[EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 06:43:03</strong>
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				The room was spartan. There was a chair. A small foot stool and a towel wrack. There were rings strategically mounted to the walls and the floor. A cabinet lined the back wall. It had a small silver master lock.<br><br>There was a computer desk without computer near a window.&nbsp; A mirror on the back of the office door covered in a towel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 00:47:00</strong>
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				"Actually those file records are someone else's opinion," He said opening the door to his office. <br><br>"I can't see you being labeled by anyone and not having something to say about it," He motioned for her to go first then followed.<br><br>The door automatically closed and locked behind him. He motioned her to the computer desk. There where a computer should be was instead a 12 by 12 inch&nbsp; mandala. A sand painting of intricate design.<br><br>He motioned her to the desk. <br><br>It was a square with four gates containing a circle with a center point.&nbsp; Each gate was in the shape of a T. It was filled with concentric shapes. Organized, bright colored and spaced exactly so. <br><br>He allowed her to have a good look as he spoke.<br><br>"Its symbolic nature can help one to access progressively deeper levels of the subconscious, ultimately assisting the meditator to experience a mystical sense of oneness with the ultimate unity from which the cosmos in all its manifest forms arises."<br><br>However, Master GoodFellow,&nbsp; used it to focus the attention of aspirant subs and adept slaves, as a spiritual teaching tool, for establish subspace and as an aid to meditation and trance induction. But he didn't tell her that.<br><br>"Its colored sand along some geometric designs which are more or less drizzled into position from a funnel. That particular mandala took me four weeks to achieve," He told her for his own reasons she would discover soon enough.<br><br>"Any thoughts?" <br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 08:11:33</strong>
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				I raised an eye brow after looking at it for a moment, "it's sand." I said bluntly as if it was of no consequence.<br><br>While I found it impressive the detail and destined, and respected the it took so long to make a part of me just didn't get it. It was sand tip it over and all that beauty would end up being a mess on the floor. My understanding of art was that it was a way to preserve the beauty of this world to be appreciated for years to come, this just didn't make sense to me. <br><br>The cosmos and unity business went over my head. Religion had never been a part of my life and spirituality even less. The mandala was wasted on me. Art as a whole usually was while I accepted that it was pretty and was impressed Goodfellow created it, it seemed like a bit of a waste to make something that couldn't last and further more I didn't get how sand was suppose to to help me 'experience a mystical sense of oneness with the ultimate unity from which the cosmos in all its manifest forms arises'. It sounded like a lot of crap to me.<br><br>I shrugged "I don't get it exactly, it's pretty and all but it's just sand. If someone bumps the desk it's gone so whats the point?" I asked looking a little bored.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 09:12:03</strong>
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				<br>He grinned pleased with her response. <br><br>"Yes, that is the point!" GoodFellow said. <br><br>He held out a small hand wisk from a drawer.<br><br>"At one time it was just sand with coloring. Now it's a colorful design. And in a moment it will be just sand with coloring again." <br><br>He stepped aside as he spoke to her. <br><br>"Sweep the mandala into the can please," and pushed the trash can below the edge of the computer table.<br><br>"Nothing. Except, according to tree huggers, possibly plastic containers. Nothing stays the same.&nbsp; "<br><br>"If you can see that in your life. And accept it. You will simply flow with the current of the moment. Never broken." <br><br>He dropped her file records in the center draw of his desk with a pile of others that look as disorganized as the drawer itself.<br><br>"You've been very busy spitting into a strong wind and stepping on superman's cape."<br><br>He shut the draw with finality as if to say that's behind you now.<br><br>"The Mandala and I are going to show you how to bend like a young sapling until you are strong enough to withstand the hurricane winds around you."<br><br>He shrugged as he watched her.<br><br>"It's your choice. Your way. Take your time.&nbsp; You may not even know what you do best.&nbsp; So I will give you a flavor of everything."<br><br>"We begin today. Here.&nbsp; Now. With the sweeping of the mandala. And choices."<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 08:02:44</strong>
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				My eye brows drew together as Goodfellow spoke he made it sound like I'd been fighting against the currant and saying I had a choice all at once it was irritating. I didn't have much of a choice in my life, now or ever. The choices I had I took and with my defiance in mind I was tempted to drop the brush cross my arms over my chest and tell him bluntly I had no intention of changing. The idea was appealing in more ways then one.<br><br>Indecision plagued me. An oddity to be sure and I actually thought it out. 'Owner' I knew never would have raped me. I could deal with any kind of physical beating he could dish out but rape scared me. It represented the last thing about me that was untouched and completely mine. The idea that I could lose it scared me and stayed me for a moment. <br><br>I stood there holding the brush, brushing my fingertips through the bristles, looking at the mandala and thinking. I admired the mandala and let my normal personality reassert itself. Rape was scary but I would survive, just like I survived the last 10 years. I wasn't going to let fear help them turn me into one of those subservient girls I loathed to be. "No" I said stiffly setting the brush aside and straitening my spine. "I won't help you destroy something beautiful, it's one thing for it to fade away and change naturally, it's quite another to destroy it and I'm not going to help you in that regard." I said knowing he'd pick up the subtle underplay to me words. I wasn't going to help him as he tried to mold and change me. I didn't care if he saw it as idiocy to fight back I didn't fight for 10 years to back down to some deep voiced guy in a skirt.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 10:35:47</strong>
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				He listened to each word carefully. It was her declaration of independence. Her mantra. It spoke to him in a place very deep. It said, I will fight you until you break me.&nbsp; Do not love me, I am owned. <br><br>"I must make room for your mandala," He told her in metaphor knowing she would understand on some deeper level. <br><br>It was time to talk about their relationship. What she could expect so that she could pick and chose her battles. Whatever that would mean to her. <br><br>"I will give you choices," He began knowing she would not go willingly in any fashion. <br><br>"You may decide between those I offer. Not to decide means it's my choice. Be aware that the choices I offer you will be significantly different from my preferred choices.&nbsp; The decision will be up to you."<br><br>"After that it is up to me," He said quietly.<br><br>"As for the mandala. As I have indicated, it must be removed to make room for yours. I have asked you to sweep it into the can. You have accepted the brush and are holding it. However you are refusing."<br><br>"Now we talked about choices," GoodFellow began calmly. "So here's your first set."<br><br>"You can either sweep the mandala into the trash or remove your panties and sit on the stool."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 00:16:34</strong>
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				"your mandala." he said and I snorted. Pretty words to cover an ugly truth. That was this whole school, a pretty exterior, nice rooms, great classes, a shiny well respected name all of it designed to hide the horrible ugliness hidding in plain sight. <br><br>His continued talk of choices was getting on my nerves. His choices were designed to make me obey him. An illusion, a tool to make me obedient. 'Owner' had never been smart or creative enough to try that approach but it was something I recognized from school. 'either sit down and do the word or go to detention' either way the teacher wins, this was the same thing if I obeyed either he still won.<br><br>I laughed the gall of the man surprised me when he out lined my choices. The rebellious head strong and cocky attitude I normally used as armor came forward and I smirked at Goodfellow&nbsp; "Maybe I didn't make myself clear," I said speaking slowly as if to a slow child. "I'm not doing either, I'm not doing anything to help you. By choosing between what you offer me says I respect your authority to offer it in the first place and I don't." I said bluntly dropping the brush with a clatter and crossing my arms over my chest giving him an arrogant smirk and a look of fierce defiance in my eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:19:08</strong>
