[LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit & Jaclyn)
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				Title: <strong>[LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>06-07-2018, 13:19:40</strong>
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				It’s a well-known law of existence, that when things seem to be going well, life turns around and bites you on the arse. As a psychologist, I should be able to take these peaks and troughs with some kind of equanimity, but in reality, it pissed me off.<br><br>Having got my feet under the table as the Casino’s resident psychologist, and built up an interesting client-base, it had been annoying for it all to collapse as quickly as it did, but as Freud once said ‘shit happens’.<br><br>Fortunately, being a fatalist, I had already put provisions in place, by ensuring a large portion of the finances the Casino had assigned for the medical department be ‘redirected’ to my personal accounts. That had allowed me a quite considerable sum to assist in the creation of my new practice.<br><br>Having found an office space that would match my intentions, I had paid the builders a handsome remuneration package to have it built to my exact specifications, and now it was finally ready. I’d spent the last few days making sure everything looked absolutely perfect—as only someone with extreme OCD could—and gone out to celebrate my achievements and the opening of the new Steel Horse last night.<br><br>It was good to have seen some familiar faces, and Courtney offering to take on the role as my secretary was a lifesaver. Without that I would have been forced to run between my office, and the outer waiting room to check if anyone was waiting, and that would have been unprofessional to say the least!<br><br>Sipping the coffee my new secretary had prepared for me perfectly, I gave the place one final check and nodded to myself in satisfaction; happy with what I saw.<br><br>Smiling to Courtney, as she sat at her desk, I signalled her to unlock the door to officially open for the first time, and made my way into my office.<br><br>Let the madness, begin<br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/Kats_Office.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em><strong>Doctor Katrina Kyle's Office</strong></em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>06-07-2018, 21:11:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/35e4/msqjq6b3yx197ro6g.jpg)<br><strong>Courtney - Receptionist</strong></div><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: left;">My first day on the job, and I'm ready. I got in early and setup up everything just how I like it: Neat, spotless, and modeled for efficiency. I even got in early enough to make some coffee for Miss Kat, (with three lumps of sugar as I remembered she liked it), and poured myself a cup with four sugars. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/c479/yijm6lui9ulqivh6g.jpg)</div> My cup in hand, I walk back out to unlock the door as instructed, then head to my desk. Who's our first patient today, let's see. Oh! Jaclyn Rosendahl! I hope she's not put off by <strong><em>me</em></strong> being the receptionist here. We know each other, not well, but well enough to perhaps make her uneasy. <br><br>I hope not, though. She has absolutely nothing to worry about from me. The hippocratic oath <strong><em>does</em></strong> extend out to me after all. Besides, I'm a patient here too, so I'm in no position to judge. Nope, no one will ever know she's a patient here, not on my account anyway.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>09-07-2018, 00:56:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/344qywz.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… gosh what is wrong with me! ... I can't shake her! ... I don't want to shake her! ... I have to shake her! ... where the heck is Peter when I need him! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… next best ... Dr. Kat Kyle ... met her at Steel Horse ... cute too ... shudder ... and strong! ... as strong almost as ... as her! ... she agreed to an appointment ... dress carefully ... the denim ... the deconstructed jacket ... cute yet utility ... I need to spill my guts and this outfit feels like comfort clothes …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… find her new office in the maze we have landed in ... knock on the door and turn the handle ... it opens! ... step in looking around and close the door behind me ... oh right ... Courtney's hewr receptionist or whatever …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh hello Courtney! Um, I have an appointment with, um with Dr. Katrina, um Dr. Kyle. At top of the hour. I'm um early I guess. Um, I'll wait.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… look around for a chair to wait in case the doctor isn't ready …</em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>09-07-2018, 02:14:03</strong>
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				The door opens, and in walks Jaclyn Rosendahl. While she still looks the same as I remember her, normal air of confidence that normally surrounds her, seems to have vanished. Instead of the woman in control, the woman who always knew what she wanted, and always spoke very directly and clearly, I get a couple of sentences full of "um's." She's clearly not herself. Well of course not silly! That's why she's here! <br><br>"Good morning Miss Rosendahl, very good to see you." *smile* I start, with a professional, yet friendly tone. While it's true I know Jaclyn, I also know how focused on details Miss Kat tends to be. "You are just a bit early. Have a seat and I'll get you checked in. Oh, and if you like, there's coffee and Lemon Balm tea on the little table over there if you like. This will only take me a minute."<br><br>I click around on my computer screen; logging not only that she's here, but also checking some boxes that describe my first impressions on how her demeanor is. That information is apparently helpful. Something about a patient's guard being down when they don't realize they're being examined. A few clicks later and I hit: <strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">SUBMIT.</span></strong> That information should now show up on Miss Kat's screen. I then page into her office:<br><br>"Miss Kat, your 9 o'clock is here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>09-07-2018, 03:15:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… smile as Courtney goes through her rituals ... and invites me to sit ... with tea! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Thank you Courtney!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… put a tea bag into the earthen mug ... add water from the spigot ... and take a seat ... note that she speaks of Doctor Kyle as Miss Kat ... overly familiar? ... yet I've known Courtney a while and she can be very businesslike ... small thing I guess ... begin to recite again my plan to reveal my issue to Dr. Kyle …</em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>09-07-2018, 19:37:50</strong>
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				Sipping my coffee, I smile to myself as I hear the conversation between Courtney and Jaclyn, as I lean against the door; my eyes closed so I can listen to the timbre and rhythm of both of them.<br><br>Hearing the chime of an IM appearing on my laptop, I walk over to it and glance at Courtney’s comments with a practiced eye. Nodding to myself in appreciation for her observations, I type a couple of points that I had caught in Jaclyn’s voice—for educational purposes—and press send, just as Courtney’s voice comes over the intercom to inform me of the arrival.<br><strong><br>“Thank you, Courtney,”</strong> I reply, scanning the room for what I needed. <strong>“Please give me two minutes, and then show her in.”</strong><br><br>The time would allow Jaclyn to have just started on the tea, and for me to add a couple of things to my desk.<br><br>Going to a cupboard at the back, I carefully prepared three small plates of cookies; one of oats, one of chocolate chip, and one of raisins, and placed them at equal distances on the desk, in front of the patient’s chair. Satisfied, I returned to my desk and drained my coffee, before placing the mug on the exact corner so it couldn’t be missed and waited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>10-07-2018, 02:12:39</strong>
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				I nod, (even though she can't see me) and reply, <br><br>"Of course Miss Kat."<br><br>I look at Jaclyn and *smile* "You're very welcome Miss Rosendahl."<br><br>"Miss Kat will be ready in a couple. While you wait..." I say, bringing over a clipboard with a form and attached pen on it.<br><br>"This is a just a simple form with some info on it. It just explains that, I too am bound by oath to discretion. Nothing I may learn through the course of my job, leaves this office; not even the simple fact that I saw you here. Take your time reading it, and then initial at the bottom. Just give it to Miss Kat after I take you in."<br><br>I walk purposefully back to my desk, heels rhythmically click-clacking across the floor. While it does occur to me that I'm not exactly dressed as professionally for this job as one would expect, Miss Kat did say I should wear what I thought was fitting for this office. While I didn't outright copy Miss Kat's look, it is a close facsimile. I thought she'd appreciate it on my first day. <br><br>One thing I hope Jaclyn hasn't noticed, is how I've been using nothing but small words when I speak. I can't seem to help it. Ever since I walked in this morning I've been speaking this way. I guess it makes sense, keeps me from stumbling over bigs words like "hippocratic." <br><br>I keep a watchful eye on how much time has passed. One minute, give or take a few seconds. I click through our appointments for today, just to kill time, and briefly debate setting up an appointment for myself. Not today, not on my first day. Seems more like a "day two" kinda thing. Rather, I just watch Jaclyn on my other monitor. Yeah, I could look up and observe her directly, but that's a bit off-putting.<br><br>It's nearing two minutes now anyway, so I rise up from my seat, and walk to the end of my desk. <br><br>"Miss Rosendahl? If you'll just follow me please, Dr. Kat will see you now. Feel free to bring your tea with you."<br><br>I start click-clacking away from my desk, (to the right as, Jaclyn is viewing it), my hips swaying confidently. I turn to make sure she's following, then open the door, walk into Miss Kat's office, and hold the door open for her. <br><br>"Miss Jaclyn Rosendahl to see you Miss Kat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>10-07-2018, 03:46:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Courtney hands me a form ... typical ... birthday and surgery and medications ... write in 'penis inversion' and high does estrogen and progesterone and androgen antagonist for that damn testosterone ... leave sex blank ... see what she does with that if anything …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Couertney seems to be posturing for my or maybe her employer's benefit ... strut the heels, girlfriend! .. she calls e back ...hand her the clipboard to deal with ... and follow her ... enter the inner sanctum as she holds the door ... Miss Kat it would seem is de rigueur …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Thank you Courtney, that will be all.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… wonder if she gets the rebuttal of her authority as the admin ... I love Courtney though, ever since she waited on me and Nicole ... and back to reality ... look around the room ... Kat has set it up yet for what? ... not the cookies ... spaced precisely ... the empty coffee cup ... OCD setup for whom? ... her or me? ... realize I have my mug of tea still n one hand with the tea bag …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Hello Doctor. I seem to need to unburden my cup of a tea bag. Where would you prefer I do so?”</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>10-07-2018, 04:21:42</strong>
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				I *smile and nod* respectfully, at Jaclyn when she says "that'll be all." It is interesting that she handed me the clipboard back, rather than give it to Miss Kat as I asked her to. No matter, she's probably distracted. Besides, I can easily enter the info in on my computer so Miss Kat can see it from hers. <br><br>Oh sure, I could walk it over to her, but that feels like it would be an intrusion of private space. So I wait for Jaclyn to be clear of the door, then walk back out, the heavy door closing behind me. I walk back to my desk, take a sip of coffee and start entering in the information as quickly as I can.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>10-07-2018, 20:16:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Doctor_Katrina_Kyle.jpeg)</div>I hadn’t missed Courtney’s choice of outfit this morning and was as amused as I was rather touched that she’d chosen to select a style consistent to that which I was accustomed to wearing. The fact that I had decided to go against my own convention and wear a smart white blouse and floaty black mini skirt for the first day of my new enterprise must have come as a shock to her.<br><br>There were things that never change, however; like the six inches of heel on my black pumps, or the absence of underwear under my clothes, but these were to be expected.&nbsp; Granted, flashes of these were not as obvious as the glimpses of my black stocking tops as I rose to welcome Jaclyn into my office, but they were worth noting—it was that kind of day.<br><br><strong>“Jaclyn, how nice to see you again,”</strong> I say pleasantly, by way of welcome showing her to her seat. <strong>“I do hope the day finds you well? I note Courtney was kind enough to get you a drink. There’s a small bin by the side of you if you need to deposit the tea-bag and help yourself to a cookie if you wish.”</strong><br><br>Flashing her a smile, I turned and slowly returned to my seat. Leaning back in my chair, I absently glanced at the information coming through on the screen of my laptop but covered the movement by running my fingers through my white-blonde hair.<br><br><strong>“Now then, you said something last night about wanting to bounce some things off me without being interrupted, so…what can I help you with?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>10-07-2018, 22:19:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… realize I may have inderdressed! ... the doc is to the nines! ... carefully deposit the teabag in the bin ... take the seat and decline the cookies ... sip of the tea ... cross my ankles ... a breath …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Yes. I'm an addict. I'm addicted to a person. I need to break my addiction.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… there ... said the absolute basics ... sip of tea and set the cup down on the edge of the desk ... the desk has her in a position of authority I don't like ... yet not enough to do anything about …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So I'll start at the beginning. He name is Dianne du Monde and she's an international diamond thief wanted by Interpol and the Swiss and I'm sure others. I met her in George Town on Grand Cayman. a few months ago. I'd gone there to try to straighten out an issue with my bank. She approached me at the bar at my hotel shortly after I'd sat down. And proceeded to whipsaw me with blackmail and her very magnetic ... with her domineering personality.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… grab the tea mug with both hands and barely avoid spilling as I take a too big drink …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“She, um, it's like she owns the keys to my behavior and can make me do whatever she wants and I can't seem to break away from her.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… panting! ... deep breath ... sip of the tea ... hands on the verge of trembling ... the memories of how she owned me seared into my being ... whisper …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Help me doctor! I'm desperate! If she calls, I'll go where she tells me. I can't help myself!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>11-07-2018, 12:45:53</strong>
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				Relaxing back in my chair, I listen closely as she explains her issue; taking note of not just her words, but the inflection to them, the way she expresses herself and her body language.<br><br>The contradiction between word and movement couldn’t be clearer to me if she’d pointed them out for herself, and the turn of phrase that she used when she described this Dianne du Monde spoke of a clear confliction that was deep seated.<br><br>I allowed Jaclyn to build up her emotions, as she described her woes, interested how quickly that she needed the protection of her cup to hide behind, before declaring her willingness to do as she is told for her blackmailer. That it is immediately followed with a shiver of what appeared to be a memory, and soft panting, suggested to me the addiction she spoke of was one of her own making.<br><br>Her final statement offered the perfect opportunity to interject.<br><br><strong>“Well, fortunately for you, you’d be unable to comply if she calls you here,”</strong> I smiled gently, meeting her gaze confidently with my own clear blue eyes. <strong>“In the safety of this room, the only person you need worry about following is myself—and that is only so I can guide you the way that will help you with your problems.”</strong><br><br>Reaching out to take a cookie, I break it in two and bring a piece up to my lips to nibble it a little; the crumbs falling from my fingers almost suggestive of the ‘crumbling’ state that this Du Monde had left Jaclyn in.<br><br><strong>“Perhaps it would be better to get certain things out of the way, so we can delve deeper into this for you,”</strong> I suggested, keeping my tone kind, and understanding, but with an undertone of surety of my actions at all times. <strong>“What exactly was is that Ms du Monde was blackmailing you with? And what things has she had you do, to date?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>11-07-2018, 15:59:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… smile wearily as she asserts that I'm safe here ... my phone will alert me if she does call or text ... and unless this room is one of those Faraday cages, I'll know and jerk to respond …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she asks about the blackmail …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh that. Um, years ago I was engaged. My, um, fiancée was a college student, sent to the US from Denmark to study Chemical Engineering. I met, um, met her the day I was signing up for classes and we hit it off. Her, um, her mentor Miss Terkelsen – we call her Miss T. – was the founder and CEO of the Danish Chemical Group, um DKG for short for it's initials in Danish. But anyway, Miss T. took a liking to me and extended to me the invitation along with my fiancée to take over operating the company when she retired and once we completed our education. My fiancée was going to step into the job of Chief Scientist and I was to be the President and CEO. At that time, DKG was a €6B business.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sigh ... so much for the background ... sip of tea …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“And then everything went all to hell. My fiancée was kidnapped and smuggled out of the country in a shipping container along with several others. With the help of some friends at Interpol, we were able to track the container to where it washed up empty on the north shore of the island of Socotra, Yemen, just outside the Gulf of Aden. The ship that carried the container was searched as it passed through the Suez Canal and no records of the container were found. It's movement from Las Vegas and loading at the Port of Las Angeles was well documented and the papers were all in order but they turned out to be fraudulent though nothing attached the smuggling to the trucking or loading companies.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… another sip of tea …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So anyway, my friends and I presume my fiancée became a commodity in the slave trade on the Arabian peninsula. From everything they would tell me about that, I kinda hope she's dead. Maybe she survives, I don't know. But I had to move on and so did Miss T. who was as devastated as I was.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… breath, Jaclyn! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Miss T. wrote my fiancée out of her will and sold the company. And sent me €20M out of the blue. I tried to talk her out of it but she said she didn't need it and since Christina – that was my fiancée – was gone, she had no other heirs so I might as well take it. Because this was international, we had to go through official channels and all that, and we ended up writing a legal document that we both signed that went to both the banks and to the federal authorities in both countries. To make signing the thing easier, I signed her name at my lawyer's office in New York. Miss T. was on the phone with her lawyers in Copenhagen and everyone agreed that was the best way to do this instead of flying the paper to Copenhagen and back. We filed one copy with the US Securities and Exchange C omission. Du Monde had stolen that and was asserting the fraudulent signature could put me in legal harm. I panicked, even though I knew that couldn't happen because the only person who might have been harmed by the tactic was Miss T. and she later wrote a letter stating that no harm had befallen her so there was no reasonable cause for any legal action. But like I said, I panicked.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sit back and breath ... sip of tea ... it's getting cold ... set the mug down on the desk …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Du Monde also knew about the attack on my bank account.”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>12-07-2018, 20:05:02</strong>
