of rebelion sounded somewhat less appealing then the idea of curling up and sleeping. of course that meant little I would still probably do some of the things I had thought of but I really wanted to sleep in my own bed tonight so the more extream stuff would be put on hold for the time being.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 08:14:08</strong>
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				"Yes, art and music. There are so many forms of each you can go thru your academic career here and never once repeat the same subject. It's only limit is the creativity and particular preference of the student." GoodFellow assures her.<br><br>He smiled as she asked the wall question. "The alligator clamps of course. We must take them out."<br><br>He came to her as she stood at the wall. His eyes warm. His hand slipping behind her shoulder to take her hair in his hand. He gently but insistently pulled her head back.&nbsp; There would be no fighting him. Not when he planned to impart what she beg for so loudly that her panties were soaked. <br><br>"Can't just pull them off you know. Must increase circulation first," He assures her. "Not long at all."<br><br>She had beautifully formed breasts. His other hand tenderly cupped her breast. He ran his finger over and around the edge of her dark nipple flesh. His thumb gently painting sensation underneath.<br><br>His mouth descending on her other breast. His hot breath against her flesh where he kissed and mouthed her breast. Wetting and warming her. Enjoying the satin of her soft melon. <br><br>His cock stirred as he focus on her arousal.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 09:01:05</strong>
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				"oh god not again" I moaned in frustration closing my eyes and praying to who ever would listen for strength. <br><br>It was pointless and I knew it. My body felt like then enemy already warming in responce to the touch of his fingers and mouth against my breasts. I wanted to scream in frustration, my mind rebelled against everything he planned to do but my body was more then willing. It was horrible to feel so torn between desires.<br><br>I went with what was natural and that was to deny him, my face turned impassive closing from him completely.&nbsp; I called myself 15 forms of fool for letting my armor slip and gritted my teeth and tried to think of something else and found an easy venue in the pain radiating from the clips. I focused on that and tried to ignore the warm sensations that started rushing threw my body at him minor touch. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 00:49:08</strong>
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				Astrid uttered a soft moan before he had even fully begun her undoing. Tristan drank in that moan from a girl who had never moaned at a man's touch before. He avoided her intellect entirely.&nbsp; This was not a math problem for her to solve. He did not need her to participate fully yet.<br><br>GoodFellow went right around all her detours. Avoided her road blocks, and took a short cut past her attitude. Reaching out to please that part of her that was starving for every moment of charged sensation he could give her. He came to awaken her body to possibilities that he offered.<br><br>Tristan fancied himself a body terrorist. Extorting the most helpless sensuous&nbsp; ripples of building passion from unwilling victims. He harvested her clinch teeth resistance as he touched her to return there later and collect a heavy tariff in for withhold what was his to take and hers to give. He came to her with fingers expertly caressing around her sore nipple. His tongue sweeping the pain aside with a fresh coat of exciting sensation. <br><br>He brought her to this new place again to taste her sweet fragrance and feel her struggle resonate against the wall behind her. Where he tasted he brought the heat of lava on her breasts and where he touched he ensured she could feel the tingling promise of more waves with each brush of his calloused fingers.<br><br>His purpose two fold. The first to make removing the nipple clamps an event to remember and look forward to the next time and then next time after that. Second, to let her see that she could enjoy the heat of her body without charring into ash and found on the carpet by the janitor in the morning.<br><br>To those ends he touched her. His pleasure and his arousal was not far behind her own moans. He kept himself in check and focused on her reactions. Remaining attentive to her breasts for now. His other hand waiting to see how hot he could get her.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 01:19:08</strong>
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				My body flared to life as if he'd never stopped touching me. I sqeezed my eyes shut not caring if he knew what a struggle this was for me anymore. I growned my teeth in frustration as pleasure raced through my body, thinking about the pain wasn't a good enough distraction anymore. His mouth and fingers were creating such amazing sensations there it was recking havoc on my will power to think on it.<br><br>I tried to count the tiles on the floor but kept loosing count and a new and powerful wave of pleasure swept through my bodying making mush of my consintration. My breathing became shallow and more erratic. I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from uttering another sound, emberassment still burned me from the moan that had escaped me just a few moments ago.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 03:52:53</strong>
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				She was not thrashing. Not yet. But what her body felt like against his ardent attention was nothing less than sheer blossoming lust without a compass. Tense and her breasts rose and fell like she was running a marathon. Her nipples gathered and her breasts flushed in his cupped hand.&nbsp; He gave a quick look see to her eyes. Her cheeks were painted with a light shade of blush.&nbsp; <br><br>Tonight, he decided. <br><br>His tongue moved gently over the clip. Tracing along her nipple flesh on the teeth. The thumb and first two finger of his other hand slowly moving the breast to extract more sensation. <br><br>His other hand, fingers spread wide caressed down her body. Moving only inches with each breath before stopping and massaging. Getting her use to his touch. To the rough calloused fingers. The gentle encouragement he was about to bring to heat. A heat she had never endured before. <br><br>His fingers reached the top seam of fabric and followed along it from her center to her left hip then slowly back to her right. Touching and pressing a finger between the material and her soft skin. Moving slowly fully one direction before turning to retrace the distance back to the other. <br><br>Yes, tonight, he thought. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 04:28:51</strong>
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				I clenched my stomach muscles as he traced the edge of my shorts his fingers just under the edge of the material moving against my skin. Nerves overwhelmed me me for a moment but a rush of pleasure swept it away and I was distracted. Fighting to keep from submitting to him.<br><br>I opened my eyes and moved to the ceiling before they drifted down to look at him at what he was doing to me. I didn't want to admit how much pleasure he was giving me but it was like arguing that the sun was really blue, pointless and a flat out lie. Something shifted inside me as if accepting the simple fact had changed something when really it was just another realization that meant little. <br><br>I may at that moment wish to be another person who could revel in the pleasure Goodfellow was so generously bistowing but I wasn't someone else I was me. And true to form my beliefs came before anything I wanted. I believed in my rights meaning that this without choice was just molestation, good sensations aside it wasn't what I wanted. <br><br>At least that's what I kept telling myself as I repressed a moan. It's what I kept thinking even as my skin felt like it was on fire, his ever touch burning me from the inside out. It's what I kept repeating as I felt the heat pool and dampness cling to my inner thighs again. I groaned and closed my eyes again wishing for some kind of escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 06:11:23</strong>
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				<br>Clenched. Her tummy was so tight she could do sit ups from a back bend. The ripple along her body had him breathing deep heavy breaths. He waited until she gave a quick glance before taking the whole alligator clip and nipple in his mouth. <br><br>Hot breath on her nipple. His tongue lathered around the clip. Pressing his tongue gentle against her bitten nipple and slowly drawing it along her tongue. <br><br>Teasing with the fingers of his hand on her other breast. That one would be next for his pleasure. He caressed and massaged it to ready it for his use.<br><br>His fingers along her skin as he slowly moved down her shorts material touching and exploring her flesh. He would take them off her but not yet. First get her use to feeling his fingers do nothing more than give her a pleasant feeling. <br><br>His mouth moving to swallow her other breast. Mouthing her and the alligator clip. tongue swirling. Her very wet other breast cup in his hand.<br><br>He stroked across her bare middrift until he found the line of her panty waist. Over her panties this time. On the fabric but closer to the skin than earlier today.&nbsp; He could feel her mound at his finger tips. Brushing so very lightly. Teasing in the same way one tosses a match in a 55 gal barrel of unleaded premium and about that hot. <br><br>The panties would be gone by next week. Outlawed. <br><br>But right now he wanted her. He wanted to taste her soft sweet cunt. <br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 06:40:13</strong>
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				I clenched my fists and tried to push aside the excitement the image of him taking my nipple and the alligator clip in his mouth created. I squeezed my eyes shut on just concentrated on not making a sound. trying to ignore my body was ridiculous and pointless.<br><br>I bit my tongue and just breathed until his fingers brushed over my panties and I gasped and pulled away violently without really thinking about it. I berated myself for again pulling away when he touched me but there was little I could do. I steeled myself and tried not to react badly when he touched me again as I knew he would.<br><br>Besides the unease from his hand being far too far south for my comfort pleasure was ripping threw my body and a small moan escaped my lips when I wasn't paying attention and trying to stay silent. I snapped my mouth shut and bit my lower lip so hard I could taste blood in my mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 08:17:58</strong>
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				The slight tinkling of chain from her manacles gave her away. He had her on the run. It was just a matter of time.<br><br>His lips slowly drawing her nipple and that clip in and out of his mouth. His tongue painting sensation that would make a nun cry out in church. He was attacking her on two fronts, trying to prod her to get what she wanted and break her bitchy you can't touch this mode without once beating it into her.<br><br>She had to know that Tristan GoodFellow wanted her raw and open. He would not kill her soul or rob her of who she was. He would guide her into this. Take her to places she could only imagine. <br><br>He fanned the flames in her breasts. His touch alive. Her body hot. So hot she was burning the tips of his fingers. Jalapeno hot.<br><br>His hand found it impossible to stay in one place as she gasped and moved away. He kept it there and let her calm.&nbsp; Enjoying her fear, her reaction. It showed she had good sense. <br><br>The tough guy was more a front to prevent anyone from looking underneath that hard surface. Or her shorts.<br><br>&nbsp;His fingers moved lower. Dipping into her warm cliff. Making lazy circles against her hiding clit. He was a piece of thin material from her pussy. <br><br>It was almost time to shed the shorts. When he felt her hips rock to the beat of his stirring. Then those shorts would drop in a pile around her feet.<br><br>For now, he tried to tease her smoldering fire into an open flame. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 09:01:01</strong>
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				"please" I mona softly crying out for mercy. My body was battling trying to surender to him and mind was overwhelmed with lust and painting picture before my eyes I didn't know I could even imagine. I felt like I was dying my body was on fire yerning for his every touch.<br><br>I growned and shook my head as his fingertips made slow circles against the past of me I'd protected fo so long. I wished I could be pissed at him, even hate him, but it was impossible when the touch inspired such amazing sensation that if I was a diffrent girl I would have begged him for more. I could feel the dampness there and rolled my hips to try to put some distance between myself and his fingers. At least that what I told myself I was doing when on instince my hips started to move against his fingertips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 22:47:05</strong>
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				Her voice a whispered plea which he was determined to answer. He felt her body pay the price for her resistance. She might not have known what was going to happen but parts of her wanted to have more of what he was offering at the moment.&nbsp; He could not deny her. <br><br>He swirled her nipple with his tongue before finally letting her breast slip out of his mouth. As the light breeze from the vent reached her wet nipple he slowly kissed and nibbled up her breast. His hand teasing her other caught in the clip. <br><br>His fingers stroking steadily against nub, teasing her maiden head to life under a gentle assault of rabid desire.&nbsp; He spent minutes in silent indulgence, swirling his fingers tips against her clit only to make an undesirable discovery. All of this tapering and coaxing her into arousal was having a profound effect on him. <br><br>Kissing her neck was evoking a pulsing heat that he could not lightly ignore. He was finding it hard to control his own reactions as he chewed and nipped along the places above her collar that was meant to burst her body into flames. His mouth suddenly capturing hers. His arm bringing her against his chest. His hand stroking deeper, sawing tenderly against the fabric of her panties. Forcing the material between her pussy lips as two of his fingers carefully rimmed her untried slit. <br><br>She was the subject of his close attentions. He meant to engulf her in such carnal need that nothing else would matter but what he was doing to her.&nbsp; The way he was doing to her. The stroking along every flaming nerve with the heady masculine musk of his body.&nbsp; Marking her with his scent for her to remember and connect his heat with the delicious charged feelings assaulting her from everywhere he touched. <br><br>He felt the shorts drop past his hand on their way to the floor but he gave that no more notice. As he intensified his sizzling attacks against her wanton sex and her breasts. Slowly he released her lips from the kiss he'd pressed to her. Nothing more than a kiss this time. But next time she would have more.&nbsp; <br><br>Of everything. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 23:32:11</strong>
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				It felt like I was in hell doorway being tempted to come inside, it wasn't fair something so wrong could feel so good. My will power was in tatters around me, shredded by his assult and my desire in turn. His lips moved up m body nipping and kissing along my neck and a rush of heat overtook me, a moan escaping my lips.<br><br>I squeezed my eyes shut for no other reason then if I couldn't see it maybe I could pretend it was something else. His kiss surprised me and my eyes flew open. I found myself pressed against his chest while his fingers worked along my panties making my knees weak. <br><br>I felt the last bit of restrain slip away from me, I was falling into hell and wasn't sure if I cared anymore. My shorts slide down my legs and I didn't care, simply stepping out of them and kicking them away when they reached my feet. My hips moved seemingly on there own seeking the pleasure his fingers were imparting so liberally.<br><br>His kiss ended and I felt in a daze, overcome but sensations. My breathing was eratic and small sounds of pleasure pasted my lips unimpeded. I'd lost but fleetingly I wondered if this could really be counted as losing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 01:35:05</strong>
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				His mouth tasting and planting kisses along the high voltage wire that was the line of her neck. He could feel every small movement that escaped from her control. Her pace so disheveled he could not keep pace with her any more. <br><br>His hand moved from her breast momentarily. Arm extended to the wall releasing the leash from the ring with a quiet click. He slowly lowered it down her back where his arm rested as he cradled her to him. His want so heady he was taking garbled breaths.&nbsp; <br><br>His fingers at the inner seam of her panties. A tug to the wad stuffed just inside the valley of her slit. Slipping the fabric to one side, gathered against the other along her crease. Exposing her to the heated air around them. Opening her fresh wet cunt to the light brush of his finger tips across her welcoming flesh. <br><br>Touching her, Painting her pussy with hellish gentleness. He was teasing all the burning unrelieved desire he could get from her very&nbsp; soul. He was evoking terrible flames of need so great he too was feeling that scalding heat.<br><br>His voice a rumble at her ear. Barely audible with his own want.<br><br>"There's more," He reassured her with a deep hungry kiss.<br><br>He lifted her in his arms to take her to the middle of her bed. One hand cradling her against him. The other brushing and thrumming her pussy. A moment later he brought her carefully to the edge of the bed and lay her on her back. He was inches from her lips. His fingers teasing and offering her more.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 03:00:21</strong>
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				His lips against my neck felt like fire and before I realized what I was doing I was leaning my head to the side to give him better access to it. His hand moved away from my breast and I heard the soft click of the leash as he freed me from the wall.<br><br>'You could get away' a small voice whispered but as he exposed me to the air and brushed again my sensitive flesh with his fingertips all thoughts except those concentrating on the pleasure overwhelming my being fled. I gasped and moaned deep in my throat as he touched me pleasure ripping threw my body robbing me of breath.<br><br>His voice husky and deep met my ears "There's more" he said like a promise and I felt my pulse jump, I wanted more, at that moment I never wanted him to stop. His kiss was hungry and deeper then before and I met it with abandon kissing him back for a moment.<br><br>He lifted me into his arms and I leaned into him relishing in the pleasure he was giving me. He laid me carefully on the bed. My arms were pinned under me as I laid there on my back. He so close to me, his fingertips still caressed me sending ripples of sensations threw me. I should have been scared but I could summon no fear of him, all I felt was want and desire and an eagerness I couldn't explain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 06:23:53</strong>
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				He could not resist her young lips full of promise. He was living an echo, unable to stop, her lips so close, inviting him. He pressed against those waiting lips with his own. Slowly he opened his mouth, his tongue tracing along her lips. Pressing to enter her. Offering her the promise of something delicious and dangerously sensual with his tongue.<br><br>His hand at her breasts with fire enough to start a small country into a torch. She seemed to move urgently with each new taste he offered her. He wanted her to desire. He wanted her to purr every time she thought of her bed, the wall, the leash, manacles, nipple clamps and the sound of his voice.&nbsp; All of it or any combination a trigger for the wet he felt at his finger tips. <br><br>His finger along her heated wet folds. Her body an accomplice in his lust. <br><br>Moving her panties down her leg and over her ankle. His hand stroking up and keeping her thighs open. Encouraging her to open more as he suckled her nipple gently. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 07:49:06</strong>
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				He kissed me again while his hands worked magic on my body that left me trembling, hungry for more. His tongue slide across my lips in a sensual caress urging me to part my own and I did so without hesitation, daringly my tongue reached out to caress his.<br><br>Desire what running rampent through my body. I felt my panties slide down my leg and gave little thought to it other then that now they wouldn't be in the way. His subtle encouragement for me to open myself to him was met eagerly. I bent my knees and parted my thighs opening fully to him.<br><br>All rational thought had left me, I was a mass of sensations yearning for his every touch, eager to partake in what he was offering me. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 08:38:19</strong>
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				He was sure she was quivering under him as his hand slipped to the back of his neck and he grabbed the collar of his shirt. It came over his head on demand as he raise from her briefly. From left arm to right arm in a wave so as to arrange the heat he was stoking in her to burn hotter still. <br><br>He lay against her. Giving her newly revealed body burning heat of his own. His fingers capturing her soft folds and rimming her pussy as his thumb stroked her clit. Open. Begging silently. <br><br>His fingers of one hand tracing the heat on her pinched nipple. Tangling desire with discomfort, mingling in a flavor to destroy any last reservation. <br><br>He kissed down her body. tracing the line that his hand had followed earlier. heating those places burning quietly. He mouth her soft sweet mound. <br>Her aroma an aphrodisiac he was charge into her clit with the tender stroke of his tongue. <br><br>His finger slipping along the inner edge of her heat as he licked and suckled her clit to arousal. His fingers touching her pussy where his mouth and tongue did not. He began to dip into her with his tongue and lap her sweet nectar into his mouth.<br><br>He felt her nipples harden more and her knees spread. He bullied his shoulders between her thighs knowing when she erupted in her first orgasm there would be no stopping those legs unless he settled between her now. <br><br>He was panting hard and his hips were rocking gently. His balls in knots and he knew there would be hell to pay tomorrow. But he wanted this with her. He wanted her now. <br><br>His fingers moved and both hands were extracting as much contact with her breasts as he could stir in her. He was ready to remove those clips once she was in full hard climax.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 10:28:40</strong>
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				His shirt when over his head and I marveled at his body, he seemed so much bigger then me, stronger. The heat of his body against mine left me feeling scorched. His talented fingers played havoc on my body leaving me panting and uttering soft moans of pleasure.<br><br>His lips left a burning path down my body making me shutter. As his mouth and tongue started to move against the most sensitive part of me I ached and threw back my head moaning loudly as pleasure ripped threw my body more intense then anything I'd felt yet. <br><br>His tongue continued it's assult and his hands moved once again to my breasts. I was panting loudly feeling like a clock wound too tight. Without warning my whole body tightened and a wave of pleasure like nothing I could have imagined washed over me, I cried out from the intensity of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 22:16:22</strong>
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				Her gasping and moaning had his tongue thrusting into her cunt as deep as he could without breaking her barrier. He stirred inside her as his mustache rode over her clit bud. He moves his bearded jaw back and forth to spread her open and send shocking messages right into her body as his groan rumbled against her pussy.<br><br>He felt her suddenly stiffen and he knew. His mouth capturing her cunt as he suckled her excited folds. His fingers on those clips and at the very arpeggio, the peak of her soprano he did nothing more than open those jaws around her nipples and let the blood flow.<br><br>One hand cupping her breasts carefully. The other under her hips lifting her as he rode the burning trail up and into her terrible first climax. <br><br>Her involuntary cries and inner convulsings stiffened his cock into titanium piping. His heart beat pounding thru his body. He was huffing hot breaths into the flow of her nectar as she tried to drowned him in her first step from her innocent youth.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He wanted nothing less then to fuck her right there. It wasn't clear thinking that save him.&nbsp; He simply was unable to move from his position to get to her. As the moments passed and he focused on spiriting her down slowly the opportunity was lost.<br><br>He kissed up her body slowly. His kilt askew and hanging off the nearest bed post by the sporran belt. His cock flag poled and a throbbing nightmare of sensitivity. It was enough to have her feel his powerful shaft against her as she cooled.<br><br>His mouth gentle licked and kissed her breast then the other. The hand from her hips releasing her wrist from the manacles under her before moving up her back to hold her to him.&nbsp; He kissed her neck and blew hot breaths where moisture gathered letting the cool of the room do the rest.<br><br>Letting her come to her room and his attention slowly. There was no need to rush into something else. Not when these next few moments mattered so much to them both. <br><br>A crease of a smile curled gently along his lips. His eyes looking into hers reassuring her he was there with her and everything was alright as he waited for her to focus.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 23:32:30</strong>
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				The first few moment after I just laid there completely still save for the rise and fall of my chest as I panted softly and tried to get my breathing back to some sibilance of normal. I savored the last few waves for pleasure that rocked my body as they petered off.<br><br>I could feel Goodfellow moving above me, his lips trailing up my body sending delisous little streaks of pleasure threw me making me smile softly. The rustle of fabric drew my attention enough to motivate me to open my eyes. His skirt, I shook my head and laughed softly, no Kilt was handing over the bed post.<br><br>I admired his body for a moment, marveling at the beauty of him for a moment. The heat of his manhood against me sent a shiver of fear threw me, it was like ice down my back destroying some of the soft, floaty, cloud like feeling I'd been having.<br><br>His mouth moved to my breasts distracting me and I felt his hand leave my hips and the manacles were released. I propped myself up as he held me against him his lips against my neck sending slight shivers of pleasure threw me. <br><br>My eyes met his, a soft smile gracing my face. I looked content and peaceful an expression far gentler then anything I'd worn yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 01:45:47</strong>
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				Tristan lay against her keeping his full weigh of his body off her. She was glistening in flushed curves and breaking out in blossoming after glow of sensual satisfaction. His grinned and kissed her nose to tease her.<br><br>His hand massaging her back. The cradling and supporting her.&nbsp; He would not take her tonight no matter what. This was the time to tease and play. He wanted her wet every time she thought about putting on panties or taking them off. He wanted her to have an entirely different reaction when told she was to report to Mr. GoodFellow's office, he was waiting. <br><br>He wanted her breathless as he bent to her ear and spoke softly to her even if it was good morning. That was what tonight was about. Tonight was about trust and exploration. The beginnings of both. <br><br>Tomorrow would be about her academic career. He was so curious to find out what she wanted he had to remind himself not to ask.&nbsp; <br><br>But when he looked into her eyes, deep into them, he was compelled. Leaning closer. His eyes never leaving hers as his mouth covered her lips in a hard promise of so much more. His tongue offering as he opened. Wanting her tongue, wanting to taste her mouth again and have her taste her hot juice in his mouth. Pleasure with the throbbing of her nipples as a earth beat to her light shallow breaths.<br><br>There would be more. As much as she wanted more of tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 02:44:26</strong>