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				GoodFellow watched the brush drop. He saw her arms cross. She made her decision known. She had managed to hit every on button he had. He was fighting the development of a raging hard on.<br><br>&nbsp;He smiled. Could she make it any easier. Two choice she could have picked from, or his choice. And she chose his. This was his lucky day. They hadn't gotten thru day one and already she was on his menu.<br><br>Someone was just begging for his style of training. Definitely mandala material.<br><br>"Good choice," He said calmly and walked to the locker humming softly in that rich baritone.&nbsp; <br><br>It took a moment to open. <br><br>"Hmmmm... let's see...ahhh! " He mumbled quietly as he removed several items from various places on the shelves. <br><br>&nbsp;He stepped back and closed it solidly and locked it with that click. Turning he walked toward her. A pair of manacles at his belt and in his open hand.<br><br>"Pinch collar and leash." GoodFellow identified the items.<br><br>"You've seen them. Sharp metal points inward all the way around the collar keeps down neck injuries like whiplash. This one's adjustable."<br><br>He talked while he moved closer. His hands with the collar and leash in the direction of the table. <br><br>"Manacles first." He said as the pinch collar and leash fell free from his hands to the table , because in that instant he was on her with all the practice of a combat veteran. <br><br>His plan was to place her arms behind her with her wrist in the manacles. The pinch collar and leash would be next. Manacles first. <br><br>In that instant he had her hands. It went like clock work. <br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 04:00:51</strong>
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				I didn't bother to struggle against him it would have been pointless. The heavy manacles encircled my wrists weighting them down and chafing slightly already. I hated them and I focused on that instead of looking at the collar. Contrary to what Goodfellow said I hadn't seen one before and it looked true to form like an instrument to inflict pain. Without thought my neck tensed and I wondered if it'd scar.<br><br>The pinch collar went on with ease and I tried not to move my neck to much. I was used to pain that didn't mean I liked it and the thing around my neck was new and annoyingly inconvenient. For a few moments I was hesitant to even talk. I stood still and waited for what I was unsure things had already gone far beyond what I was used to.<br><br>Normally my defiance earned me a slap or a beating while being chained to the wall, unfortunately Goodfellow didn't seem pissed, angry or even annoyed if anything he seemed extremely please with the whole thing. It made me nervous to think that I'd lost any control of this. I'd been expecting his anger counting on it, if I couldn't count on that what was there to expect? I needed to learn the rules quickly if I was going to continue breaking them.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 05:20:13</strong>
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				Once her hands were behind her back it was a simple matter to place the collar. He knew that even wild frightened animals quieted once they were restrained. A horse once hooded could be taken out of a burning barn. An infant screaming with fear could be bundle in a blanket and would instantly stop. <br><br>It was impressive to see that same behavior in action. The manacles went click and Astrid was all out of fight. Definitely slave slut.<br><br>"No struggling, Good," He said, letting her know what acceptable behavior he would be expected next time. <br><br>His hand to the ring on the front of her pinch collar. He clipped the leash in place.<br>A light tug on the leash. The slight pressure of the tongs of the collar and a command given calmly.<br><br>"Come," He said brought her with her back to the wall.<br><br>He stepped back to regard her beauty a moment. The rise and fall of her breasts. The sharp piercing gaze. That would need tamed. A little humility usually did the trick.<br><br>He moved his hands to her blouse. Caressing and massaging her breasts. His fingers slowly slipping under the material. stroking the flesh along her sides down to her hips and back again. Getting her use to his touch. He would be doing a lot of touching.<br><br>He tore open her blouse and pushed it over her shoulders so that it lay at her elbows behind her back. The only thing that protected her breasts was her bra.<br><br>His fingers traced over that seam. Watching her reaction as he cupped her breasts. Squeezed them until they shaped in foot ball oval. <br><br>His mouth descended. He sucked her nipple against the fabric of the bra. Wetting the bra material as he pressed down on her nipple with his teeth. He moved to the other and did the same. <br><br>A finger hooked over the top of the bra cup and pulled it down slowly as his tongue swirled along painting his saliva on her nipple. He tugged the bra all the way under as he blew on that breast letting the cool air of the room hit that wet.<br><br>He moved his mouth to her other one. Kissing and licking her there. Sucking her nipple in his mouth and chewing. His hand on her hip, the other on the breast he was working with his mouth. <br><br>Keeping her pinned against the cold wall as he worked her heat. <br><br>&nbsp;His hand moved around to her back. Fingers pinching her bra snaps until they released.<br><br>"You won't need this anymore." GoodFellow reassured her. <br><br>His eyes never left her breasts. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His mouth suckling the other. When her nipples perked he swapped places until he was sure her nipples were swollen enough for what he had planned neck.<br><br>"I have something much better," He said an octave deeper than before.<br><br>His hand into his Sporran. He produced a pocket knife and something else. He cut her bra strap and let it fall to the floor. His fingers pinching her nipples until they were heated and erect.<br><br>He held out his hand to show her two alligator clips connected by a chain. <br><br>"Silver's your color I think.&nbsp; We'll try it first." He said. <br><br>He planned to deep set the alligator clip's to bite each nipple as fully as possible.<br>Then they would be off. Her blouse behind her at her elbows. Her hands manacled at the wrist behind her. She wore nothing but the silver alligator clips and chain between them from her waist up. <br><br>They would walk slowly and the long leisurely way back to her dorm. GoodFellow would lead her using the chain at her pinch collar and speak to anyone they passed. Perhaps a light conversation as she stood quietly on the end of that chain. <br><br>And finally to her dorm room. Refreshing. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 07:04:44</strong>
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				I rolled my eyes when he made mention of my lack of struggling. I was a fighter but I wasn't stupid he'd won the conflict before it'd begunand the outcome wouldn't change even if I fought against it. The pressure of the metal against my neck hurt the tender flesh there but I kept my face impassive and unreadable.<br><br>His touch was unnerving. I'd dealt with being groped and fondled before but it had been clumsy and no where near interesting. His touch was interesting to say the least. I kept all reaction from my face I was not going to let him see anything beyond my normal look of defiance mixed with a heavy dose of arrogance. <br><br>His mouth touched my breast and I gritted my teeth. My traitorous body reacted to him and I drew my face tight denying the pleasant sensations streaking through my body. His ministrations lasted too long for my taste and I was relived when he drew his mouth away and spoke cutting away my bra in the proses.<br><br>He showed me the clips and my eyes narrowed. I had been reckless to think I was used to pain, this was going to be a whole new kind of hurt. Pushed the apprehension away I smirked giving off and air of boredom as if this was just a tired routine I'd become bored with long ago. "I always preferred it." I said flipidly.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 07:59:53</strong>