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				Jaclyn’s expression, in reaction to my assurance of her safety, is to give a weary smile, which speaks volumes about the power she believes this woman had over her. It’s also a good indication of the amount of work I may have to do in order to help her break the hold; or at least come to a position of power with it.<br><br>Her tale was as interesting as it was tragic, but it left more questions than answers in the telling. For example, there was the explanation of the horrible fate that her fiancée befell, but no details as to who took her, and why she was targeted. That may not seem like a pertinent fact for most but, given she was about to become president of a huge company, the timing seemed unfortunate.<br><br>Then there was the matter of the twenty million euros. I could perceive the possibility of ‘Miss T’ providing that amount for Jaclyn in her will, but to pay the funds to her outright, and out of the blue? Curious indeed.<br><br>One would put such an amount as being around the same price that a kidnapper would demand in ransom for such an illustrious captive as Christina.<br><br>That is not to assume I thought Jaclyn capable of such an act at this stage, but I could see how even the merest hint of that suggestion would cause her be vulnerable to blackmail—certainly more than the excuse offered about the falsified signature. Granted, there may be a case to answer for, but it was as easily solved as she, herself, had revealed—certainly not the smoking gun that would cause her to be as ‘addicted and helpless’ as she claimed she was to Du Monde.<br><br>I kept these thoughts to myself for now; content to listen and gather information at this stage.<br><br><strong>“Attack on your bank account?”</strong> I prompted, leaving her all the silence in the world to fill with her explanation. <br><br>Sometimes the best tactic was to say as little as you could.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>12-07-2018, 20:42:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… thought I'd explained that ... maybe not ... sip of tea …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I bank several places, mainly for convenience. In Delaware where my business is incorporated, in Honolulu to support my resort on Maui, and in George Town in the Cayman Islands for all the various islands around the Caribbean where I have holdings. Easy banking has been my rule. All transfers are recorded and available in real-time to any official auditors who can prove their need to know. I have to be careful because the Caymans and other places around the Caribbean like Panama are sometimes used to hide cash. I don't do that, it's not worth the risk.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… where next …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So I get a text message from my bank in George Town. Someone was attempting to transfer money to my account from from Lacy Place, the hotel I live in when I'm in Vegas which is most of the time, it's home. A very interesting sum of money. Precisely $10 M minus $3,141,592.65. Recognize that number? It's <abbr title="Pi">π</abbr> to eight digits times a million.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… let that rest for a moment …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“My bank wanted to know if I approved the transfer since I hadn't initiated it and hadn't informed them it was coming. Usual precautions. I told them to decline the transfer. The did and the transfer repeated. And repeated and would not cease no matter how often it was declined. The next step was to block the source for the transfer and that required that I be present in person with valid biometric identification to go to higher echelons of the banking world to personally authorize the block and elevation of privilege. So I went to George Town and du Monde told me she new about the transfer right after she showed me a picture of the stolen document.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… how much more? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“The $10 M could be a coincidence or it could be intentional. $10 M was the precise amount in US dollars my friend Nicole was accused of embezzling from Jameson Industries in the UK. I kind of don't think so, because threadbare clothes are not mark of a wealthy person. But there you have it.</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Du Monde agreed under certain conditions to deliver the stolen document into my hands and if I accepted, to cease the attack on my bank. <br>&nbsp;I was tired and it would have taken much more time to cripple the attack and possibly to fight the false allegations concerning the document so I agreed ot her terms and the attack stopped.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and I suppose I'll next have to disclose the terms ... sigh ... going to make her ask for that though …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>13-07-2018, 10:22:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chewing on a cookie, I considered the wisdom of the fact that sometimes its not what someone says, but the way that they say it that reveals a great deal about their personality, and that truism was in full force as Jaclyn explained the fraud on her accounts.<br><br>It’s fairly normal for people in business to bank at several places in the world—especially when they are in business and travel a great deal—but Jaclyn was at pains to detail where some of her most significant holdings were positioned, and to make sure I knew she refused to entertain anything as ‘legally questionable’ as tax loopholes.<br><br>The fact she followed that up with stating her ‘home’ had been Lacy Place threw a whole new perspective into her view of what was acceptably legal and illegal, of course.<br><br><strong>“I know Lacy,”</strong> I stated with a small smile, as she mentioned it. <strong>“I was their on-site psychologist, of course, and was lucky to have had access to their staff and guest database.”</strong><br><br>Sure, there was no need to drop that in, but it helped establish the fact that we not only had common ground, but I was fully aware of what Lacy did. Granted I didn’t go all the way and admit I still held everyone’s files on my laptop, but that wasn’t pertinent right now.<br><br>The actual attempted transfer I found interesting—not so much the fact someone was able to fool the biometric security and get around the failsafes in order to trick the system into processing the transfer, because all banks have faults, and criminals are skilled these days. No, it was the exact amount of money that caused me to raise an eyebrow—going to the trouble of utilising pi in the calculation suggested someone who was either a mathematics or science nerd, as anal as I, or someone looking to make a point that I couldn’t see at the moment.<br><br><strong>“Was there any significance to you in the utilisation of pi?”</strong> I asked. <strong>“Some nod back to your former fiancée, perhaps, given her role would have had her familiar with that number and its uses?”<br></strong><br>The reference to the 10 million being a possible result of her friend’s alleged embezzlement was another curious point. I had the distinct impression I was only being given a small snapshot of the whole, and though it wasn’t for me to decide on the legality of someone’s actions, having any information hidden from me meant a barrier in my ability to assist my patients.<br><br>Still, patience was a virtue, even if patients weren’t, and I would see if I could draw out more when it became relevant. For now, it was her last comment that I wanted to focus on.<br><br><strong>“What were the terms?”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>13-07-2018, 15:33:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… smile as she delivers her Lacy Place credentials …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I started there as one of the indentured employees. My debt got <abbr title="exploited a flaw in the old site software">paid off somehow</abbr>. I managed the so called Orientation Center for a while until I met my fiancée. Then I had other work to do so I resigned but continued to live there. You must have known Dr. Jenny Tang then! She did my reassignment surgery! Love that woman!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she asks about the significance of π in the money …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I have no clue about any significance to using π quite that way. I don't believe it was a coincidence though. All I can think of is the perpetrator of ttransfer whoever that was had a sense of humor. The whole $10 M wasn't on their agenda, so when attempting something less happened up $3 M and then ... Oh wait! I think that transfer thing may have started on March 14! You know, Pi Day! Three fourteen! Oh I don't know what it meant.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and then the question I dreaded yet knew was coming ... the terms! ... blush! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Three things. First, I had to submit to her will that evening. Second, I had to go back to Las Vegas to a party the next night that she knew about and I hadn't yet learned of and curtsy to that Johnna Jameson woman while wearing a really slutty dress. And finally, I was to wear a diamond necklace that she gave me just before we separated that evening.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… still blushing …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“It turned out that the necklace may have had a stolen diamond among the several diamonds on it. But I breezed right through customs the next day by using the line du Monde told me to use and wore it until it was taken away from me by the <abbr title="Federal Agency of Investigation">FAI</abbr> a couple of days later.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… lick my lips ... the memory of that night is etched in my libido …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So anyway, I came back to the party and curtsied to that Jameson bitch and a little while later someone did a drop near me to give me the stolen document. I, um, I still have it. The FAI didn't ask for it and if they found it in my purse when they searched that, they didn't take it. I probably ought to get it to my lawyer in New York to get it returned to the SEC.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… reach into my purse for my phone ... my fingers brush against the other necklace and the leash du Monde gave me ... startled ... why am I still carrying that! ... take my phone out and tap a reminder to send the document to my lawyer ... look back up at Dr. Kyle …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Sorry, something I need to do and keep forgetting and now I'll get nagged until I do.” #<em>Embarrassed Giggle</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>14-07-2018, 12:53:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding as I listened to her describe her ‘recruitment’ to the Casino—filing away the fact that she somehow managed to get her debt paid for future review with her files, given such a thing was extremely rare—I couldn’t help but smile at her mention of Jenny.<br><br><strong>“Yes, I knew and respected the woman greatly,” </strong>I murmured, briefly wondering what she was doing now, and hoping she was well. <strong>“And she clearly did good work.”<br></strong><br>Jaclyn goes on to deny seeing any significance into using π, though her sudden recollection of the date was more telling than it may have appeared to her. Not only did it confirm the fact that the person responsible was of a scientific, mathematical or OCD frame of mind, it also signalled they were more probably American, or educated in America, rather than places such as my home country—England—who put the day before the month.<br><br>Then we came onto the matter of the terms of the blackmail.<br><br><strong>“So, to summarise what you are telling me, in order to stop the cyber attack on your bank, and obtain a document that proved a fraud you committed—both of which could have been neutralised in different ways—you agreed, seemingly willingly and with little thought, to commit a crime by way of smuggling, and humiliate yourself by reverting back to a night of the same submissive, slutty lifestyle that you had experienced in Lacy, and escaped from, by way of paying off your debt?”</strong><br><br>To say old habits died hard was an understatement, and in the case of the psyche, I was well aware of the fact that, once a person learnt of their enjoyment of something—even if it consciously abhorred it—they would feel a need to sate it once in a while, no matter how they felt. <br><br>Based on what I had learnt so far, I was wondering if it was not some of those triggers that du Monde had set off inside of Jaclyn, in order to manipulate her so easily.<br><br><strong>“Tell me about that night more, and how you felt about doing that for her and obeying her wishes to act the slut on her behalf.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 01:29:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… shake my head gently …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Don't put words in my mouth! I made a business decision for <strong>my</strong> business, for my employees and our well-being. My own well-being isn't that important but they're not ready yet to do without me. So don't think for a moment that my own survival and health isn't important to me either. Maybe it's trite but I live by this. When it's time to make a decision, a wrong decision is less damaging than no decision. I felt pressed so I decided. So far, the only damage done is there's probably an Interpol Red Notice (https://www.justice.gov/usam/criminal-resource-manual-611-interpol-red-notices) on me but not that they've published. From my business perspective, I'll live with that and engage it if they do publish. The FAI never did produce a damn warrant, even after they battered down my door and threw in a flashbang and almost blinded Taffy and Mackenzie!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… breathing heavy ... angry! ... three quick cleansing breaths ... recite the <abbr title="I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.">Litany Against Fear</abbr> …</em></span></span><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/aeee/2puja24rr4bliav4g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/2puja24rr4bliav/Collar2.png/file)</div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… so what did happen that night …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“That night, she played at humiliating me. She handed me a collar and leash and had me have our waiter put it on my throat. This one.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… take the collar and leash out of my purse ... tempted to put it on because touching it still sends me all a tremble …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“We had dinner. She told me to have someone take me to the ladies room where I was to masturbate in the center stall and be loud about it. I stood and a half dozen women were volunteering to take me. I did that. Someone lead me back to my table. That's when I got the necklace she wanted me to wear through customs and back to the party and curtsy to that bitch!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… glad I'm still feeding on the Adrenalin from anger ... easier to tell this ... otherwise I'd be blushing and stammering ... and now that it's told, my brain flashes back to the toilet stall …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“There are pictures of me finger fucking myself in the john out there on the internet if you care to go look. My face is hidden so there's no positive identification, than the goddess!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… yes, thank the goddess and one person's skills ... those didn't come cheap but they were funds well spent! ... oh goddess that felt so delicious! …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 18:51:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My words had the required effect.<br><br>Quite often in matters of the mind, especially in delicate cases, a patient may come to me espousing their wish to be cured of their burdens but be rather reticent when it came to the actual telling. I had found by prompting a defensive, or even angry reaction from them, it causes the patient to break past the barriers of their reluctance to reveal more details than they might necessarily have felt comfortable with.<br><br>Such it had proved in the case of Jaclyn.<br><br><em><strong>“I made a business decision for my business,”</strong></em> I echoed her words back to her with a slight smile, looking into her eyes as I repeated them back in a steady, defined manner. <strong><em>“For my employees and our well-being,”</em></strong> I paused a moment, tilting my head, noting the potential contradiction in her following sentence, so skipped over it to the next. <em><strong>“Don’t think for a moment that my own survival and health isn't important to me either.”</strong></em><br><br>Breaking off another piece of cookie, I let that lay in the air a little as I nibbled on it, before speaking again.<br><br><strong>“I want you to remember you said that, Jaclyn,”</strong> I told her, my voice gentle and calm. <strong>“Whenever we talk of addiction, of being owned, and controlled—when you feel those feelings rushing up inside you, when you think about them—I want you to recall what you have just admitted, because it will help to remind you who could be impacted by your decisions—and who you really are.”<br></strong><br>Those words were made more pertinent as she spoke further, and I noted quite plainly the tremble in her arm as she holds the leash aloft, the body language as she described the humiliation she had suffered from her enforced self-love, but it didn’t tell the whole story. Though I might read the answers in her posture, it wasn’t enough; she needed to admit it openly, if we were ever to deal with it.<br><br><strong>“Tell me about how you felt being ordered to go into the ladies and masturbate—what emotions were you going through? What feelings, urges, thoughts, were you experiencing? And again, in the toilet stall doing the act, and then finding out your pictures were all over the net. Describe to me in detail about how you felt being collared too. Break it down for me, each of those experiences—leave nothing out.”</strong><br><br>Letting her process what I was asking for a moment, knowing the likely response, I added yet another challenge.<br><br><strong>“And describe to me how you feel right now, given I could potentially look for an image of you in that cubicle right now, to gaze at as we continue this session.