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				His smiled and kissed my nose and I laughed turning my head away playfully, smiling. It felt so nice to be held in his arms and have his hand rub my back. Some how even after he'd pushed me to lose myself to him I felt safe in her arms. Given a few more minutes I could have curled up and fallen asleep cradled there against him.<br><br>He dipped his head and with his eyes looking deep into mine his lips covered mine in a hard kiss. I parted my lips and hesitantly touched my tongue to his, kissing him back softly. Without thinking about it I wrapped an arm around his neck and playing my fingertips lightly threw the hair at the base of his neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 03:53:05</strong>
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				Her kissing. She returned to his lips and tongue eagerly.&nbsp; It was the kind of kiss that the universe build galaxies on. The kind of kiss that could withstand gravity. The kind that was open without any hidden agendas.<br><br>His arms gathered her to him and teased her tongue into his mouth.&nbsp; Taking her along slowly thru these breath taking minutes.&nbsp; He groaned in pleasure as he felt her arms against him, her fingers at his neck. She hit the right spot and he moved against her.<br><br>He guided her as a lover for now they were. Turning his head he offered her more places to touch. He wanted her curious. Unafraid. Unashamed. <br><br>But mostly right now he wanted her. Her touch and the soft press of her body. Her moans and sighs that guided him to the source of her passion. The embers that smoldered beneath her placid surface and the crashing waves along his.<br><br>It was the kiss. It was these minutes. It was this girl.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 04:23:42</strong>
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				The kiss went on and on and I sighed softly as I ran my fingertips through his hair. I never wanted this to end. My tongue teased along him exploring his mouth and I felt daring and giddy as we kissed. He groaned as I playing my fingertips across the back of his neck and I smiled pleased beyond reason.<br><br>Slowly I slide my other hand up his chest and over his shoulders relishing the feel of his skin under my fingertips. I could have easily spend the next twenty minutes sliding my hands over every inch of him. But inside I wrapped my arm loosely around his neck and pressing my body closer to his loving the feel of his skin against mine, the feel of the heat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 05:00:12</strong>
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				He kissed her neck and felt the friction and heat that was a bonfire around them. She moved against him. Another surprise which he answered by slipping his hand to cup her ass cheek. Lifting her hips slightly. <br><br>He teased the edge of her ear with his tongue as he whispered permission, "Any where you want to touch."<br><br>He slowly moved a few inches back and forth across her pussy with his hard cock. Just riding across her spread lips like a sausage on a bun.<br><br>"OH,... you feel so good," He held her tighter wanting her more as she touched him.&nbsp; He could breath tomorrow morning. He could do everything tomorrow morning. Tonight he was with her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 07:05:05</strong>
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				I moaned softly, feeling a curl of heat wrap around my body. his whispered permission was all I needed and I slipped my hands down his back. I trailed my agile fingertips over his back exploring every inch of him relishing the feel of the powerful man.<br><br>His cock moved against me and I moaned again deeper this time arching slightly, moving my hips just a bit courting the sensation. My hands moved around his waist and up over his abs. My fingertips traced patterns over his skin as I explored his body without shame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 07:34:46</strong>
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				"Oh yes... please," He encouraged an octave lower. <br><br>It was exciting. Her fingers so eager and unreserved. So new and inquisitive. He encouraged her free exploration moving slightly this way or that to give hands and fingers enough perch for unrestricted contact. <br><br>He kissed her neck as he felt her moan. Giving her the contact of his stiff hard shaft across her pussy. Brushing pressure without penetration. He would not take her tonight. There was other pleasures he wanted her to enjoy first. Even if it killed him.<br><br>They were laying across the width of the bed and she was under him. He wanted to lay length wise and eventually on their sides but not just yet. Her hips were simply to inviting to refuse. He would keep her under him for now. See if her curiosity or lust wins and he eats her again or she has her first taste of cock.<br><br>Nuzzling her as he held her close once again. He kissed her hair at her temple and whispered, "Hold tight we're turning."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 07:53:10</strong>
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				His voice encouraging me was thrilling and pleased me more then I was willing to admit. He kissed along my neck and I leaned my head to the side to give him better access the feel of his lips against me was exciting. The feel of his cock rubbing against me was sending ribbons of heat through my body rekindling the fire that had only just begun to cool.<br><br>He told me to hold on and my wondering hands stopped roaming and I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled up at him. Unable to keep still, my fingertips played across the back of his neck and down his back slightly as I held on to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 09:00:50</strong>
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				He grinned and kissed her teasingly before he brought her against his body tight. His hand along her ass cheeks and his other supporting her back. He moved them both easily to the length of the bed so they could stretch out.<br><br>"Yes, move like that, Astrid. You feel so good. " He told her as he kissed her neck settling her on the mattress carefully underneath him without pulling his cock out from her heat totally.<br><br>&nbsp;He moved his hips across her slowly again. Back and forth as the heat had his cock throbbing and swelling. He was panting, his voice a whisper as he kissed at that spot just below her ear.&nbsp; <br><br>"Tell me what you want?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 09:47:44</strong>
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				He moved us settling us longways across the mattress. He encouraged me to move and I did letting my hands roam down his back. I moved them lower then before gripping his ass soft before moving back up.<br><br>He rubbed against me making me moan softly, my body seemed to come more alive with every passing moment. <br><br>He whispered in my ear asking my what I wanted. "I don't know" I said sounding unsure "more" I said a bit desperately arching up pressing the length of my body against him.<br><br>I didn't want to think, I just wanted to feel. I knew once I started thinking it would be over, but as long as I stayed here, floating, too overwhelmed by sensations to think I could tell myself this was a laps. But if I started thinking I couldn't deny it anymore and I'd have to stop or admit what I was doing and I wasn't ready to do so yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 00:02:40</strong>
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				He was gulping bits of air trying to keep from thrusting into her with each breath. He felt her roaming hands. He groaned as her hands clenched at his ass cheeks and he tightened them for her. She was getting braver. His chest and now his ass and he wanted her fearless tonight.&nbsp; So very fearless he could taste it as he listened to her the heat of her response.<br><br>Her reply so wanting, a beg which he had no choice but to answer.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes," he whispered mouthing along her ear with kisses. "Yours."<br><br>His hand at the small of her back to keep her moving into full contact as she pressed against him. He rocked his hips sliding along her gasping need. Riding the slick folds that had been damp moment before. He groaned with that heated contact as he felt her become thirty pulling at him for more.<br><br>His other hand pressing her breasts one at a time to build her inexperienced anticipation. He took his time cupping and rolling each of her nipples. Turning that contact into the very bonfire that had them gathering into cones earlier. <br><br>He would indulge her with everything she wanted that was more yet not everything that was more. He pressed his hard throbbing cock down on her hiding clit and along her pussy in a slow terrible stroke as he held her.&nbsp; Warming her eagerness so that the wish would be so hideous a want that she could do nothing but throw herself against him. All without entering her. <br><br>Pumping his liquid steel cannon along her mine field of sensation. Jangling every nerve in her body as she peeled his sheath and had his engorged cock head spitting pre-cum to mix with her sweet elixir along the hollow of her thighs.<br><br>He was groaning in hunger as he pulled her tight against him with each thrust. Giving her more contact as each time he sliced along her heated passion then relaxing his grip as he pull back across her again. His mouth kissing up and down her neck. Chewing her shoulder carefully. <br><br>He wanted to hear every small sound she was making as he pumped against her soft wanton pussy and unmercifully tormented her curious breasts. Wondering what she was feeling and trying his damnedest to give her that much more. Something about her that made him want her. Her fragrance, her attitude, her lust, he wanted to unbridle all of her to set her free from the strangling control she had on herself so that she could be and feel everything.<br><br>Pushing her into another climax. This time with more feeling. This time getting her use to heavy contact with his stiff hard thrusts without penetration.&nbsp; Letting her imagine how much more dizzying heat she would be bathing in each time he slammed into her to her core when he took her.&nbsp; Showing her why she wanted him that way.<br><br>He was bowing up more urgently with his own building heat. She was killing him with her quivering starts and soft melody. He fought the need to take her right there, gulping to keep miserable as the tensing of his groin had him all but coiling to release. He could barely get the garbled word from his mouth to guide her into her impossible explosion.<br><br>"Yessss..." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 11:17:03</strong>
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				It came again swiftly and without warning, the clenching of my body and the rush of pleasure so intense it seemed to make everything that was happening seem so achingly perfect.<br><br>Without reservation I cried out a wordless cry of passion and pulled him closer my hands gripping his shoulders tightly and my legs wrapping around his waist. I held onto him like he was the only solid thing in the world as dizzying sensations rushed threw my body overwhelming what little control I had left to me.<br><br>"oh god" I moaned softly as the sensations started to lessen after what seemed like an eternity. My grip on his shoulders lessened and I slid my hands over his body and smiled feeling simply happy, a rare emotion for me. Sliding my hands down his chest I lean up and kissed softly along his shoulder for no other reason then I wanted to feel his skin under my lips and to taste him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 21:06:14</strong>
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				He felt her suddenly spring against him as if something had broken loose inside her and she was helpless to do anything else. Her legs around his hips as he matched her blow for blow. Crushing her to his chest as she clenched onto his shoulders and screamed in triumph.<br><br>His cock dripping with her release he had to be careful not to slide into her. Although his rebellious engorged cock head had pressed against her untried virginity several times accidentally as waves of her climax changed her thrusts and he caught her just right. He had been able to resist. <br><br>With her it called for a medal as he let her down slowly wanting the after glow to linger much longer as she released her claws from his back. Her head moved to his chest before he could kiss her but the moans and sighs that followed were well worth it. Slow touch against his chest before her lips teased his shoulder.<br><br>He groaned and held her tight as his savage pipe begged for release he would not allow. His eyes closed as he kissed hair and moved to give her more contact for that kiss. At that moment he wanted her lips and tongue against the heat he was radiating. <br><br>But all things must come to an end so that another can begin. Tristan GoodFellow snuggled her against his full length. Her legs still wrapped around his hips and she cooled. He liked that very much. <br><br>His hand brushed her cheek tenderly. His desire had not diminished with their hard work. A sheen of sweat coated her neck. He kissed the sweet hollow of her shoulder and looked into her eyes.<br><br>It had been the right amount of everything. A lesson so powerful he did not think she would soon forget the taste of what he offered. This was not reward. This was passion, the suffering of powerful unrepentant emotions.&nbsp; Addictive as food and drink to the soul.&nbsp; <br><br>The promise in his eyes said this lesson would continue often. Evolving into a full blown lust for which there was no escape. There were things she had to learn before she would be permitted this lesson again. So that there was time to enjoy her passion without rushing thru anything to reach it.&nbsp; <br><br>That was for tomorrow. Now as she cooled against him, he offered her time to talk with him. Allowing her to get what information she might think necessary.&nbsp; <br><br>The bath would be after he left her.&nbsp; Although he loathed leaving her, it was school policy. It afforded students the opportunity to break as many rules as possible and get caught so often that they would become use to the harsh discipline of their owners well before they were placed.&nbsp; Everything had a reason here. Everything. <br><br>He rubbed her back as he tried to take a deep breath but it scalded him.<br><br>"Oh, so good," He mumbled offering her the opening to reply. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 08:32:37</strong>
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				I nodded my agreement as I curled up against him feeling completely contented. My body felt tired in that peaceful languish way you'd feel after a long hike or a marathon. A glance at the clock told me it was late and far to late to do any of the things I planned not that I really had the energy anymore anyway.<br><br>"I'm tired" I said sounding fuzzy closing my eyes for a moment smiling lightly. I wondered vaguely if he'd stay all night and without my usual reservation the question was out of my mouth before the thought finished. "Will you stay?" I asked opening my eyes looking up at him innocently sliding my hand down his arm.<br><br>Somehow I didn't think he'd stay. I could feel even in my languish state some of my senses returning and it was like two personality's fighting for dominance and the one he was holding in his arms was slowly starting to slip away. My face closed off the smile slipping away into an indifferent look and after a moment I closed my eyes and pulled away.<br><br>"I have class in the morning." I said in a flat voice slipping away from him and standing up. Without looking back at him I went to my closet and pulled out a royal blue satin robe it was too short for my purposes only reaching to mid thigh but it was the only robe I had to I slipped it on. Sitting down on one of the chairs I started brushing my hair needed to do something normal. <br><br>I felt so out of control, I yearned to slip back onto the bed with him and curl up in his arms but that was the last thing I would let myself do. I needed time and space to think and digest what had happened today. I felt like everything that was me had been stripped away in a matter of hours and it scared me.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think I should get some sleep" I said quietly without turning to look at him. I couldn't look at him what fragile grasp on control I had, I knew he could shatter if he wanted to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 19:20:25</strong>
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				<br>She was vulnerable and completely herself. He could not deny the pleasure he was experiencing laying with her.&nbsp; It was worth the case of raging blue balls denial had gotten him. Her question echoed his desire. <br><br>He very much wanted to stay curled up with her tonight. He very much wanted to shower with her. It was not unreasonable to propose arousal in that shower and relieving his pent up tension without taking her. He wanted all of it. His body screamed for it but not tonight. <br><br>"Tomorrow's your big first day, I won't stay tonight," He did not bother stating school policy. It was important for her to know that he made his own decisions for them both. But he enjoyed her touch along his arm and he kissed her nose teasing.<br><br>He expected her to clamshell soon, protection against his control. It would give her peace of mind without interfering with any of her training. <br><br>He turned away and he knew she was calling back her scattered remnants of resistance. The flat tone about class tomorrow launched her from his arms. He turned his head to watch her undulate to the closet. Her skin glistening. Her hips swaying gently with each step. Her nipples still perked and rising to the beat of her movement. He could not take his eyes off her even as he sat on the side of the bed reaching for his kilt. <br><br>She sat in a chair the robe around her and he wanted nothing more than to bring her back to the bed. Not tonight. He stood the kilt around his waist. The sporran hid his throbbing cannon. The shirt draped over his shoulder as though it were a towel.<br><br>"Yes, a good nights sleep seems in order," He replied calmly speaking to her&nbsp; back.<br><br>He breached the distance between them in two strides. Ignoring the brush he took a handful of her hair. Turning her head gently to face him as he bent and covered her lips. His other hand slipped under the robe cupping and massaging her breasts. It was a long hard kiss meant to take her breath away and shatter any control she was trying to reassemble. <br><br>He released her slowly his eyes gentle, telling her there was more waiting. Her heated fragrance hung lightly his sweated body. He would be taking a shower not to wash her off although that would happen but a cold shower to calm down.<br><br>"I'll see you tomorrow," He said confident that she would and stepped to the door. <br><br>His hand on the door knob and spoke without turning around. "Oh, I'll be busy all day so come round to the office after dinner promptly at 5.&nbsp; You can collect your purse and whatever is in it then."<br><br>"Sleep well, tah tah!" With that he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.<br><br>He stepped off towards his office wearing a grin. It had been a great start to her training. She would be well worth the time and effort he would ensure she received. The focus of her initial training was to immerse her in his presence. <br><br>He left it for her to discover. She wore his masculine musk on her body, her covers and pillow of her bed, the leash hanging on the wall ring, and with her purse on her mind.&nbsp; He had marked her and her room. <br><br>Tristan GoodFellow planned to do nothing with it. Contraband aplenty he was sure but what fun would that be. He wanted her to worry. He wanted her to be agitated and annoyed. It pleased him to think that she would be bothered that he had her purse in his possession. Possibly imagining all kinds of things he might do to the purse or to her.&nbsp; <br><br>None of which was the case. He would simply place it in the locker with his training equipment tonight and be done with it. It was the vehicle, the impetus that would propel her to his office promptly at 5 tomorrow evening. And hopefully if she was like other women in which purses were as life itself and contained all manner of useful equipment, would go nowhere without it then she would fret terribly until 5 tomorrow. <br><br>He stepped into his office. There was enough light streaming in from the window for him to see the purse where she had dropped it when they struggled. He scooped it up and placed it carefully in the locker as if it were some holy grail.&nbsp; <br><br>Secretly, he hoped it was.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 20:22:23</strong>
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				The final kiss had irritated me beyond words. I told myself as he grabbed my hair I wouldn't respond to hm and still I'd kissed him back melting against him having the insane desire to wrap my arms around him, hold him close and prolong his stay. <br><br>But as irritated as the kiss had made me was nothing compared to that fact that the man had my purse. I wasn't like most girls I had no illusions that my purse was secret 'Owner' had just loved going threw them once the girls started carrying them but I kept a few personal items in it I desperately wanted right now. <br><br>My ipod jumped to mind but I had my laptop and all my music there but my mothers ring was on my key chain resting quietly waiting for me. I'd always drawn strength from that simple band of silver and I wanted it now, that I couldn't have till tomorrow evening and possibly not even then had me pacing my room like a caged animal.<br><br>I strode to my closet and found a pack of cigarettes nestled among the folds of fabric. My lighter one of my favorites was in my purse irritating me further but I had another in one of my socks. After a few minutes I was taking a deep drag and relaxing some what. While smoking I looked threw my clothes and pulled out a black tank top and a pair of boxers one of the girls had given me long ago that were worn and comfortable.<br><br>Slipping on the night clothes I went to my bed but the disheveled look of the bed wasn't in the least comforting. Needing to be ride of the feel of Goodfellow in my room I pulled the bedding off with a vengeance and shoved it under the bed. The leash on the wall was un-clipped then thrown towards the bed falling short was then kicked under the bed to join the bedding.<br><br>Stripping the pillow cases from the pillows I shoved them under as well and found an old blanket in my stuff. It smelled of smoke and the perfume I love comforting in an odd way. I tried to lay down and sleep but even as tired as I was sleep didn't come.<br><br>I curled up in the chair and opened my laptop and with a sigh started writing the journal entry I'd been hoping to put off. Putting everything in words felt like I was cutting into myself punishing myself for what I'd let myself do. I was still conflicted there was no point in denying that sexually Goodfellow was extremely appealing not to mention talented but I didn't want it. In my mind that was all that mattered. <br><br>Chain smoking for an hour not bothering to open a window not caring if I was caught I finished my entry and fell asleep curled up in the chain the blanket wrapped around me and the laptop open on the table&nbsp; beside me music playing softly coming from the laptops speakers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:27:07</strong>
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				It was late when Charlotte stepped into the room.&nbsp; It was dark and she didnt want to disturb her room mate but she couldnt stop the tears.&nbsp; She collapsed to the floor, crying, her head in her arms.&nbsp; She couldnt stop the tears.&nbsp; She was naked, her shoulders hurt, she was covered in the angry red welts.&nbsp; She wanted to go home, she wanted to feel someone actually care for her.&nbsp; She needed to feel arms around her.&nbsp; But there were none forthcoming.&nbsp; Charlie sat there and sobbed, her body shaking as she wept.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:37:00</strong>
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				I'd always slept light the moment the door opened my eyes opened though I held still used to faking sleep. The moment I heard crying I snapped fully awake and snapped on the light next to the chair were I had been sleeping.<br><br>The moment I saw the girl naked and covered in fresh welts burning anger rushed through me. I felt foolish for not realizing something bad had happend to her when she didn't show up but I'd been consumed by my own problems.<br><br>Getting up quickly I snatched my robe off the back of the chair and crossed the room. Kneeling down next to her and draped the light satin across her back figuring as shy as she was she'd welcome the clothing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:42:52</strong>
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				Feeling the robe across her skin Charlie looked at Astrid, "I wann....a go home" she sobbed, "I tried to ....run away" she whispered.&nbsp; She shook her head, she couldnt stop the tears.&nbsp; "This is...an evil....place" she whispered, her eyes red and swollen, "dungeons..under the school." She told her, "dont upset HER, please whatever yiu do dont upset her." She fell towards Astrid then, sobbing once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:00:25</strong>
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				I caught Charolotte careful not to touch the welts too much but from the glance at her bare body said there wouldn't be much chance of her not being in great pain for several day at the very least. <br><br>I tried to digest what she'd said, she was the very last person I expected to try to run, but they always said it was the quiet ones who suprise you. I admired her courage to try. "I know" I said quietly acknowledging that I knew everything that she was telling me. "don't worry about anything right now, you need to rest, I'm sure more will come before the week is over." I said sounding a bit defeated. Pushing the melancholy away I stood up and helped reached down to help Charolotte to her feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:08:50</strong>
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				Charlie got to her feet with Astrid's help and looked at her.&nbsp; She gave her a small smile, her shoulders were still hurting from being in those chains.&nbsp; She was so tired, but she was scared to sleep.&nbsp; What might tomorrow bring?&nbsp; "I'm scared to sleep." She admitted, "I dont know whether to shower, they really sting, but the water might make them worse" she said, sitting on her bed, "I'm sorry to wake you" she was more under control now, able to speak properly.<br><br>"I cant beleive what she can do.&nbsp; And the fact she gets away with it." she told Astrid, her eyes haunted by the pain she had felt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:30:50</strong>
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				I felt bad for the girl, she reminded me of the little kids 'owner' would bring home so young and innocent and completely crushed when they learned how mean the world could be.<br><br>I smiled softly when she said she was scared to sleep. "You need to sleep, trust me. I think a show will have to wait till tomarrow it's hurt like hell right now." I help the girl to her bed and went to my closet once I got her settled and look to see if I still had any of the cream I used to sooth bad bruises and cuts. Finding it I crossed the room again and sat down on the edge of her bed a few feet from her. "don't feel bad about waking me I was having a terrible dream and besides I would have been extremely sore if I'd slept in the chair all night." I said with a light smile trying to lighten the mood somewhat.<br><br>When Charolotte spoke about not believing what Shaw did I shook my head slowly, "Don't make the mistake of thinking you can trust any of the staff here Charolotte. There here to train you. All they care about is that you become what they want to mold you into. The methods may be diffrent but they're meant to make you bend one way or another." <br><br>I slowly unscrewed the top of the jar and the smell of lavender sented the area. "This should help." I said placing the jar between the two of us.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:37:50</strong>