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				Had he taken her by surprise? Perhaps. The whole 'you can't scare me' attitude only made it that much more fun. <br><br>"Oh that is good. You won't be so sensitive when your pierced then," He said matter of factly.<br><br>"Uhhhh..." He made a clicking sound of annoyance as he eyed her breasts. He took several steps back and cocked his head first one way then the other. <br><br>He shook his head and came to her again. "Not right yet. Just a little more."<br><br>His mouth descended slowly. Opening his jaws wide and&nbsp; swallowed her right breast. Hot breath over it. His tongue swirling over her nipple. When he had her wet enough he began a slow teasing suckle. Swishing her nipple deep into his mouth with pressure then slowly released it across his teeth.<br><br>His hand massaging her other breast. Cupping it in his palm and clenching slowly then releasing. Only to use his fingers across her nipple. His fingers rolled over her nipple then brushed his nails over her. He took his time. giving her all the feeling he could think to give. He took that gathered cone between finger and thumb and rolled it slowly with a little pressure.<br><br>He was listening for any hint of give away. He was watching for her reactions. Mr. GoodFellow had a need to know what her breasts thought of the exciting touch.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 08:21:15</strong>
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				He mentioned piercing in responce and I made a face. I didn't like the idea though overly much too many punk kids on TV with piercings trying to look cool the tattoos had sounded far more interesting, I'd always loved tattoos and had assumed Goodfellow would be into that given his subject area. More evidence assumptions weren't safe to make here.<br><br>"not right yet. Just a little more" He said and I tensed. His mouth descended and I squeezed my eyes shut only to force them back open to watch in defiance, I wouldn't let myself hide from what was happening.<br><br>I focused on trying not to let anything slip, not to give away any kind of reaction to him least of all favorable. I clenched my fists tightly feeling my fingernails dig crescent shaped gouges into my palms, feeling the moistness of blood as I dug too deeply. I tried to breath evenly but it sounded ragged and strained to my own ears.<br><br>I despised the reaction of my body the pleasure that seemed to humm through me. I hated the bubble of excitement I'd felt when he'd lower his head to draw me into his mouth again. I tried to hold as still and silent as possible but I'd never had to fight myself before and I was losing terribly I feared. My breathing was off, my breasts swelled, my nipples reacting to his every touch, and to my highest shame I could feel a dampness between my thighs.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:08:13</strong>
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				Music. It's a beautiful thing. The way the woodwind and brass sections took those breaths while the instrument at their lips continued to evoke faultless intonations across phrase after phrase of harmonic melody.&nbsp; A musician and a conductor was very attune to breathing, to change in rhythm, pitch, and especially syncopation. The meter of the sound to the time of the beat, the catching of a breath. It was said that Zubin Mehta could tell if a flute note was sharp or flat simply by the rise and fall of the flutist's breasts. <br><br>Tristan GoodFellow had studied under a protégée of Zubin Mehta's at the London Philharmonic for two years. After the introduction of the breasts phenomena, wind and brass instruments became his passion. Women chorus ran a close second.<br><br>GoodFellow was no stranger to breasts. He enjoyed the rich tones evoked from their owners when touched in certain combinations. He was attempting to work Astrid into a small escaping sound during his initial meeting with Astrid's beautiful young breasts.<br><br>Ah, Tristan thought, noting an infinitesimal external change in breathing response.&nbsp; Close. Very close.<br><br>It was important to extract this sensual pleasure from her. It would go part and parcel with pain in an intoxicating and addictive way. Pleasure first. Pleasure out the submissive&nbsp; control. It made it easier to introduce pain. Much easier to introduce giving and taking pain and pleasure by a Master.&nbsp; All without any ability to withhold, any ability to control her body's natural uninhibited response to so great a primal need. <br><br>First the fire. His mouth building it on her breasts and nipples. However, that is where the pain would be set. So there had to be a shift. A promise that pleasure could accompany pain and coexist with that same smoldering heated intensity. <br><br>Ergo the wall at her back. The leash connected to her pinch collar to keep her in place as he added another level of heat to her current discomfort.<br><br>Did her cheeks color slightly? Pleasure or embarrassment he wasn't sure. <br><br>His mouth suckled her other nipple. His jaws drawing her in and out of his mouth deliciously slow.&nbsp; His one hand moved to pinch and roughen the wet nipple that coned so nicely. Keeping it ready for the clip as he chewed the one in his mouth.<br><br>He added a new dimension. His finger tips along the fabric along her mound. Brushing lightly as his mouth teased and swirled her nipple. His fingers pressed the fabric into her heat. Circling along to waken her clit from her maiden hood. He did not slip under her clothes. He simple wanted enough contact to warm her gentle without having her too frantic on the first contact.<br><br>Breathless. He was hoping for breathless and demanding.&nbsp; He stop very soon. When she was Music to his ears.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:04:50</strong>
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				My breathing had sped up and I was loosing it. I turned my head looking away, a hiss of pain escaping my lips as my neck was scrapped by the collar. I wished I'd just brushed the stupid sand painting away and glared daggers at the thing on the desk silently blaming it. It was a good distraction for a moment until a ribbon of heat rapped around me and I had to repress a sound of please that came so easily to my lips.<br><br>I'd lost track of time and what I wanted and he did started to become a bit blurred. A sound escaped my mouth that sobered me as embarrassment burned through my body. 'What the hell was I thinking?' He moved his mouth and I grittined my teeth feeling like I was fighting a war and hating that I was losing to him. <br><br>His fingertips touched me softly but I reacted on instinct stronger then the desire he'd been building in me and yanked away hissing in pain as the collar tightened painfully around my neck with the sudden movement. I moved so it'd loosen again and winced in pain, and tried to breath as shallowly as possible so my injured neck wouldn't touch spikes within the collar.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 03:16:33</strong>
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				GoodFellow had no expectation. His mouth was on her dark nipple. One hand caressing and teasing her other breast. <br><br>His other hand moved down her body and touched her thru her clothes. His fingers pressed into her mound and stroked to her hidden clit. <br><br>Then she unraveled like a five car chinese fire drill at a flashing light during rush hour.&nbsp; It was immediately clear to him that she had never been touched there. <br><br>He simple suckled her breast. His hand cupping her other, and he kept his fingers moving with her as she bucked wildly. Delicious. She was so delicious. <br><br>He heard her gulping pants. He felt her sides heaving. Her whimpers had him aching to taste her.&nbsp; It took more control than he was willing to admit to do nothing more extravagant than just tease her thru her clothes.<br><br>A few more minutes to get her use to his touch. A few more minutes for her to fidget. For her nipple to gather and harden a little more so that she could suffer with those alligator clips the full distance of the nice long walk he had in mind for her. <br><br>Not that he was going to take them out before they had arrived at his chosen location if it was unbearable and she begged.&nbsp; She would need to become painfully accustom&nbsp; to them. They would become an appendage of her lovely well developed body. <br><br>He watched for her reaction as his fingers stroked and teased along the promising heat.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:09:29</strong>
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				The pain of the collar had cut through the fog of desire that had been gathered in my mind. Thou my body buzzed with pleasure, heat seemed to be burning me everywhere he touched, my breathing was still eratic and small sounds still escaped me I felt more myself the pain was familiar even if everything else I was feeling wasn't.<br><br>I didn't like his fingers touching me though my clothes but after a few minutes I stopped squirming and trying to escape his skilled fingers and held still, it was no use trying to escape him chain to the wall as I was. A traitorous thought teased me say I held still to see what else he'd do; tempting me to buck wildly against him to scream loudly and protest with everything I had but I didn't all he'd done was touch me and it would be a pointless act anyway chained as I was. But he had another thing coming if he though I'd be as cooperative without being bound.<br><br>With that defiant thought in mind I smiled, pleasure snaked through me a I pushed away the desire to just let him do what he wanted. I nursed the anger that eagerly came to me. I focused on it and held myself ridged. Taking a deep breath I tried to think of anything but what was happening to my body, I counted my breaths and slowly brought my breathing back to normal.<br><br>Desire washed through my body and I quivered when it did but I held firm against it, defiant, I liked what I was feeling there was no denying that fact but I didn't choose it as Goodfellow would say so didn't want it, and because of that wouldn't let myself enjoy a moment of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 05:27:08</strong>