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 23:02:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she parrots back my angry words ... a quiet bludgeon on my psyche ... and a reminder of the training I have from Peter and psych lectures at my college on <abbr title="Cognitive Behavioral Therapy">CBT</abbr> ... to watch thoughts and feels arise before acting on them ... or not acting on them ... how the heck did Dianne bypass that? ... will need to speak to that …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she moves on after giving me ample time to muse on her remarks ... and what's with her and the cookies? ... how did I feel in the john …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“How did I feel in there? I was relieved. And I was so damn horny I felt wonderful to jill off, to send all that energy through my body and blow away the stress! Oh trust me, I've had worse orgasms from people I loved! This was like that Kundalini thing, an explosion! I mean, she'd made my biggest stress disappear like smoke and a curtsy to that Jameson bitch was nothing. I've been made to do worse, much worse.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… break it down …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Okay, somehow she trashed my usual mental precautions and I was reacting like a puppet on her strings. Having my waiter put the collar round my neck with the entire restaurant watching was manic! Parts of me went totally humiliated and others flashed back on when my Mistress, Miss Anne collared me back at Lacy Place. I felt honored and elevated and submissive all together. I honestly don't recall what went on at our table before she sent me to the toilet.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… shake my head ... trying to recall the fuzz that taken over my body and brain …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I woke up when my wakeup call came in at 6 am. I don't recall ordering it but it was fine. I was cold sober with no hangover and clear memory of what I had to do. I called my travel agent and booked the next available flight, had coffee in my room and more at the restaurant as the sun rose along with fruit and some local smoked fish with scrambled eggs. I went to my bank when they agreed to open a side door early for me and cleared my account and biometrics and new passcodes. I went to a store near the airport and bought the slutty dress she'd requested. I had an early lunch at a bar near the airport because the airport there isn't much for anything except airplanes and baggage. Houston Bush was the usual pain in the ass. McCarran its usual welcoming tourists place. I was tired from a long day when I got back to the hotel but found the party and did the bitch curtsy thing and got the paper. I napped in a side room and then Steffy needed my help with some shit or another. Then hotel rent-a-cops busted me and I spent the night in security. Fuckin' FAI bastards!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… deep breath ... another ... and another .. what did she ask? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh, um, how do I feel now? Relieved that I've told someone. Oh, and if I hear her voice on the phone I'll probably go into brain scramble and do whatever she says and even help her do whatever it is she wants done. I'm immune to hypnosis so I've no clue how she does it. None!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the images? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I'd have to tell you if you'd found the real thing. Like I said, money in the right places does amazing things. They weren't taken down, they were modified so the metadata disconnected them from me and that time and place. The ones who took them and posted them have no clue anything's changed. They can't see inside the pictures.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… finally feel like I can sit back ... not relaxed ... but feeling better than when I came here …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>20-07-2018, 15:23:40</strong>
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				I couldn’t help but nod along as she described how she felt, both in the toilet and restaurant before, and had to smile to myself when she mentioned being immune to hypnosis—as if that was the only way to make someone do as you wish.<br><br><strong>“The mind can be a curious beast, Jaclyn, and only a small portion of it can be rationalised, broken down, or managed through logic and conscious thought. When it comes down to it, we are a mass of needs, drives, emotions and dreams that can override our good sense, and push us to do things that we never would have imagined we would do in a million years.”</strong><br><br>Nibbling my lip in thought, I tried to think of the best way to break it down.<br><br><strong>“Part of it is thanks to how we learn to respond to things we encounter through our lives, based on previous experiences. Just as we learn biting into a lemon is sour, putting our fingers into fire is painful, teasing a nipple is pleasurable or the tug of a leash deliciously submissive, so we build unconscious associations with them, so that merely the mention of them can cause the body to feel how it felt the last time you experienced them.”</strong><br><br>Waving a hand towards the collar and leash as a visual representation of that, I continued.<br><br><strong>“Not only can you use past experiences, such as when your Mistress Anne collared you, to trigger a certain way of thinking and acting, but you can direct new ones in a way that will lock certain behaviours into your mind for future exploitation.”<br></strong><br>I knew what I was talking about, having experienced it from both sides, but best not to get into that now.<br><br><strong>“In your case, she did a masterful job of building you up slowly by having you collared in front of everyone, when you were already feeling powerless and humiliated by her. That in turn triggered previous memories of how you reacted in such situations, and you fell into playing it subconsciously—clearly finding it erotic, given how horny you admitted to getting.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Then, finally, when you were riding a wave, she sent you off to orgasm, at her orders, in the most humiliating way she could find—thus locking into your brain the association of doing as she wishes, being submissive, humiliated, and the pleasure and release associated with it. That, I’m afraid, is not hypnosis, that is basic psychology.”</strong><br><br>Leaning back in my chair, I smiled at her sympathetically as my nail tapped the desk rhythmically in thought.<br><br><strong>“The problem with that kind of technique is it only gets stronger the more you are indulged in it, to the point where even the thought of carrying out those actions sparked the trained reactive response. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you found just imagining that collar around your throat, or she voice at the end of the line caused pleasurable tingles of anticipation already.”</strong><br><br>Pausing, sighed a little. <br><br><strong>“It’s also extremely difficult to counter.”<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-07-2018, 19:29:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… nod ... mind a curious beast ... curious for certain ... beast? ... flash briefly on the yogic practice of ‘riding the horse’ that is the mind ... of staying astride as the beast moves of its own ... gently guide it in spite of its strength ... do or do not, there is no try …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she sketches what I hadn't seen ... how du Monde played me in George Town ... and I haven't told of the next time ... the escape from the hotel …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I jumped eagerly the next time she contacted me. We ended up on the roof of the hotel after the FAI attacked us in my suite at the hotel. We flew out in a helicopter she called in to rescue us. An FAI agent fell over the edge that day. Neither of us pushed him, though they may try to tack on a murder charge. So far though, there's been no follow up and I haven't exactly been in hiding.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… recall that day …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I melted inside when she contacted me. And nearly had an orgasm as we dangled from the rope under the helicopter. Call it what you will, she has my mind and senses hooked. So how do I counter it? Just say no? Somehow I don't think that will work.”</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 11:39:37</strong>
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				It’s surprising the lengths we go to, when we are on the hook and don’t realise the extent to it. Life has an odd way of escalating a tiny problem, so that it becomes an ever-increasing issue that comes to dominate your very existence—to the point all you are doing are reacting to the latest disaster, rather than pre-empting the next.<br><br>Psychologists have developed a term for this, it’s called “Shit hitting the fan”, and by the sounds of it, Jaclyn had a whole load of cows on standby to fire at any moment.<br><br><strong>“Countering it is, to be blunt, going to be an issue for you,”</strong> I admitted grimly with a small shake of my head. <strong>“Even a person of insurmountable will would struggle to ‘just say no’ and be able to avoid the influence you are experiencing currently.”</strong><br><br>Getting up out of my chair, I moved around the desk and perched against the corner closest to Jaclyn, as I explained.<br><br><strong>“We are beings of hidden desires and needs, all waiting to be exposed to your conscious mind, and once we experience them, and discover how much we like them, there is no possible way of shoving them back into pandoras box, because they have become part of who you are—like it or not. In your case the humiliation, the exhibitionism, the loss of control…all these things are parts of your nature that you have now been exposed to, and they will always be there, needing to be sated.”</strong><br><br>Absently running a nail along my nylon covered leg, I paused a moment before continuing.<br><br><strong>“Some of my peers would advise a course of aversion therapy, in the attempt to make the feelings you associate with those desires so disgusting that you would never dream of doing them again. Such a course would be counter-productive, however, and psychologically damaging as you force yourself to actively restrict a part of your personality that needs to be expressed.”</strong><br><br>I knew that too well, having had direct experience of it.<br><br><strong>“Another set would advise you to ensure that you cease all contact with this woman and remain in hiding for a set period of time, assuring you that her influence, and the feelings associated with it, would lessen, until it had no hold of you at all. The problem with that, of course, is that you are so knotted up in her web, that you have no choice but to answer her calls, and do as she wishes, for fear of her exposing the crimes you have committed for her, and destroying not only your livelihood, but those are reliant on you.”</strong><br><br>Taking a breath, knowing how this is going to sound, I stated my honest opinion.<br><br><strong>“There is a third option, however, but one that’s probably as unpalatable as the other two for you, and that’s to give yourself into the power of someone you trust to look after your interests, whilst giving you those needs you have. The solution is unusual, admittedly, but logically, if you are indulging in your submissive, exhibitionist fantasies with a trusted partner or professional Mistress, it would blunt the impact Du Monde has on your psyche, and thus the power over you.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>24-07-2018, 23:13:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… catch a whiff of her as she comes around the desk ... feel uncomfortable with her so close and looking down at me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she ticks off options ... aversion therapy ... that would seem ruinous to more than just my relationship with du Monde …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… isolation ... cannot do that and operate my businesses ... oh, could sell them all but that would feel very disloyal to my employees ... they're not ready yet ... and the festering paranoia …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… or change my Mistress ... really? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I see, or think I see.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… consider ... could I? ... could I submit willingly and transfer my affections to a benevolent Mistress? ... and where would I find such a person? ... and how would her benevolence be ensured? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Okay, so download Tinder to my phone and advertise for a kind and caring Mistress for a spoiled rich girl? Skilled and trained Mistresses don't grow on trees, you know.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>27-07-2018, 12:51:57</strong>
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				Okay, so download Tinder to my phone and advertise for a kind and caring Mistress for a spoiled rich girl? Skilled and trained Mistresses don't grow on trees, you know.<br><br>I couldn’t help but let out a laugh of genuine amusement at her comment—appreciating the sentiment, rather than in mockery—and my eyes glittered in appreciation of it.<br><br><strong>“One’s who know what they are doing, and don’t just shout and think that constitutes being a domme, anyway,”</strong> I chuckled in agreement. <strong>“And though you may be lucky in delving into that minefield and finding one who is as skilled and loving as you are hoping for, the problem can be she may not be compatible for you.”</strong><br><br>Giving her a wry look, I absently reached down to brush a stray hair out from the middle of her forehead, and back in place as I continued.<br><br><strong>“Your problem, my dear Jaclyn, is you may very much be attuned to the treatment that you are currently receiving from this Diane Du Monde. Certainly, your choice of calling yourself a ‘spoilt little rich girl’ speaks of someone who, subconsciously at least, craves such humiliation to balance the fact you find yourself in a position of power and whimsy on a daily basis.”</strong><br><br>Satisfied her hair was now correct, I resumed my position; straightening my stocking tops meticulously. <br><strong><br>“Until you learn, and acknowledge, your fetishes and fantasies, and all those things, deep down, you desperately need to experience, you will always be a walking target. It would also make finding a Mistress who would not take advantage of you, and give you what you want, next to impossible. The question is, can you be honest with me—and more importantly, yourself—and say what it is you need?”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>27-07-2018, 22:34:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… what is happening to me? ... feel like I can taste her! ... her hand moves toward me ... my brain says to defend myself ... and my arm refuses to do more than twitch to ward off the oncoming hand ... close my eyes as she rearranges my hair ... open them again ... her hand is so close ... her words …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“… <strong>crave humiliation</strong> … ”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her hand retreats ... my eyes can't help but follow ... her stocking! ... needing adjustment! ... her voice!…</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“… be <strong>honest</strong> with me and <strong>say</strong> what it is <strong>you need</strong>!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… did I miss something? ... it's like I did but I can't seem to remember! ... ‘what it is I need’ ... shake my head ... eyes back to her stocking top ... her fingers …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I um, I neeeeed ...”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… shudder …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I need, um, may I, um, may I please, if it's not asking too much, may I please, um, may I please help straighten your, um, your stockings?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I hear myself as in a trance ... know I should jerk away from this and run like hell ... should be totally and shamefully embarassed and apologize to the doctor for my words ... but I just sit here ... and stare at her stocking top and her fingers …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>30-07-2018, 10:57:13</strong>
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				Her words seem to come from nowhere, even surprising her it seemed, judging by the slight shudder she produces. Pausing in my primping, I studied her face and body language a moment, seeing a tension and need there that had echoed in the timbre of her voice as she had made her plea.<br><br>There was a school of thought that believed that to control a person, they needed to be broken first, so they had no will of their own. To my mind such methods were ruinous, as there is no joy left for either participant to indulge in, and ultimately, they become disposable.<br><br>I believed in choice. Give people options, and if they make the choice of their own volition, it can never be denied afterwards, and will only encourage them deeper into their needs and desires.<br><br>Jaclyn had made a choice.<br><br><strong>“Of course you may, little one,”</strong> I smile in answer to her question, getting up from my position against the desk to walk into the centre of the room; heels clicking softly on the floor as I move.<br><br>Reaching down, I purposely push my stocking tops down slightly, and turn them to the sides so they are askew, then point to the spot in front of where I am standing.<br><br><strong>“Attend to my stockings and describe to me how it feels to do so; there will be no secrets between us.”</strong><br><br>An unusual addition, yes, but knowledge was key.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>30-07-2018, 23:39:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her words send a delightful shiver through me ... somewhere far away in my brain I recoil in horror …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… watch with fascination as she intentionally puts her stockings askew ... the chiffon skirt floats about her thighs as she moves ... the garter straps stretch and twist ... another shiver …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she points to the floor in front of her and orders me to attend to her stockings ... the watcher within sees me slide off the chair, my denim skirt riding up slightly ... sink to my knees and notice her stilettos for the first time ... my god they must be all of 6 inches! ... I can barely manage 5½ so stay with 5 …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… break out in a sweat ... shrug off my jean jacket, revealing my thin cotton T-shirt ... no bra because the jacket covered ... my nipples are hard! ... my hands tremble as I reach for her stocking ... release the garter tab in front and back ... deep breath ... fingers touch her smooth flesh as they take the top of the stocking and rotate it ... then tug it up slightly …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“It, um, this feels, this feels so, so um, so delicious! You have lovely legs, um, doc, um, lovely legs, Mistress!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… there! ... there I said it ... torn from deep inside me ... not as deep as the watcher who seems to recoil with the word ... recede farther ... recede to safety ... carefully reach inside the front of her stocking to replace the front garter tab ... shuffle on my knees to her side and do the same with the back ... oh my! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mistress? Um, may I tighten your garter straps? They, um, they need tightening!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the thought of reaching even farther up under her skirt has me blushing …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>31-07-2018, 19:22:24</strong>