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				Charlotte smiled at Astrid, "I do not think we can trust anyone.&nbsp; Except maybe each other" she wasnt even sure about that at the moment, she hardly knew Astrid.&nbsp; "You might have to do my back, she wouldnt let him whip below my waist for some reason" she told her, still puzzing that strange occurance.&nbsp; "There was another student there, the boy, Zachery, she had him chained to a large wheel thing.&nbsp; He was naked too" she told her, rubbing the cream into her breasts gently.&nbsp; <br><br>"What happened to you? He seemed quite nice that teacher you went with?" she said to her softly, turning so she could rub the cream into her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:57:04</strong>
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				"Maybe," I said vaguely "things will change fast here. People only hold out against people like them for so long and these people are professionals."<br><br>"She probably has more planned for you, she seems the type to prolong a punishment give you time to think it's over then bring it up again. I'm not that surprised about Zachery he I expected to see the inside of the dungeon on the first night."<br><br>"He's not nice" I said sharply sounding cold, caught off guard by her question. I shook my head and reminded myself she'd done nothing wrong in asking and tried to form an answer. "He didn't hurt me in any manner. It could easily be argued he was extremely nice but to me I would rather have taken your lashing then have gone through it." I said not going in to details, I was still trying to rationalize it and spilling my guts to a stranger had never been my style to begin with. Picking up the jar I spread some of the cream on Charollotte's back and rubbed it in as gently as I could.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:06:59</strong>
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				Charlotte could tell whatever had happened to Astrid had not been nice, it went to show how much she knew people.&nbsp; She wouldnt know if they were good or bad.&nbsp; She winced slightly as she felt the girl apply the cream, the welts smarting, "I hope whatever she does it isnt another beating.&nbsp; I really hated it" she did feel for Zach, but she didnt mention anythign else about him.&nbsp; She would speak to him soon.<br><br>When Astrid finished Charlotte smiled at her, "thank you Astrid for this, I needed someone to be here" she hugged her briefly, "If you eve need me, just say I'll help you if I can" she offered, the best thing to do was to put the night behind them and try to sleep.&nbsp; She was afraid what tomorrow might bring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:19:35</strong>
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				I doubted the ingenious Lady Shaw would repeat herself but I didn't voice my theory to the girl not wanting to worry her anymore then she already was.<br><br>I returned the hug awkwardly and stood up screwing the top back onto the jar and putting it away in one of the drawers. I smiled lightly at her offer, I couldn't think of anything she could help me with but kept the offer in the back of my mind "I'll keep that in mind. Get some sleep Charolotte it'll help." I said laying down on my bed. I wasn't tired anymore but I laid down all the same in the vain effort to try to relax. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:23:20</strong>
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				Charlotte smiled and crawled under the covers.&nbsp; She couldnt get comfortable until she rolled onto her side, the covers light and not causing her too much pain.&nbsp; She was tired, she was both physically and mentally exhuasted and she couldnt help but worry over what else might happen.&nbsp; She gulped hard, but she closed her eyes, "night Astrid, thanks" she said quietly, focusing on trying to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:36:29</strong>
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				"'night Charolotte" I said flicking off the light and staring up at the darkened ceiling. My thoughts swirled and exhaustion pulled at my mind, I tried to fight it off and focus on what had just happened. See Charlotte had reminded me in no uncertain terms that this place wasn't nice. Shaw wasn't nice the other teachers were nice and Goodfellow wasn't nice. <br><br>What I told her was true you really couldn't trust anyone. I tapped my fingers feeling restless and tired at the same time. I didn't think I'd ever fall asleep as traumatic as the day had been, but I soon fell into a restless sleep filled with reminders of earlier that day that had me tossing and turning all night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 14:44:04</strong>
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				Charlotte's sleep was very interupted.&nbsp; She just couldnt get comfortble and there was a nagging in the back of her mind, a fear about what the day would bring.&nbsp; In the end she got up at 4.30 and showered.&nbsp; The water stung as it hit the welts and she tried to ignore the pain, washing and preparing herself for the day.&nbsp; She was dreading it.&nbsp; She just knew something awful was going to happen.&nbsp; But she didnt know what.&nbsp; She dressed in a simple sweater and jeans.&nbsp; She had slipped on some plain white panties, but couldnt bear the bra, that had hurt the welts on her front and back.&nbsp; She sat on ehr bed, waiting, was breakfast going to be served, she was hungry having missed dinner last night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 15:40:34</strong>
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				The door to the girls dorm open suddenly and loudly as the back of the metal handle struck the wall behind the door. If the two were not already awake then any pleasant dreams were certainly destroyed at the loud bang. <br><br>As Shaw entered the room she breathed in deeply, there was the scent of lavender in the air, the scent of sex and then some where between the two the acrid smell of old, trapped cigarette smoke. The first two scents did not bother her at all, the first being calming, the second being normal but the third...the third was a rule breaker. Of course she could not truly know which of them had broken the rule but they would both be punished for it later. She would also have a word with Mr Goodfellow later and remind him that his students were not allowed to smoke and were to be punished for such. <br><br>Her gaze settled on Charlotte who was already awake and surprisingly dressed. Well that certainly would not last long.<br><br>"Strip out of your clothing and come with me Charlotte."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 15:49:59</strong>
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				Charlotte starred wide eyed at the door as it opened and the demon of her disjointed sleep stood there.&nbsp; She gulped and knew better than to keep her waiting.&nbsp; She removed her clothes quickly, aware of her nakedness.&nbsp; Charlotte had hoped that her ounishment would be over, but it seemed not.&nbsp; She felt her body shuddering as a wave of fear washed over her.&nbsp; She stood her arms at her side and she tried not to look as terrified as she felt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 20:21:07</strong>
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				Shaw nodded once Charlotte was undressed before turning her attention to Astrid , whether she was asleep or not.<br><br>"I am sure your teacher shall be here for you soon. I suggest you get washed and ready for his audience."<br><br>Her tone was not a shout but spoken in a way that would of woken the dead. Without further a do she left the room and expected Charlotte to follow. In passing she passed a note to one of the students and asked them to have the message passed to the teacher Mr Nailor.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 22:35:33</strong>
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				I rolled my eyes unafraid of Lady Shaw, in fact I rather preferred her. She would have been far easier to predict. I watched the terrified Charlotte and cast her smile that told her she could get threw this. I knew it wasn't much but it was all I could do. <br><br>Dragging myself out of bed I took a quick shower, using cold water as was my preference. Dressed in boy shorts and a matching bra I went threw my closet picking out something to wear. I settled on a pair of blue low rider, hip hugger jeans, a bullet for my valentine band t and a pair of black converse. There were a few inches of belly exposed when I was done dressing but most of my clothes having been bought by 'owner' showed too much skin for my taste, but I was used to it by now.<br><br>Wasting time by blow drying my hair I sulked slightly. I was hoping not to have to see Godfellow until this evening and since I'd planned on skipping the meeting anyway, I'd hoped I wouldn't have to see him at all today save maybe in class and really what could he do during class?<br><br>I dragged a brush threw my hair and added a bit of mouse to tame some of the fly aways and add a bit of body then sat and waited. I grew bored quickly enough and woke up my laptop. While lighting and smoking a cigarette I started adding what happened last night with Charolotte to my journal. <br><br>Writing about Charolotte helped, reminded me fiercely that this place is a training ground and they'll do anything to make you bend. I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out, crossing the room to the window I opened it and flicked the butt onto the grass, wondering vaguely how much longer I'd have to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 00:44:49</strong>
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				<br>Discipline. Tristan GoodFellow had been a fan of strict discipline from the moment he began to notice there were rules and that there were people who did not follow them. He was five at the time. <br><br>He had thought to become a Constable at one point. His future had other plans. Caught in the heat of the moment with friends as they drank more Green King then any 17 year old dare consume, he woke in a bunk at the Commando Training Center Royal Marines Lympstone Devon. Strict discipline became his mantra.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He found his calling in his first pair of chaps. <br><br>He squinted and pressed the button on the clock to stop the shrieking.&nbsp; Rubbing his eyes he slid his feet to the floor and sat on the side of the bed waking up. His hand to the night stand for the steaming cup of tea, two lumps, no cream, waiting for him. <br><br>He blew the steam off before sipping several times. It was up to stretch a quick shower and dress.<br><br>Rolling his shoulders, he slipped his arms easily into the black leather vest that was open wide in the front. The bottom seam came to the top of his black chaps.&nbsp; <br><br>His particular chaps were without a seat or crouch&nbsp; made of sturdy Black leather covering from his hips to the ankles and held up by an integrated 2 inch wide belt. He preferred the long tongue that had no buckle and secured in a knot at his side.<br><br>He eyed the black silk cod piece meant to cover his genitals momentarily and smiled. It was soft and allowed for arousal. It took a little adjusting before his shaft and ball sack was stuffed inside the pouch properly. <br><br>The hob nailed boots spit shined and waiting for him at the foot of his bed as instructed. He inspected the shine before he put them on and stood.<br><br>His hand to the back pack full of many splendid atrocities carefully assembled the night before. One strap over his shoulder, them tipping the cup and drinking the last of the black tea. He was now ready to fetch his student for the assembly this morning.<br><br>The air was decidedly crisp as he stepped out from his building on campus heading towards the dorm where Astrid would be waiting. Not long at all now, he thought, and was glad to begin the first day of the new school year in the spirit of the institution.<br><br>Strict Discipline <br><br>He smiled as he opened the door to the building. A moment later he stood before her room. One knock and he entered. There was a familiar chill in the bed room reminiscent of outside. There were the fragrance in the air as well. One of those was the heavy odor of burning tobacco and spent ash. <br><br>She must have been reading his mind. He was definitely looking forward to their meeting at 5 tonight.&nbsp; <br><br><br>GoodFellow wore a pleasant smile as he saw how Astrid was dressed. It would never do. Easily resolved, he thought to himself as he stepped in and locked the door behind him.<br><br>"Allo allo, I've come round to fetch you for the assembly." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 01:22:30</strong>
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				"yay" I said sarcastically wishing there wasn't lock on the door as he locked us in. During the wait I had figured Charolotte must have something to do with the assembly unless we were all to be paraded naked threw the halls. <br><br>I crossed my arms "odd way to get us there locking the door and all" I said as I remained sitting my legs curled under me. My laptop was still on and I casually flicked it off and activated the password protection before closing it completely. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 05:51:04</strong>
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				"Not as odd as your version of the school uniform or your perfume," GoodFellow added. <br><br>"Do you want choices or are you going to change." He asked full of mischief in his eyes. <br><br>"Did I mention I'm perfectly fine with refusals also?" He offered hopefully. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 06:05:54</strong>
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				"I'm not wearing perfume and if your talking about that white mesh...think, that's not a uniform it's a joke." I said, I'd seen the 'uniform' if it could be called that. A part of me said it's just clothes go change but I forcefully pushed the thought away I wasn't giving a singling solitary inch today.<br><br>"Are your choices and punishments going to be like yesterday? If so you might as well try to chain me to the wall again, I'm not playing your game anymore." I said defiantly lifting my chin slightly, if he thought there would be in bend in me after yesterday he was dead wrong if anything I was more determind not to cowoperate after seeing Charolotte and the disgust I'd felt in myself for what I let myself do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 08:32:13</strong>
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				<br><br>GoodFellow listened patiently.&nbsp; A sparkling link of the leash peeking out from under her bed.<br><br>She appeared angry. Defiant. He reveled in it. It was not easy for her to do after he had her screaming in pleasure only a few hours before. He looked calmly into eyes that flashed fire.<br><br>Rebellious and ready to take on the whole school. How could he argue with that. Especially knowing what would be done this morning.&nbsp; It was a prelude to the visit in his office tonight. <br><br>He had so much to show her and she begged him not to delay. He removed the back pack from his back and opened it on her bed. His hands digging for this and that. Finding what he needed quickly he clipped things on his belt. <br><br>She was absolutely correct. He would place her with her back to the wall. After he manacled her hands behind her back. He planned to set her in the leash and he bent over and picked it up from the floor. <br><br>“My choice again,” He beamed. “Lovely let’s start with manacles and the wall.” <br><br>A split breath. A sudden lunge, and he was on her with the manacles. Next stop the wall.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 08:41:18</strong>
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				I squirmed and kicked this time trying to scratch him. I didn't play nice I tried to hurt every inch of him I could reach. Even once the manacles were on I tried to kick him, squirm away, and run. He was bigger then me unless I was lucky, extremely lucky I wouldn't get away but it was just the act of fighting that proved I had no intention of playing nice today.<br><br>I wasn't lucky, He had my back pressed against the wall far too soon for my taste. I glare at him and kicked out at him defiant even as he had my hands bound behind my back. My hair was a mess around my face, my breathing ragged and uneven, and my heart racing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 22:36:44</strong>
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				Yesterday was the warm up. This morning the newness had worn thin. Her apprehension evolved into righteous rebellion, possibly instigated in part by the additional information gained second hand about the possible types of punishment offered to offenders as seen thru the eyes of one who wish to leave. <br><br>There was a few lines on his arm where her nails dug. He was glad for the high tops of the boots protecting his ankles and shins.&nbsp; Her aim was true and had he been less prepared the outcome might not have been as quick or as successful in placing her where he wished.<br><br>No need to slap her. She had not done anything to deserve it yet. He simply secured her pinch collar to the leash and the leash to the ring on the wall. Staying in close to her body GoodFellow let her kick low so the blows landed against his boots and not higher where she might have done some real damage. He was sure that she would stop soon with the crush of her toes in her tennis shoes against a very solid well padded boot. It had to hurt.<br><br>He went about his securing her as though her attacks were water off a ducks back and had no effect. To emphasis the point of her helplessness he hummed lightly as he set the leash on the right. Appearing not to notice her kicking, but he was keeping count for their meeting at 5pm.<br><br>"Lets put things in good order," GoodFellow said evenly as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. <br><br>His other hand gripping the back pocket of her jeans and pressing her against his body. Letting her feel the heat of his cock as he bent and captured her lips in his mouth. No tongue thrusting into her mouth this time. It was not romance. He swept his tongue along her lips tasting the bitter remains of her cigarettes. <br><br>He was all about strict discipline and he did enjoy punishment but it was so much more gratifying to punish offenders caught with the smoke stain still on their mouths. It was the case now.&nbsp; She was busted.&nbsp; <br><br>He pulled away from her mouth. A brow cocked like he was surprised as his hands went to her t.&nbsp; He liked her taste in music already if the t was any sample of it and regretted not listening to her ipod. Moral scruples had gotten in the way. <br><br>"Ah, Mangalore Ganesh Beedies. Wonderful fags. Exotic perfume. And so illegal. Well done!!" He said tearing open her T and tucking it behind her back to her elbows.<br><br>His hand to the small pocket at his belt. A flick of his wrist and the ever sharp blade caught the light of the fluorescents and mirrored into her eyes. He brushed the flat cold toledo against the flesh of her belly and stroked upward slowly as thought he spread butter to the melon of her breasts.<br><br>"Lovely bra, shame really," And then he cut it turning the blade out from her sternum to slice the bra center seam. The cups separated.&nbsp; He pulled the material, revealing her breasts to his touch. He mouthed her right one and swirled his tongue against her nipple as he pushed the straps down over her shoulders to joint her t at her elbows. <br><br>His hands at her jeans, tugging at the top before taking the zipper all the way down. The knife turn to insure there was no contact with her flesh as he worked the huggers off her hips to mid thigh. All the while his mouth attacked her other breast and chewed her nipple.<br><br>He moved from her breasts knowing they must be off soon. More for later. For now it was the prelude. Just the first few opening notes to her sonata.<br><br>He grinned at her choice of underwear. He had so many options but he chose nude and cut them off her.<br><br>He stepped back for a look at his work.&nbsp; Leash, pincher collar, bare to the thighs. Wrists manacled behind the back complete pieces of her bra and t at her elbow. Her boys brief's sliced laying on the floor, and her jeans at mid her thigh.<br><br>"Ahh..." He returned the blade to it's proper place at his belt and retrieve the nipple clips and chain from last night.<br><br>In a few moments he would have her ready for the assembly. She would be walking the campus on his leash a short distance to the green where he would hand her over to a teacher well aware she would need supervised until he came for her. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 01:49:51</strong>
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				My toes throbbed from kicking him, it irritated me he seemed to have no outward reaction to my attack. The humming just made me want to scream in frustration, what would it take to piss this guy off?<br><br>He yanked my hair back and his tongue swept over my lips. I yanked my head away headless of the collar that gouged my neck and the pull of my hair still captured in his fist. I squirmed against his body hating the contact he insisted on.<br><br>I tried to follow his words but it was like he spoke some other language, something about fags making me look at him like he was crazy. He ripped my shirt and I glared, it was one of my favorite shirts.<br><br>I shivered when the blade ran against my skin. I&nbsp; hated the feel of the cold metal and knowing I was helpless to do anything. It didn't matter that all he did was cut my bra I hated that he could have done anything he wanted and I was helpless.<br><br>His mouth touched my breasts and I squirmed as much as I could with the little allowances the leash and chain made. I kicked his shin again not caring that my toe hurt or that it probably wouldn't faze him.<br><br>He pulled my pants down and once they were around my thighs I shimmied my hips so they'd pull around my feet stepped out of them and kicked him again annoyed beyond measure. He sliced away my underwear and I kicked him again. "So I'm to look like bondage barbie again?" I asked with contempt glaring at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 04:54:24</strong>
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				She was working a sweat from him. He was sure his shins would be complaining tomorrow but it was exhilarating he enjoyed every touch of her flesh on his. <br><br>He watched her reaction to the blade and made a mental note. There were other things he noticed and put those things on the to do list as well. <br><br>How could he refuse her. She had kindly removed her only garment for his personal amusement. He wondered if she would be surprised where he was taking her.<br><br>&nbsp;"And I must mention it was very sporting of you to let me have my choice again." GoodFellow told her as he dropped to one knee and pinned her knees with his shoulder as he shackled her feet.&nbsp; <br><br>GoodFellow took a step back to inspect her. The leash and pinch collar, her hands manacled behind her back, the only adornment on her body was the nipple clamps and chain.&nbsp; Her ankles shackled with a decent 20 inch long heavy chain. Enough to take steps without falling, enough length to keep up. <br><br>"Yes, not exactly school uniform but no one will complain a bit," He said taking the leash off the wall ring. <br><br>"Right, well off we go!" He said in good spirits as he slung the back pack over one shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>"Come," and gave the leash a tug.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 05:07:20</strong>
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				I struggled as he chained my feet but it was useless he chained them all the same.<br><br>"It's always your choice." I said sounding annoyed and a bit bitter rolling my eyes. I hated when he talked about choices it made it sound like I actually had one.<br><br>I suddenly yanked back away from him "I don't think so, I'm complaining, I'm not going out there like this." I said defiantly ignoring the pain in my neck as the collar closed around it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 08:26:38</strong>
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				"Oh contraire, you deferred to my choice once again ," GoodFellow said as he snapped around and grabbed her by her hair knowing she would not go quietly.<br><br>"Now you have a complain. Really?" His grins like a cheetah watching injured prey at a water hole.&nbsp; <br><br>"As a matter of fact I will act as your advocate. I shall see if Lady Shaw is available to join us at 5 pm tonight and you can explain to her how your mouth tastes like an ash tray and you were unwilling to wear your school uniform."<br><br>"In the meantime, since you chose not to wear your uniform because it was excessive. You may attend classes today in your birthday suit and nipple clamps. Perhaps the school uniform won't look so humiliation tomorrow when I come fetch you."<br><br>He began to walk her on her tip toes out her room door.<br><br>"Of course there is another choice," He said using the word she hated. "What if you actually enjoyed walking around nude in chains and nipple clamps."<br><br>"Maybe you already are what you fear becoming."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 08:50:14</strong>
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				The threat of Lady Shaw didn't garner a responce or at least not one he would expect. In fact I smiled lightly, I could take someone beating the hell out of me in any imaginative fashion she wanted far better the I could handle a repeat of last night events.<br><br>"or maybe I don't care how you dress me up...or don't" I added as an after thought "and parade me around. In the end the only choice I have is to obey or defy you, and I choose to defy you." I said in a haunting voice as if talking to someone slow putting extra accentuating the word choose as if to taunt him. <br><br>Lifting my chin I shook my head "your messing up my hair." I said sounding annoyed as I followed not bothing to stay two steps behind but keeping perfect pace with him step for step, holding myself as if it was perfectly normal to walk around with nothing on. I didn't cringe or shy away, I held myself with poise and dignity my eyes snapping fire and defiance as if daring anyone to comment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 00:46:27</strong>
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				The first day. It was on the very first day that Astrid found herself revealed and walked proudly toward the green near the auditorium.&nbsp; His hand in her hair whether she cooperated for now or fought him. It was not her choice no matter how she whined. How hard she tried to gain some lost ground and control. <br><br>GoodFellow kept his expression subdued as he walked her beside him but inside he was dancing a jig and giving himself high fives. It paid off. They passed several small groups of students in uniforms. Pairs and three as they were permitted. To make it more delicious all greeted with a ritual good morning, Sir which Astrid could not help but hear.<br><br>More importantly she could see other student's reaction to her. The sideways glance that said so much. Acknowledging her regale carriage with only a hint of embarrassment along the line of her lips.&nbsp; Of course they found something else to look at as they moved along toward the Auditorium but in that moment Astrid had made quite an impression. <br><br>GoodFellow had to admit, even the first day of the first school year Astrid was in the right place.&nbsp; She was all the raw material a slave needed to become that much desired and sought after submissive. A beautiful girl to be sure but it was what she had inside her that shown so true in the light fog and wisps of chilled air. <br><br>He was pleased to show her off as he moved them both toward teachers gathered outside the auditorium.&nbsp; His eyes searched the group for the person who would attend to her so that he could move quickly inside to the glass house.<br><br>(Transition Post - see Charlotte's Ordeal)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 02:22:03</strong>
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				Once the room was empty two students that had been given permission to go to the glass house later started to go through Charlotte's and Astrid's belongings. The room was searched from top to bottom. The first items that were taken were their clothes. Nothing was left behind except two sets of flat shoes , two sets of high heels and a uniform for Charlotte was placed at the end of her bed. <br><br>Any and all cigarettes, lighters, matches or smoking products were taken next followed by all luxury items. Astrid's laptop was taken&nbsp; and in it's place was a journal book and a pencil. The same for Charlotte. In place of Astrid's cigarettes was a small bag of mint humbugs. <br><br>When the girls would return a note would of been left that had Shaw's and Miss Rogers at the end. <br><br>"Use what has been given and be grateful. Build on good deeds and have them upgraded."<br><br>The note was left vague and could be perceived in many ways. It depended on the eye of the beholder. <br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 08:22:43</strong>