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				Breathing. He found the pace and tempo of her melody as he strummed her body, carefully, tenderly. The heat came. Her body tensed, quivered. <br><br>The attempts to run from it. Hiding in hate or like so many housewives making their grocery lists against the inept ardor of their partners. A failed attempt for her. Her body did not lie. <br><br>Could not lie about the basic physical sensation he brought to her. He could taste it on her nipples and in the feel of her breasts as she gathered for that moment. The tremor as the brief jolt washed over her. <br><br>He guessed it was her first at the hands of a man. Certainly not her last.<br><br>He was willing to bet she would soak those panties by the time they returned to her dorm. Her slight adjustment told him she was ready.<br><br>He would have continued to tease her heat but he wanted to get a nice deep bite on each nipple. Two hands. One for the alligator clip and the other for her breast placement. <br><br>He brought that hand slowly scraping up her bare frame. Pulling back a little he let that mouth full of nipple draw out against the vacuum of his mouth stretching it. He released her slowly, sensually slowly.<br><br>Clips in one hand, he threaded one clip thru the ring in the front of her collar. The chain sangs thru until both clips were even. It would lift her nipples slightly without much more pressure than she would already experience.&nbsp; <br><br>He dropped one clip as his other hand cupped and squeezed her breast into an oval. <br><br>"A little pinch," He said confidently. <br><br>The jaws wide open and he allowed her to watch to sawteeth. He presses the clip until her nipple was deep inside it. Slowly he closes the jaw knowing it should start to pinch as soon the jaws begin to close.<br><br>He steps back to enjoy the view. Cocking his head from one side to the other. The look of it must be correct. No expense spared when it came to nipple clip positions. <br><br>He watch to see how she tolerated it and reminded himself not to lick his lips. He had one more to attach. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 06:00:19</strong>
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				His fingers left me and immediately there was a sense of relief and I relaxed somewhat. I wasn't paying much attention to anything specific until I heard the sound of the chain singing against the ring of the collar bringing my attention fully to the clips in his hand. I watched him and tried to tell myself it wouldn't be that bad but the fear of the unknown and looming was making jelly of my confidence. Fear showed on my usually vacant face and I chewed my lower lip.<br><br>He shaped my breast and taunted me "A little pinch" he said and I scowled at him. The first one closed onto my nipple and it hurt. My nails dug into my palm reopening the crescent shaped gouges and I gritted my teeth but after a few moments of adjustment it was like the collar not enjoyable but bearable. I opened my eyes not realizing I'd squeezed them shut and smirked as if to say 'that's all you got?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 08:35:27</strong>
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				<br><br>It was a flash of someone else that surfaced. Briefly. Silently. Someone easy to connect with, likeable without the barb wire fence and the porcupine quills. Briefly. She was a work in progress. Substantial for one day. Yet they were not done.<br><br>Her eyes pinched tight expecting more. Oh to be sure he had more. But this was designed for training. Besides that smirk would disappear after about ten minutes in those clamps. <br><br>The clip package even came with a warning label about the jaws leaving a nasty mark if flesh was caught in between. No one would have ever know had they not mentioned it in the warning. Caution teeth are sharp and sticking flesh in them will result in significant pinching over a short time and leave an impression of the metal teeth on skin. How brilliant. <br><br>By design the clips offered an increasing level of discomfort the longer they were worn.&nbsp; The distance from his office door to her dorm the long way would be arduous. She would be in throbbing pain as a first time wearer half way there.<br><br>"Just one more. Pretty disappointing for a veteran like you, I should imagine." He said quietly as he cupped her other breast and squeezed.<br><br>"Another pinch," He mentioned and true to his word he ensure there was significant nipple in the jaws of this saw tooth clip to cause a pinch.<br><br>He stepped back to appreciate those two clips on her perked nipples. The chain like an peak thru the ring on her collar. Silver was her color, he thought.<br><br>He cocked his head to the left and stepped to her again. "Hmmm..."<br><br>His fingers took the left chain and gave it a couple of light tugs.&nbsp; Enough to smart someone who smirked.&nbsp; The clip and nipple jiggled each time he adjusted the clip. He made adjustments to both the left and right. It was precisely four times total up and back complete with a hmmmm...<br><br>He wanted to get her oriented to his style. Hmmm... at some point would have her sweating and taking shallow breaths. Today, not so much. <br><br>He stepped back and rubbed his bearded chin with his fingers as he regarded her.&nbsp; He stood thinking. Letting her wonder. Letting her sweat as he watched her.<br><br>Enjoying her. He was tasting every thing she was giving him with his eyes. The main course was about to be served.<br><br>He brought his hand from his chin and nodded. "Very nice."<br><br>" That should be it for today," He said removing the leash from the ring on the wall. <br><br>"Time to get you to the dorm,"&nbsp; He said in that cheery way and stepped toward the office door. <br><br>"Come along," He told her knowing she was going out on campus bare from the waist up wearing nipple clips, a pinch collar and a chain leash lead by a rather tall dark man wearing a kilt.<br><br>He was enjoying her decision not to chose. Delighted in fact.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 09:34:25</strong>
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				"pain is nothing new" I said bittingly in responce to his little taunt. I twisted my lip and wondered what he'd think of the thin spidery white scars cris- crossing my lower back. 'Owner' went threw a whipping faze, but when he kept 'misplacing' the whips it quickly dies out but not soon enough to save me from scaring. <br><br>But that was nothing significant, my body was dramatic as it was. I knew I'd be bruised from this little episode. My body bruised over nothing the only reason I wasn't completely bruised up now was 'Owner' had kept his hands off of me for the most part in anticipation of having me broken. <br><br>Goodfellow attached the last clap and tugged on the chain adjusting them. My face tightened and I gritted my teeth wincing with each tug. He stepped back and appraised me and I held my chin high and met his gaze when it happened to reach away from my breast and to my face. I felt like less then a person while he looked at me, but I shrugged mentally he'd figure it out soon enough or he'd be right either way opinions would change soon enough.<br><br>He removed the chain from the wall and said he was taking me to my room and my eyes narrowed and the passiveness left me. I pulled against the chain hissing as the collar tightened painfully. "If you think I'm going out there as a pet on the end of your leash your mistaken." I said in a bitting tone. I twisted my hands in the manacles and tried to get out of them. I wasn't going out there like this if I had any say about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 23:51:24</strong>