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				Watching her slide off her chair, walk over to me and sink to her knees so quickly, I nod to myself in satisfaction; observing how rapidly the submissive side of her nature appeared to take over. It had only been a matter of minutes ago that she was standing her ground, and acting the cool and professional businesswoman, but now that was blown to the wind as she hesitantly reattached my garters with shaking hands.<br><br>This Du Monde must have thought she had struck the jackpot.<br><br>Smiling as she complimented me on my legs, I shifted my stance slightly as she finished her work; my skirt riding up a little to reveal my pierced, shaved sex to her.<br><br><strong>“Thank you little one,”</strong> I murmured, running my fingers through her hair; not noticing the honorific she had given me. <strong>“Well observed with the straps, I’m impressed. You may tighten them as much as is needed, and then, so that I can be sure that you have straightened the seams of my stockings correctly, I want you to kiss along each of them, from thigh to foot, so I may feel the line myself.”</strong><br><br>Running a nail downwards from her hair, along her cheek and jawline, to rest under her chin so I could raise her head to look up at me, I smiled down at her.<br><br><strong>“I wonder, given what you have admitted so far, whether it is gentle or rough handling you crave. Humiliation and humbleness, or gentle loving guiding?”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>31-07-2018, 21:57:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… little one! ... a voice from long ago ... another inner shiver of delight ... and now to adjust her garter straps ... lift her skirt to find the adjustment slide ... oh my goodness! ... no panties ... and Mistress is shaved! ... tear my eyes away to take the strap and adjust the little slide until the strap is barely taut in front ... then on my knees around to do the same in back ... her ass cheek is so inviting! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… get the rear strap adjusted and move to her other leg ... straighten and adjust there too ... and now to ... now to ... oh my! ... now to kiss! ... to kiss her seams …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… decide to be bold ... lift the back of her skirt high to where the strap meets the belt ... breathing harder ... inch forward and then lean ... and kist the strap right where it meets the belt ... and then downward ... my lips touch her ass cheek where the trap is taut and then only air until again the strap joins her stocking at the tab …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my fingers tremble as they slide down the sides of her stocking with my face between ... my lips trace the seam down and down ... the hollow behind her knee ... the swell of her calf ... down on my stomach now ... keeping contact and kissing the wonderful seam ... and ending at the ankle strap of her oh so wonderful stiletto! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she asked me a question? ... oh, yes ... back up on my knees moving behind her …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Crave Mistress? I serve Mistress! Mistress may treat her servant as Mistress chooses!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my hand caresses her bare check as I lift the back of her skirt ... then my lips traverse first the strap and then the seam and finally down her Achilles tendon to the ankle strap ... back on my knees, slide around in front of her with my eyes downcast ... looking at her shoes …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mistress, your stockings appear to be in order. Your servant regrets she did not wear stockings and clothing more appropriate to serving you. May your servant retire to dress more appropriately? To serve perhaps later today wherever Mistress desires?”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>01-08-2018, 02:10:23</strong>
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				The straps are attended to with efficiency and skill, and rather than be fazed by my next request, each kiss is perfectly timed and placed to ensure maximum coverage and pleasure. The hot breath tickling my nylon covered skin, which echoed heavily though the silent office, gave testament to how much Jaclyn seemed to be enjoying the task. <br><br>Starting her kissing on the curve of my behind, where the strap was most taut, rather than the stocking top itself was another suggestion that this was not just some occasional desire, but a calling deep inside that needed to be sated. <br><br>And then she spoke.<br><br>“Mistress may treat her servant as Mistress chooses!”<br><strong><br>“Be careful what you wish for, my girl,”</strong> I warned, looking down to where she had assumed a perfect submissive position. <strong>“You might just get it and more.”</strong><br><br>Smiling wryly, I reached out to brush her bangs to one side so I could see more of her face.<br><br><strong>“Of course, that’s exactly what you got with Diane Du Monde, it seems, but such experiences only leave you craving for more, doesn’t it?”</strong><br><br>Tilting my head slightly as she proclaimed her wish to retire so she could dress more appropriately to serve, I licked my lips in consideration. On one hand, we were making clear progress and it may be that to let her go would end up being a wasted opportunity, given she could come to her senses, panic, and never return again. On the other, she had voluntarily offered herself, and as someone who valued choices more than anything, could not refuse it.<br><br><strong>“Come to my apartment at six o’clock this evening,” </strong>I told her, making my decision. <strong>“My address is on one of the cards on my desk. Come dressed as you think appropriate to ‘attend’ to me, both privately and publicly for the evening. The only stipulation I shall make at this time is that you are to tease yourself every hour from now until you see me, without release, and be wearing the same panties as you are now so that I may see the proof that you followed my instructions.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>01-08-2018, 22:16:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and that is all? ... kneel quietly ... absorb Mistress instructions ... look up at her …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Of course, Mistress. Six o'clock. Your apartment. Your assistant has your address.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… rise carefully to my feet ... eyes still downcast…</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Thank you Mistress. Thank you Doctor. I'm, um, I 'm grateful for the treatment and will participate fully in m, um, my therapy.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… curtsy as best I can in the denim skirt ... turn to head for the door ... remember my jacket ... turn and pick that up ... carry it out and close the door behind me ... put on the jacket and walk over to the desk ... the assistant is gone ... look at the several cards ... find one with an apartment number ... oooh, nice location! ... up from mine! ... turn on myh heel and head for the elevator …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… enter my apartment and take off the jacket ... take out my phone ... ‘Hildegard, set an alarm for every hour on the hour from now until 5 o'clock today. Thank you dear.’ ... there …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… look at the time ... was with Mistress more than an hour! have a few minutes to start to choose clothes for tonight ... into my bedroom where I hang up the jacket and the skirt ... leave on the thin T-shirt and heels ... what for tonight? ... ‘dressed as you think appropriate to ‘attend’ to me, both privately and publicly for the evening’ ... ‘same panties as you are now so that I may see the proof’ ... proof? ... proof that I teased myself ... or that I teased myself and did not release? ... take off the stilettos and carry them too into my closet to put away ... what to wear to attend Mistress? ... start to riffle through my dresses ... choose two possibles ... then my blouses ... oh, maybe this? ... or this? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Jaclyn, it's the top of the hour!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… what the? ... oh, my phone ... and time to ... to tease myself ... but not release ... even the though makes me wet ... in the bedroom, pull the comforter aside and fold back the sheet ... lay down on my back with my knees apart and up ... one hand on my breasts ... the other finds my crease ... 'ooh' ... on a hair trigger! ... relax ... squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple ... remember when Nikki pierced my nipples and hung little bells from them ... 'ooh' ... wrong thoughts! ... almost went too far ... relax Jaclyn! ... settle into a slow rhythm ... stroke and caress and pinch lightly …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>02-08-2018, 01:41:39</strong>
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				Jaclyn seems surprised by my dismissal, and almost reluctant to leave at first, but rises to her feet meekly and indicates her acceptance before taking her leave of me. Watching her go, I can’t help but shake my head and smile at how quickly her personality changed when the opportunity to be subservient presented itself.<br><br>Going back to my desk, I glanced at the clock, and noted I had a few minutes before my next patient, so began typing up a few notes from the session; pleased with how the initial treatment had gone. As much as I would have liked to have continued as much as she seemed to, I was a great believer in denial being a key motivator in guiding a person deeper into their needs, so that they abandon their inhibitions more freely. <br><br>If I had read her right, the combination of the teaser this morning, and the teasing without release until tonight will make Jaclyn ripe for any suggestion given to her. From what she had told me of her interactions of Du Monde, she probably would have found some way of making enough of an excuse to do as I asked anyway, but one must follow one’s own techniques.<br><br>Making a note to pick up a few things on the way home, I turned my attention to the next patients file, wondering what I did to deserve having a lawyer as my second client on my first day of opening.<br><br>Still, beggars cant be choosers.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>02-08-2018, 20:22:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… oh this is so nice ... so nice so ... fingers deep in the groove in the front of my panties ... avoid my clit so I don't set myself off ... my nipples are rigid! ... so nice ... so …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Jaclyn, it's the top of the hour!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… what? ... an hour already? ... a whole hour? ... oh my! ... slow down and stop ... sit on the side of the bed and shudder ... so nice! ... look at the bedside clock ... 1 o'clock! ... into the bath to pee ... want to change my panties but Mistress said no ... begin to wonder whether I should take them off and just put them back on before I go back to see her ... will when I bathe, I know that ... so take them off and leave them on a corner of the bed ... back into the closet to look at what to wear ... decide on the organza blouse with the ruffled collar and heart shaped cutout in front ... ... skirt? ... yes, the pleated crepe de chine black mini …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Jaclyn, it's the top of the hour!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… dang! ... 2 o'clock ... back into the bedroom ... take the panties and press them to my crease ... and tease my clit just a little and mess with my nipples ... barely avoid an orgasm …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… back in my closet ... lingerie ... bra? ... no ... 'dress as appropriate to attend means slightly wanton ... and my wet crease and those soaked panties certainly reflect my state of mind ... and besides that blouse isn't that sheer! ... and I hate bras too ... what color stockings? ... creamy whit blouse and back skirt ... no, choose shoes next ... the tallest heels I own on the table to look at ... all with ankle straps ... a pair with an extra ring on the strap draws my attention ... crimson! ... with a bondage ring ... shudder ... okay, and red, open does sandals with a 5½ inch heel that I'll pay for tomorrow ... so red shoes and black skirt means white or sheer stockings ... decide on sheer with suntan lace tops ... black lace garter belt with shirred straps ... now for jewelry ... a simple heart shaped diamond pendant will go under the blouse so the heart rests in the center of my chest in the cutout in the blouse ... and simple diamond studs for earrings ... no, no bracelets ... another shudder ... will Mistress collar or cuff me? ... Dianne's collar is still in my purse ... should I take that or not? ... no, that's for Dianne and I hope to be free of her when I'm done with this therapy …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Jaclyn, it's the top of the hour!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… dang! ... 3 o'clock ... shower next ... but must tease! ... back on the bed and bring the panties to my hairless crease ... and make a huge mistake …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh my fucking gawd this is so nice oh my oh my oh oh oh oh shit!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… one touch on my overstimulated clit without having set my brain not to come and I've gushed all over the panties ... fling them away ... shower time! ... cold shower too! ... into the bath and turn on the shower ... get the towels and everything ready and brush out my hair to shampoo it ... into the shower and let the rituals take over ... shampoo and rinse ... shampoo and rinse ... facial scrub with a sponge ... conditioner ... body scrub and a loofah ... carefully around my privates ... cannot awaken the fire again! ... push away the thought 'what will I tell Mistress?' ... know I'll tell everything ... Miss Anne taught me that ... merciless honesty with one's Mistress ... and therapist, I remind myself ... because I'd lie to Dianne! ... know I could pull that off ... probably ... Dianne is very very good! ... rise the conditioner ... body spray and rinse and turn off the water ... pat my skin dry and stand in front of the blower to complete the job while I comb out my hair …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Jaclyn, it's the top of the hour!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… no! ... was bad and not going there again ... let Mistress decide how to punish me ... blow dry my hair ... long, loose waves with the brush ... then naked, into the bedroom for makeup …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… set out the makeup first because this is special ... creamy blouse with lacy collar and black and sheer and crimson ... therefore ... waterproof smoky red eye shadow ... I tend to tear up and don't want this to run ... waterproof mascara ... crimson lipstick ... apply pale pink eyeliner ... little bit of eyebrow pencil after plucking a few errant hairs and trimming several others ... foundation and then very pale pink blusher ... still applying it the way Jacqueline taught me so many years ago when a silly boy made a mistake at a casino game he couldn't afford ... …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Jaclyn, it's the top of the hour!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… 5 o'clock ... no tease ... no time ... apply the makeup and finish my hair ... into the closet ... necklace and earrings ...&nbsp; slide the stockings up muyy legs ... put on the black garter belt ... adjust it so as low on my hips as possible ... fasten the straps and smooth the sheering ... inspect in the mirror ... slide the blouse up my arms and go through the struggle to button up the back ... adjust it so the heart cutout in front and the necklace all work well ... pull up the skirt ... zip and button in back ... tuck in the blouse ... reach under the skirt to tug it taut ... inspect ... sit to put on the shoes ... the ankle straps remind me where I'm going next ... dampness ... check my purse ... Dianne's collar and my phone plus wallet ... all well ... look at the clock .. 10 minutes ... one last inspection in the mirror ... and head out the door …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… up the elevator ... exit her floor ... check the time on my phone ... walk slowly to arrive a minute early ... there ... her door ... do I? ... yes!…</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sink to my knees and knock on the door ... eyes downcast ... and remember ... I forgot to put on the panties! …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2018, 15:11:14</strong>
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				In life, planning is the key to all success. If one planned well, then one is prepared for every eventuality that was placed in front of you. As much as I was a great believer of that philosophy, I was also someone who placed a great deal in instinct and intuitive actions.<br><br>Those conflicting approaches to life was probably why, rather than formulate a second by second plan in my mind of how tonight would progress, I simply made a few phone calls to arrange for eventualities, if I should so need it.<br><br>Walking the few blocks back to my apartment—picking up a few things along the way—I mused on how best to dress to greet tonight’s guest. As in any situation, it was important that the look perfectly reflected the expectations for the evening, along with making it clear with just one glance that I was in charge, supremely confident and completely open in a way that engendered trust.<br><br>In the end, the answer was obvious.<br><br>Arriving home, I carefully stripped out of my clothes, made myself a light snack, before taking a shower and completing my ablutions. That these included a mirroring of what Jaclyn was no doubt doing, by edging myself to a state of high consistent arousal, was a commonplace event for me now, being as a result of treatments during my institutionalisation which also rendered me incapable of flattening my feet to the floor—or indeed wear anything lower than a three-inch heel, thanks to my shorted calf tendons.<br><br>Checking the clock, I calmly laid out a few items of interest on the coffee table; a long thin silver chain, a jar of novelty lollipops, a sharpie, a jewellery box, a makeup bag and a burner phone, ensuring they were equidistant from each other, and perfectly parallel, before retiring to the kitchen to refresh my memory on Jaclyn’s file with a cup of black coffee.<br><br>With five minutes to go, I give a final once-over of my luxury apartment, ensuring that the large wall to ceiling windows overlooking the park below were uncovered by the curtains, the full-length mirror was glistening in its position next to the sofa, and the lights were at an appropriate level so that anyone looking up into the apartment below could see what was happening.<br><br>Satisfied, I slipped out of the door to my apartment, and into the next corridor, just as the bell to the lift announced its arrival. Watching Jaclyn exit from my vantage point, I nodded in approval at her dress—matching much of what I had anticipated—before tracking her with my eyes to my door. Smiling as she lowered herself to her knees after knocking, I crept silently behind her on my tiptoes to stand behind her, looking down.<br><br>Which was why the first glimpse Jaclyn got of me this evening, was of me looking down at her, completely naked, with nothing but my nipple and labia piercings to compliment my pale frame, and a long wet trickle running down each inner thigh, from the centre of my sex.<br><br><strong>“Hello little one,” </strong>I murmured down to her calmly. <strong>“Thank you for being on time. Do let yourself in and make yourself comfortable for me, and then we will begin.”</strong><br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Kats_Apartment.JPG)</div><div align="center"><em><strong>Kat’s Apartment</strong></em></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>03-08-2018, 16:07:31</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… someone is walking near me! ... do I stand? ... do I stay? ... they're coming closer! ...ohhhh why isn't Mistress answering her door? ... about to raise my hand to knock again …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Hello little one!”</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… look up ... Mistress is standing right over me! ... oh my gawd she's naked and ... and beautiful and ... and pierced and ... and her sex is ... is dripping! ... washes over me like a wave ... realize I'm holding my breath ... exhale&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Do let yourself in and make yourself comfortable for me, and then we will begin.”</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… let myself in? ... oh ... reach up and pull down on the door handle ... at the same time lean forward so I don't bump her as I stand ... ruined stockings this early in the evening is not in my plan ... feel her right behind me as I push the door open and enter ... walk forward toward what appears to be a bar and sitting area in front of a panoramic view ... in a penthouse because of the skylight! ... realize no one outside can see in given the light outside …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… ‘make myself comfortable,’ she said ... take in the room ... the coffee table has a number of objects, obviously placed carefully around it ... a thin chain ... a jar of something ... candy? ... a permanent marker pen ... a lovely jewelry box ... a cloth bag with zipper ... a camera phone …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… assume the objects relate to our session ... advance to near the coffee table and carefully sink to my knees ... knees just on the rug under the coffee table yet with a gap to the table ... my shoes make kneeling difficult without something to lean on ... sit back on my ankles ... painful! ... hands on my thighs with fingertips just above my knee ... move my knees apart the way Miss Anne trained me ... look down at the floor in front of me ... and wait …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my ankles scream with pain ... my focus is on waiting only ... ignore the pain ... Mistress can see through my blouse that I'm not wearing a bra ... Mistress can see the red shiny soles of my shoes and know they're very expensive ... only the best for Mistress! …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2018, 16:57:38</strong>