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				<strong>Returning from Charolotte's Ordeal (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81589.msg3862034#new)</strong><br><br>It worked like a charm and before she knew it Astrid was slipping into her room a pleasant smile on her face. Her hands liberated earlier came in extremely handy as she took the clips from her nipples and slipped the rest of the bondage from her body. She shivered with delight being free of it. She felt owned being walked around in the metal adornments. She doubted if she would ever get used to them. She hoped she'd never have to.<br><br>Tucked the stuff under her bed she crossed the room naked and went to slip on a robe but finding it missing annoyed she let it pass, before opening her closet to find a cigarette she was in desperate need of one after the morning she'd had. Finding her closet tossed pissed her off in a matter of seconds. She cursed as she tore threw the little room already knowing they'd grabbed everything but needing to confirm it. <br><br>She ranted to herself it was bad enough she had to live here endure their twisted ideas but she had to do it stone cold sober? Who's fucked up idea was that, criminals who dealt in slaves at least had the decency to keep them high the entire time, she thought sourly as she sat down on her bed and continued to fume.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 10:58:36</strong>
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				((OOC Note: There would be no robe, just that annoying little uniform she refused to wear earlier. . :P
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 23:11:40</strong>
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				GoodFellow's eyes scanned the crowd again. Searching again. No. No. No. Definitely No. No. No. YES!&nbsp; <br><br>GoodFellow smiled when he saw Miss Rogers. His eyes focused immediately on the likes of Ole Mother Hubbards brood milling around Celia in various restraints, poses and positions as he searched for that one familiar dash of black hair and evil goth eyes that spelled more trouble than five of those hogtied.<br><br>Hmm...<br><br>Yes Celia and one end of the empty leash but no Astrid on the other. <br><br>GoodFellow chuckled. Not sure exactly about student's reputations, although fairly certainly few if any had snuck away from Miss Celia Rogers no matter what chaos and mayhem plagued that strict teacher.&nbsp; If not infamous then Astrid had just earned a legendary role in the annuals of the Private School. Nothing could be better in GoodFellow's mind. <br>He waved at Miss Rogers cheerfully. It was meant to thank you for her hard work while he was away and let her off the hook. Astrid was his pride and joy. For her to have left without permission and gotten away spoke volumes to him about the resourcefulness and resilience of the girl.<br><br>GoodFellow turned from the crowd to scan outward. It would have been the way that Astrid was thinking. The first thing he noticed was the place was an ant hill of excited and watchful guards along the fence line and the gate. The question was what would Astrid do?<br><br>Definitely not the guards, GoodFellow decided. That was a no win and she would have know it. He scanned the campus. There was just so many students and they seemed to bunch up in clusters to keep from being singled out.&nbsp; Hurrying off to someplace where no one would bother them about.<br><br>GoodFellow stood very still. His mind whirling with possibilities. What places did Astrid know and consider safe?&nbsp; And which could she gain access to without help being decorated with nipple rings and nude.<br><br>The smile crept slowly across his lips as he slowly turned towards her dormitory. <br><br>Maybe, GoodFellow thought as he stepped off. After all ole boy, this is Astrid.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 09:50:39</strong>
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				(OOC: took her clothes, forgot sorry, updated)<br><br>Astrid glared at the room in a whole and ate one of the mints who ever had tossed her room was 'nice' enough to leave. Her teeth bit into the mint and the taste was strong enough to make her eyes water slightly. Her eyes landed on her missing laptop and she fumed her whole life on that slim piece of technology, all she could think was that today just sucked, hardly worth getting out of bed.<br><br>She quickly listed her losses, her clothes, cigarettes, laptop, and for now at least her purse and everything in it. Most of her personal items stripped from the room. "why do they even have us bring anything?" She asked the empty room sourly as she idly picked up the note left behind she rolled her eyes reading it and put it on Charolotte's bed, after the display this morning Astrid could only guess how eager she'd be to obey and get her things back. As for Astrid she'd rather sulk and be pissed about it, stuff was just stuff after all almost all can be replaced.<br><br>Laying down on her stomach on her bed Astrid picked up the journal and idly started to draw mostly just to keep herself busy. She had she figured at least half an hour before she could dress and sneak out of there if someone didn't show up in the mean time. The idea of pushing the book case in front of the door was tempting but looking at the monstrous thing Astrid doubted she could move it. So instead she laid stretched out naked on her bed sketching whatever popped into her head, mostly scenes from this morning with a Dante's inferno theme as she wasted idle time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 01:52:47</strong>
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				GoodFellow knocked. He stood in front of Astrid and Charlotte's room door and knocked because that was who he was. He had been redirected several times to assist with directions or assist with a misbehaving student and finally he had arrived.<br><br>GoodFellow knocked again. It was customary for him to count to ten before opening. It was just his way. He wondered if Astrid was even inside. Either she would call out, open it herself or remain silent.&nbsp; This early in their relationship it was important to know.&nbsp; So much for them to do today. She still had her schedule to meet and he needed to show her the rooms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 03:47:58</strong>
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				Someone knocked on the door and Astrid sighed. The knock was loud and arrogant just as you'd expect a teacher from here to be. She considered her options briefly, she could run not something she relished, do what was expect and get up and answer the door like a good girl, yeah right, or she could call out, She of course did the latter. " The person you are trying to reach is unavailable please leave a message." She said as she continued to sketch drawing Goodfellow and who ever the other teacher had been as a demented pair of demons chasing after a nun, she sketched the demon pair kind of cartoony and humorous while the nun and landscape was more classical in structure.<br><br>She hummed to herself missing her Ipod at the moment wondering if she'd actually get it back if she bothered to stick around. Judging by the knock she was caught already but no one could have predicted her earlier 'escape' who knew what other possibilities would present themselves as the day wore on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 00:22:50</strong>
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				The response to his knock came abruptly and had him chuckling. He opened the door with a wide grin.<br><br>"Astrid!!" GoodFellow called as he entered and closed the door. <br><br>There stretched out on her bed nude was Astrid. Delicious curves and evilly wiggling the drawing utensil so that it made her sketch pad tremble with her intensity.<br><br>"I am so glad you kept your head while others did not," GoodFellow remarked as he came over.<br><br>GoodFellow cocked his head from side to side. Amazing work. Clearly sarcasm with a cartoon twist but in the style of Renee' and treatment of the subject akin to Michelangelo's early works. He was lost in it as she brought the work to life and came to sit beside her on the bed watching.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 02:40:15</strong>
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				Hearing her name she groaned, it couldn't have been Roger's or even Shaw catching her it had to be Goodfellow the one who annoyed her the most. Obviously she'd been overly optimistic thinking he would be busy with Charolotte for the time being. She wondered why he was there and cringed away from him when he sat next to her on the bed. After see the display with Charolotte she couldn't stand to be near him, the thought of him touching her made her stomach roll.<br><br>Snapping her journal closed she crawled off the bed and move away from him picking up a sheet from her unmade bed as she went wrapping it around her body to shield her from his gaze. It was funny really it hadn't bothered her to be nude in front of the whole school but now...she could stand the though of him looking at her. She sat down at her desk crossing her legs and slipped the journal into one of the drawers, "I thought you were busy, what are you doing here?" She asked an edge to her voice as she glared in displeasure at him half hoping if she was rude enough he'd leave her alone until the 5pm meeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 05:52:24</strong>
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				GoodFellow watched her prowling with the sheet around her. She was edgy and tense. It was expected wasn't it. She would not likely get use to it very soon. But she would adjust. She would get tired of spitting into the wind. Tired of losing. Tired of it all.<br><br>Her art work was classic and fresh. He hated that she put it away but there were somethings that had to be hers. It was not up for negotiations. Her art was her therapy, the way she coped. He would not take that from her. Nor allow anyone else to either.<br><br>"First day of school," GoodFellow said. "Classes. Did you decide to put on the uniform or are you going in the buff to classes for the rest of the day?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 06:28:19</strong>
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				"I like option C where you go away and leave me alone to do my school work from here, or there's always option D where you go get me some real clothes, because that" she motioned to the uniform hanging all alone in the closet, "isn't an outfit but an insult, the only difference between being naked and wearing that is how ridiculous I'd look. At least naked I wouldn't feel like I'm dressed up like hooker barbie." She said her head at a slight tilt her eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke.<br><br>"And if you try to put me in the clips again I swear to god I'll try to cause you as much pain as possible at every opportunity." She said with an evil smirk flicking her eyes down to make her meaning inescapable, "and in case you hadn't noticed 'consequences' don't mean much to me in persuit of goals. So what do you choose Goodfellow?" She asked mocking his methods crossing her arms over her chest looking arrogant as she sat there in a bed sheet her head held up looking as regal and in command as if she was some queen from long ago. <br><br>There was a pride in her eyes that flashed with defiance telling anyone who bothered to look that taming her wouldn't be quick and easy, but an endless battle of wills. Astrid's anger drove her, she felt betrayed, she made one friend and in hours had her ripped away, she knew she'd never look at Charolotte the same again. She's always remember Charolotte submissing and the fate that lurked ever waiting to grab her the moment she showed any weakness and it was all Goodfellows fault. Not literally but she'd been made to watch as he twisted Charolotte turning her into the very thing Astrid feared becoming.<br><br>"So what will it be Goodfellow?" She taunted her voice cruel and cutting as her anger got the best of her, "C or D? Consider your options rejected." She said with a smirk curling her lips making her look like she was looking down on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 01:11:49</strong>
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				GoodFellow beamed at her response. He was set for a full year of it. He loved her smirk and her rowdy go to hell attitude. That brick on her shoulder like her sketches would not be taken from her.&nbsp; There would be recommendations about appropriate placements and GoodFellow would make sure Astrid was well placed. He'd see to it personally. <br><br>Today was about the start of her life here. It was about getting her to her first class. The new students were always handled&nbsp; by their trainer teacher on the first day. The glass house was not as rare as some people imagined. It was training.<br><br>Even his beloved Astrid would get her fair share of training and punishment in many different forms. Now the learning began in earnest.<br><br>"Wonderful!" GoodFellow chimed in. "I do enjoy when you let me decide."<br><br>"I'm thinking naked," He remarked pleasantly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 05:05:21</strong>
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				"I don't believe I listed that, I was quite clear as I recall." She took a deep breath and spoke slowly as if to a small child or someone lacking in metal acuteness "You either going to return my clothes or leave me here. Unless you plan to drag me from the room, not something I advise by the way, I'm not leaving without my clothing returned to me." <br><br>Her anger grounded her and she settled into her cold indifferent attitude. The whole world may be crumbling around her, everything she knew stripped away but at the moment she narrowed her world down to this one confrontation, this one moment in time that she could work with and control.<br><br>The school couldn't have picked a better teacher for her. Goodfellow seemed to be immune to her normal tricks; he didn't get angry at her no matter what she did. Instead he seemed amused, his pleasant disposition and calm ease made Astrid want to rip out her hair and strangle him with it she was so frustrated most of the time. Learning the ins and outs of anyone new was always hard, but when your quality of life depends on it, it raises the stakes a bit.<br><br>"Tick tock Goodfellow, what will it be?" She said in a sing song voice shifting in her seat sitting with her back strait and tapping her nails lightly against the wood of the desk in a way that irritated most people, <em>he'll probably think it's charming</em> she though with annoyance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 07:09:49</strong>
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				GoodFellow grinned broadly at her declaration of independence. She was certainly sunning herself with her bravado. It looked good on her. He allowed her to bask in it. Take in as much as she could tolerate. All the way up to the point where even she knew she had stepped in it way to far and could smell the reek from where she was sitting. <br><br>It was all part of training. Let her feel her wild oats. Let her enjoy that anger, that frustration. She had declared war to a man who wished to mud wrestle in a cage match.&nbsp; As the Americans say. It was one.<br><br>GoodFellow got on his hands and knees beside the bed. Sometimes it was a guess. Sometimes it was knowing the other persons behavior. Sometimes it was noticing something under the bed that was bigger than dust bunnies. However he knew to look it was the fact that he did. His long arms under there hoping he didn't finding anything unpleasant as he groped blindly. <br><br>A moment later he pulled out the treasure. GoodFellow checked it carefully. He took his time because he knew the only way out was thumb locked shut. It was locked to his print when he entered so he was not worried that she might dash out the door.<br><br>As a matter of fact he was giving her a few more minutes as he fussed with the chain to do just that. It would just add to the excitement and wear her out all that sooner. Mostly his excitement. He could almost taste the flavor of her perfume when he thought about pressing her body against him as she struggled. His ear keenly listening for any movement from her as he was about ready to turn and come for her.<br><br>"You were quite clear, Astrid. I'm glad we both see it the same way," GoodFellow said cheerfully. "I'm thinking mud wrestling. What about you?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 07:29:14</strong>
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				Astrid's eyes went wide when he dropped down beside the bed to reach under it. She swore under her breath and ran for the door the sheet impairing her ability to move but she hiked it up to free her legs and kept it clutch against her body. She wasn't going to wear that stuff anymore, she'd had it, with this place, with his control, with not having any real choices anymore, she was threw.<br><br>She tried desperately to open the door only to find the thing locked she cursed venomously. She tried frantically for a few more moments knowing without a doubt if Goodfellow got his hands on her it would all be over. She frantically searched the room, her eyes landing on the window she'd opened earlier when she was smoking. He spoke again something about mud wrestling sometimes she was sure he was either crazy or that he lived in a world apart from the rest of them, she hoped he was just nuts.<br><br>With one last ditch effort she dashed to the window the sheet billowing out behind her as she moved. With fingers shaking she tried to hurry, fumbled with the window lock only to have it defy her almost on principle.&nbsp; She cursed and tried again to unlock the stupid catch, she imagined she could feel his breath against her neck, hear his foot steps just behind her. The fear she felt surprised her, it wasn't so much as what he wanted to make her do but him himself. She was scared of him, what she knew he could do, what she'd watched him do. The though of him touching her yet again terrified her into fleeing a responce not normally associated with the girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 00:54:21</strong>
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				Oh what a romp. That murmured cursing had him turning his back to her so she could not see him snickering. The swish of the sheet spoke volumes. She was flush as she ran past to the window. <br><br>GoodFellow took his time admiring her. How the sheet kept slipping down her back as she worried that very locked latch. Bless those aides for their thoroughness. <br><br>When he thought she had enough time to raise a cold sweat he focused on her. The equipment on his belt and in his hands. GoodFellow approached as she struggled in another frenzied attack. It seemed they both knew the outcome of this intervention. <br><br>Her worth to him was in her struggle. Her refusal to surrender. GoodFellow would have to earn her submission. He like would have to earn her respect and fear. She should fear him. He planned to turn everything sensation against her. Every cell of her body would be his, one cell at a time. He planned to give her the full knowledge of that taking. <br><br>There would be no other taste but his. No other touch that would keep her gasping. No other punishment that had her reeling like his. Even eating would become an act of her submission. <br><br>Today she would be going to classes for the first time. This afternoon she would receive her first full punishment for all her minor and major sins. For now she must be made ready to travel with him as was her position as his property.<br><br>He stepped to her. He expected that she knew he was going to reach for her. He stepped against her back before taking her forearms with his strong hands. There was no doubt in his mind she could fight. He was warming to her already.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 03:20:36</strong>
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				As soon as his large hand encircled her arm she thrust her arms back hoping to elbow him before trying to rip her arms away from him. She flailed her body and kicked back against him her feet smarting slightly she remember the boot and instead tried to kick the window, if it would break she could escape out of it, if she managed to get away from him that is.<br><br>"Let me go, fucking jack ass." She growled in frustration as she squirmed and moved her body desperate to try to get away from him. The sheet was forgotten as she tried to pry herself away from his grasp by twisting and turning, shoving, kicking, elbowing, clawing, bitting if she could reach. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 00:12:58</strong>
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				In desperation she was wildly flailing about. Her soft body crushed against his chest as he gripped and lost his grip on her hands. The heels of her feet planting into his shins from time to time. He gave her places to claw at him but did everything he knew how to keep out of those pristine teeth. <br><br>His goal was to get manacles on her again. Her wrist in his he wrenched her arm behind her back. Pulling it up by the wrist. <br><br>His other hand around her waist. Keeping her body tight against his. Letting her feel the bulge of heat she had awakened pressed hard against her ass cheeks. GoodFellow always aroused at the brushing of a writhing woman against him. She was adding to that heat. He grunted in pleasure as he lifted her slightly off the floor and bend her over her bed head first. <br><br>The metal of the cuff around her wrist pinned behind her back. His voice in her ear, "Other hand Astrid so that you can walk to class. If not you'll be much later and very satisfied."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 00:56:20</strong>
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				His voice in her ear stilled her. The first reponce that came to her lips was a flipped remark something to the effect he couldn't grantee such results but she swallowed the remark before it was born, no need to challenge the man, not when he'd already proved his skills so well just a bit ago.<br><br>She loathed giving him her hand it felt like failure just to think about it but tangled thought and memories of the night before and the need to keep that from happening again, already knowing her punishment tonight would probably include such elements she reluctantly produced her hand to be bound along with the first.<br><br>She closed her eyes for a moment her cheek stinging where it pressed into the bed, it'll get better, she told herself silently the words comforting her even if she didn't believe them at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 19:25:51</strong>
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				All action of resistance stopped. There was hesitation. GoodFellow expected that Astrid was probably weighing her options. Clever girl that she was, instead of speaking or challenging him further, her hand surrendered. <br><br>And that was the difference between Astrid and 98% of the known universe. This was not her surrendering. If any man thought that they would be seriously wrong. GoodFellow certainly did not think that for a moment. This was just to prevent something worse happening in her own room. <br><br>It said a few things about their relationship in GoodFellow’s mind. Surrending her hand to him said volumes. It said that Astrid trusted GoodFellow to keep his word. That was important to him. It said that she trusted him enough to know he would not sadistically hurt her in any way.&nbsp; Another point very important to him. It said that she believed going along with him was better than fighting him and wasn’t that the whole point of being owned by someone responsible. It also said she hated him at that moment.<br><br>GoodFellow hoped so. His hand wrapping the cool metal around her other wrist. He held her there on the bed in that very position. Nude, bent over face down and hands manacled behind her. She was behaving properly for the moment.&nbsp; He was against her but took a step back. He owed her his kind of reward.<br><br>“Spread your legs wider Astrid,” GoodFellow said calmly with one hand at her neck and the other on the chain between her cuffs.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 22:23:04</strong>
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				"Go to hell." she spat venom in her voice as she locked her ankles together, tightening the muscles in her legs in an effort to stop whatever Goodfellow was thinking to do to her. She tried to squirm and move but his hand against her neck impeded her movement greatly making the effort a waste of time. "I did what you wanted now let me go." She said her voice steely, challenging. <br><br>She'd given him her hand in the effort to avoid him touching her, to get away from him at least since it seemed she wouldn't be sneaking away before tonight. Now she found herself more venerable to him after giving up her hand and at him mercy, there would be little she could do if he pushed the subject.<br><br>Fear was the first emotion to flood threw her, the intensity so great she felt her eyes water momentairily and was glad her face was pressed into the bed. Astrid didn't cry. She violently pushed back against the fear not letting it get a grip on her. It was too easy to give in when faced with fear, she couldn't let herself feel it.<br><br>Instead she drew on anger, forced that to the forfront and nurtured it. Kept telling herself what a monster he was, how sick this place was, how wrong everything in her world had become. She told herself anything true or not to feed that anger to keep herself from falling victim to her own fears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 07:53:47</strong>
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				Well of course she did what he told her. She always did eventually. It was the sport of the mental contest that was the fun of it. His hand snaked between her tight thighs. Slowly pressing upward. GoodFellow was going to use her tight stance against her to keep his hand into her hot lips. His index finger slowly stirring her clit. <br><br>It was only a matter of time then. She had to keep her legs tight to keep more of him from finding her. It would prevent her from kicking our bending her knees. There was no good positions and she was off balance over the bed. He wasn't about the let her head up off the mattress. That would be way too much advantage and he didn't want to hurt her by pressing her back on the mattress should she rise up. <br><br>But all this play was making him hungry. His heart pounding in his chest and his breath shallow. He kissed the back of her neck. There was no doubt she stirred something inside him just by her presence. Something he wanted more of.<br><br>Today, in this short time in her room, GoodFellow wanted to hear the soft moans and gasps of her forced orgasm at his hands.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 09:43:59</strong>
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				"No no no" she groaned her head moving rapidly back and forth as he pushed his hand between her tightened thighs. As he touched her, she knew it was over, it was like falling down the rabbit hole, the longer he tried to force it on her the more she'd want it. An endless circle where she always lost. <br><br>She knew already she'd lost and there was nothing for it, she'd planned to just ride it out, get it over with. As long as she could keep from throwing herself at him like last time she could at least pretend she didn't give in. She could tell herself that it was like a beating, you'd slowly get used to it till it meant little anymore. It didn't matter if it was true or if she even believed it fully as long as she had the illusion to cling to.<br><br>But he kissed her, ruining all her focus. It was far to intimate and brought images and memories of the night before to her mind in an instant. Images of him playfully kissing her nose, the feel of his chest under her fingertips, the heady smell of him, how she'd felt special with him for a few moments. After seeing near the same techniques used on Charolotte she knew she wasn't special just another girl being trained to be someone else's whore. She didn't care if she was going to hurt herself in the process, at the moment no cost was too much, she was not going along with it.<br><br>"NO." She growled shaking her head frantically, kicking out at him headless of any risk. "Don't touch me." She screamed flailing her body as she kicked out at him trying to flip over as she moved. She strained against the cuffs trying to twist her wrist free. Fighting desperately like a cornered animal headless of the damage she might do to herself in her desperate attempt to stop what was happening and maybe get away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 18:40:43</strong>