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				"Did I mention it is so good to have someone with talent and experience to work with." He said calmly as the door opened and he took that first step.<br><br>Tristan GoodFellow turned as she pulled on the chain. Life was very annoying for Astrid and it seemed like it was going to get a lot more annoying.&nbsp; But he had to set the record straight. She had to understand exactly what she was, so there was no misunderstanding about what he was doing.<br><br>He quirked a brow in her direction. <br><br>" I have no idea where you came to that conclusion. But I can assure you, I would never think for a moment that you were anyone's pet. Leashed or unleashed." He said calmly as he stepped to her and expertly had control of her head with a handful of her hair. <br><br>He did enjoy giving her choices. "This is the part where I give you choices again. I am oblige to mention briefly that you might wish to reflect on the worth of your last decision before making this one."<br><br>"Having said that. Here are your choices. Come along quietly two paces behind as I lead you.&nbsp; Or come along in head gear. Those are your choices."<br><br>"Would you like to pick one or is it my choice again?"<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 02:29:36</strong>
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				I glared slits at him, I hated his choices and the reminder of the folly of my last bit of resistance peaked my temper considerably. My first instinct was to spit at the man holding my hair in his fist but I knew what that would get me. I growled to myself, if I was smart I'd just do what he said and get over it. But at the moment the very last thing I wanted to do was obey him. <br><br>I thought quickly I couldn't take anymore today at least right now, my nipples were already complaining and my neck was throbbing with unaccustomed pain and who's to say what putting on the blasted head gear he mentioned would entail. I sent up a brief word of thanks to who ever watch over us that 'Owner' hadn't be smart, clever or as inventive in his punishments. <br><br>Rather morbidly I wished for the simplicity of a beating compared to this. I closed my eyes and though for a moment longer, there were other ways to win this, to prove I wasn't what he paraded me as. It mattered little in the scheme of things how he dressed me up and lead me around, I'd figure out something to prove I wasn't on his leash just yet. <br><br>With a plan already coming to the surface I nodded once "I think I prefer this look with out the head gear, thank you." I said sarcastically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 08:15:04</strong>
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				GoodFellow watched her as she took her time deciding. The war waging inside her was only noticeable in the placement of her lips and the way she breathed. All of which were important to note. <br><br>He always enjoyed choices. It was a delicious mystery. Never knowing what someone, especially someone trying to give the world a good swift kick in the nards, would decide.&nbsp; She was fast becoming his favorite flavor of the week. <br><br>Her sarcasm masking her sheer horror. The tight muscles as she tried to control everything about her and then the defiance. He particular loved the defiance. ]<br><br>She was his wet dream. Everything he had wanted in a pain bitch and she was ready for the breaking in, much like her nipples.<br><br>It took everything he had to remain calm and not burst out laughing when he thought about her reply when he showed her the alligator clips. How her body was trying to surrender in spite of her bravado.&nbsp; The only thing remotely veteran about her nipples was how long they had been a part of her body and even then she had no idea what they were for. But she would.<br><br>Her eyes were closed briefly, and he wasn’t sure if it was in prayer or to keep from doing something totally irrational. So he was very surprised when she actually chose and chose the more rational ‘I’ll go as I am’.<br><br>“Good choice,” GoodFellow said still holding her hair. It had been almost to easy. That meant the walk would be very exciting for them both.<br><br>“We certainly can’t start out the school year with a fashion faux pas as horribly awful as flaming orange ostrich Hermes Birkin style head gear.”<br><br>He let her think about that as he turns her hair loose. She agreed to following him two paces behind as he lead her, the least he could do was allow her the courtesy of honoring her offer. Besides if she balked he could always return to her again. <br><br>&nbsp;He strode purposefully toward the exit door of his office once more. “Come along, Astrid.”&nbsp; <br><br>And gave the leash a single light tug to indicate she should start walking. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 08:52:51</strong>
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				I glared when he tugged the collar and my first instinct as always was to yank back despite the pain the collar inflicted. But I stepped forward and let him lead on. The rational Astrid I usually kept gagged in the back corner of my mind was doing cart wheels of joy and I was temped to gag her again and shove her to a far corner. I hated being rational almost as much as obeying someone else.<br><br>I felt like a dog on the end of his leash, one of those ones you see with the mouth guard to keep it from biting people, with the clips, collar and manacles I felt like that dog displayed as being disobedient and made an example of. I couldn't wait to get back to my dorm, I longed for a cigarette and a drink and to remove the blasted collar and clips as soon as physically possible. I wanted a few moment to myself to plot, it was abundantly clear out witting him would be a sight harder then out smarting 'Owner'. I didn't want to go through this again any time soon so needed time to think of a new strategy since this one wasn't working so well. One this was clear though next time her asked me to sweep a damn sand painting into the trash I'll sure as hell do it. <br><br>I grumpled just thinking about it, I'd been stupid and careless and now was paying for it dearly. I wished again that he'd been stupid and easy to manipulate. Men who get mad can be predicted, men like him who are calm are far harder to anticipate, making my life far more complicated.<br><br>The manacles were started to rub and itched enough to start bothering me. I twisted my fingers and wrists causing them to make a bit of noise while I tried to adjust them to a more comfortable place. I crossed my mind to ask him to remove them since it was obvious I wasn't going to be running anywhere but let the idea go. The price for such a favor would likely be far higher then I'd be willing to pay. Besides I'd had more then enough of his 'choices' today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 05:34:01</strong>
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				GoodFellow opened the door to the outside of the building. He stepped out and expected Astrid to follow. They were going to walk to her dorm. Not the way they came. They were going to take a different way. A way that he chose. It was about training.<br><br>He had no idea what she thought her life would be. He had no idea what she thought her service was suppose to include. He did not wish to speculate. It was irrelevant to the task at hand. The task was to teach her the duties of her position.&nbsp; <br><br>She was delicious. He was having a hard time walking. Right now it would not be hard to drill rebar into concrete with his dick. Glad for the sporran. <br><br>She was amazing.&nbsp; She was exactly what he wanted. She could not have been more perfect with her acid tongue and the burning hate in her eyes if Santa had wrapped her in a strict open top pencil latex skirt, nipple rings with collar chain, six inch heels and silicon ball gag.<br><br>"We have a quick errand to run first. Won't take more than a moment or two and it's another way to the dorm," He explained.<br><br>It appeared that she had no idea how beautiful she looked in bondage. Thus the walk. Allow her to experience in a safe way what it should feel like to have men and women desire her. He turned right at the corner taking her to the loop. <br><br>The Loop was a known short cut for business people with a penchant.&nbsp; There were any number of benches, pigeons to feed, trees and shady places with benches welded to small picnic tables for those wanted to spar in a game of cribbage, spades or chess.<br><br>GoodFellow frequented there often, although Astrid would have no idea. It was the place where musicians and artists found a connect with accountant who appreciated a fine curve that teased the senses.<br><br>&nbsp;Up ahead was the gauntlet. Several occupied benches. All evenly spaced. Occupied by one or two men, a couple, a single woman.&nbsp; <br><br>"We'll turn at the next corner but I must stop and see a friend first. The errand I spoke about." He assured her before she said anything. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 06:45:29</strong>