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				Enjoying the look of shock, flowing into one of appreciation that I received as she acknowledged my presence, I watch as Jaclyn follows my instructions to enter the apartment.<br><br>Moving to lean casually against the open doorframe; my naked backside facing the empty hallway, I silently observed the girl’s movements with interest, seeing how many would match with those that I anticipated.<br><br>Though the room, and view were impressive, Jaclyn appeared to pay it only so much heed as was necessary to establish in her mind what was contained within, and where she should be in relation to them. Without prompting, having noting the items on the coffee table, she’d made an assessment, based on their appearance, and acted upon it; gliding over to the side of it, before sliding down into a perfect slave’s pose, despite the pain those magnificent heels would cause. <br><br>That her position ensured her that her reflection would be in her peripheral vison at all times, just went to show how close I had predicted her reactions.<br><br><strong>“You are well trained, I see,”</strong> I state finally, coming into the room and closing the door behind me, before entering the open plan kitchen to pour myself another mug of coffee. <strong>“Not that it’s any surprise, of course; you were displaying certain indicators from the moment we met. No wonder this Du Monde selected you to be her bitch.”</strong><br><br>Sipping the black nectar, I came back into the main room, and rested gracefully on the arm of the sofa immediately in front of her, so that out body heat was almost palpable. Giving her the benefit of openly examining her outfit in minute detail—a process that lasted a few minutes—I finally broke the silence once more.<br><br><strong>“You look delightful tonight Jaclyn,”</strong> I praised her, reaching forward to brush a few stray hairs behind her ear. <strong>“My compliments on your choices. The lack of a bra was a brave, yet inspired choice; it’s just a shame you appear to have left the rest of your underwear behind as well.”</strong><br><br>I left that hanging in the air a moment with a light smile, before continuing.<br><br><strong>“Tonight, will only work if there is complete honesty between us both at all times, no matter how humiliating the truths that are revealed may be. If I ask a question of you, I will expect you to do me the courtesy of responding instantly with the honest answer, without any attempt of qualification. I, for my own part, will do the same.”</strong><br><br>Swirling my coffee in its cup, I took another sip as I framed my next comments.<br><br><strong>“I am a great believer in choice, little one, and it is of your own volition that you have come here this evening and took to your knees—as it is of my own choice to allow you to do so, and take on the role as your guide. I want you to keep this focussed in your mind, at any point that you begin to have doubts about how you find yourself in this position. Unlike Diane Du Monde, there will be no convincing yourself later that what you have done with me has been coerced, or forced, or blackmailed out of you. What happens tonight is through choice—your own.”</strong><br><br>And the knowledge of taking such choices, I found, were always more psychologically powerful than having the benefit of some excuse or other.<br><br><strong>“So, we shall begin with my first question. What is it that you were hoping tonight would bring, when you were teasing yourself today? What fantasies, dreams and expectations were going through your mind as you walked her? What is it, that you expect to happen?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>03-08-2018, 20:43:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the first emotional blow falls ... Dianne's <strong>bitch</strong> ... cringe inwardly ... Dianne's collar and leash is still in my purse to my side on the floor ... what do I breed as Dianne's bitch? ... fleeting thought ... and one much more intense ... am I this Mistress' bitch? ... and why does it thrill me to be that? ... to be someone's bitch? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… roll that through my emotions as she goes to her kitchen ... see her in my peripheral vision ... eyes stay locked on the floor before me ... hear her pour something ... she returns ... feel her nearby looking me over ... how did she know I'm missing the panties! ... oh! ... my knees are apart and my skirt so short that my hairless slit is open to her gaze ... hesitate ... raise one hand to shoulder level requesting permission to speak as I was trained to do ... she ignores this and moves on ... keep my hand raised as I was trained yet pay attention to her words …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she speaks of trust ... of choosing ... ... lower my hand ... trivial compared to what she suggests ... did I choose with Dianne? ... yes, yet under stress ... could have fought ... path of least resistance if it's only my well being involved ... here there's no stress except the threat of Dianne's return ... that is what I must learn ... to be able to assess and to choose in spite of the attraction this submission holds to me ... why does this feel so lovely and with Dianne so lovely yet something else so ... so sordid? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“What is it that you were hoping tonight would bring, when you were teasing yourself today? What fantasies, dreams and expectations were going through your mind as you walked her? What is it, that you expect to happen?”</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… what did I think of while teasing? ... and what did I expect to happen tonight? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I taught myself long ago that when alone I didn't need to think. That my body was fully capable of itself of sending tumults of pleasure through me and that thinking and fantasizing too often prevented that. Oh, I did think enough about not going too far, about your instructions, Mistress. And the one time I didn't I was over the brink. Self denial for a future better orgasm is best achieved by thinking and fantasizing and not touching and treasing. That's been my experience. When I'm with a partner, I take a totally different approach.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… yes ... with a partner it's all about them ... and the unexpected pleasure they give me is a gift to be accepted …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Tonight I expect nothing. Expectations have a way of yielding disappointment so I've learned to plan where needed yet to minimize expectations. When pressed, I hope for the best and expect the worst. Yet I am not pressed tonight so I have no hopes or expectations, Mistress.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… from the heart! ... what she will do she will do ... how I react will be just to that ... what I learn I will learn or not learn ... her bitch? ... slight shudder ... do I accept that? ... not sure it has meaning ... inner shrug ... wait! …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>04-08-2018, 13:49:58</strong>
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				As she answers my questions, several things become evident to me from her body language and words, which add to the insight I am slowly getting of the woman knelt in front of me right now.<br><br>The slight shiver of her body when I described her as Dianne’s bitch was small, but noticeable, and was accompanied by a complete lack of denial or protest to this humiliating term. That the way she had been coerced, manipulated and humiliated ‘against her will’ had pushed numerous buttons within her was of no surprise—it was why she had come to me in the first place, after all—but it may well be it was the very fact she was ‘taken’ rather than offered herself that presented the biggest draw.<br><br>Given how eager she had been to initiate a D/s style session with me, and offer herself into this position, spoke of a person with a clear submissive leaning. That she had experience of being a bottom was also now a proven fact, but sometimes with people who leaned in that direction, even that need being sated was not enough.<br><br>If Dianne’s interactions with her had shaped Jaclyn’s submissive needs into a harsher tone, where the voluntary choice was no longer enough, than it may just be a normal D/s session without that ‘edge’ and ‘risk’ would be as Methadone to a Heroin addict. It was something that would need to be considered and acted upon…for the good of my patient, of course.<br><br>And then there were the responses to my questions. That she had edged before was, again, probably not surprising, but the distinction she gave between the different types of denial—touching vs fantasising—added an additional nuance that many were not aware of. That, combined with her admission that she had no expectations, but take different approaches with a partner suggested some interesting observations about why Dianne had got to her so much.<br><br><strong>“Thank you for admitting to your unfortunate release, pet,” </strong>I acknowledged, modulating my language slightly and watching closely to how she reacted to different names, and phrases. <strong>“Your honesty does you credit, though naturally there will be consequences of that later on in the evening.”</strong><br><br>No need to expand on that, anticipation was a delicious aperitif in itself, after all.<br><br><strong>“I take your point in terms of denial however, as I explained to you this morning, it can also be a way to instil fetishes and needs within a person that cannot be denied—no matter their conscious wishes. Such things take time, of course, but can you imagine being forced to do something in public, even when there is no one around to tell you to do it, because that’s the way you’ve been...addicted to?”<br></strong><br>My eyes take in her expression, her body language; everything that could give a true indication of how that would feel to her.<br><br><strong>“You say you come in to these things with little expectations—hoping for the best, and expecting the worse—however, it must have been a different experience when going to serve Dianne Du Monde that night?”</strong><br><br>The comment invited her to answer in the way most appropriate, and was added by an absent extending of a leg, so my toe traces along her shoulder; causing the already tight material to stretch more over the obviously hard nipples.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>04-08-2018, 14:55:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… ‘pet’ ... that and ‘little one’ … tremble a little … like those yet don't know why … not that ‘b’ word! … Dianne called me ‘pet’ too … do I amuse her? …&nbsp; does my presence comfort her? … am I to be trained as a service pet? … something about that feels attractive … tiny shiver …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she agrees about denial … and more about what one can become addicted to … the brain and its stimulus to trained responses is all about our basic behavior … and can be used and abused by those who know how to train other's minds … the perversions humans can be incited to are well known in today's politics and religions …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… going to serve Dianne … did I do that? … not that way yet … oh! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her pointed foot touches the front of my blouse over my clavicle … a light, air touch … a touch that has th ehair on the back of my neck and arms stand up … my skin feels alive … and my nipple hardens more … moving as in a dream, my hand rises from my thigh to caress her foot … the lace ruffle at at the wrist traces behind my fingertips as my hand pays gentle tribute to Mistress' wonderful touch … what did she ask? … oh … my hand continues to pet her foot …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Please excuse me Mistress, I did not ‘go to serve’ Mistress, um, du Monde. She sought me out in the Westin bar there in George Town on Grand Cayman. She came to me and blackmailed me with my bank troubles and the stolen paper. I, um, it would be most accurate I feel to say I went along with her manipulation willingly yet I was under duress, too. And the second time in my suite back in Las Vegas, she came to me too. I must say that then I was most willing to serve her though the circumstances did not lend themselves to such things other than to serve each other by aiding our escape from the building's destruction. I knew the back passages, she had the helicopter come and rescue us.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… pause and realize I'm still caressing her foot … continue to do so …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You have lovely feet, Mistress. Attractive if I may say so. If I'm not intruding, have you had your tendons shortened?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… turn my head to look at her foot … and how the heart shaped cutout in the front is warped slightly by it's touch … and how my blouse is stretched … and how this all has me getting damp again down there …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>05-08-2018, 23:10:11</strong>
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				As much as I enjoyed my feet being massaged, and applauded initiative, the fact that she raised her hand to caress my foot and ankle gave cause for me to raise my eyebrow slightly in surprise. Her touch was nice, of course, but usually in the position she had taken, the submissive would remain in unmoving until she had been given an indication, or permission to be so forward.<br><br>So then, trained in some ways it seems, but not in others—or at least, being generous, she was trained to the preferences of another Mistress—something to keep in mind for later.<br><br>Placing my free foot on top of her opposite shoulder, I utilised it as a foot rest as she continued with her light touch with the other whilst answering my question, and correcting my understanding of how she came to submit to Du Monde.<br><br>Musing on her words, I sipped my coffee; my two biggest toes absently wrapping themselves around Jaclyn’s hardened nipple, and pinching lightly in a slow rhythmic manner. So, caught up did I become in my thoughts for the moment, I barely caught her comment about my tendons.<br><br><strong>“They are shortened, yes,” </strong>I murmured, still considering how traumatised the patient below my feet could possibly be after what she had recently suffered. <strong>“Though I didn’t do them myself. A particular idiotic doctor in the asylum I was a…guest…of, decided to do a little off the books experimentation on me, by seeing what would happen if I was locked into ballet boots for an extended period of time. By the time the experience was over, the damage to my tendons was so great, that I was left with the inability of flattening my feet anymore.”</strong><br><br>Smiling wryly down to her, I plucked her nipple again.<br><br><strong>“We all end up as someone’s bitch, sooner or later,” </strong>I note, then chuckled. <strong>“Though in his case, that was quite literal, given he ended up with a fetish where he was treated as a dog; complete with plugged tail!”</strong><br><br>My tone left little doubt who was responsible for this.<br><br><strong>“If you were to describe what you believed to be the perfect way for a submissive to behave though, how would you?”<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 03:02:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mistress places her other foot on my shoulder ... full view of her shaved pussy ... she sips her coffee and then pinches my nipple with her toes ... suppress a wince ... my blouse stretches …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she tells about how her ankles were warped ... and an experience at an asylum ... and what happened to the perpetrator ... the mention of a plug causes a tremble ... and she brought him down ... formidable! ... glad I'm not on her bad side …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… continue to caress her foot even as she molests my nipple with her other ... perfect way for a submissive to behave? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mistress, the submissive is one side of a relationship. Without the submissive, there'd be no dominant and vice versa. The submissive must behave to fulfill the needs of the dominant, just as the dominant must behave to fulfill the needs of the submissive.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… that should be obvious yet I feel it needs be said ... is Mistress a true dominant or is she playing one for my therapy? ... I believe she is also a true dominant ... it remains to be seen whether her dominance and my submission ore of the needed kinds to fulfill us&nbsp; both …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So far, you have fulfilled me, Mistress. You cause me pain and humiliate me. These things I treasure and await more both in quantity and intensity. I strive to find ways to fulfill you. We each correct the other, that is the perfect behavior for both a submissive and a dominant, to learn what fulfills the other. ”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… consider whether to inquire whether she likes what my hand is doing to her foot ... but no, that is for her to initiate and mine to respond …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 16:32:15</strong>
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				Listening to her responses, I idly traced a nail along my shaved pussy; gliding it over the four labia piercings made slick with my own juices, before reaching up to suck the wetness off my finger tip.<br><br><strong>“Pain and humiliation in quantity and intensity,”</strong> I quoted her, underlining it by plucking at her nipple once again; but this time keeping it between my toes, and applying pressure gently, rather than letting it go. <strong>“Ah yes, how easily those words can be uttered by those who fantasise such things, without understanding the realities of what that may result in.”</strong><br><br>Glancing over to the large window for a moment, my tone became thoughtful, as I spoke as much to myself, as to her.<br><br><strong>“You are correct, of course, in your definition of the relationship between submissive and dominant, and yet such things are so often misconstrued by those who attempt to walk the path. Part of a Mistress’s role is to try to bring the submissive to the point where they reach the very edge of their limits, without causing harm or psychological damage to them. On the flip side, part of the submissive’s role is to ensure their dominant knows of their fantasies and limits, whilst promising to vocalise concerns when they realise they are being pushed further than they wish. Anything else turns this to abuse.”<br></strong><br>Turning back to look down at Jaclyn, my tone became serious, despite its softness.<br><br><strong>“As a Domme, I am fulfilled by guiding a submissive through their desires and fantasies, so that they reach the ultimate bliss of their experience. In that vein, I will listen to your desires, and adjust the experience appropriately; testing and pushing you in different ways as we go. It will be up to you to make me aware of anything that goes too far, and I will trust in you to do so. Understand?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 20:53:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… feel my eyes widen as she traces an elegant finger over her labia ... revealing a glint ... rings? ... her labia are pierced with lovely little silver rings ... does she lace herself closed on occasion? ... lock herself away? ... shudder ... she lifts her finger to her mouth and sucks on it ... her lips are so succulent! ... inner giggle at the tiny pun …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… oh! ... she comments on pain and echoes that by grasping my nipple with her toe ... tugs on it! ... yes, how easily some talk about what they know not ... I have been fortunate to learn from the several who have dominated me ... and not all by my desires either ... my nipples remember one of those! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my hand rests on he foot on my shoulder as she seems to drift ... promise to speak up ... and to heed her too ... do I understand? ... my fingers resume their caress ... my nipples are the hardest I can recall ... and I'm wet down below …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Yes Mistress, your um, your pet um bitch understands. I will let you know if anything goes to far. And unless Mistress desires otherwise, I prefer not to have safe words or gestures. Those are for ones who do not trust. I trust!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… do I need to tell her more? ... to admit to anything? ... perhaps …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mistress? Will you beat me? Whip me? Will all my holes be filled and then some? No Mistress, please don't agree, just please know that those are so wonderful.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… eye the things on the table ... far off, my legs scream in pain from sitting on my heels in the heels …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 13:32:31</strong>