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				Her first soft moans as his fingers touched her and he knew it would not be long before she panicked. GoodFellow was in the moment with her. Wanting this for her from him. Rewarding her for all the spunky attitude she could give him. <br><br>Her fragrance was everywhere, he was swimming in the tension of her body. The woman of her came out to him like a hot July. She made him sweat with a fever for her he had never experienced before. The man who was Tristan could easily become lost to her. The trainer GoodFellow left somewhere outside their shared embrace.<br><br>Tristan the man held her against him. His fingers tenderly touching the swelling nub at his finger tips. His digits massaging along her labia as she barked in protest. She offered him full contact with her open legs and the first kick. <br><br>His hand not restricted any longer was able to access all of her inner thigh. His fingers deep along her passion, spreading her lips and stirring her untouched heat.&nbsp; She was his treasure, all the rage and fear, loathe for him and his mastery of her. There would be no breaking this woman. He could never destroy the best of her to enslave the occasional moments of pleasure.<br><br>The kick fierce. She caught his shin good. Thankful for the high top boots that saved him from the full contact but it hurt like hell. He gave her the satisfaction of a yipe of pain. It was a good shot and she deserved to know it hurt.<br><br>&nbsp;Yet he kept after her. Teasing her across all that had been under touched because Tristan the man wanted to please her. He wanted her to cum for him with his urgent touches.&nbsp; He wanted to show her how priceless she was to him. In all her defiance he had never wanted her or anyone else so much.<br><br>But she fought with the strength of panic.&nbsp; He was afraid she would hurt herself so he pressed himself against her back. Giving her a wall instead of just an arm to hold her. The hand that had held her was now free to move around her helpless body and before GoodFellow could think things out a bit, Tristan was cupping her breast as he kissed and teased her neck. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 05:56:52</strong>
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				Her efforts had been petering off before his chest against her back pushed her more firmly into the mattress. The chest against her back put an end to her fighting. Instead she trembled beneath him, part exhaustion, part fear, part lust.<br><br>She felt like he'd run a Brillo pad across her emotions then turned her inside out and did it again. She'd never been so emotional in her life. She felt everything, and it was tearing her up. She wanted to cry she felt so defeated, part of her wanted to morn something she didn't dare think and refused to acknowledge, part of her wanted to scream and rage at him till his voice was gone, and another part still wanted to just let herself relax and live completely in the moment just enjoy what was happening and stop worrying or fighting. The last of course scared her most.&nbsp; <br><br>Goodfellow as masterful as he was stirred her desire to a fever pitch within minutes. There was little to nothing she could do about it, even less since part of her, far more then she'd ever admit to wanted it, would have been upset if he stopped.<br><br>She found herself at war with her body once more with little energy or will power to fight against it. Her body warmed to his touch in what felt like seconds, her nipples tightening and her hips tilted moving her sensitive flesh against his fingertips, all actions happing without her thinking about it before hand and made her burn with a mixture of desire and embarrassment. <br><br>Though it made little sense she wished more then anything it had been him in the glass house this morning. It was stupid she knew once he was done her she'd be sold to some guy with a master complex who'd expect her to obey him in every manner, but last night it had been easier just to let go. <br><br>She was foolish, an 18 year old girl who'd never know kindness from a man, who'd found more then her desire stirred but her emotions as well, and that she felt both betrayed and jealous of someone she kept telling herself she hated confused her more then anything ever had before.<br><br>She moaned squeezing her eyes shut as heat snaked up her body, demanding, insistant. It was getting harder and harder to think and though she had little doubt she'd regret it later, she gave into herself and shut out the voice in her head telling her to fight, letting herself go once more.<br><br>She rolled her hips pushing against his fingers and didn't suppress then little sounds that came to her lips, letting them pass unimpeded. She arched her back slightly pressing her hardened nipple into the palm of his hand and shivered in delight as his lips teased along her neck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 00:27:46</strong>
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				GoodFellow felt her shivering against his chest, his body. Every part of her&nbsp; attentive and focus on her need. The need he called out from her.&nbsp; The need he controlled.&nbsp; The need so overpowering it railroaded all her defense. It began to echo the volcanic want he felt each time he looked at her. <br><br>The unbridled passion GoodFellow hid so well even from himself. Bits and pieces flowing out from the cracks in the mantle he build around himself under the shield of trainer. Tristan the man probed the passion along the stirred virginity of this girl because his lust found her desire and his want awakened their hunger.<br><br>There was no secrets between them in this moment. GoodFellow could not stop his attention on her if he had even desired to do so. He was too far gone to the sound of her harsh breaths and the ramping tension of her body. His own arousal setting in concrete against her. <br><br>Her nipples at his finger tips perked. He pinched lightly.&nbsp; Tugged a little as he roughened them. But it was her heat and the lifting of her hips against his hand. The silent calling for him to continue that had him pressing against her. Giving her more to ride against. More to feel. Last night was a taste of their budding passion. Today, was a promise that he had not forgotten her. <br><br>Her soft moans as the heat sprung from his hand like the arc of electricity to her. His own body jolting at each shallow gulping breath he took. Was it last night revisited, and he knew it was. His fingers daringly visited his raging lust upon her. <br><br>And somehow he felt it as more. Somewhere in one corner of his mind he was telling himself she was just another girl to train. But in the parts that counted the tone echoed the word, liar. <br><br>He kissed her shoulder again as she wildly thrust her hips against his searching fingers. He knew as soon as she bowed her back and tensed. For a moment he stopped pinching her tits. He crushed her against his chest and rocked into her. His own hips pounding his finger against her like a hammer to a nail. <br><br>"YESSss.... Pllleeasseee Assstriiiiddd," GoodFellow whispered as he drove her into her first hard wave. <br><br>He would not penetrate her but his need was so great. He bullied around her and found her lips to take them against his. Riding her into her great crashing orgasm hard enough to scoot the bed an inch or two closer against the wall. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 08:21:56</strong>
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				Any last shred of control she may have maintained was shatter as a great wave of pleasure hit her, tossing her helplessly into oblivion. She let out a loud wordless cry as it rocked her body the feeling greater then anything she'd ever experienced before, ever though she could experience.<br><br>It felt like forever stretched out around her but was probably only minutes before she could open her eyes again. Her ragged uneven breathing harsh and loud in her ears. Her cheek throbbed lightly from the new bruise now in full bloom pressed into the mattress, but the pain didn't seem to matter much at the moment. Soft tremors still swept threw her body as she slowly drifted back to earth. <br><br>For those few moments she was free from herself, from the years of anger she kept draped around her, protecting her. Free as she was all she wanted to do was roll over and curl her body around the man who was currently pressed against her back. There was no fear, no anger, no rage in her now, just contentment and peace like she'd never known. <br><br>It took too much energy to speak, to asked for him to remove the cuffs. Instead she just laid there a gentle smile curving her lips, her body soft and compliant beneath him as she savored the last few minutes of bliss before the rest of the world rushed back in with all it's confusion and apposing desires trying to rip her asunder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 00:14:50</strong>
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				The fire in him burned hotter thru his body as she clenched into the thunder of her storm. His hand to her wrists. The need so great in him to have her curled against him and to feel her arms gripping him that he was lifting them further on the bed. It took a moment to bring her round to him. His hand riding her to the next wave. His arm clutching her against his body. His hard cock under the shorts pressing against the hand wet with her release still deep against her. Giving her more of him. Wanting more of her.<br><br>His lips capturing hers in a tender loving kiss. The hunger in him raging into her mouth with the fire he had for her. He groaned against her as he tasted her once more.&nbsp; The man needed her, as he kissed her glowing blush on her cheek.&nbsp; <br><br>They were gonna be late by any standard. Tristan GoodFellow was going to make it worth their while. He was about to do the unthinkable. He was going to steal time with her. Her the woman, so she would know how special she was to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 09:33:19</strong>
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				Astrid was tired, it was obvious in every line of her body as he turned her over. There was a soft smile on her face the was relaxed and a bit sleepy. If left alone she would have fallen asleep with that same smile gracing her lips.<br><br>But sleep wasn't exactly what she was thinking about even if her body was telling her it would be a good idea. Maybe at another time she'd wonder about her sexual appetites, her desires and things of that nature but now wasn't that time. All she knew was the continued press of his hand against the most sensitive part of her felt beyond good and she had no desire to see the end of the feeling anytime soon. Instead she rolled her hips slightly pressed herself against him further,moaning softly as she did.<br><br>She moaned lightly as his lips captured hers. She kissed him without reservations, all the desire and passion she felt as well as the feelings she refused to face poured out of her. She tried to wrap her arms around him wanting to feel closer to him, but the metal of the cuffs bit into her wrists and she stopped. Instead she wrapped her legs around his waist, while pressing her body against his.<br><br>He ended the kiss and pressed his lips to her cheek. She felt herself blush and lowered her lashes. She hated and loved when he did things like that. It made her feel floaty and happy, special like he might care about her, but it upset the way she saw things, confused her enough to upset her. Even though she wanted to, she couldn't let herself believe he cared for her. Being wrong about that would hurt far too much.<br><br>As it was she didn't think about consequences, she just let herself for the moment pretend it was true that what she felt was real. She smiled up at him with happiness and affection content just to stay here with him for as long as she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 00:50:05</strong>
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				GoodFellow snuggled into her neck. He kissed the hollow and brushed his lips against those very sensitive parts that had her breath change. He felt her press against his hand hiding his shaft as he cradled her to him. His appetite for her growing exponentially with each heated breath along his flesh. <br><br>&nbsp;Her awakening kiss so fully back to him it caught him by surprise. GoodFellow pushed all reservations aside as his hand went to the cuffs. It took a moment to free one hand.&nbsp; Bring that other hand around her body to his chest as his lips tasted along her shoulder. <br><br>He wanted her hands before her.&nbsp; Still cuffed at the wrist. School policy dictated it and he enjoyed her in restraints more than he might let on. He wanted those hands cuffed and against his chest in her surrender. He wanted her and her soft moans needing him. <br><br>Her legs around his hip in silent plea. He answered by rocking into her wet request. His hand moved from the teasing of her passion to slip down her back lifting her hips and opening the angle so that she could feel his full length as he swung back and forth across her slit.<br><br>He kissed her chin and chuckled as he chased her eyes as she averted them with a dip of her lashed. He gave her a wink. A promise to her that this was something only they would share. <br><br>She smiled.&nbsp; She had never smiled he had been told. She had an real edge and he had strict instructions to break that edge off her. He had set out to do just that but somehow in the process discovered the person beneath all the quills. She was impossible and impossible not to want her.<br><br>There was no need to rush her. Not with her wanting and him wanting more. She knew she excited him. She aroused him. He wanted her. The rest could wait. No reason to frighten her into a blind panic. Physical for now as he trained her for them and brought out the gift that she was for himself.<br><br>He pulled the blanket closer and tucked it against her. The room was suddenly chilly. He wore an evil grin as he slowly moved down her neck to the hollow where he thought he found a tickly spot. A place where she had tucked her shoulder. He ran his mustache across it enough to tease her skin.<br><br>"Can you feel that, Astrid?" GoodFellow asked in a devilish tone.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 09:20:52</strong>
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				She squirmed beneath him giggling lightly, the sound pouring out of her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She marveled at the sound passing threw her lips. She hadn't laughed, freely or naturally in years, there was rarely anything funny in her life.<br><br>"Yes" she said laughter in her voice as she pressed her hands against his chest lightly, pushing slightly, partly just as an excuse to touch him, partly as a halfhearted excuse to make him stop. She loved the feel of his skin, like warm satin beneath her fingertips.<br><br>Little thoughts kept nagging at her as she laid there beneath him. Thought that had she not been with him would have put her in a foul mood most likely for days but with him didn't seem nearly so upsetting. She was slowly accepting there was no way out. It was an equation with no solution she was going to end up owned by some one she would likely despise greatly. If she was lucky he'd just get mad enough to kill her and she wouldn't be sold and resold endlessly.<br><br>Her life looked bleak, stretched out before her. She didn't think about her future normally it made her sad. She'd clung to the idea of happily ever after, even if she knew she'd never have one. But happy as she was she though maybe this was right where she was suppost to be, Karma wasn't so cruel to tease her with happiness only to rip it away from her.<br><br>She'd always thought she'd hate it here and yes there were parts she hated, but there were parts she loved. Like now as she laughed again as she continued to squirm 'trying' to escape the contact between Goodfellow's mustash and her sensitive skin. "Stop" She said with a giggle her dark eyes alive with amusement as she slid her bound hands up his chest to his shoulders.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 01:09:52</strong>
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				She laughed. Soft giggles that filled his heart full of her. Encouraging him to greater strides of teasing. He did not think she could tolerate the reality of what came so suddenly upon him. The weigh of it made even him unsure. Not of how he felt but how to proceed and cautiously. But she drowned out all those deeper thoughts with her laughter.<br><br>Infectious laughter. The kind given freely and taken serious enough to chuckle in response. His hands wandering against her curves for he was drunk on her joy as if they had shared an intoxicating drink or smoke together and laughed in fits unable to stop.<br><br>It was her touch that did him in. Her wonderful fingers tracing along his chest. She played in his coarse hairs that made his skin come alive. His muscles tense to please her. Letting her feel the ripple she caused in them with just that light breath of warm air.<br><br>He gathered her against him as she protested mildly. His mouth and his mustache chasing every twinge and wiggle. His arm cradling her head tenderly. Giving her room enough and only that much.&nbsp; The need to touch her skin to skin growing. <br><br>Tristan thought to tease her more. He felt her hands slid to his shoulder as he came up for air. His eyes met hers. Saw her for the first time. He looked deeply into those dark eyes as they danced and sparkled. In that moment he knew she smiled for him.&nbsp; Opened just that much, revealing the real Astrid that had been beaten into hiding where no one could touch. <br><br>She caught him completely by surprise. He had expected anything but that. She had been so guarded. She had to be so guarded here. Protecting her from careless hands. He would do everything in his power to protect her but she could not show this to anyone else.<br><br>"Oh ...damn..," He whispered as he slowly pressed his lips to hers in a deep fiery hot flame that was so much more than lust.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 10:09:38</strong>
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				His gaze on hers so intense made her want to blush and hide her eyes behind her lashes. It felt like he was looking strait into her soul, seeing everything she'd hidden about herself for so long.<br><br>But she didn't let her gaze shift from his smiling up at him letting her discomfort fade knowing she was taking a risk but feeling none of the fear she should of. It was like she'd been waiting for this her entire life, for someone she could trust to push past all her defences, to find her, when she could barely find herself most of the time.<br><br>His kiss so intense, so powerful, so overwhelming, left her breathless. She gripped his shoulders her body clinging to him as if he was the only thing real in her whole world. Maybe he was. <br><br>She responded to his kiss, kissing him back with feelings she refused to name, telling him what she wasn't ready to admit to herself yet. She may have opened up to him but not fully, not yet. She trusted him more then anyone else she'd know in the last decade but she still couldn't lay herself bare to him. Too many years of hidding making that next to impossible for her right now.<br><br>The kiss ended and she tried to breath smiling happily. She loosened her grip on him bitting her lower lip light as if just realizing she'd been clinging to him, in truth she had. It amazed her how quickly it had all happened. She'd met him no more then 36 hours ago and already she knew she'd never forget him even if he disappear today. <br><br>She nuzzled her face against him smiling against his skin, inhaling the spicy scent of his skin, that last night had bugged her clinging to her bedding like bad perfume, now calmed her and brought all her senses to awareness all at once. She pressed a kiss to his neck the tip of her tongue tasting him briefly as she'd wanted to do the night before but shied away from. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 23:47:41</strong>
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				What Tristan got back from his kiss was everything he could ever need. Tristan was sure of it. The completeness of those tender moments seemed to galvanize him to her. He wanted to bring her with him and see everything.&nbsp; He wanted to share his world with her. <br><br>Time for her to learn more about him. Time for her to sort out the Trainer from the man.&nbsp; Time for her to learn about herself.&nbsp; What he guess. What they would explore together. Not all at once thank goodness. Not even he could do everything he wanted to in one day, nor was he willing to try. <br><br>For now it was enough to ache for her. Let her see with her own eyes what effect she had on him every time he thought about her.&nbsp; Every time he touched her and welcomed her into her orgasm. <br><br>Her hands that had clutched him so harshly now opened a little. He cocked his head as she bit her lip. Grinning playfully and nibbled her chin before speaking. With one last look she tucked her head against his chest. It was cheating pure and simple.<br><br>Once she had cooled and he had calmed down enough to walk properly he would take her to his class room. Other students would be there as well. Music wasn't scheduled until tomorrow. Today it was art. <br><br>Currently Tristan was far to busy with her finger painting to be bothered with others. Far too busy as her canvas. <br><br>"Ohhhh... yess... I like that very much," He murmured as he kissed her hair. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 10:23:11</strong>
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				She smiled to herself tracing the tip of her tongue of her skin for another moment before pull away, her fingertips playing idly threw the hair in his chest. She enjoyed the effect she was having on him. Before she'd been so overwhelmed, focused on the internal whirlwind going on inside her that she didn't even notice him most of the time. It was rude in the extream and part of her felt bad about it.<br><br>She skimmed her hands down his ribs, over his abs to his hips. She smiled at him watching him closely as she shifted beneath him unwrapping her legs from around him creating some space between them. She hesitated for a moment licking her lips then slide her hands down again. Carefully watching him she slide her hand over the length of his manhood shivering lightly nervous about doing it.<br><br>"Is this ok?" she asked her voice quivering she was so nervous, it was one thing to respond to his simulations, and innocently explore his body, it was quite another to touch him so intimately. To think of doing what had come to her mind so easily, like second nature. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 22:41:11</strong>
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				She was shivering against him. Tristan wasn't sure what to expect as her hands stroked lightly down his body. He knew it felt good and he moved his weigh off her. He raised a little, lifting up. Giving her more access as he kissed her neck. His breath in shallow pants.&nbsp; His flesh screaming for her to touch more and not stop. He grunted in pleasure as he felt her fingers graze down his length. His cock jerked in response. He pressed his hips to her hands without thinking. <br><br>Her question both a distraction and sincere. His eyes half closed with her attention. The blood rushing to meet her curiosity. His loins aching with that building pressure.<br><br>It's very okay love," He murmured kissing and nibbling that sweet spot just behind her ear.<br><br>Her power. She had to know the power in her touch, more power than her kiss. The truth, real and physically unable for him to deny. His throbbing heat begging for her attention. <br><br>"Yes, touch me, Astrid." He whispered encouraging her. “Everywhere..”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 07:06:45</strong>
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				Astrid calmed with his reaction, there was something extremely appealing to having such power over another person. She was excited by his responce. She felt her body flush when he called her love but pushed the trembly, butterfly floaty feeling away telling herself she was reading too much into everything at the moment.<br><br>His encouragement made her smile and she slide her palms over him slowly marvelling at the heat of him. The chain links clicked lightly as her hands moved exploring his manhood at length, conquering what little fear she still had of the male form. Her breath quickened as she became excited, desire lacing threw her making her want him.<br><br>She slide her hands up his chest once more and pushed him back slightly. She smiled in a way only a woman testing her sexual powers can, she leaned up her lips grazing his ear "Lay back, please" She whispered her voice slightly off, huskier then normal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 01:17:45</strong>
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				The feel of her hands had him groaning against her neck. But he held still not sure of her reaction. Tracing along his pipe had his taking shallow breaths with each touch. He wondered if she knew how much he wanted her. His legs tightened with her attention.<br><br>Her hands moved then. A drip of sweat sent shivers down his back as the soft clinking of chain promised cool metal following her touch. Her hands upward along his rock hard abs once more.&nbsp; He was hard as the cock she had been teasing. One word repeated. More.<br><br>Tristan's eyes slits of want as she spoke in tones that echoed the throbbing deep inside his chest. Her small hands lead the way and he did as she asked. His own hands stroking her curves. He suddenly could not get enough of her. Had he ever, he wondered, placing himself in her loving care. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 08:03:13</strong>
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				She smiled as she shifted onto her knees gazing down at his naked form taking in the glorious site of him. She had little for comparison but to her he was perfect. She slid her hands down his chest and over his abs letting the cool chain trail behind them.<br><br>Her fingertips returned to his cock teasing along his length. She loved how his breathing changed just slightly and his body went tight. She felt equal able to effect him the same way he could her.<br><br>His hands on her body,so hot they felt like they burned her skin. Desire raced threw his, from his touch, her boldness, what she was about to do. When he'd guided her into arousal it had been good, amazing even but nothing compared to what she felt now. <br><br>Licking her lips she leaned forward, letting her hair fall over her shoulder, shielding her from his lust filled gaze. Removing her hands from his cock and using them to balance herself she pressed her moistened lips to his cock. She kissed him a few times as if getting used to the contact before sliding the tip over her tongue over the length of him, tasting him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 23:45:18</strong>
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				Excitement coursed through GoodFellow's body, causing his skin to tingle where she touched. She was already massaging his cock with her fingers until it was jutting erect beneath the loin cloth.&nbsp; One tug and the material and his sex straightened begging for her attention. <br><br>Tristan smiled encouragement. His hand slipping to her breast. Massaging her ripe melon. brushing a rough thumb over her nipple as she bent. He watched his mouth open as he took shallow breaths.<br><br>His throat had never been this dry. His mouth a sand box as she slowly moved her hand to and began to kiss his angry wet cock head. His hands froze on her as he felt her hot wet lips damped his ready cock. His head came back, his sides heaving as he groaned in a long tone of pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh god... yes Astrid," He mumbled as he held still while her tongue swiped away at the precum coating his cock head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 04:17:31</strong>
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				Astrid purred in responce a shiver of pleasure slipping threw her body hearing her name on his lips not to mention his hands on her body making her ache for his touch. She ran her tongue over him for a moment more getting used to the taste of him heavy on her tongue.<br><br>Pulling back for just a moment she licked her lips once more before slidding her parted lips over him taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him sucking on him softly. Slowly she bobbed her head taking just a bit more of him into her mouth with each decent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 17:21:41</strong>