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				"But of course, take you time" I said sarcastically rolling my eyes. If I could have I would have crossed my arms over my chest, cocked my hip and smirked. I settled for just smirking at his back while we walked.<br><br>I felt ridiculous but behaved as expectedwalking the appropriate two steps behind him and not slowing him down. Seeing the people I sighed, 'he's trying to kill me' I though morbidly. At least it wasn't the other teachers far as I could tell, or any of the students that was a plus. I tried to bolster my sagging spirits with thoughts of my room and it's earthly comforts, namely the cigarette I was dying for.<br><br>My nipples were aching from being in the clips and I had to fight to keep from focusing on the continued pain of it. I curse who ever thought up this sick form of punishment and swore the first thing I'd do when getting to my room was remove the wicked things and think of something vile to do to them just to make myself feel better. <br><br>The thoughts of my room lead me to idle ponderings of my room mate. would she really be as timid as she seemed? Would I have to sneak around her as well as the rest of the staff. The idea alone was tiring and I hoped it would be so.<br><br>Quieting my restless mind I paid attention to where I was somewhat curious as to the errand that had to be run so urgently that Goodfellow couldn't wait till he'd deposited me back in my room. Or was being run now as part of my prolonged punishment. Somehow the latter seemed more likely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 09:19:22</strong>
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				The second glance over a paper. The slight smile of approval as they passed a business suit. His nod to GoodFellow and the nod of acknowledgement back. It was the look one man gave another for what he brought with him. <br><br>Astrid were moving along nicely. He expected it helped that she had a place to go where she could relax. So fighting now would definitely be counter productive if she wished to get to the dorm. He kept her moving at a brisk pace without running her.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a couple on the bench ahead. The woman's hand went to the man beside her. He glanced over as she whispered something to him. GoodFellow noticed them briefly but looked ahead looking in hopes that plans had not changed.<br><br>GoodFellow looked ahead. Search to see if there was someone on the agree upon bench. The bench near the corner. He could see a woman sitting with a small bag at beside her. She looked straight ahead. GoodFellow smiled as he recognized her.<br><br>"OYE!" an older man's voice had GoodFellow stopping on the next step. "I've a word with you!"<br><br>He had no idea who this man was but the man sounded a bit irritated. GoodFellow sighed but turned with a welcome smile. Customer service was his earmark. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 09:28:14</strong>
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				I sighed as we stopped "I hope this is the errand" I mumbled annoyed. People were looking how could they not I was walking around topless, with clips attached to my nipples that were now throbbing, hand cuffed and being lead around on a leash. Even so I sent several people fierce glares annoyed at their wandering eyes.<br><br>I wished more then anything for a shirt but let the wish slide away it was about as likely as getting struck by lightening I thought negatively looking up at the brilliantly clear sky with annoyance. please let this be quick I said to myself taking a deep breath wincing slightly as the spikes in the collar jabbed me and stood docilely behind Goodfellow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 23:29:54</strong>
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				"Sir?" GoodFellow responded. <br><br>The older man walked past&nbsp; Astrid as thought she were invisible as he quick stepped and stopped short of running into the tall man with the leash. <br><br>The older man wiggling a finger in Tristan's direction.<br><br>&nbsp;"You're from the Private College, eh." He said loudly looking up into the open neutral gaze of the large man. <br><br>&nbsp;"You know the one. Upright civic and all about serving the community. Tree hugging I'd imagine. Environmentalist. Recycle your recycle I'm sure."<br><br>"Sorry Sir," GoodFellow said, "I seem to have lost you."<br><br>"There will be none of that!" The older man became louder as he began to wind up for the speech. <br><br>&nbsp;"You can't possibly defend your institutions position on global warming and protecting some miserable species of pig flies by advocating the arrest of people who have no time to separate cans from bottles in the rubbish bin.&nbsp; All the while our streets are a combat zone full of delinquents running amok!" <br><br>The older man drew papers rolled in his other hand. "I've brought a petition signed by all the upright citizens of Kingslynn Retirement Community,&nbsp; Mister..."<br><br>"All of them, oh my," GoodFellow said with the right tone of sincerity.&nbsp; He furrowed his brow as several unconnected thoughts collided. <br><br>They were drawing a crowd. A small group gathered round and suddenly there were three people listening.&nbsp; One of them had a cardboard sign which read down with global warming.<br><br>GoodFellow continued quickly, "I can assure you Sir that the Faculty and Staff of Lady Shaw's Private College are certainly aware of the environment although not specifically about the demise of certain species of flies." <br><br>"However, our pledge to the community at large is to reduce the number of delinquents running or walking&nbsp; amok by providing an education geared and equipped to teach them the skills required to serve civically or any other possible way in a multitude of positions."&nbsp; <br><br>A woman with bright eyes and the matronly figure of a great grandmother standing next to Astrid, whispered to the girl quietly. “Silver is definitely one of your color dear. If I had it to do over again I’d have gone with the clips instead of piercings, but Edwin insisted. That’s himself there havin a chat with your sir.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 08:55:12</strong>
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				I snorted at Goodfellow's response and had to keep from laughing. The school defiantly specialized in teaching skills required to serve. Though I wondered if the older man realized just how true the statement was. Given that no one took my appearance as odd I figured they must.<br><br>The woman's comment annoyed me pressing a button I didn't know I had but instead of lashing out I gave her a sickly sweet smile "I like the all natural look myself but you know, men." I said with a too sweet smile and sarcasm edging my voice. The conversation of Goodfellow and the older man mattered little to me and I found myself instead trying to pretend I was anywhere else. It was obvious this wasn't the errand which meant it would take even longer to get to my stupid dorm. <br><br>I sighed lightly and started tapping my foot in boredom wishing I had my ipod or anything to entertain me while I stood there. "please hurry up" I muttered quietly rolling my eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 09:23:43</strong>
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				It was not difficult to guess how this had interrupted Astrid's concentration. She appeared bored. Amazingly enough after a few weeks in school she might find this a welcome relief.&nbsp; She might even beg for such a quiet stroll.&nbsp; Minus the groupies.<br><br>GoodFellow noticed other people slowly migrating as if there was suddenly a swing of the magnetic compass of the world. It was time to do something and appease the small group so that he could get Astrid to her dorm.<br><br>“I wish I could join your fight. In solidarity to your cause may I lend a name to your petition?” GoodFellow asked humbly.<br><br>"Exactly," The great grandmother explained to Astrid, “ Men and the environment wears on natural quickly, don't you know. Gravity does terrible things to a woman’s body as she matures. Two minutes out of bed on a chilly morning and the nipple chain is making good bumps across my belly. But Edwin refuses to allow me clothes around the house.&nbsp; He’s still such a bastard!”<br><br>There was cheering and clapping from the crowd as Tristan GoodFellow scribbled on the page and handed it back to the older man.<br><br>The old man eyed it for a minute, “Jack Kech, Mr. Kech thank you!”<br><br>“Your welcome and thank you all! Glad to be of assistance in these trying times,” Tristan Goodfellow said with a smile. <br><br>As though the mist had swallowed everyone up the hang arounds were gone. They trailed after the older man as the woman walking two steps behind and to his right.<br><br>“Well, that was pleasant interruption.” GoodFellow remarked quietly and motioned for Astrid to walk.<br><br>"Not much farther," He reassured her.<br><br>GoodFellow looked ahead. The same woman was sitting on the same bench with the same small bag on the bench beside her. She looked straight ahead. <br><br>"Come along," He said to Astrid and wasted no more time making a direct route to the woman and the bench. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 09:45:21</strong>