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				Her declarations to be beaten and whipped would have caused me to raise an eyebrow in surprise, if I hadn’t already read her love of pain from the heels she wore, the moment I’d clapped eyes on them. One does not wear such a pair, and willingly kneel on a wooden floor, if one didn’t have a predilection for such stimulus. <br><br>Not that I felt the need to acknowledge this, of course, it was enough that we both knew of the reasons behind the choice, and the fact her legs would be aching the longer I kept her in that position. Pain that I was purposely, yet subtly, varying by the alternation of pressure on her shoulder and breast with my feet, so that she was forced to shift those deliciously screaming muscles.<br><br><strong>“You seem to enjoy that word,”</strong> I observed after a few moments; letting go of her nipple to allow the blood to flow back into it as she massaged my foot; knowing the combination of the blouse she wore, the air conditioning and her very movements would all combine to give a very interesting stimulus on that hard, sensitive nipple now. <strong>“Though I’d imagine your staff, and friends, would be shocked to hear you being called ‘bitch’ as if it was your real name. Do you have a special kinship for the word, little bitch, or are there others that make you drip as obviously as you are doing onto my floor at the moment?”</strong><br><br>The lack of wish for a safeword spoke to me of someone who enjoys the risk as much as being kept in the dark to what the night would bring, so I determined to keep things as random and unexpected as possible to see if I was correct. It may be I have read her wrong, and will need to revaluate as the evening went on, but for now, keeping her off balance may be a good way of infiltrating her psyche deeper, to see what makes her tick.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 14:28:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the word ... what words stimulate my ... my sexual wants? ... Mistress allows my nipple to recover ... the apartment seems cooler than it did ... slight shiver …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mistress, I have been collared and leashed, most recently by du Monde. Collared by my first mistress, Miss Anne yet only emotionally leashed. Being called bitch means being lead where the leash holder chooses. I have seen leashes attached to other than to collars, and those thoughts stimulate me as well. The other part of bitch is that bitches are bred. Whether they wish it or no. Bitches go into heat and there are times when I let go enough to have that feeling of uncontrolled, wanton acceptance of tools of breeding.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… other words? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You have called me little one and pet. Those suitably define our accepted relationship. A little one obeys the adult and is punished when they do not. A pet provides companionship to its owner. The terms associated with breeding like cunt and pussy and whore and, um, and fuck hole and the like all bring out similar feelings as does the word bitch. I find myself overwhelmed by lust when I allow those words to affect me. From you, those and similar words are allowed to affect me.” #<em>Wonderful Shudder</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… eye the marker on the table ... will she label me? ... where and with what words? ... a violent cramp surges in one calf ... my wince is obvious ... my leg is trembling of its own and threatens to tip me sideways ... realize I've stopped caressing her foot and my hand is fluttering freely in the air …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mistress, if it please you, may I change position? My calf is no longer under my control.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 16:22:05</strong>
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				Words and action; when we are at our weakest or most aroused, they can rip away the mask of who we present ourselves to be, to expose our true nature. With one such as Jaclyn, who was so contradictorily a character between professional business woman and pain slut, it opened up so many possibilities that could be explored.<br><br><strong>“Bitches are owned and trained,”</strong> I observe softly, a crooked smile on my lips. <strong>“Cunt’s used, whores objectified, and pussies filled by those who wish to take them. A person who knows such truths about themselves can never deny, no matter what position they attain, all they will ever be is three holes and a pair of tits. Which is what you see when you look in the mirror, isn’t it?”</strong><br><br>The request to move is what I had been waiting for, as I’ve been patiently testing the limit of her body’s acceptance of pain, so I could gauge how best to effect future forays. Everything in life is a test, and this was no different. It also allowed me the ability to move onto the next portion of my plans naturally, whilst ensuring she knew in her mind it was her who voiced the need first.<br><br><strong>“You seem well versed in who you are, but its evident there is a deeper part of you that craves to go further, else your interactions with Du Monde would not have affected you so much. To that end, my sweet little cunt, I am going to place you in as many situations as I can, to see how you react, starting now.”</strong><br><br>Reaching forward, I placed my coffee on the table, and pressed the dimmer control unit, adjusting the light so that anyone looking up into the main windows from outside, would be able to see in.<br><br><strong>“As you would have observed on entry, though we are in the penthouse of this building, we are only a few flights up from the ground—enough for privacy when required whilst enabling an unrivalled view of the park below. That area is extremely popular with tourists and locals alike, especially at this time of day when people are relaxing after a long day of work.”</strong><br><br>Smiling down at Jaclyn, as her calf twitched, I indicated the large window overlooking the park with a nod of my head.<br><br><strong>“You may get up, and move over to that window, where you will take your time in stripping off all your clothes in full view of anyone watching, before posing, naked as the day you were born, facing out into the park.”</strong><br><br>Granted, despite my words, people may or may not look up at her, but one never knows, and that was part of what gave it an edge.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 19:24:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she hammers home the loaded words ... the next level of what each means ... my inside responds ... can my nipples get any harder? ... they're cramping like my calf! ... and it feels great …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sweet ... little ... cunt ... oooh ... and we begin the next act …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she changes the lighting ... tells why ... yes, I had noted that ... some nights in Vegas I would do that for the circling tourist helicopters as though oblivious to their presence …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and having explained, her direction is obvious ... her feet return to her and I am free to relieve the hideous spasm in my calf ... using the coffee table for balance, I awkwardly stand on my good leg&nbsp; ... and then carefully put weight on the cramping leg ... carefully consider her instruction ... posing, naked as the day you were born ... and to be at the window to do so …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… lean forward to stretch out my calf, aware of how that may look ridiculous but even walking will be a disaster if I don't ... when the cramp subsides to a dull ache, stand and walk carefully the ten paces to the window ... careful to take short steps and place one foot before the other as I was taught to walk in heels for the first time ... and to sway my hips too ... my heels click on the wood floor ... as I approach the window, I see what she was saying ... yes, only perhaps four floors up from the ground ... fortunately, her balcony may keep prying eyes from seeing me ... stop as close to the window as I can and still undress as she bade me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… reach behind my neck and unbutton the three round pearl buttons at the back of the ruffled collar ... then the top several flat buttons down the back ... then the round pearl buttons at each wrist ... reach behind my back and release the remaining flat buttons, pulling the bottom hem from my skirt to get the last one ... then pull the blouse off my arm ... slowly so my breasts may come into view slowly to anyone who is watching ... Mistress will note that I have no tan line where a top might have interfered ... the other arm is bare ... drop the blouse to my waist and tug it out of my skirt in front ... then hold it out to my side and let it float to the floor ... my nipples appreciate their freedom by swelling a little ... wonder what Mistress will do to these little lovelies? ... reuse the piercings? ... suction them? ... paint them with cinnamon lip plumper? ... all will be a surprise! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… behind me, find the button and zipper for the skirt ... hold it at one side as it drops ... then lean over and let it float to myu ankles ... step out of it first with my bad leg ... wince slightly as I put all my weight on that to step all the way out ... the skirt too floats to the floor on top of the blouse …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… shoes or garter next? ... awkward ... put one foot up on the little sill at the bottom of the window ... reach down to unclasp the garter from the stocking in front ... then reach around my leg to undo the back strap ... aware of how this exposes my smooth pussy to any looking in the window ... switch legs and undo the other straps ... then reach behind and unclasp the belt ... this drops atop the skirt …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… decide the shoes and stockings will go together, one at a time ... rest one hand on the frame between the window ... and sink as seductively as I can manage to one knee ... roll the stocking down my thigh ... over my knee, and puddle it at my ankle ... undo the two buckles at my ankle, then with one hand again on the window frame, lift that foot to remove the shoe and stocking together ... stocking joins the growing puddle of clothing ... the shoe is set next to it ... holding the frame again, switch the leg I'm kneel on ... and remove the other shoe and stocking ... those are placed neatly and now it is time to stand ... holding the fram lightly, I rise to stand before the window in all my naked glory …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… pose, Mistress said ... the scent rises from between my thighs ... hands come to the side of my neck and slide around to clasp behind my neck and under my hair ... elbows back to lift my breasts ... legs slightly apart ... one foot on the low ledge ... turn slightly to reveal myself to the imagined watchers ... switch legs so I'm now standing on my good leg ... and hold the pose ... Mistress may now judge me …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 15:11:53</strong>
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				How easily she accepts my direction to divest herself of her clothing, so soon after we have begun. Watching her rise awkwardly onto her feet, and limp over to the window without any sign of hesitation, I presume such humiliations have been experienced by her before.<br><br>Silently reaching for the burner phone as she turns her back on me, I begin to record a video of her movements from the neck down; holding the camera unwaveringly as she slowly performs her striptease to the unseen eyes below.<br><br>Nothing is left to the imagination, as I patiently document each moment of her striptease that speaks best of her performance—zooming in where appropriate to capture the story in image form:<br><br>* The steady hands that eagerly unbuttonher blouse, exposing hard, excited nipples just begging to be touched.<br><br>* The tanned, naked skin with goosebumps rising forth as it is exposed to the frigid air-conditioning, that mixes with the heat of the low hanging sun through the glazed window.<br><br>* The skirt falling down hosed legs, to land crumpled onto the floor, around the most sluttish of fetish heels.<br><br>* The increased breathing coming from parted lips, as each material is removed.<br><br>* And the glistening wetness of her shaved folds, which spoke eloquently of her present state, as small droplets began to form and flow down the thighs.<br><br>Smiling in satisfaction, I held the camera up just long enough for her to glance my way as she posed, so she realised what I had been doing, before ending the recording there.<br><br>Leaving Jaclyn to maintain her pose, I reached over to the table to pluck the plug from the table and work it into my wet, tight pussy, before snatching the piece of paper that had been under the phone, and approach her; finally breaking the silence.<br><br><strong>“Without consequence, there is no risk,”</strong> I whisper, moving close enough so that I can trace my nail along her exposed behind, and up her spine. <strong>“And punishments when a task is not completed can be difficult, when one knows it may be seen as too much of a reward for the submissive, and prompt them to further failures.”</strong><br><br>Moving in front of her, my fingers continue to trace the sensitive skin as my eyes drink in her form, making note of every contour and curve, before finally rising up to meet her gaze.<br><br><strong>“I asked that you edge yourself without release, and then come here wearing those panties. You failed to do so.”</strong> There was no anger or disappointment in my tone as I declared this, but rather a simple stating of the facts that could not be denied by either party. <strong>“And so, before we continue, those two failures must be addressed.”</strong><br><br>Reaching out, I placed the paper and phone in her hand meaningfully, before dropping my arms so that mine rested on the curve of her hips.<br><br><strong>“The piece of paper contains a list of several numbers,”</strong> I informed her gently. <strong>“The only information I will give you about them is that you will most likely come into contact with each of them during tonight’s session. You are going to select two of them to send the video I just recorded, along with an appropriate message of your choosing. Once it is begun, we will then carry on.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 16:35:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… continuing my pose and with my hands still behind my neck, turn slowly so Mistress can see me from the front ... she's holding up a phone! ... like she's taking video! ... blush all the way down to the butterfly tattoo on the underside of my left breast ... continue to pose for her and her camera ... pause with my feet apart …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she sets downh the camera and takes an object from the table ... inserts it into her pussy ... lucky lady! ... then stands and approaches me, the phone and a piece of paper in one hand …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she touches my ass and runs her fingers up my spine ... shiver ... her words tell me what this is about ... punishment for my failings ... expected ... she recites my two crimes ... shudder at remembering the overwhelming orgasm …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and she delivers the punishment ... when she holds out the phone and paper, drop my arms and accept them ... her hand is on my hip ... she is so close! ... I am to send the video to unknown people ... and message them too ... two of the five numbers ... interesting! ... hold the paper behind the phone and open the messaging app ... pick two numbers from the middle of the list ... compose …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>### My name is Jaclyn</strong></span></span><br>  <span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>### Mistress says we may meet tonight</strong></span></span><br>  <span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>### This is me in the video</strong></span></span><br>  <span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>### I'm eager to meet you</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… attach the video ... show Mistress ... take a breath ... and press send ... the message spools out ... done …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mistress, may I also send this video to my phone? My phone is in my purse and I won't look at this until after you have dismissed me.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 15:19:09</strong>