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				GoodFellow's abs tightened as hard as a rock from Astrid's attention. He stretched out his legs as she opened her mouth again. He watched as she began to swallow that engorged head inch by inch. Her hot wet mouth soft as silk.&nbsp; He groaned loudly and one hand caressed her cheek with encouragement.<br><br>"Scrape it, love" and felt the head of his cock graze the roof of her mouth. <br><br>He hissed in pleasure. The sensation becoming almost unbearable as she took him deeper. He wanted her. God how he wanted her. He wanted to fire into her mouth. Give her a full load to taste. He was doing everything he knew how to keep from shoving his cock down her throat.<br><br>"Bring your.... hips around," He panted. "I want to..... taste you when I....... oh yesss......"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 05:35:26</strong>
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				She almost refused afraid of loosing focus once her touched her. But her body was on fire for him, begging for his touch. Just his fingers against her cheek made her want to whimper in pleasure. She moved slowly as she continued to work her mouth on his cock taking as much of him into her mouth as she could without taking him down her throat yet.<br><br>She brought her hips close to face and straddled him settling into position once more. Increasing the pressure of her mouth around him she careful slide him down her throat, she had the urge to gag but didn't instead moving slowly getting used to the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her throat as she slide her hands over his thighs loving how tight his muscles felt under her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 20:49:58</strong>
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				It was all new to her. GoodFellow marveled at her brave curiosity. He could feel her hungry lips sliding down his cock head. That sensation as he scraped against the roof of her mouth was agonizingly delirious.&nbsp; She moved.<br><br>She offered her cunt to his mouth as she settled on his face. His hands to her hips pulling her down. He lifted his head up to strike into her with his long thick tongue. Lapping the juice in her treasure and brush the tip of his tongue carefully against her hymen. <br><br>She was a vixen. Her mouth a velvet sucking pad. Her tongue at the underside of him and he shook and tense as he tried not to thrust into her mouth. But he groaned as he licked and chewed her clit. Mouthing her pussy lips with her own nectar. <br>His balls were coiling with that heavy pressure. He growled as the shocking charges ran thru his body like bolts of lightening.&nbsp; He dove into her cunt. His hand opened her ass cheeks. He plunged a finger into her sphincter as she rode his mouth. He wanted her juice to was his face while he sprayed thick cum down her throat. <br><br>He just hoped he could hold back until she was ready.&nbsp; But she was so bloody good!!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:12:08</strong>
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				It was like gas to a flame as he pushed his tongue into her. She moaned deep an low in her throat as she moved her hips riding his mouth, eagerly seeking the pleasure he was giving her. Her skin flushed with pleasure and she felt her whole body start to tighten, it wouldn't be but a few moments now.<br><br>Her mouth worked eagerly on his cock sucking him harder as she slide him quickly in and out of her throat scraping him against the roof of her mouth each time. Her fingertips dug into his thighs as his finger pushed into her ass and she groaned deep in the back of her throat. Her breathing sped up and she felt her body go even tighter. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock as she pulled away bobbing her head then slid him deep down into her throat, moaning as his mouth and tongue worked to drive her over the edge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 19:01:01</strong>
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				He was so close, his cock jerking and throbbing as she scraped down his length. Swallowing him and he couldn't wait any longer. His hand along her belly and he cupped and pinched her nipple between his fingers before diving to her other breast. His hips lifted slightly up each time she went down on his cock again. He groaned into her drilled slit. His tongue ravaging her as his finger thrust into her pucker hole adding to her build.<br><br>He shouted into her slit, "CUM! ASTRID!" as his balls tightened. <br><br>He pushed his mouth to swallow her whole pussy. His tongue struck deep and pushed against her tight tunnel. Tapping her hymen as his finger rammed and stirred her anal hole buried inside her and twisting. His fingers pinching and tugging whatever nipple he currently had in his grip. It was her turn to explode and he wanted to taste all of her sweet juice. <br><br>The pressure at his gut unbearable. There was no stopping this wreck. He crashed into her mouth. His cock jerked hard as his hot load of cum shot into her mouth. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 23:55:09</strong>
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				The command ricocheted threw her body and she cried out as her body jerked with the intensity of it breaking free. Pleasure raced along each nerve ending until nothing else existed but the exquisite feeling crashing over her and Goodfellow's body beneath hers, his cock in her mouth.<br><br>It was seconds after her body exploded with her orgasm that she felt his cock jump in her mouth and the taste of his thick cum coat her tongue. She swallowed taking him deep down her throat as his cum filled her mouth. She tried not to loose any but she felt some dribble out of the corner of her mouth as she continued to swallow trying to get it all, moaning as she did so her pleasure still crashing over her in waves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 01:42:31</strong>
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				Tristan shot off like a rocket. Her mouth holding him like a velvet clamp. The vacuum she created had him emptying his full load as he tried not to show his cock down her throat. He bellowed with the intensity of that other release. <br><br>Tristan was drowning in the love juice of this very wild woman as he ground her sex against him hard, fast and furious. Her legs slammed against his shoulders in that final hellish release. He rode his tongue into her with each seizing next wave of heated orgasm. He licked and cleaned her as her inferno smoldered into burps of abrupt moans and gasps. <br><br>She had painted evil pleasure with her tongue and he too have heaving for each breath. So sensitive he thought she was going to scrap off his head. His cock jerked and spilled the last of his offerings as he swallowed around his softening shaft.<br><br>"Ohhh,....bloody helll..." He hissed and chuckled as her touch brushed a little more shooting sensation everywhere.&nbsp; <br><br>His hand to her cheek caressing her. "Oh, Astrid... so good.. So very good."<br><br>He kissed her pussy tenderly, "Turn love... and let's snuggle."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 05:52:31</strong>
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				Astrid moved off of him her movements slow, her body soft and relaxed. A soft smile played on her lips as she laid down next to him letting her body curl into his as she laid her head on his shoulder and curled her arms against his side the cool metal of the cuffs pressing against him. Her breathing returned to normal and she relished in the soft sweet feelings pervading her. <br><br>She let her eye lids fall closed not really asleep just relaxing, feeling the heat of his skin under her cheek the smell of him so comforting all around her, she could even just hear his heart beat. On impuse she pressed a light kiss to his skin as she snuggled against him smiling softly.<br><br>In the back of her mind she knew they couldn't stay like this, she couldn't be nice to him, or anyone for that matter. It seemed almost more important now to miss behave then before, she didn't want to graduate and be sold to someone else. She tried to imagine how she'd be able to be mean to him but she knew she'd figure it out. Maybe she'd get luck and his prick that hair trigger temper of hers and she wouldn't have to pretend. <br><br>She smiled to herself at the thought. She knew she should say something about the time, how the had class, that in a few hours Shaw would be expecting them. But she couldn't bring herself to end their time together, if anything she wanted to prolong it. Shivering lightly as the cool air caressed her heated skin she pulled up the blanket around them settling against him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 06:08:05</strong>
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				He kissed her hair as she rested against him. His arms around her holding her tenderly and massaging her back. She pulled up the blanket and he chuckled, delighting in her thoughtfulness. He nuzzled her head cooling against her. Her body so soft he could not think past this moment. <br><br>Those other moments seemed far off. There would be class. There would be her punishment later.&nbsp; He would be required to act as her trainer and her teacher. For now he simply was himself wanting more time with who she was inside. His eyes closed and opened slowly. Her warmth against him, their intimacy and her breath on his chest made him sleepy. <br><br>What could a short nap hurt, he thought as took a deep breath. <br><br>He whispered, "Warmer now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 16:12:26</strong>
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				"Yes" she murmured softly her voice edged with the lightest touch of sleep. She opened her eyes for a moment to look up at him and smile. There was a tenderness there that if she'd known could be so easily read in her eyes she would have hidden. As it it was it spoke of feels she had no business feeling for a man half the time she held such anger for.<br><br>Her eyes drifted closed once more but the soft smile never left her lips as her breathing changed just slightly, deepening as she fell into a light sleep curled against him. Her dreams were untroubled for the short time she slept, as if some how she knew she was safe with him. It didn't matter that she knew him not at all, that in the grand scheme of things nothing had changed, just that for a short time she could steal a few moments of happiness with some one she cared for a great deal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 01:14:42</strong>
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				Everything that mattered had changed and nothing had changed. He relaxed in the arms of this beautiful young woman and felt her slip off into sleep. He followed her. The worries that would come soon enough could wait. The duties could wait. It was enough that they slept in each others arms after enjoying the delights of an intimate encounter.&nbsp; <br><br>Maybe it was love. If it was it would find a way.&nbsp; For now Tristan GoodFellow slept with Astrid in his arms.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 11:59:10</strong>
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				Waking up in someones arms was a new experience for Astrid but she found she liked it immensely. She woke with a soft sigh and a smile on her face. She hadn't slept so well in a long time.<br><br>She moved slowly and very softly so not to disturb Goodfellow while he slept. She smiling down at him his face relaxed in sleep. Slowly she let her hand drift down his chest. The sun was low in the sky and while Astrid would have loved nothing more then to curl back up and sleep it had been voices in the hall that had awoken her and she knew soon someone would come looking for them.<br><br>She leaned down and brushed her lips against the shell of his ear, her breath teased against his neck. "Wake up love" she whispered leaning up she smiled down at him, "Can't stay in bed all day, much to my disappointment." She said with the lightest laugh as she ran her hands up his chest letting the cool chain trail along behind them as she moved her hands up, stroking his jaw lovingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:01:26</strong>
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				Tristan felt her move but thought at first she was simply turning in her sleep. Her voice in his ear and her hot breath had him mumbling. He opened an eye reluctantly while his hands stroked up and down the curves of her hips. He turned and kissed her hand that's when he noticed where the sun was. <br><br>"Oh my, best go before they send the hounds," He chuckled and leaned up kissing her tenderly. <br><br>His arms gathering her against him. He enjoyed the feel of her chains on his chest almost as much as he enjoyed her. What was ahead was her training. Once they left her room she was another student and he another teacher.&nbsp; But the two of them had become something else as well and he couldn't help but feel that too. <br><br>He slowly relaxed his hold as he nuzzled her. Nothing had changed about their circumstances. <br><br>"Dressed or naked, love?" He asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 07:01:50</strong>
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				Astrid groaned lightly rolling off the bed away from him, stretching her arms above her as her feet hit the floor. Her eyes lit on the 'uniform' hanging all alone in the closet and she sighed softly. "I almost prefer being naked" she mumbled in ill humor as she walked over to the closet.<br><br>She was extremely tempted not to put the thing on. She hated it on principle, but the way everyone had stared earlier had really unnerved her, to the point where she kind of wanted to blend in. With a sour look she pulled it off the hanger and gave the thing an evil look. "You have to take off the cuffs for me to put it on." She said noting the long sleeves of the ridiculous white fish net cat suit. <br><br>"Or you could help me." She said teasing him as she sat down on the edge of the bed, the uniform in hand, her dark hair tumbling down her back, mused from sleep, a slightly flirty smile playing at the corner of her lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 18:46:17</strong>
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				Tristan chuckled watching her make faces as she held up the uniform. He watched in appreciation as she walked over. He too preferred her completely naked although for other reasons. Her request for help had him scooting length wise closer to the edge of the mattress. <br><br>When she sat he curled around her and kissed her thigh. <br><br>&nbsp;"I could help you couldn't I," He teased. <br><br>His hand snaking around her side. Brushing her warm skin. His finger tips feeling the rise of her melon.&nbsp; Cupping her breast as he kissed her belly. <br><br>"I should imagine I can help you quite a lot," He said as he lay kissed higher.<br><br>"Hmmmm..." He said kissing up the valley of her torso. She was eatable ...again.<br><br>He sighed, "Dressing... right."<br><br>He sat up and lifted her on his lap. His hand cupping her breast pressing her back to his chest. He kissed the back of her neck before speaking.<br><br>"Your so delicious in cuffs," He whispered as he released her right wrist. "Do you know what I like most about you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 08:08:41</strong>
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				"My winning personality?" She asked playful sarcasm heavy in her voice as she shivered from the kiss he'd pressed to the back of her neck. Unconsciously she rubbed her right wrist where the cuff had rubbed against her skin turning it bright red with irritation though no real damage was done.<br><br>Relaxed leaning back into his chest she bunched up[ the material of the right leg of the outfit as you would for nylons and lifted her leg drawing it up to her chest and slipping on the first leg then repeating the process with the next. Lifting her hips she slipped the garment up to her hips before settling back against him half 'dressed' if you could even call it that. <br><br>His last question lingered in her mind even after her quick sarcastic responce. She had no clue really why he'd even put up with her. She'd been a pain almost from the moment she'd met him and still he not only put up with her but was by far the nicest male she'd met in the last decade and the only one she trusted. <br><br>Turning her head slightly so she could look up at him she curled up in his lap, "What do you like about me?" She asked real curiosity in her voice instead of the normal fishing for compliments most girls would do in the same situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 20:46:38</strong>
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				“The list is by no means complete,” He said by way of disclaimer. “I like your courage of conviction.&nbsp; Your willingness to take the worst possible beatings for what you believe in and still hold true. I like your nerves of steel. The hate in your eyes. Your determination. Your endless energy.”<br><br>He pause a minute and brushed a curl as he cradled her in his arms. Looking deep in those eyes, a look meant only for her even thought he didn’t know it yet.<br><br>“I’m in awe of you,” He said quietly. “I have things, equipment, devices, skills and next to what you can do they mean nothing. All this stuff to mold you, train you into what you already are with the right touch. To make you what you least want to be, owned by the wrong man.”<br><br>“Yet here you are laying against me,” His voice deepened, softened in a different way, “ Today I was worried about you. I gave you to Miss Rogers because I didn‘t want another man to have you. I’ve never felt like that.&nbsp; However you do it, you do it with nothing at all.”<br><br>“I like everything about you...and more,” his lips pressed to her as he gave her a long tender kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 09:10:10</strong>
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				Astrid listened with rapt attention a light blush stealing into her cheeks, unused to anything positive being said about her. An amused smile crossed her lips when he mentioned the hate in her eyes as a positive rather then a negative as so many other people would equate it to.<br><br>She bit her lower lip a quivery unfamiliar feeling sweeping threw her first at the look he gave her then increasing when he said he was in awe of her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so safe. To think it was in the arms of the man who was supposed to break her. <br><br>She wasn't sure she liked the next part of his little speech and it showed on her face as her eye brows drew together slightly and she got a puzzled look on her face as she considered his words. She wanted to argue that she wasn't a slave, that if that's what he thought of her he was very, very mistaken but she held quiet. He obviously didn't think it a bad thing and she didn't want to argue while curled up in his arms, a place that was fast becoming her favorite but she tucked the thought away. She'd prove to him she was owned by no one the same way she'd proved he couldn't break her, by actions instead of words.<br><br>She was surprised by his reasoning for handing her over to Rogers. She'd figured earlier it was because she was a pain in the ass and the woman was basically the vice principle here. She hadn't even though about the possibility that he wouldn't want her in the hands of another man. She found that she was extremely pleased with his possessive streak especially while it was her he was being possessive of.<br><br>She felt herself blush again as he said he liked everything about her. The kiss he gave her was tender and lingering and she returned it in kind running her hands up his chest and around his neck as she turned slightly in his lap pressing nearer to him even as part of her mind told her she needed to slow down and pull away. <br><br>As the kiss ended she smiled softly up at him. She slipped her hands down to his shoulders again as she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before slipping out of his lap. As happy and content, even loving as she felt nothing could stop her survival instincts from screaming at her that she was in danger, even louder now then usual combatting the happy feeling tempering it with caution.<br><br>She smiled as she slipped her right hand into the sleeve of the sex slave cat suit and the struggled to do the same with the left with the thick cuff still holding on to it. After a few moments and stretching the material she managed it. She kept her hands busy first buttoning up the long row up the back of the uniform then moving over to her desk and brushing the tangles from her hair. <br><br>She had the compulsion to say something to him, something probably stupid and inept, or worse the truth of what she was feeling. So instead of speaking, determined to keep her mouth shut so she wouldn't make a fool of herself she hummed as she worked the brush threw her hair letting it fall in graceful waves around her shoulders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:08:10</strong>
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				Tristan leaned over the bed and scooped up his shorts. A moment later he was dressed. He adjusted the vest before stepped behind her. His face in her hair as he took a deep breath. Trying to breath every cell of her into his memory before he took her to her last class. <br><br>He would put her cuffs on so that her hands were in front. He wanted her to walk beside him, with him.&nbsp; She was his student. His.&nbsp; <br><br>Somehow he'd find a way to own her before she was auctioned. He'd have to speak with Lady Shaw. Surely something could be worked out. Something. <br><br>It was stupid to fall in love with them. He knew that. This wasn't love. Tristan GoodFellow knew better. Shaw had warned him that love tainted a trainer's perspective. Skewed a trainer's thinking. She told him she wouldn't tolerate it. He had agreed. Love was foolish.&nbsp; It wasn't love. What he and Astrid had was so much bigger. <br><br>"Whenever your ready, Astrid" He whispered against her neck. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 09:33:27</strong>
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				She tried not to relax into him, to feel safe with him so close. It took effort to stiffen her body and step away from him. She schooled her features into a sonic mask and drew her disdain around her like a cloak. She knew if anyone got any whiff of the idea that something had shifted with them with out her submission she'd be given to someone else. The idea made her shutter.<br><br>She shook her head a bit annoyed with herself. A taste of happiness and already she was scared of going back to her old life. She squashed the fear knowing it was another weakness someone cunning would exploit and drew away from Goodfellow her body in tight lines and her hands in fists in front of her. Her nod was curt and her mouth in a tight line, "I'm ready." she said her voice flat, her face devoid of emotion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 18:30:46</strong>
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				There were things that had to be done to keep her safe. Things he wouldn't have found important three days ago. Now they were very important. <br><br>GoodFellow was going to mention it to her. However, she must have sensed it first and began to distance herself from him automatically. They were going out. He was dropping her off into a class room and leaving her to fend for herself then collect her later. <br><br>&nbsp;The day was half over. Her afternoon class would begin soon. She moved away. He walked to the door ready with her leash.<br><br>When she came over he clipped her wrists to the lead like it was nothing personal. His eyes hardened. There would be questions unless. Questions were unacceptable. He would not lie but the truth would end their relationship. He was not willing to lose her now. Not now. Not ever.<br><br>His hand shot out. Palm open. The contact exploding on her face. Hard enough to turn her head. He wanted a nice red palm outlined on her cheek.<br><br>It was the answer to any question anyone had about their tardiness. It would be clear that he had spent time beating her which was an acceptable reason for tardiness. Especially for a new student. Tardiness was expected the first year. <br><br>His voice in that tone he had for her earlier. Light and business like. No apology. She was his. No one else would have her.<br><br>"There," He said calmly. "Now you're presentable."<br><br>GoodFellow tugged on the chain as he opened the door, "Come along."<br><br>GoodFellow glanced at the clock in the hallway. The muted sound of a whip and the soft cry of a youth seeped into the passageway as if emphasizing what was normal and accepted. <br><br>"Ahhh... you'll be just in time for English Literature," GoodFellow said heading towards the exits outside. <br><br>He tugged again on the chain. A reminder that he would keep her safe. No matter what that might mean to them both. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:37:41</strong>
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				"Classes and a bruise. Aren't I a lucky girl?" She said tartly pulling lightly against the leash if only to make her displeasure known before falling into step with him. Her cheek burned from the slap and she half wished for her make up kit but knew he was trying to create an excuse. Still she chewed her lower lip with annoyance. He hadn't hit her once no matter what she'd done to provoke him now he did so to hide what had happened. It made her nervous.<br><br>Her thoughts kept twisting in her mind making her want to draw away from everything, everyone. It was easier&nbsp; she knew how to shut out the world, survive even if it could hardly be termed living. She wasn't good at being exposed. Without realizing she'd made a decision or that she'd even made up her mind her chin went up slightly the arrogant angles returning, her back straitening stiffly. She could feel her finger nails digging crescents into the fleshy part of her palm as she withdrew once more. <br><br>She walked with Goodfellow as he lead her her walk practically screaming to stay back. Her eyes held a hint of disdain for everything and everyone around her and there was more then a bit of anger in the set of her lips. From looking at the girl it would have been impossible to tell that only moments ago she was happy in content. This girl didn't look like she knew how to be happy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 03:16:03</strong>
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				GoodFellow had never hit her. It was expected he would. There was already a few questions about his methods being less firm than others. Not quite up to standards. He saw no reason to leave marks on anyone just to get them to do what he wanted. Obviously many others disagreed. <br><br>He had chosen this one gift to give her. It would mean other things to some of the teachers with more seniority. Tristan no longer cared. He just wanted her for four more years. Enough time to figure something out. Safe enough. Wager the rest and buy her. Yes. He was already thinking that. He wanted her.<br><br>The English building was practically right next door. A spot around the corner. It was taboo to cross the grass. GoodFellow used the sidewalk. But he stood when he got her inside the door to the building. <br><br>Tristan turned. His hands on her forearms and he pressed her to the corner. His lips covering her in a hungry kiss. He didn't need to pretend. He crushed her to his chest and kiss her hard wanting her so badly he ached for her lips. <br><br>He let her go as suddenly as he had taken her. His voice a whisper for her ears, "That's to hold you for later."<br><br>Then he was off again. Her English class was the second door on the left. They were on time with a minute to spare as he opened the door.&nbsp; He turned to look at her his eyes hard with that hunger only she could quench. "In you go. Teacher's Mr. Graham. Mind your manners he's quick with the whip and cane. I'll pick you up when class is over."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 08:33:36</strong>
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				The kiss he pressed to her lips was intense and made her want to fight against it it was hard enough to try to pull back into what for her at least was normal with out him trying to shatter her resolve. The hunger he showed her was flattering and made a part of her want to melt into his embrace but she held back. Anyone could see, and she would know.<br><br>"If I behaved they'd know something was diffrent." She said her voice barley above a whisper and she sounded tired in the extreme. Taking a deep breath she steeled herself and smirked lightly some of the rebellious fire back in her eyes. "see ya." She said her voice light as if they were talking about something even remotely normal before turning to enter the class room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 00:24:05</strong>