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				"But of course Mr. Kech" I said sarcastically laughing lightly to myself and smiling in parting to the older woman hoping to god I never ended up like her. I shuttered to think of it and followed behind Goodfellow.<br><br>I looked over the woman we made a bee line for and hoped this would be quick I wanted my room and it was on the tip of my tongue to ask to remove the nipple clips that were causing a significant amount of pain now. But I kept silent and hoped I could take them off soon. it was still in the back of my mind that he might make me wear them often now. The idea was horrible but I would put it past him see how much he seemed to enjoy them.&nbsp; <br><br>"So what are we doing?" I asked a moment before we came to the woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 00:52:38</strong>
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				GoodFellow was glad he hadn't been facing her when she replied. He grinned and stifled a chuckle.&nbsp; She had a sense of humor and she was bright. What more could a trainer want. <br><br>He wondered if she had noticed the older woman. Probably not, those things were subtle sometimes. The person in the next cubical at work might be wearing a butt plug and strict chastity and unless you know what to look for you would never guess.&nbsp; It was all about subtle. <br><br>Certainly not what he was doing with her. And yet in it's own way it was subtle. She was clearly unveiled to the waist, wore elegant nipple clips with a chain, her hands manacled behind her back, her neck displaying a pinch collar and she was led by a chain, but no one asked. <br><br>It wasn't polite to ask but more importantly it wasn't comfortable for the asker to ask.&nbsp; Perhaps afraid of the answer. Perhaps afraid it might connect with something dark and submissive inside of them. Something they did not want to know.<br><br>This was part of her education. What people would say, what to expect and how people might react.&nbsp; Begin her conditioning early, both to his expectation and the different ones of the public. People wore all kinds of collar, some more visible than others.<br><br>"Picking up a small package," GoodFellow told her.<br><br>The bench was near the corner, and in the shade out of the way. The girl turned her head and smiled as he approached.&nbsp; He saw her eyes move to the leash and Astrid briefly.&nbsp; The small package in hand as she stood. <br><br>The woman was brunette with fine features. Her dark eyes seemed thoughtful against long flowing curls. She dressed in business casual. A top in basic white with a black blazer and skirt to mid knee.&nbsp; A gold chain with a gold Triskelon locking pendant at her neck. She looked up to the man with a leash in his hand and averted her eyes as she waited.<br><br>GoodFellow spoke first. "Lovely Day, It's good to see you again. I hope Mr. Kapoorah is getting along well."<br><br>She brightened, "Sir sends his regards, along with your package," and offered it to him.<br><br>GoodFellow put his hand to take it and briefly her eyes met his then looked away. He cock his head curiously. <br><br>"Yes?"<br><br>"Thank you Mr. GoodFellow," She said blushing.<br><br>He was being thanked. She had been a handful until she settled. Now happily owned by a Master who cared for her.&nbsp; He wasn't about rescuing people that was the job of the fire department and the police. GoodFellow was about training people and finding proper placement for them. So that at some point snow white would permanently move into the seven dwarf's house.<br><br>"You are very welcome, Lovely Day, "Tristan said taking the bag. "We must be off, getting the tour and all that. Cheery Bye."<br><br>The woman gave a quick glance to Astrid before speaking again. "Bye Mr. GoodFellow."<br><br>He turned his attention back to the business at hand.&nbsp; He gave the leash a tug. "Come."<br><br>Stepping off again as he enjoyed the moment. Glad to see his work turn out so well. He signed and made the right turn at the corner. <br><br>They would be there quickly now. Time for a few questions if she had any. Then into her room. He wondered if Charlotte had arrived. Astrid and Charlotte as room mates, shy and not so shy.&nbsp; He grinned thinking about it and knew there would be some sleepless nights ahead. <br><br>"Questions so far?" He asked as they headed down the block towards Astrid's dorm building.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 08:54:42</strong>
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				I'd watched the two interact and it wasn't hard to miss the subtle signs I'd grown used to watching for. The way she averted her eyes to me was a red flag and told me all I needed to know about the girl. I rolled my eyes when he tugged the collar and fell into step behind him hoping there wouldn't be anymore surprises along the way.<br><br>"You trained her." I said not waiting for a reply "I hope you don't expect me to be like her." I said a tone that told clearly how little respect I held for the girl. <br><br>It was weird to think about knowing I'd either end up like her as in trained or keep fighting till they break me so completely there's nothing left. Either way I lost but I was determined to try to beat them at their own game to find a 3rd option. I wanted a real choice not like the fake ones Goodfellow gave me but a really one I wanted normal. I wanted to be able to walk away. More then anything I longed for the life I'd only tasted but never got to really enjoy. I clung to my child hood and told myself that life was what I was suppose to have, what I deserved, even if no one else seemed to agree.<br><br>The other girls in the house, they started out like me so full of fire, hate and rebellion. But it was like watching a fire go out. Slowly they'd bend just a bit then a bit more, then they were doing anything he asked. It was just a matter of time. Each girl started out as my friend then slowly became his slave and I was left alone again and I hated them for it. I hated those girls and what they let themselves become.<br><br>The thoughts and memories swirled in my mind and I lifted my chin "I'll never be like her." I said sounding completely confidant and unbending.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 12:17:16</strong>
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				"Ah, no questions, good," GoodFellow replied.<br><br>But Tristan had listened. Twice she denied what she was deep inside. A random thought came to him briefly. Twice before the cock crows you'll deny me. It brushed it aside and kept walking quietly. <br><br>There were things he would have to include in her schedule. Definitely nipple clamps. He wasn't sure about piercing her yet. There was plenty of time. Besides he had not had a look at her pussy yet. She might be just the type to wear labia rings. Maybe her shaved mound would look delicious with a tattoo. Although he was more inclined to thing of her breasts at the proper place for the tresklion. <br><br>His own mandala on her body. She had the features to carry it off. The grace and with a few trips to the gym there was plenty of opportunity to increase balance and coordination. <br><br>But for not it was the dorm and her room. He glance up from his musing and grinned. Yes they were almost there. <br><br>"Here we are," He said loud enough for her to hear. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 04:06:28</strong>
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				"I can see" I said rolling my eyes. In fact I'd been counting steps till we got there eager to be rid of him as well as the painful implements attached to my body.<br><br>I was tempted to hurry up but kept up with his pace that for me was far too slow. "Are you going to take these things off so I can sleep tonight?" I asked rattling the manacles behind me. They were more annoying then uncomfortable but I wanted to be able to sleep tonight and I never would with them on. "You won't like me when I'm sleep deprive." I warned in a slightly playful surprising myself with the ease of which I regarded him.<br><br>Tucking the thought away to look at again later I counted the seconds till I was in my room and had a moment to myself. I dreaded meeting my room mate again but pushed it away I wouldn't be spending much time in my room tonight anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 07:49:35</strong>
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				It was grand to listen to her relax. Yes, it was probably the nearness to the room. It was still welcomed.&nbsp; It was clear she could retract the claws under certain conditions. <br><br>"Sleep deprived, oh my," He quibbled without letting her see him grinning. <br><br>"We certainly can't have that," GoodFellow assured her as he led the way up the steps.<br><br>" So do you have any big plans for the evening?" GoodFellow asked as he opened the Dorm Building door and sounded innocent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 08:40:50</strong>
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				"Yep but to tell you would ruin it." I said with a smirk smiling just thinking about. I couldn't wait till I was alone and finally had a moment to breath before starting my new campaign. <br><br>"You said I could ask questions, will you answer a few for me now?" I asked finally starting to think about something beside my past, this moment and all the unsavory things swirling around me. I felt calmer knowing I'd be free for the evening. If I just stayed in I could have a whole night a peace, I'd found a safe zone in a place I hadn't expected to. It was liberating.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 10:30:49</strong>