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				<strong>“You are an eager little bitch, aren’t you?”</strong> I murmur in amusement as Jaclyn sends the video to the numbers without batting an eyelid. <strong>“Most would have asked more questions, or begged for a different punishment, but you?”</strong> I paused, caressing her hips and holding her gaze. <strong>“You feel a thrill from it. For all you know you could have just sent that video to your two biggest business rivals, but I suspect that thought would just build your need further. You are an addict, pet.”<br></strong><br>Taking the phone and paper from her hand, I give a sharp slap across her left butt cheek, before squeezing it lightly.<br><br><strong>“You have no need to forward the video to your phone, as you will receive this one at the end of the night…If you have pleased me enough, that is.”</strong><br><br>Placing the phone on the windowsill, I take a step back and examine the girl in front of me, noting that there was certainly a lot to work with here. Taking my time, I began to slowly circle her; running my hands over her body and lightly patting her muscles as one would examine a horse for breeding purposes.<br><br>Coming up behind her, I pressed my body against her back, even as I reached forward to cup her breasts; fingers lightly pinching and pulling the nipples. Seemingly satisfied, I let them go, to slide my hands along her torso and navel, until they rested either side of her pussys folds. Clicking my tongue in thought; I paused for a moment, before sliding around to grope the taut backside and thence, finally, down the back of the legs to the ankles.<br><br><strong>“You’ll do,”</strong> I stated eventually, rising back up and moving back around so we were face to face. <strong>“I can certainly see why Du Monde picked you as her newest piece of meat. The question is, how easy do you find it to follow simple instructions when there are outside factors influencing you?”</strong><br><br>Giving her a crooked smile, I pushed my hair back and tapped the tip of the glass butt plug that was currently pushed into my sex.<br><br><strong>“You are going to be wearing this tonight,”</strong> I informed Jaclyn matter-of-factly. <strong>“Though I may allow it out, if someone wants to make use of the hole,”</strong> I added lightly. <strong>“So, I would like you to take the plug out from inside me, suck my juices off it, and then use whatever lubrication you have ‘to hand’ to work it into your rosebud, until it is seated correctly.”</strong><br><br>That in itself would add a little pain to the proceedings, unless she was as inventive as I believed her to be, but I wasn’t done yet.<br><br><strong>“Whilst you are doing that, I will be doing this,” </strong>moving suddenly, I peel her folds back and start gently tracing a nail over her sensitive clit, whilst pinching her nipple with the other hand. <strong>“If you release, before you are plugged, then another lucky person gets your first video. Now, begin.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 20:06:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… cringe and shiver under her verbal assessment ... yes, eager ... and needing training ... being trained is so much fun! ... she rambles about the perfunctory nature of my sending the video ... toys with my trust ... I trust her ... that is all need be said ... she takes the phone and paper ... raise my hands again so they're behind my neck ... posing! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… a slap to my butt ... and fondle the slight burn ... suppress verbal appreciation ... feels nice ... so I may receive the video later ... is good ... she sets the phone somewhere and circles me ... feel her breasts and then her hips and stomach as she presses against me from behind ... feel her breath on my hair ... her hands come around me and cup my breasts ... my nipples remain rock hard as she pinches and tugs them ... keep my mouth shut! ... does she notice that there are holes in my nipples? ... she is much taller than I, what with her feet and her height ... her breath in my hair! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her hands leave my nipples and slide down my stomach ... I need to lose a bit of gut! ... but not weight! ... doctor says its bad if I lose weight ... crunches in my future and …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mmmm.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her hands avoid my pussy! ... eager to touch it yet no that's not to be until Mistress allows ... her hands slide around my hips to my butt and down the backs of my thighs ... all the way to my ankles ... she must be kneeling ... her breath went down my spine to my ass ... she comes around to face me ... stand still with my feet slightly apart and turned out ... she steps back ... her hand gestures and my eyes follow ... to what she placed in her pussy ... and is to become mine to wear ... and not in my pussy but in my ass ... feel the pucker at the thought ... instinct must be overridden ... ... and she goes further ... she will be teasing me while I impale myself ... and no release ... again, no release …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Yesss, Mistress!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… words I hadn't intended to voice ... my hands drop from behind my neck ... reach between her thighs with one while the other flutters aimlessly ... find the base of the plug ... wrap thumb and forefinger around it and pull down ...slowly ... my hand is wet with her juices ... and the plug slides out easily and oh my what she is doing to my clit! ... lift the plug to my mouth ... she said to suck her juices from it ... it's huge! put the tip between my lips and open my jaw and push the huge thing into my mouth ... can barely get my mouth open wide enough for it's widest part ... press further ... my teeth graze the breadth of the plug ... my throat threatens to gag ... breathe through my mouth! ... a lesson from long ago when sucking cock .. and that is good because paying attention to my breathing means I can sort of ignore what the hell is she doing to my pussy! ... the plug opens up my throat and is finally all the way in my mouth ... the base flange against my lips ... hold like that for a moment and breathe ... and then pull it out of my mouth ... her taste remains inside my mouth as I remove it all the way ... use lubrication I have 'to hand' she said ... to hand ... strange turn of a phrase ... know that saliva is insufficient to avoid pain ... therefore ... my hand sinks to my pussy ... she pinches my nipple sharply ... my hand reaches inside my pussy and comes out all sticky ... her fingernail is impaling my clit! ... lift my hand to the teardrop shaped glass plug and apply what moisture I can to it ... and now for the test majeur …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… one hand carries the plug around behind me while the other reaches back to spread my pull one cheek aside ... use one finger to find the hole and press inside carefully ... no need to be tense! ... this has been done before and will be again ... talk to my clenching asspussy ... oh damn she's doing a job on my cunt! ... involuntary shudder ... slippery plug threatens to drop from my hands ... the tip finds my opening ... press in and relax Jaclyn! ... relax and let it in ... can do this! ... can …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">“Yessss!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… now both hands press on the base&nbsp; ... separate my feet a bit farther ... do not dare to pull away from Mistress! ... push! ... relax and push steadily ... ignore the pain and relax and stretch ... yes! ... oh my god yes! ... little bit more ... little bit ... oh yessss! ... it all of a sudden is past the point of no return and it slides inside my and my ass slams shut around the base ... and I didn't …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">“No Jaclyn!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… do not disobey! ... do not ... straighten ... lick off my fingers ... bring my feet back together ... put my hands behind my neck ... and think about how full my ass feels ... wonderfully full ... and unless Mistress changes her attack, I won't cum because my ass feel sso nice …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>10-08-2018, 12:06:04</strong>
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				“Yesss, Mistress!”<br><br>It wasn’t the words itself that made me smile, but rather the way they had been said. Anyone can say the honorific, after all, and up to this point Jaclyn’s use of it had felt perfunctuary—spoken, because it was the ‘done thing’, rather than out of some genuine feeling—that one though felt like it was meant.<br><br>We were making progress.<br><br>Maintaining eye contact throughout her task, my fingertips danced lightly on her well-edged clit randomly, so that she couldn’t get used to what she was experiencing. Circling turned to flicking, changed to pinching, and flowed into the nail digging into that nub of sensitive nerves at arbitrary intervals; preventing her getting into a rhythm. That her nipple was getting the same treatment would only add to the torture of pleasure rushing through her body, and it would take a great deal of concentration to resist.<br><br>So much so that she wouldn’t register my whispered litany, as I repeated it under my breath.<br><br><strong>“Suck, fuck, fill; to stuff my holes is such a thrill.”</strong><br><br>It wasn’t by any stretch of the imagination what the naïve would call hypnosis, but rather utilising her temporarily open psyche to inject a thought into her subconscious mind. Allowing her thoughts to soak those words in, as she underwent the very acts it spoke of increased the power of them, making the need to have her holes filled a virtual must; albeit temporary.<br><br>Letting out a soft sigh of pleasure as she pulled the plug out of my pussy; causing the built-up juices to drip freely down my thighs, I purposely slipped a finger up to the first knuckle into her pussy as she popped the toy into her mouth—enough to stimulate, without the satisfaction of being truly entered. Smiling, as I felt her inner walls clamp automatically onto my fingertip, the smell of our combined excitements filled the room; adding to the sensory delights.<br><br>Watching her suck my juices off the plug, I hoped that she enjoyed the taste, given it would not leave her mouth this evening thanks to the fact the special lollipops on the table had my juices as their main active ingredient—useful to increase oral fixations, and connecting pleasure with the taste of me—and a technique that offered a closer connection between mistress and submissive.<br><br>If I had doubts that she was an expert cock-sucker, the way she was devouring the plug dissipated them, and her next movement also spoke of someone who had been plugged a few times as well. Rather than make the mistake of thinking that the saliva would be satisfied for the next task, she proved her experience by popping the toy out of her mouth and coating it in her own juices, before moving the plug towards her rosebud.<br><br>She was close now, and I knew how much of an effort it would be to prevent herself from exploding as she felt the pressure of the plug sliding inside her. The effort, and pain, was intense on her face as it was slowly worked in, and I held my breath in anticipation as I sensed her reach the point of no return; adding to the sensations by pinching her nipple and clit at the same time.<br><br>And then, feeling her relax slightly as it seated inside her, I stopped my teasing and stepped back, leaving her unsated.<br><br><strong>“Good girl,”</strong> I nodded in approval, licking her juices from my fingers indulgently as she posed and watched. <strong>“I’m proud of you.”<br></strong><br>Reaching down to my dripping pussy with my free hand, I ran my index finger over the wetness, before raising the sodden digit to Jaclyn’s face and tracing her lips with my juices; coating them.<br><br><strong>“You are going to need that level of control tonight, if you are going to get through it, but you have earnt yourself a small treat. I will allow you to ask anything of me—just one thing mind—for succeeding in this task, and getting yourself so nicely plugged. What would it be?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>10-08-2018, 20:16:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her mantra! ... <strong>‘Suck, fuck, fill; to stuff my holes is such a thrill.’</strong> ... feel the plug fill me ... her hands stimulate my tits and other hole ... manage barely to avoid going over the edge! ... when she does allow, wil be so much better! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… when she cease her stimulations, I can finally relax and appreciate how full I feel back there ... realize I've had larger ... and a horse tail once so very very long ago! amazing time in the Lacy Stables! ... until <strong>she</strong> came along ... glad to stay away from <strong>her</strong> …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mistress calls me a good girl ... she could have said good bitch or good pet or ... but good girl feels so right ... she is proud ... later, I hope to continue to make her proud ... whatever she sets me to with others, make Mistress proud ... is good! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she ratifies my thoughts ... will need this self control for later ... suppress imagining this 'later' ... she offers me one question ... oh my! ... what do I wish to know? ... very little .. almost nothing ... oh! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mi-mistress? If it please you? Is the plug in my, um, in my asspussy so small because a bigger one wouldn't fit in my mouth or maybe in your, in your special place? Or maybe you wish my asspussy not to be too stretched for later? Because, um, my asspussy can take more. Both bigger and, um, much much deeper!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… shudder ... that time with …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 12:17:15</strong>
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				Jaclyn’s response elicits a small laugh from my lips, as rather than ask for a larger plug as she seemingly wants, she instead asks for clarification on why the one I gave her isn’t bigger.<br><br>It was rather cute.<br><br><strong>“You are an anxious little slut, aren’t you sweetie?” </strong>I noted in amusement. <strong>“Believe me, I am under no illusions as to your ‘expertise’ in the nastiest of areas, but there is a very simple answer to your question; it is because I wish it so.” </strong><br><br>That’s a rather glib answer that a lot of tops use, however, and I found explaining invited anticipation, which was stimulating on its own.<br><br><strong>“If one starts off extreme, with the largest toy possible, then you are left with no-where to go when you wish to increase the stimulation. That is rather a waste, I find; especially when I want to make sure you are not just focused on one thing.”</strong><br><br>Walking back to the table, I flipped open the jewellery box and took out four silver objects, before snatching the long chain off the table and swaying back to Jaclyn; my pale skin seeming iridescent in the light.<br><br><strong>“I note that your nipples are pierced, pet. As you can see from my own, that I am well aware of the pleasure and creativity that can be wrought with such delightful modifications, but I tend to like to add my own twist to them.”</strong><br><br>Holding up the chain, I allowed her to examine its unusual design as it fell through my fingers. Delicate in its thinness, but tough, the chain was unusually long, and the ends appeared to be tiny adjustable hoops, rather than piercings; designed to wrap around the nipple tight at the base, rather than slide through holes.<br><br><strong>“Your nipples are charmingly hard right now,”</strong> I observed lightly, gently wrapping the first loop around her left nipple, before beginning to tighten it so it held firmly. <strong>“And sensitive, no doubt, but I want them to remain so for the rest of the evening, which is the reason for my little chain.”</strong><br><br>Leaning close to the now bound nipple, I flicked my pierced tongue over it, before blowing softly over the wet skin.<br><br><strong>“The loops, when tightened, are designed to prevent the blood from escaping from the nipple,”</strong> I explained, repeating the process with the right nipple; tighten, lip, blow. <strong>“Keeping them sensitive and obviously hard; much like a cock ring does for a man.”</strong><br><br>Letting the chain drop from my hand, so that it dangles half way down her thighs, and the weight pulled on her sensitive flesh, I took a silver hoop piercing from my left hand and began to unscrew it.<br><br><strong>“Naturally, thanks to your pierced flesh, we can add these to not only make sure the chain stays in place, but so there is the potential for…counter weights at a future date.”</strong><br><br>I didn’t explain more at this point, just let her imagination run wild at what that might entail as I fixed both piercings in place, before pulling lightly on the dangling chain to ensure it was firmly in place.<br><br><strong>“But, that is just the start,”</strong> I explained pleasantly, holding up two curious metal loops, like one would find keys attached to, in order to keep them in a bunch. <strong>“Care to hazard a guess where these go?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 15:27:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her answer makes sense ... build tension ... the blow off is so much better that way ... and it's clear she intends to build and build …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she proceeds to place little loops around my hard nipples ... the chain connecting them is down to my knees! ... will show if I'm wearing all but a very long skirt ... she stimulates my nipples with a wet kiss and cool breeze and they harden some more ... realize she hasn't tightened the loops as much as she could ... more for later ... she adds silver hoops to the holes in my nipples ... and hints that she may add weight to those later ... every move I make, the chain sways and tugs on my nipples ... then she tugs on the chain&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">“Unnnng!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… unbidden ... the pain forces sounds from deep inside ... surrender to the pain ... let it wash over me ... it will lead I'm sure to one if not many wonderful releases later …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she shows me two more rings ... invites a guess where they go …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“In my nip-nipple rings Mistress?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… where else? ... or around the chain? ... my nipples seem to be swelling and turning purple ... and hurting more ... Dr. Jenny used pieces of my foreskin to make them ... the nerves are so very sensitive! …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 12:29:25</strong>
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				Her answer was a satisfying one, because it showed me how unprepared she would be for the next few moments. Of course, the sexual stimulation of being edged, plugged and now nipple-clamped could have something to do with her lack of insight, but that was just going to make things even more interesting.<br><br>Chuckling without comment at her suggestion, I patted her on the top of her head and moved lazily back around her; the nails off one hand sliding gently around the exposed skin of her torso. Reaching the middle of her lower back, I applied pressure; guiding her forward a few steps so that her searing hot nipples would be pressed against the window, made ice-cold by the air-conditioning above.<br><br><strong>“I can give you a clue where the first will go, pet,” </strong>I whispered in her ear, before sliding down her body into a squat, so my face was directly facing the end of the plug in her asspussy.<br><br>Reaching between her spread legs, I hooked the extreme end of the bowed chain with my finger, and pulled it towards me. Casually planting light kisses around her arse-cheeks in distraction, I worked quickly to feed one of the rings I held into a link in the chain, until it was firmly connected, and then pulled lightly to test how secure it was.<br><br><strong>“You might need to take a breath now, little one; things are about to get interesting.”</strong><br><br>Pulling the chain slightly taut, I raised the ring up against the base of the plug, and began the task of working the metal over the glass. The task was arduous, due to the the circumference of the ring being slightly smaller than the base, but the spring-like quality of the coiled metal allowed it to widen reluctantly over the glass, before snapping back into its original state.<br><br>It took several attempts, with the plug rocking back and forth into the girl’s ass as I pulled and pushed it to get enough purchase in my work, but finally it was done.<br><br>The chain was now connected to the plug in such a way that, if it was pulled out, the weight would yank on the nipples harshly. However, I had not pulled it tight enough that any movement she made would pull both the plug and the nipples, and the chain now rested perhaps an inch below her engorged pussy lips—so near, yet so far.<br><br><strong>“There now,” </strong>I chuckled lightly, patting her backside and squeezing it, as I rose. <strong>“That’s one ring in place. I hope you enjoyed that.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 17:25:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold my pose as she pats my head and walks around to behind me ... her fingers trail across my stomach and side ... slight shivers ... her hiss in my ear! ... one hint! ... feel her breath as she kneels behind me ... instinctively, I move my feet farther apart ... whatever she is going to do may involve my butt or ass …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her hand brushes my inner thigh as she reaches between my legs ... for my pussy? ... no, for the chain! ... she pulls it between my legs and the two strands settle between my thigh and pussy lips on both sides …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she warns me to take a breath ... sensing pain is imminent, take a deep breath and hold ... oh my god that hurts! ... my nipples and tits with them are pulled down as she seems to be connecting the chain to the plug! ... and the plug twisting and moving feels so good and my tits hurt so bad and ... exhale sharply and inhale again focus on feeling what the plug is doing inside me ... my pyussy lips are forced tightly together by the chain on both sides ... and oh god that hurts! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and then it's over ... maybe ... realize I leaned over slightly to relieve the pain on my tits ... carefully straighten as Mistress pats my butt and then squeezes it ... feel my ass contract slightly ... the chain is just the right length! ... I can stand tall with shoulders back and the tug on my tits is just starting ... the pinch on my pussy lips is stimulating! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“One ring. Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress. Um, that was, this is, um this is most interesting, thank you Mistress!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… one ring! ... where does the other go? ... my brain doesn't go there …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>13-08-2018, 10:32:19</strong>