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				She was right of course. GoodFellow watched her enter the room and knew she was right. He also knew she would pay for any misbehavior ten fold with this guy. <br><br>Theodore Graham the third had tenure up the ass. He was also considered by both facility and students as a strict teacher. Graham only saw two ways, his way and everyone elses. He was like a band saw cutting the exact line down a board .&nbsp; And Graham like the band saw paid no attention to what material was before him to cut into a precise piece, he just cut it all. His way. <br><br>Everyone else's way happened on the other side of the door. He even had an old chalk board and in the corner his two rules. The only two rules allowed in his class. Rule One, Mr. Graham is always right. Rule Two, in the unlikely event that Mr. Graham was misinformed Rule One applies.<br><br>Graham riveted on the door. The new student. He recognized her from this morning. She had acquired a uniform and a proper mark on her cheek. He nodded in approval wondering who she belonged to until he saw the three year Art teacher. <br><br>"Found your lost lamb then," Graham said not thinking much of someone who can't keep up with one bloody freshman.<br><br>"Yes, the Assistant Head Mistress misplaced her actually," GoodFellow stated calm. <br><br>At the title his posture changed. Miss Roger's had lost the girl. Lady Shaw would see to that properly. Graham had applied for that position. It should have been his not someone who couldn't keep up with charges at hand. But who was he to say. He did his job. Taught English literature and to hell with politics. <br><br>"All sorted out now I expected. I'll collect her later." GoodFellow told Graham and closed the door behind Astrid. <br><br>Graham watched the girl move closer. He pointed to a seat near the front of class. A freshman in a Junior year class seemed stupid to him.&nbsp; She couldn't possibly keep up, but it wasn't his decision. He was just the English lit teacher.<br><br>"Have a seat young..... " Graham looked on his roster, "Young Astrid. I shall explain everything to the class once all the books have been distributed."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 06:56:57</strong>
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				"Whatever" Astrid stated without much interest as she took the seat indicated crossing her legs and slouching down in her seat as the cuffs clanged against the desk top as she rested her bound hands on the solid surface. Her eyes caught in the rules written on the corner of the black board and she smirked rolling her eyes. <br><br><em>Oh this'll be fun</em> she thought morbidly as she put on a bored look her eyes drifting to the window as she showed a complete lack of respect for the teacher standing in the front of the room. She had ever intention of doing the class work but no of obeying the teacher. Nothing had changed not really, Astrid still saw the world in black and white there was right and wrong and nothing else. To her way of thinking Graham was wrong and she'd fight against him with every weapon at her disposal no matter what the cost. A beating would be the least of her worries very soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 17:03:54</strong>
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				Graham caught the insolence immediately. Unruly freshmen were in one of his morning classes. He liked them in groups so learning occurred quickly. These well behaved juniors would simply have to tolerate the taming of this little handful. <br><br>He watched as two students distributed the two books. <br><br>"Open your English lit, Early or Old English. The oral traditions. Turn to the table of contents." Graham said as he tossed a piece of chalk in the air. <br><br>"A chapter every two days. Quizs Wednesday and Fridays. Big tests Monday based on the discussion from Tuesday and Thursday the week prior. Bring note taking material."<br><br>"This is an honors class. You'll be expect to keep up. Ask for additional help. Work alone and in small groups of two or three. This includes reciting portions of the work from the authors you'll be assigned to read."<br><br>"Questions?" Graham asked expecting none.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 21:47:00</strong>
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				The book was placed on Astrid's desk and she opened to the table of contents letting her eyes skim down the list. Nothing there would be to taxing and she knew reading a chapter every two day wouldn't be a problem, if left alone she could finish a book in that amount of time, but in this place that would be impossible. Two solid days alone? She might as well wish for the hope diamond and time travel in the same breath.<br><br>For an advanced class it didn't seem to impressive so far. But the discussion sounded fun. She always wished she had someone to talk to about whatever she was reading so that would be a nice change. Idly she picked out a title at random and flipped the pages till she found it and read the first paragraph just to sample the kind of writting it was since the term 'Old English' meant little to her.<br><br>She listened with half an ear as he talked and was tempted to ask a question just because it was clear he expected none but she could think of nothing at the moment so stayed silent her eyes drifting back to her book as she continued to page threw it reading a sentence or two here and there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 23:26:36</strong>
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				Graham eyed the students but all was well.&nbsp; He cleared his throat.<br><br>"Very well Pairing for this first three weeks.... and last but not least Ruth and Astrid." Graham glanced over his horn rimmed glasses at the two girls.<br><br><br>"Your assignment. Chaucer's, The Legend of Good women. For those of you unfamiliar it recounts ten stories of virtuous women in nine sections. The legends are: Cleopatra, Thisbe, Dido, Hypsipyle, Medea, Lucrece, Ariadne, Philomela, Phyllis and Hypermnestra."<br><br>"It is quite possibly the first significant work in English to use the iambic pentameter or decasyllabic couplets which he later used throughout the Canterbury Tales. This form of the heroic couplet would become a significant part of English literature."<br><br>"Find two woman of this poem worthy of your research efforts and prepare to present that portion of the poem for the two women you have selected.&nbsp; See the notes on research and presentations in the syllabus provided."<br><br>" And to all the presenters......" He paused and gave them a heated look, "Not memorize but perform your bit as an oratory in old English. Questions see me tomorrow after 1 pm, I shall be in the music hall practicing the bag pipes." <br><br>He shuffled papers on the desk like they were a deck of cards before looking up at the class as the bell rang.<br><br>"You may be dismissed."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 07:04:04</strong>
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				Astrid eyed Ruth for a moment after they were paired together. She breifly assesed the other girl as the class came to a close. Glancing up at the door and not imediatly seeing Goodfellow Astrid started flipping threw her book to the story assigned.<br><br>She scanned the story picking out the woman she found most interesting before flipping back to the first page of the story. Fixing her gaze on the page she started reading quickly. She whispered the words to herdself enjoying the lyrical sound of the words as she read waitimg for Goodfellow to arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 08:48:39</strong>
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				GoodFellow slowed to a brisk walk as he came around the corner. It was a straight shot to the class. He came to collect her as soon as humanly possible. There were complications. Paperwork. A student to sort out. He was only three minutes behind schedule. Rather good for having all first year students who'd never heard of art.<br><br>He stepped to the open door and cleared his throat. "Mr. Graham, I assume everything is in order and I may collect my charge?"<br><br>Graham glanced over his glass frames at GoodFellow, "Your a lucky sot. This one can read. She might even do marginally well. Yes, she's all yours."<br><br>"Jolly good to hear that, sir." GoodFellow replied then spoke quietly to the girl, "Astrid, come!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 09:07:09</strong>
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				Astrid's head snapped up when he called her. In truth she'd been so absorbed she didn't even realize he was there until he said her name. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the brisk command even if it was said softly. Marking her page with a scrap of paper she closed the book with a snap and awkwardly held it in front of her as she stood up. <br><br>Silently she cursed the inventor of cuffs and all those who thought chaining up woman for entertainment would be fun. It made life extremely difficult at least parts of it. "Whats next, oh great teacher?" She said with sarcasm her voice heavy with boredom as she crossed the room to him her steps slow at if to make a point of her displeasure at being ordered around like a poodle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 09:33:57</strong>
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				GoodFellow quirked a brow as she replied. <br><br>"Well, grasshopper I sense you shall be learning many lesson in manners very soon." He told her.<br><br>Then clipped her leash to her collar. One last check to see all was right and then he stepped out the open door giving her leash a tug.&nbsp; She could be as naught as she wished. It was nearly five o'clock. <br><br>He would take her to his flat on campus tonight. Lady Shaw had some business with Miss Rogers she had to attend to. Astrid's disciple for those reckless violations was up to him. The catch was Lady Shaw would be inspecting Astrid for marks tomorrow. She was very thorough and he would be as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 09:54:16</strong>
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				"Yippy" Was Astrid's flat responce as he clipped the leash to the collar that for the time she'd forgotten she was wearing. The discused she felt for having forgotten surged forward choking her. It was more then disgust or lattent anger that made her drag her feet as Goodfellow lead her, it was fear. She hadn't forgotten about her purse or Shaw or what was to be done to her tonight and while pain was a familiar enemy it was an enemy just the same and part of her dreaded the beating she was sure to face.<br><br>Images of what had happened to Charlotte danced in her mind and she hated the quiver of fear that raced threw her. She'd give almost anything to go back to her room and study to be left alone to be spared this place and everything it stood for. and the attention she unintentionally drew to herself.<br><br>As her stress mounted she craved the very thing that had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Her attention returning to the world around her she glanced around the campus to the place he was leading her unfamiliar with her surroundings. "Where are we going?" She asked striving to sound bored and slightly uninterested silently horrified at the slight note of fear that crept into her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 00:47:42</strong>
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				GoodFellow was thinking as he walked her towards his building. Working things out so that he did what Lady Shaw would expect and punish Astrid his way. Her question broke thru his thought.<br><br>He replied before he was really focused on her question, "To my Flat."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 22:43:03</strong>
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				Her steps slowed enough that she was making the leash go taunt as she fell behind him. Confusion mared her pale face, delicate line forming between her eyebrows as she tried to figure out why she was being lead there, about the last place she ever expected to see even with their evolving relationship.<br><br>She was a little ashamed as distrust flicked threw her as she suspected some sort of trickery on his part. "Why are we going there?" she finally asked as the building loomed large in front of her as they drew ever closet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 10:23:02</strong>
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				GoodFellow felt the tension on the leash. She sounded strained. He slowed and spoke with calm reassurance.<br><br>"You broke some rules. I'm going to punish you all night long," He said as they approached the entry doors.<br><br>Then added, "This way I can snuggle you against me and go to sleep."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 12:46:23</strong>
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				A brush of fear tingled up her spine, too many memories flooded her mind that for a few moments it was impossible to remember she was no longer with 'owner' the man she hated so dearly but instead with Goodfellow, a man that couldn't be more diffrent if he tried.<br><br>His next words gentle and soft, not only helped her relax releiving her fear but sent a tremor of excitment threw her. It didn't seem to matter any more that good sense told her to hold back and keep her distance from him, because it was already becoming clear at least to her there was nothing anyone could do to stop her from falling for the inigma of a man.<br><br>She smiled softly quiely, a smile that told of her absolute trust in him, of her willingness to obay and follow him. She fell into step just behind him and wondered lightly at hiss words from before. Maybe she was just where she was ment to be. If she wasn't why did it feel almost natural to accept his control of her?<br><br>The track of her thoughts should have upset her but they did not. If it was alway like this. If it was always as comfortible as it was with Goodfellow maybe just maybe she could make a semi happy life for herself in this world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 20:43:14</strong>
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				GoodFellow opened the door and left her go first just so he could feel her brush past him. It was stupid to have someone you wanted walk behind you but rules were rules and if nothing else he followed them, every single one in his own way.<br><br>"Lift," he told her and stepped off towards it. <br><br>He pushed the button and brought her in front of him as they waited. His hands on her hips rocking gently against her as he brushed his five oclock shadow along the line of her neck. Her punishment had begun. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 21:59:40</strong>
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				Astrid shivered lightly her body sharpening with awarness. The whole world around them shrank till it was just the two of them, for her nothing else in the world mattered.<br><br>She tilted her head to the side allowing him greater acsess to her throat as he rubbed his face corse with a day growth of beard across her sensitive skin. She leaned back into the solid wall of his chest relishing in the heat coming off his body, enjoying the strength of him against her back.<br><br>They could just hear the lift dropping towards them before the bell announced it's arrival and the doors slid open. She glanced over her shoulder breifly before pulling away from him softly to step into the lift. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 01:10:29</strong>
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				<br>GoodFellow was just warming up. She nestled against him and turned her head inviting more of what he wanted to do. He would have liked nothing more than to forget the lift and keep teasing her but then he couldn't punish her properly. <br><br>She slipped away and gave him plenty to appreciate as she danced into the lift. He wore a cockeyed grin as he stepped in and moved behind her. His hands down her forearms to her hips as he was about to chew her neck and leaned in the direction of the control buttons. So very close.....<br><br>"HOLD!!&nbsp; HOLD the LIFT!!" It was the deep frantic voice of Mr. Plythe moving closer.<br><br>GoodFellow sighed and pressed the hold button as a square build man wearing a plaid green turtle neck and the huffing snorter on four feet with him sneeze entering the lift.<br><br>"Good show, Trystan," Mr. Plythe said.<br><br>GoodFellow glanced down at his snot covered boot toe and curled the ends of his lips up in what he hoped was a smile. He turned to respond to the teacher.<br><br>"Reggie!! Bad boy," Mr. Plythe scolded the bull dog.<br><br>"Going up then?" GoodFellow remarked as he eyed the pair.<br><br>They seemed well suited to each other. If it was true about owners and dogs looking alike, it was very true of Mr. Plythe and Reggie. They had the same stocky build, the same sweaters and Reggie could have well been Mr. Plythe's four footed son with the look they both gave Astrid. One of curiosity and distain, like she was out of place among them and unlike GoodFellow they really didn't know what to do with her.<br><br>GoodFellow saw the look from dog and owner and answered, "I have a permit."<br><br>"Four please ," Mr. Plythe replied and eyed Astrid like she was a cat, "I heard they bite and scratch."<br><br>GoodFellow pressed 2 then 4 before responding, "I'm counting on it."<br><br>There was silence for a few minutes as the foursome waited for the lift to move. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 09:48:07</strong>
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				The sound of the voice disrupted Astrid's thoughts completely and she let out an audible sigh as goodfellow leaned forward to press the hold button. So much for fun in the lift she thought sourly as she tried to cross her arms in disappointment the damn cuffs thwarting her, god how she hated them.<br><br>The dog startled her and she took a reflexive step back. She didn't like dogs much but was distracted somewhat by the man as he spoke. For a moment she was confused wondering who he was talking to. Once she understood she felt like a moron she was so used to thinking of the man as Goodfellow she'd quiet forgetten it wasn't his name. It struck her as morbidly funny that she was just now learning his name and bit back a smile of humor as she listened to the men talk and tried to ignore the looks for the man with the dog.<br><br>She smirked in amusement at the comment the dog man made about biting and scratching that she figured must be about her and Goodfellows responce. Silence fell and it was a moment before the lift&nbsp; lurched slightly and started to rise. Startled Astrid used both hands the chain clinking as she held on to the wall for balance unused to the sensation of rising threw the air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 23:31:09</strong>
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				<br>GoodFellow felt the lift move upward suddenly. It did that every time and he was ready for it. He hadn't thought anything about it until he felt Astrid jerk. His arms folding around her to support her while she gained her balance. <br><br>What a splendid excuse to hold her!&nbsp; He immediately cross out any thoughts of taking the stairs as he stood properly, of course, for Mr. Plythe and Reggie as the lift chugged along.<br><br>&nbsp;Finally it ground to a halt. An eternity later the door slide open and finally the bell dings signaling they had arrived at 2.&nbsp; GoodFellow gave the man a nod as Mr. Plythe and Reggie made good their escape.<br><br>"Come along Reggie," Mr. Plythe said then gave a call out over his shoulder to the lift, "Good night Tristan!"<br><br>"Good night Sir!" Goodfellow said pushing the closed door button frantically.&nbsp; <br><br>Mercifully the lift door closed and they were off again. This time GoodFellow hand his arms around her and was nibbling her neck. <br><br>"Miss me?" He rumbled heating her neck.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 00:42:53</strong>
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				Astrid stepped off the lift relived not only to be getting off but to be leaving the company of the man with the distastful dog. An amused smile curved her lips at the frantic nature Goodfellow...Tristan used to push the close button.<br><br>His arms went around her and she leaned into him, enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by him. his quetion spoken against her neck sparked shivers to run threw her. "No." her said without thought, "Well maybe." she amended playfully. A sigh of pleasure worked its way up her throat and past her lips and she almost laughed at how her body made lies out of her words "yes" she finally admited tilting her head to the side inviting his touch as she leaned into him a bit more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 07:57:14</strong>
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				He chuckled as he held her. She was offering her neck so he could tease her that much more. <br><br>“That’s good,” He responded as he walked her down to room 208. <br><br>“Turn around and dig the keys out of my pocket.” He whispered to her.<br><br>He was far to busy caressing her breasts and eating her neck than actually caring if they got inside the flat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 09:21:50</strong>
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				Standing in front of his door, she slipped away from him at his request. Teasing him with her absence and delibrate slowness she ran her hand down his chest, the chains chiming a merry melody as she moved. Feeling her way down his body she kept her eyes on him a playful smirk on her face and a hint of lust in her eyes.<br><br>Her agile fingers dip into his first pocket both exploring and caressing him threw the thin fabric. Smiling lights she withdrew her empty hands and moved slowly as she explored the next pocket. Her fingers find the cool metal of the keys and she pulls them out while taking a few steps back untill her back meets the door stopping her playful retreat. Shaking the keys infront of her she smirks a him standing just a few feet out of his reach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 19:05:01</strong>
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				His eyes on her as she stepped and turned. The heat of her against him dissipated and left him in a vacuum. It made him want her more. Her hands reached out to explore his chest. <br><br>GoodFellow wondered if she could hear his heart pounding like he could. His eyes never left hers. The promise of more and devilment plan to read in those twinkling embers. <br><br>He was panting as she stroked down his hard torso. His body tensing to welcome her touch. The soft rattle of her wrists cuff adding to his excitement. He wanted to pull her to him but he held off and wasn't sure why until she glided to his pocket by way of the bulge in his trousers.<br><br>She had his loins aching with her expert touch. He was taking those kinds of breaths as his body filled with a fire that she was encouraging. Teasing. And he let her, wanting her to touch him. <br><br>"Oh my. No keys. A puzzle that," He said like a groan.<br><br>Her hands moved across his body evilly. Her eyes told him she knew exactly what he was going thru. He grinned.<br><br>He straightened as Astrid reached into the pocket with the keys. It was all he could do not to throw her down on the hallway and take her right there but she removed her buried treasure and stepped backwards while he watched. The door barred her way.<br><br>He chuckled and stepped slowly towards her, "You know what they say about naughty girls who play with the bull."<br><br>She was there smirking and he kept coming until he was pressing his hard body against her. He pinned her hands to his chest as he bent to kiss her. His hands touching her as he rocked his hips. His fingers sliding the keys from her grasp and pressed his lips to hers in the kind of kiss meant to have her so hot and bothered she couldn't think. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 22:12:10</strong>
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				Astrid reveled in the affect she had on Goodfellow. She loved the huskiness in his voice and the look in him eye, even more she loved that it was her that was the cause.<br><br>The door pressed against her back, imprisoning her as he slowly advanced on her. The way he moved with such athletic grace, and complete confidance reminded her fleetingly of a jaguar stalking it pray. For whatever reason she found the imagry pleasing.<br><br>"They&nbsp; get the horns?" she asked teasingly as he pressed his big body against her pinning her inescapably againts the door. A flash of instinct told her to fight and run that she crushed, fleetingly she wondered how long that fear and anger would live with her.<br><br>He slipped the keys from her fingertips&nbsp; and she dug her fingertips into his shirt holding on to him even as he bent his head down to kiss her. She caught a look of fire in his eyes before his kiss overwhelmed her. As was becoming a trend between them Astrid lost herself to Goodfellow.<br><br>She clung to him as they kissed and if she weren't pressed between the door and his body she'd have to wonder how she was still standing. Fire raced threw her body and she growned into the kiss she returned with feverish abandon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 20:31:12</strong>
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				<br>GoodFellow's hand with the key to the lock. His mind wasn't on the task. The key hung in the latch as she returned that kiss with her own full bodied passion. Had he ever been kissed in that way. Never. <br><br>This kiss did things none of the rest ever did. The want turned to a need that began to consume him.&nbsp; Inside out he burned with desire. Flames roared in his ears. He pulled her tight against him. The door burst open with the heat of that kiss.<br><br>It drove him like the hellish winds inside his veins. He kicked the door closed without missing a step. His hands teasing her breast, and gripping her hips. Giving her contact along that hard raging animal lusting for her. <br><br>He carried her past the living room and thru the bed room door and to the bed. One hand tossed the covers back. Gently, without any pretense of anything else, he laid her on the mattress. Nothing else was on his mind all day. He had held back, found distractions, kept his distance but no more. <br><br>For the first time in his life, Tristan GoodFellow wanted.&nbsp; And he wanted Astrid now and forever.<br><br>His fingers fumbled tearing open her clothing. His voice deep with that fire she burned him with. <br><br>" I want you," He whispered then kissing her again as he released her cuffs. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 09:03:37</strong>
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				Even with her mind consumed by desire and need so great mere wprd could not describe, the cuffs being removed caught her attention and while the two of them kissed she flung the hated things away from her.<br><br>Her uniform hang from her body torn by Goodfellows was quickly removed. Fear threaded threw Astrid as she pushed off the hated garment and moved to pull Goodfellow closer to her. The fear echoed within her for a moment before being burned away like a morning fog as desire lashed threw her mixed with the love she refused to admit she felt for Goodfellow.<br><br>More sure of her self them she'd been since her arrival at this twisted school she pulled Goodfellow to her as she kissed him with everything she had. She tore at his clothing needing to feel his skin against her own.<br><br>She moaned softly asgainst his lips as the shirt gave way and she was able to arch her body and press herself against his chest. Her hands skimmed down over his body restlessly. He'd taught her well when hd taught her of desire and need. Fire burned threw her as she skimmed her hands over his ass squeezing playfully before running to the front of his pants to try to wrestle them open, her hands rubbing generously against him with her efforts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 00:27:57</strong>
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				Tristan's lips never leaving hers as her hands were free to touch. Touch she did. How had he survived without her touch. His belly tightened with the need to cradle her in his arms and have her clinging to his shoulders as she tried to catch the next breath.<br><br>He raised his hips slightly to give her room for those busy hands. Access to his trousers and to that long hard shaft ready to telescope inside her. He chewed and kissed her down her neck. <br><br>His own fingers dancing against her clit. Swirling along her tender pussy lips. Brushing along the unopened need of her desire.&nbsp; He tossed in his own hunger like a match on the kerosene coating her channel just to hear her burning like he was. <br><br>He was trying not to make groaning sounds but couldn't help it. What she was doing was about to have him shoot off in her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 01:12:00</strong>