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				They were almost to the door of her room when she answered. He chuckled. It was priceless.<br><br>"Good to hear, make the plans memorable." GoodFellow advised as he stopped at her door.<br><br>They all did. Everyone of them had plans. They started on day one. By Mid term they would be in teams. At the end of the first year the pain bitch and bucks would have been identified and the whole after hours rituals minus smoking and drinking would have ended for the most part. <br><br>Order and hierarchy being established. Pain and Pleasure given out in liberal doses seemed to keep people happier and home more. Grades were a big factor in all of it after the first week. <br><br>&nbsp;Just people trying to sort themselves out, GoodFellow thought. <br><br>"Question?" He said opening her door. "Certainly if I can. I'd be glad to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 10:46:12</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.<br><br>(moved to Astrid's Dorm room)<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81014.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81014.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 19:47:16</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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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 22:16:06</strong>
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				Tristan GoodFellow stepped back into his office.<br><br>The first day of Astrid's training had been event filled and reward for them both he thought with a cheeky grin.<br><br>&nbsp;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: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 22:21:51</strong>
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				A couple of hours passed before there was a light knock at the door and with the barest wait for a invite in before the door opened and Shaw stepped into Mr Goodfellows office. A small smile touched her lips as she briefly glanced about the room noting no sight of his student before her gaze settled on the teacher himself.<br><br>"I hope your training with Miss Astrid is going well though that is not why I am here. Do you recall at all the female student that was in my office earlier with Astrid."<br><br>Though she had stepped into the office she had not closed the door for there was no one else around and no secrets were needed to be kept. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 23:27:40</strong>
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				Tristan Goodfellow looked up from his book as the light tap told him someone was there. He closed it as the Head Mistress enter.<br><br>"Good evening Lady Shaw," He said the added. "Yes she's coming along nicely. I'm sure in a day or two she'll be escorted in your office with her first major violation.<br><br>He searched his memory for THE FEMALE, there had been many and it had been chaos given the new arrivals and the returning students. But the reference to her office sharpened his focus and narrowed the choice to one other female.<br><br>"Charlotte, isn't it?" He asked on a curious note.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 02:32:14</strong>
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				She nodded her head once as he remembered the girls name at least even if only vaguely.<br><br>"Yes Charlotte. That would be her..well she decided that she would be the first of this new group to break a rule. She attempted to escape this evening. She did not get very far when security brought her back. She has been punished for the physical harm she brought upon one of the men and is currently finding her bed to be the wall of the dungeon below the college."<br><br>She smiled as she slowly moved around his desk and leaned against one edge of it quite close to him.<br><br>"Now Charlotte so far has come across particularly, vulnerable and rather lost on her current path but I can see what she is...she just requires a little guidance..and also around here..the first big rule breaker tends to be the one we make the example of. I was wondering if you would be willing to help in part of it...."<br><br>She leaned down slightly, bringing her lips to his ear and began to whisper her plan to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 04:55:32</strong>
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				Tristan GoodFellow had been reading after his second cold shower and it was curious that he had indeed cooled down. <br><br>His selection of reading material consisted of two tried and true books guaranteed to shrink heat. The first Bee Pollination; Less Sting More Honey by J M Mullet, stimulating reading for those in need of sedatives and out of their prescription. The other Quantum Mechanics, the evolution of a supernova by Professor Horace Loadstone Jr. a must read for those needing a reason to drink. <br><br>Sadly enough GoodFellow was midway thru the second book when her Ladyship had arrived. <br><br>He listened attentively to her concern about Charlotte. He had not thought that frightened girl would even consider leaving her bed much less fleeing the campus.&nbsp; Charlotte as the first of this new group to buck the system so to speak, had him grinning.&nbsp; The least likely to do anything boldly daring tried to escape before the first day began meant this next year was going to be filled with surprise and exciting training days. <br><br>The proximity of Lady Shaw's voluptuous body in no way affected him in the least. He was after all reading about black hose..holes. He did have an appreciation for art in whatever garment worn. This woman was a silk claw of discipline. He appreciated every aspect of her attributes. <br><br>He bent as she came close to whisper. He carefully consider the request. He found his heart pumping a beat or two faster as she finished. He straightened. His express had not changed. It was of course clearly academic in nature. There was only one conflicting appointment on his schedule he needed to address.<br><br>" I must let you know that I have an appointment with a student at 5 pm that I cannot reschedule." <br><br>&nbsp;"If that won't be a problem then I shall clear my calendar for the whole day," He said in that volunteer spirit. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 11:56:51</strong>
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				She smiled slightly after the whisper had been heard and certainly understood. She walked around the desk and stood on the opposite side of it once more , standing next to the door.<br><br>"Just be sure to bring your student along and I am sure it shall not last that long. It begins at dawn. I hope you have no qualms at getting up that early."<br><br>Without waiting for him to respond she simply turned and left the room. A smile forming on her lips. She was quite aware that the appearance of Mr Goodfellow had triggered a automatic out burst of crushes and adoration from a lot of the female students and even some of the males that swung both ways and though she saw the attraction in him she was not one to play with the other teachers except for of course Celia but that was a different matter entirely. <br><br>"See you then Mr Goodfellow."<br><br>She called from along the hall way, the empty building echoing her voice enough that she knew it would carry to him. She did not need to hear his confirmation that he would be there at dawn. She had the feeling he would be though now she had other business to attend to and made her way to Miss Rogers office. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 03:57:45</strong>
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				Tristan GoodFellow with all due respect enjoyed her Ladyships exit as much as her entrance. Her presence. Stimulation.&nbsp; There had been an instant understanding that required no words at his interview.&nbsp; <br><br>The other encounters like this one had been fun, at least for him. It took the edge off training, helped him relax and find that spot where he was neither teacher nor trainer. A place where he could interact with colleagues to include her ladyship without putting any more context into that meeting than what was intended. <br><br>Early in the morning, indeed, he thought as he glanced at the locker. <br><br><br>He walked to it and placed both books on the shelf. He no longer required their assistance. The locker closed he wanted to the door his hand to the light switch.<br><br>The mandala very much where they had left it on that computer table. He grinned evilly and turned out the light. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. GoodFellow's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 00:44:20</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><br><br><br>
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