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				Astrid moaned low in her throat as she arched against his fingers that were quickly making it impossible to think of anything but her own over whelming desire and barely contained need.<br><br>She pushed away his pants impatient with a need for him that went beyond what they'd already done, now she wanted so much more. Had she not been so consumed by desire fear would have intruded turning her cold,&nbsp; but even she wanted to she could summon an ounce of fear. All she felt besides desire was an excitment she wasn't quite willing to admit to.<br><br>She ran her hands up his body caressing him as she arched and strained beneath him. His groans hightebed her own pleasure and quickened her desire "Please. Tristin." she said sounding breathless and needy, a slight pleading in her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 19:00:01</strong>
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				He would not deny her his hunger. He mouthed her breast suckling her nipple caressing her breast with his teeth. His trousers pushed down his legs. His cock flag poling. Jutting out at attention, the attention her lips and fingers had set upon him. <br><br>Her nipple coned as he gave it a tugged. His hand to the granite shaft that was his cock. The blunt head coated with his juice to ease his entry into her. He moved closer until her hot damp heat seared his angry ready weapon and he hissed.<br><br>The pleasure of contact shot thru every nerve in his body. His heart beat thundered in his ears as he lifted her hips. His eyes never leaving hers. Spreading her excited lips as he grazed her with that engorged head. <br><br>He pressed that cannon again her tiny slit. A little more pressure to push her open as he licked and chewed her breasts. Sensation with intrusion of the most primal kind. The raging lust boiling in him, throbbing into that massive weapon. Easing in and out slowly, inch by inch further. Giving her more of him as he forced her untried channel wider. Until she had taken his pulsing head.<br><br>He adjusted his hands. Gulping air as he worked deeper inside her. Bringing her against his chest as he groaned with deep animal sounds. Primitive sounds of savage carnal appetite.<br><br>&nbsp;Covering her in that most intimate of sexual contact as he stroked in and out of her. Giving her more of his rock hard shaft. So tight around his angry head, she gripped each inch of shaft instantly shooting jolts of lightening thru his body. The heat of her swollen walls scorching his mean steel as he could enter no further. Her maiden fortress blocking his full strike.<br><br>His eyes piercing into hers. This last moment before he would break into her. Drown her in a pool of ecstasy. <br><br>Those feelings he had hidden even from himself surging in that moment.&nbsp; He knew he looked into the eyes of his soul mate. The woman who had taken his heart and made it her own.<br><br>"Choose me..." He whispered holding off the full heat of his lust.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 22:41:47</strong>
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				Astrids body became a familier strange as powerful sensations, pleasure too great to contain within her, burned hot and fast scortching her from the inside out making breathless and needy at the same time. Her breasts so sensitive shot liquid pleasure threw her making her moan as his lips tonue and teeth created such sweet agony. She threaded the fingers of one hand into his hair holding him to her as the other gripped his shoulder.<br><br>She gasped and moaned softly in suprise and pleasure at the first contact between the blunt maleness of his body and the heart of her feminity. Pleasure washing threw her and excitment leaping low in her belly making her tremble and her whole body tighten with desire and anticipation.<br><br>Her eyes stayed steady on his as he lifted her hips. His hands felt like fire against her skin burning her even more. While feverish excitment and lust colored her gaze there was no hint of fear in her dark gaze only perfect trust in him as she gave up the last peice of her body she'd protected so venomously for so long.<br><br>The press of his body entering hers made her groan and tighten her body around him as her legs wrapped around him. Her nails dug into his shoulder and her fingers tightened in his hair as his mouth created sweet agony against her breasts and his body invaded hers. The sensation of being claimed washed over her but instead of upsetting her as one would expect she just felt contentment as her body responded eagerly to his every touch.<br><br>The stroke of his body within hers made her moan aloud and arch her body against his as he pressed her against his chest. Her eyes met his as he stilled and her ragged breathing caught in her throat at the emotions she saw there. His voice caressed her skin and the emotions that broke past her careful control in responce to him were evidant in her expressive eyes and her whispered responce.<br><br>Her body relaxed and the hand that was tangled in his hair caressed down the line of his jaw as she gave him a soft smile. "Tristan," she breathing his name as if it were a prayer, "Yes." she whispered her voice thick with emotion. She leaned up and kissed him soft and deep telling him in the only way she could that she loved him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 18:46:46</strong>
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				Her permission propelled him yet took a while to arrive.&nbsp; He stroked into her only just so far. Snaking a hand between them so that his finger tips stroked across her clit as he rocked into her. Slowly and deliberately tossing more kerosene on the blaze he had started. Building her passion higher. Driving her arousal right to the edge.&nbsp; <br><br>He wanted her twisting and writhing, barely able to breath under him. Taking her to that place where she was totally consumed by the needs of her body. Only then did his hand like steel grip her hip. Lift her into position. His breath heated on her neck as he grazed his teeth where he was kissing. And sink fully into her. <br><br>There was no longer any control.&nbsp; His held off lust surged thru his pulsing veins to his engorged shaft. He took her to her floor. Stirred into her. Panting like a bull, like a wild beast as he pistoned into the tight vice grip of her vessel. Needing her to begin her orgasm so that he too could release. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 00:11:03</strong>
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				Astrid grip his shoulder tightly her nail digging into him as her passion spiked. She could barely think as his finger tips stroked her. Her breathing turned harsh as she moved her hips with him seeking the pleasure that was so so close to exploding within her.<br><br>&nbsp;His hands gripped her hips and she moaned and panted her body a mass of sensation and raging desire. She could do little more then strain beneath him burning with liquid need. The momenrary pain that he caused was so little it did little to distract her and was quickly over whelmed by everything else.<br><br>Instead the stroke of him so deep within her drove to the edge and pushed her over. She scream out at the shock and intencity of the pleasure that burned threw her body like a wild fire. "Tristan" she moaned long and loud as she body was raked with wave after wave of pleasure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 01:00:30</strong>
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				She clenched. Her whole body clenched trapping them both in the hellish fire of that storm. Mercilessly vicing his weapon against each of his savage slices. He drove his shaft to his hilt inside her, snapping back half emergent from her convulsing need before pitching them both into the inferno that engulfed her, consumed him. <br><br>He snarled as if a beast. Grunting and pawing at her hips as he crash into her scraping ecstasy. Jackhammering his need. Pressure building until he could not hold back. He threw himself into her as she clawed him for more. <br><br>Her volcanic eruptions coupled with his mighty detonations, exploding as if the water had broken a dam.&nbsp; Swimming in the frothing torrents of their breathless thunder storm. Unable to stop, unable to escape, caught and holding tight to each other as that which came thru them was out of their control.<br><br>He held her against him as they rode thru it together.&nbsp; Searing their bodies to each other as the flames turned them over and over in that unbroken lava flow until they were immersed. Her cries and his bellows lost amid the fury. <br><br>When it was over. When he was spent and dripping with sweat and she lay beneath him trembling and catching her breath. When the storm with all it's power and thunder had past. The room seemed cooler. Sounds around them replaced the rush of the storm. It was then he looked into her eyes as the man he truly was. A hint of concern in the shape of his brow as he touched her flush cheek and gently cradled her to him. <br><br>Still buried deep inside her. Their union complete.&nbsp; They lay sealed together as one. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 02:15:33</strong>
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				Astrid closed her eyes as she pressed her cheek into his hand, a smile playing on her lips. She closed her eyes in contentment but also to hide the glimmering sheen of tears she could feel there.<br><br>Emotions surged threw her, powerful and conflicting. She tried to push them away and focus on the happiness she felt, but it felt as if the wall she'd always kept so close around her was crumbling and falling around her.<br><br>She felt raw and exposed. Fear made her want to pull away from him and run, so she could cry all the tears she'd denied herself for ten years. His gentle touch, the way he handled her like she was delicate soothed her and calmed her down so she didn't feel like she was either going to start balling or have a panic attack.<br><br>She took a deep breath and opened her eyes forcing her mind from the emotional war raging in her as old hurts, fear, and love fought for dominance.<br><br>As she looked at him she couldn't help but wonder if loving him would heal her or distroy her. Slowly and softly she smiled at him with love reflecting in her eyes as she turned her head slightly to kiss his fingertips as she cuddled closer to him soothed by being held in his arms safe from everything, even herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 06:18:42</strong>
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				It was the moments when time took a little break away from humanity. The time that lengthened to it's epic proportion. The time that suddenly had no place as they sealed their commitment to each other in the fury of their need and the thunder of their completion. <br><br>Tristan was gulping for each breath as he relaxed his tight grip and cradled her instead of crushing her. They breathed the same air so close he was brushing her lips with his. What ever time it was trying to catch up with them as he looked into her soft eyes.<br><br>"I can't let you go," He whispered. "Not after I found you. I hope that won't be too unpleasant for you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 07:00:53</strong>
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				Laughter spilled from her lips gentle and loving as she gazed up at him. For one shining moment she let herself believe it was passible to just stay here happy. "I think I'll manage." She said softly, playfully, as she smiled in a way that seemed to strip years of pain from her face making her look younger, less troubled.<br><br>She moved slightly and kissed him softly, stroking a hand down his back as she did so. Part of her felt the weight of what was happening, knew how much she was risking, but even so she trusted, felt safe with him. Even if she had no idea why.<br><br>Ending the kiss she pulled back enough to look into his eye and said with complete honesty though her voice shook as she said it, barely a whisper "There's no where else I'd rather be, then right here with you." She lowered her eyes as if scared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 00:09:58</strong>
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				He snuggled her to him. Nuzzling her.&nbsp; Her voice gave her away. Years of the other kind of attention was known to do that. Everything about her at this moment told him he had a small window to peek into her heart she protected so vigilantly. <br><br>He had promised himself he would never get involved with anyone like that. Never get personal with a slave.&nbsp; And he meant it about everyone but her. He didn't know why. There was no way he could make sense out of his behavior. All he knew was how he felt when they were together. And when they were apart he was thinking about how he felt when they were together. <br><br>It was that specialness about her that had him propelling all over campus in search of her rather than let Security find her. That same specialness propelled him to do other things people would say he was a bloody stupid bugger for doing. <br><br>Things like signing over his bonus as a down payment for her.&nbsp; Setting up an appointment at the bank to take out a sizable personal loan. Bringing her purse fully intact here to his flat and placing it neatly in the empty drawer of his 7 drawer dresser in exactly the place that would make it easy for her to reach.<br><br>His heart had already decided she was staying. <br><br>"Glad that's settled," He said quietly. "I suppose we shall have to place the sock bin at the foot of the bed. Right or left side?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 22:36:56</strong>
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				Astrid giggled softly partly pleased, partly because of the absurdity of it all. It was nice to vacation in a fantasy but it could only last so long. She knew tommarrow it'd be back to class, her room with Charolotte, and acting like a defiant student for the rest of the school.<br><br>She relaxed in hims arms letting her eyes drift closed for a moment imagining what it would be like to stay with Tristan. She knew she'd be happy but part of her still chaffed at it. It wasn't the life she always wanted and for it to happen it would be her choice. She was slowly accepting her life would never be hers but it still bothered her to think about it too much, it felt like giving up to accept it.<br><br>She was about to tell him there was no use moving anything around she'd just be going back to her room in the morning but she couldn't bring herself to shatter the moment of bliss with reality. "Left" she said softly playing along to what her amounted to a dream.&nbsp; She pressed a kissed to his chest and gave herself the night. For the night she wouldn't worry, she'd play along and enjoy it without worrying what would happen in the future. She had no control of it any way, it only stressed her out to think on it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 09:40:06</strong>
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				Tristan snuggled Astrid close as her lips played along his chest hair. His kissed to her forehead. Tomorrow would be a new day. Tonight was their first together. He glanced over at the clock. Tapped the alarm. It was set to go off in plenty of time for them to rise and get ready for school. No rush. They could even sleep in as her first class and his wasn't until 930.&nbsp; A blessing. <br><br>It would give him time to move the sock bin. It seemed like a useful task to start with. Something small and yet significant. Signally to her that she was a permanent fixture in his life.<br><br>"Comfy love?" He whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 10:07:42</strong>
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				"Very" She said softly reveling in the warmth of his body enveloping her as she let her fingertips glide down his chest as she felt her body flush from his endearment. She wondered if she'd ever get used to it, she half hoped not she loved how easily her body reacted to just a few words from his lips, a brush of his fingertips, a kiss. <br><br>She shivered at her wayward thoughts and let her fingertips drift down to his hips to idly trace swirl patterns across his skin. "Are you tired?" She asked quietly and edge of playful challenge in her soft voice as her gaze found his in the darkness and she licked her lips lightly her thoughts evident on her face while she slid her other hand down his chest in a long caress playing her fingertips threw the crisp hair there as she did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 21:04:24</strong>
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				Tired. It was a good question but not one he'd endorse. He was anything but tired. This was all new and he wanted more or whatever parts she would reveal to him. <br><br>Her hands down his torso. He shifted to give her more access. His hand complimenting hers, as he stroked slowly down her back to cupped the curve of her hip before stroking up again.<br><br>"Tired. Can't say that I am," He remarked, her teasing touch was unmistakable.<br><br>"Up for a game of chess?" He teased.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 01:12:04</strong>
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				Confusion marked her face for a moment, "Chess? I think I'll pass." she said with an amused sort of smile "I was never very good at the game anyway, too impulsive, but you probably already knew that." She said with a soft smile continuing her easy exploration of his body.<br><br>She loved the hard plans of him, the play of muscles under skin at the slightest movement. She'd never been sexual before, in fact found the idea vaguely unplesant but with Tristan...she was some one else, someone very aquainted with desire and lust.<br><br>She moved away from him enough to pul space between them and sat up. Ebony hair fell in a tumble down her back. She ran her fingertips threw it and smiled suductivly down at him. "Maybe we can think of another kind of game."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 07:17:47</strong>
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				Astrid moved and he lifted up on his elbows to watch her. Her eyes cut to him as her hair cascaded.&nbsp; His fingers stroked into that dark forest. Her hair smelled fresh. He couldn't get enough of her.<br><br>"Another game," He grinned. "What did you have in mind?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 09:24:11</strong>
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				She chewed her lower lip as she thought for a moment. She cast a glance around the room as if to gain some kind of inspiration. She already had a few ideas. Stuff the others girls had described doing with clients but she was hesitant to voice them. She drew on her cocky attitude to mask her hesitation and smirked playfully down at him. "A few things." She said teasingly as she picked the game that sounded the most fun to her. She enjoyed their relationship but he was always in control and part of her still rebelled against it and at the moment she wanted to strip him of it.<br><br>"One of my room mates played it with her favorite clients. It's basically poker but you bet sexual services, to be collected at anytime." She said with smile that was slightly challenging. "Are you up for it?" She asked playfully poking him softly as she giggled to herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 18:18:26</strong>
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				It wasn't the game it was the girl. It wasn't the challenge it was topping from the bottom. There had to be rules for collecting this kind of bet. However, he trusted her and ultimately he was in charge of her life to include allowing her to collect. But that was assuming she'd win. <br><br>"At any time..hmmm," He said giving her an eville grin.<br><br>"Writing tablet is on the corner table in the living room next to the pen." <br><br>He leaned over to steal a kiss. He took two. She made him hungry.<br><br>"You've obviously seen the deck. So, as long as you don't mind losing horribly...Jolly good."<br><br>His hand resting on her thigh. She could go fetch while he watched her move about and have the most delicious images of her that included chocolate syrup and marshmallows.<br><br>"Off you go then!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 01:00:10</strong>
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				She smiled brightly as she slipped off the bed "I have no intention of losing love." She said with a wink a hint of competitivness in her dark gaze as she swayed her hips teasingly as she left the room.<br><br>It took her a moment to find the paper and pen since she hadn't seen the room the first time through and it was dark. Gathering them and the cards up she came back into the room. <br><br>Crawling back onto the bed she sat down with her legs curled under her and set down the paper and pen. She took the cards from the box and tossed aside the jokers. Shuffling with ease she smiled with excitment. "I think five each should do, unless you'd like more." she said with a nod towards the paper indicating he should start.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 00:53:14</strong>
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				Tristan watched her slide off the bed. Her hips&nbsp; making even the air around him sweat. She turned a walk to the living room into a marathon of movement and he ate it up.&nbsp; <br><br>He was so focused on her attributes he complete forgot why she'd gone. She might as well have been pole dancing. He was mashing the pillow that he was clutching.<br><br>Stretched out on the bed as she crawl, that was with a Capital C, Crawled towards him. He was barely breathing shallowly when she crossed her legs and started to shuffle the deck. <br><br>She looked so very serious that he actually paid some attention to what she was saying. When she tossed the jokers aside he cocked his head.&nbsp; Then she said the number five and he needed clarification.<br><br>"Uhmmm..." He said and kissed her knee before continuing.<br><br>&nbsp;"Isn't it 13 cards each. The rest of the deck between us. First card on the pile turned over and if you don't have a card you have to say go fish?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 01:21:54</strong>
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				Astrid rolled her eyes and laughed lightly looking at him closey for the first time since sitting down. She felt herself flush in pleasure and with an amused smile she wondered if they'd even make it threw a game. "Umm no." she said sounding confused. She set down the shuffled cards and ran her fingertips threw his hair.<br><br>"Maybe we should play go fish you seem a little...distracted." she said with an amused smile leaning down and kissing the corner of his lips playing her fingertips threw the hair at the back of his neck. She moved so she was half laying down beside him leaning on her elbow. She kissed him softly teasingly thought of the game drifting further away as she kissed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 01:10:29</strong>
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				Oh, that kiss. It was the start of other kisses. She snuggled against him. There was something about her fingers thru his hair that had his heart pounding. No way to explain it. He simply reacted, taking that soft kiss and deepening it.<br><br>Shifting enough to have her under him once more. She had him exploring her delicious frame. The lock of their kiss was heady with the drug like effect that she had on him. <br><br>His weigh on his elbows as he smiled. A teasing kiss to her nose. He pressed the heat of his hunger against her soft passion. His body knocking for her attention. The moments slide into the embers of their last warm embrace. His voice a deep rasp at that cliff's edge that his eyes promised to take her back into.<br><br>"Got any threes?" <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 11:08:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The easy teasing air Astrid had as she'd kissed him disappeared as he took control. Maybe some day she'd be a little annoyed with how easily he was able to take away her will power, but right now wasn't that time. The kiss deepend and they moved enough so she was under him once more. The kiss made her hot and needy, her pulse raced as she skimmed her hands down his chest.<br><br>The kiss to her nose brought color to her cheeks, it made her feel young and sort of childlike and made her want to giggle for the oddest reasons. The press of his body against hers sobers her thoughts and made the breath catch in the back of her throat. She licked her bottom lip her eyes darkening as the embers of her barley cooled passion flared to life once more at the promise she saw within his gaze. "Go fish." She replied sounding a bit breathless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 18:06:40</strong>
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				He pressed his mouth to her full lips as he began the intimate embrace. His arms folding around her. Bringing her closer as he slowly entered the heat of her passion.<br><br>Her grip around him had him gasping for breath. All thought of anything but her gone. He slipped inside her as his hands and mouth teased her passion. He meant to charger her hunger into a new kind of fire. <br><br>Playful. Caring. Loving her wholly for who she was without any pretense of anything else. His hunger was for this woman. It rode on a wave of lust and the depth of what he was feeling had him unable to think of anything but a life with her.&nbsp; <br><br>He kissed and nipped her slender neck. His hard thick shaft pushing in and out of her tight virtue. He groaned with the tension she had around that post and wanted more.<br><br>"Oh...Astrid..." He murmured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 04:49:14</strong>
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				A soft moan caught in Astrid's throat as he pushed into her body once more. The subtle feeling of being claimed, posessed, washed threw her once more as pleasure flared to life making her blood burn and her skin flush with sudden heat.<br><br>Her hands slid up his chest gripping his shoulders as if holding on for dear life. She arched her body against his, craving the feel of his body pressed tight against her own as fire burned along her nerve endings making her moan aloud and writh in pleasure.<br><br>His lips against the sensitive skin of her neck made her tremble and she shifted her fingers into his hair holding him against her as she rode the inferno burning uncontrolably within her. "Tristan" she said her voice tight and strain, her eyes squeezed closed as she wrapped her legs tight around his waist and held on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 06:42:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slow deep strokes. Letting her get use to him again. Offering her the ride that would have them both collapsing on the bed. He tucked her hips up as he slid deep inside her. Stirring her. Teasing her body with his hands and mouth. <br><br>Her legs around him. Impaling her core on his hard thick shaft. His thrust more urgent.&nbsp; His hunger mounting. His hand everywhere now. Expertly seeking out all those building sensations. <br><br>Her touch had him on fire. His chest a pounding billows. The beat overwhelming and in time with her sighs. He could feel this surge of animal lust building. He tensed. The pressure had him tight and swiftly driving into her. His kisses wild. Covering her neck. Nipping her breasts. He was a storm that rolled over them, unstoppable. <br><br>A groan. Her touch was silver nitrate and he was on fire. Ready to explode.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Charolottes and Astrid's room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 12:25:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Astrid cried out as her release took her swiftly. Nails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut her face pressed into the crook of his neck as she rode each wave of pleasure that washed threw her body.<br><br>All too quickly it was over, the intensity fading into a sated satisfied pleasure that stayed with her as her body relaxed out of it's tight lines. She sighed content as she eased back onto the bed. She ran her hands down his back lovingly just enjoying the feel of him beneath her fingertips as her heart beat settled back to normal. <br><br>She had the oddest urge in that moment to tell him the feeling that welled up within her each time she looked at him. Not the frustration, fear or hate but the newly discovered capability to love she'd found in his arms. She might have told him if it weren't for the sliver of doubt and worry that still needled her when ever she thought of why they'd met.<br><br>Instead she smiled up at him before kissing him lightly and curling up in his arms. Sleep came easily, she felt safe with him and weather she was ready to admit it or not yet she trusted him completely to keep her safe from the nightmares that had plagued her for so long. "Night love." she mumbled with barely a breath as she slipped away from him and into dream land.
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