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				“One ring. Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Um, that was, this is, um this is most interesting, thank you Mistress!”<br><br>Again, her comment causes me to chuckle in amusement, as she tries to frame her response almost professionally, despite the situation she was in—most interesting indeed. If anyone was listening in just then, they would have thought I had been showing her a PowerPoint presentation, rather than attaching her nipple chain to her butt plug!<br><br>Of course, that was if they couldn’t see the quiver of excitement in her muscles, smell the arousal from her pussy, hear the slight panting of anticipation, or feel the warmth of body heat coming from her.<br><br>And the evening had just begun.<br><br><strong>“Well, if you found that ‘interesting’ my dear, then you will be positively enthralled by the next five minutes!”</strong> I informed her wryly, placing the remaining ring on the windowsill for safe keeping.<br><br>Reaching out, I hooked my finger around the chain now dangling below her breasts, and tugged slightly in order to guide her slightly away from the window so that we were face to face. Taking a moment of indulgence to run my eyes over her body once more, as I let the anticipation grow, I couldn’t help thinking what a pretty specimen she was—especially with that butterfly tattoo setting off her skin as it does.<br><br>Yes, I had been lucky here.<br><br><strong>“Pet,”</strong> I whispered softly, my hand sliding down my naked body to rest on my own dripping, sensitive folds. <strong>“Pussy…Bitch—it’s amazing how such animalistic terms can have such an impact on us, isn’t it? To the right person, being called that causes them to melt into a submissive puddle of humiliation, that they struggle to come out of.”</strong><br><br>My eyes flicker meaningfully to the spot Jaclyn had just been standing in, where a slight ‘puddle’ had formed during her test with the plug.<br><br><strong>“But in terms of D/s, the animal kingdom has one lesson to teach that many overlook, but can be one of the most effective of all.”</strong><br><br>Using my left hand to spread my folds wide, I bent forward slightly to push two fingers from my right hand slowly into myself, even as I maintained eye contact with Jaclyn. Grunting a little with pleasure, I finally snagged what I was looking for, and gently eased out a pair of scarlet panties that was completely saturated in my juices.<br><br>Giving a little shiver of delight as they came away, I took a calming breath, before straightening up, and holding them in front of my girl’s face.<br><br><strong>“Animals do not have the ability to collar their submissives in order to announce what they own,” </strong>I explained, reaching forward to run the wet material along Jaclyn’s cheek; the musk of my juices strong. <strong>“Instead, they mark them with their scent.”<br></strong><br>Working slowly, I moved downwards with the panties; brushing them along her neck, collarbone, and arms, before returning back to paint her breasts and tortured nipples lightly with my juices.<br><br><strong>“With their scent, the dominant creature is announcing to any that walk past that this thing is theirs so completely, that they are an extension of themselves.”</strong> Looking up at her, I glide the wet panties down her torso, leaving a wet streak. <strong>“It is also a constant reminder to the submissive that they have given themselves over to another, and it’s their pleasure they obey.”</strong><br><br>Rising back up so that I can draw the wetness down her spine, and along her ass cheeks, I take the opportunity to lean in and whisper seductively in her ear. <strong>“In order words, the dominant is announcing to all—This Is MINE.”</strong><br><br>Grabbing the ring from the sill as I squat down, I continue my patient efforts; sliding the panties down both of her inner thighs, all the way down to her feet; replacing her juices with my own.<br><br><strong>“Though humans are supposed to be more cerebral, deep within our psyche, we have not lost this understanding to recognise when someone is wearing another’s scent—or recognise when someone is owned—as I’m sure you will notice tonight.”</strong><br><br>She was covered now; glistening with the same pleasure that even now dripped over my piercings and onto my thighs, but there was one last twist to complete.<br><br><strong>“Now, be a good girl, and try not to tense, pet.”</strong><br><br>Balling the panties up, I peeled back her labia with my left hand, and began to work the panties inside her pussy. Like the plug, it would give her the sensation of being filled, without the satisfaction of complete fullness—adding to the need for more, rather than partially sating it. Working the material in deep with my fingers, I ensured to keep a tiny portion of the thongs thin gusset poking outwards between her folds so that I could work the second ring around it carefully.<br><br>Satisfied that metal and lace were fixed together, I then lifted the chain and worked the ring onto it too; tautening it as it latched on; tugging the chain down from the nipples and up from the plug. Now, not only would she feel the tug of the chain with every stride she took, but she would have to be careful on how she judged her gait, in case the chain began to work the panties out of her, and she was left sometime this evening with them dangling openly between her thighs for all to see.<br><br>Rising up to my feet, I examined my handiwork with a smile, before moving back towards the couch.<br><br><strong>“Come and have a look at my handiwork, pet; I’m interested to know your thoughts.”<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>13-08-2018, 20:15:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… next 5 minutes? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Eeep!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she leads me forward by the chain ... tugging my nipples and bending the plug in my ass ... face to face when she releases me ... was leaning forward ... now stand back talland press my elbows back again ... but not quite as much as before because my tits hurt when I do ... she calls me a pussy bitch ... oh oh oh&nbsp; ... get a little wetter ... can feel my juice on my thighs and getting the chain wet there too ... …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she is doing something to herself with her hand ... down there ... she explains how animals mark those they control ... and next thing I know she has a pair of soggy bright red panties in her hand ... the smell of her pussy obvious as she brings them to my face ... my eyes close as she rubs the moisture from the panties onto my cheek ... down my neck tip my head back for her ... along my collarbone ... along one arm to where it disappears under my hair behind my neck ... switch to the other arm ... and collarbone ... and to my tits ...&nbsp; my nipples and butterfly are saturated with her juices ... shiver and the chain tugs …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… between my titsd and down my stomach ... feel the wetness behind as the air conditioning blows slightly ... down my inner thighs to my knee and ankle ... up the other leg ... she stops then ... let out a shuddering breath ... then she is stuffing the panties into my own sodden pussy ... the chains tighten and tug ... and then she is doing something else ... working the chains ... try not to bend over to take pressure off my tits ... her fingers in me feel wonderful …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Unnng!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… more tugging ... and she invites me to look at her handiwork ... open my eyes ... she is on the couch ... turn toward the mirror ... the second ring is partly in my pussy and around the chain ... and the part inside is hooked to her red panties ... the chai if it moves wrong will pully her panties from my pussy and they will dangle there ... if I'm wearing a mini, they'll be hanging out for all to see ... and most likely dripping with Mistress and my pussy juices ... the thoughts are delicious and wicked and so humiliating ... to be walking around with panties hanging from my crotch for all to see ... my pussy clenches with need for relief ... not to be had ... my thoughts? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Mistress, this is, is so. So nice! Your pet pussy bitch is happy to be, um, to be decorated like this! Your pussy bitch will do her utmost to make you proud and happy!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the thoughts are clouding my brain ... the scent of Moistress all over me and the tug of the chains and the plug and ... and there are still things on the table! …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>14-08-2018, 11:42:19</strong>
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				Licking our combined juices off my fingers, feeling a delicious quiver of pleasure from the action, I watched Jaclyn’s reaction as she looked in the mirror, closely. The level her arousal was easy to judge from the strong musk of her excitement filling the room, and the flushed expression on her face.<br><br>This was what I lived for—I fed off the pleasure of others, and how they responded only pushed me to greater heights of invention, along the paths they had chosen, to reveal more about themselves so that I can devour it all.<br><br>Jaclyn had shown pain and humiliation were two of the buttons to push, and I would play them both to my amusement, but I was eager to find more, so that I could build her to heights she hadn’t experienced…to help reduce the influence of Du Monde, of course.<br><br>Seeing her eyes flicker to the table, as she declared herself proud to be decorated, I smiled, knowing her thoughts were already turning to what could possibly be done to her next.<br><br>Time to ‘fill her in’.<br><br><strong>“We’ve been playing around with names so far, haven’t we my dear? Pet, Bitch, Pussy Bitch, Cunt; there are so many interesting variations that I suspect makes a humiliation whore such as yourself wetter than October. Now it’s time for a choice to be made.”</strong><br><br>Extending my finger, I pointed at the sharpie resting on the coffee table meaningfully.<br><br><strong>“I want you to think long and hard of the name, or description that speaks most eloquently of the slut that you are—the one that, when you hear yourself called it causes you to shudder the most in pleasure and humiliation. Then, using the mirror and the marker, I want you to write it along your pubic bone so that, if you raised the hem of your skirt, it would be clearly visible to an observer.”</strong><br><br>Why take shots in the dark, when a person knows, deep inside, what it is that sets them aflame deeper than any other? D/s was a learning experience from both sides, after all—a number of experiments and discussions, designed to lead to the revealing of secret desires that made the submissive give themselves to their dominant.<br><br>The name would be one of those steps.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>14-08-2018, 19:45:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… what can she do to me that is worse and more wonderful than what she has already done? ... she soon tells me ... 'the words' ... 'what I answer to' ... 'labeled for any who are privileged to see' ... a deep, yearning shudder ripples the chain and tugs my nipples and twists my plug and I clench my pussy before it can tug my inside panties loose from where Mistress wants them to be …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… walk slowly and very carefully to the table ... this walking will take practice! ... clench and walk and ignore the pain ... the idea of my Mistress' panties dangling from my fuck hole is too much to bear …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… at the table, pick up the indelible marker and remove the cap ... wide tip! ... will take weeks to scrub away! ... turn and carefully walk toward the mirror …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… really? ... oh my god! ...Jaclyn! ... would I really? ... can I avoid this oh damnit noooo …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mistress can see in the mirror ... F ... oh damn, is that backwards? uck ... damnit K is backward! 3 ... good ... H ... ole ... s ... finish? oh damn ... !…</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… look at the finished work ... then turn to show Mistress …</em></span></span><br><div align="center">(https://s6.postimg.cc/6m74wbhxd/F3_H.png)</div>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">"Mistress? My nuh-name is Three Holes. Please fuck my 3 holes! Nuh-no waiting!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… turn my face away ... ... hide my face with my hair as I look down and away ... so ashamed! ... Mistress cannot be pleased with this! …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 17:26:20</strong>
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				She’d gone too far to back away now—both of us knew she had, and it was only a matter of time before she would do anything asked of her, because that was what she wanted. Whatever she expected when she came to my apartment tonight, I doubt she thought she would be put in such a compromising position this early in the night—or that she would be willingly doing it, just to feed that intense buzz that was flowing through her body.<br><br>The shaking of her body was in full evidence as I watched her walk over to take the marker, before moving to the mirror to begin the arduous task of writing on her body. What she actually ended up writing didn’t matter as much to me, as it did to her—it could have just been her name, for all I care. The point wasn’t what she wrote, but rather that she was giving away the key to herself by writing it, and broadcasting it for all to see.<br><br>She was writing who she was.<br><br>Watching her turn slowly towards me, I didn’t look down at her crude penmanship as she announced what she had written, instead I met her full in the eyes, so I could read the shame and lust there.<br><br><strong>“Three Holes, of course,” </strong>I smiled knowingly, drawing out each of the words for maximum effect. <strong>“Just three holes and a pair of tits, what else could you be deep down? No wonder you were so willing to be fucked in the toilets like a whore at a glory hole. Now, hold that position for a moment, would you?”</strong><br><br>Raising the camera phone again, I took several pictures of her in her current state of naked bondage; clearly soaked in excitement, and wearing the least complimentary temporary tattoo in history. Satisfied, I picked up the paper with the telephone numbers and selected another three numbers whilst explaining what I was doing.<br><br><strong>“As you know, you were kind enough to send a video of yourself, with a rather interesting invitation, to three numbers on this list that I told you that you may be meeting tonight,”</strong> I told her with an amused smile. <strong>“I’m now sending these beautiful pictures, complete with your new ‘tattoo’ to three other people on the list, so that we can set up one of your tasks tonight.”</strong><br><br>Pressing send, I rose from my chair and swayed softly over to her, so that I could feel her body heat as I whispered the rest.<br><br><strong>“You see, those three people have very clear instructions when we meet, depending on if certain conditions are met. These conditions are intrinsic on whether you are successful in your tasks when you face them—success and their actions will provide pleasure, failure and their actions will…be rather embarrassing.”</strong><br><br>Letting that sink in a moment, I traced a nail along her body, knowing I was about to present her with a rather difficult, but ultimately pleasurable errand.<br><br><strong>“In the course of tonight, you are expected to keep your eyes and ears out in order to identify which of the people you meet are the three that have just received your picture. Once you are sure you have identified them, you will signify this by getting to your feet, and raising your skirt all the way up so that they can see the writing. Get it wrong, and not only will it be rather embarrassing all around, but you would be required to offer them to do one thing they wanted in recompense for…well…flashing them in public. Fun game, yes?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 21:23:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she raises the camera again and I can't help but blush ... but I look straight at the camera and lick my lips ... whoever will see these pictures will be doing things with or to me soon if Mistress' pattern holds ... she has the paper in her hand again ... now a total of 5 people! ... and she elaborates what I'm to do later ... later ... furtive glance outside ... not dark yet ... night is very young and my lust is still growing …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… get it wrong and my circle of involvement widens! ... what's not to gain in being wrong? . …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Yes Mistress. Lift my skirt when I believe I've been recognized. And apologize when I get it wrong. Mistress? Do you have any limits for the apologies? Must I seek your permission to apologize and tell what I intend?"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… because that would be even more delicious and embarrassing …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… somewhere deep in my mind, a voice ... barely a whisper over the noise of my passion and desire and craving …</em></span></span> <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">"Are you sure this is therapy? Let's be more careful, Jaclyn!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… startled! ... that's the voice that Peter showed me when he proofed me against hypnosis ... call her my honest one ... she comes out when we are deeply troubled …</em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>16-08-2018, 11:09:42</strong>
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				There it was—finally—the brief look of hesitancy that crossed her face at my upping the ante, which temporarily pushed back the lust that was overwhelming her as alarm bells began to ring. I’d wondered how much further I needed to push it before they would come.<br><br>Jaclyn’s assertions about how caught she was in Du Monde’s trap had spoken of a personality that got so caught up in the emotions of her submissive side, that it defied all reason, and caused her to go along with it in abandon, and only regret it after the fact. Her glib comments to me about not needing any safe words, and the way she threw herself into her orders only underlined that prognosis.<br><br>In order to be able to fully assess how deeply her needs went, and how vulnerable she was to being so easily coerced and captured, as Du Monde had done, I needed to find that sweet spot where caution began to override base need.<br><br>And that brief hesitancy told me I had found it.<br><br><strong>“I expect you to ask me permission both before you lift your skirt and apologise, pet,” </strong>I qualified without missing a beat. <strong>“After all, it isn’t my intent to cause you to flash the entire population of the city, causing them and you untold damage in the process. The purpose of this is to see exactly how far you are willing to go, without doing unto harm to your reputation—or get arrested for that matter—You need to understand exactly how vulnerable you are to a dominant force, before we can temper it.”</strong><br><br>Getting up from my seat, I approached her; leaning down to pluck a cinnamon lip-plumper from the makeup bag. Uncapping it, I leant forward and began tracing the cool substance to the girl’s lips, even as I continued my warning.<br><br><div align="center">(https://attemptingvogueblog.files.wordpress.com/2016/05/close-up-of-woman-applying-red-lipstick.jpg)</div><br><strong>“I’ve only had you in my apartment for less than half an hour, and already I have you naked, plugged, clamped, covered in my own juices, writing derogatory terms on your body AND sending the evidence to people you don’t even know,”</strong> I whispered softly; my eyes locked onto hers, exuding the seriousness of what I was saying. <strong>“Just think what state you could be in if I was REALLY trying.”</strong><br><br>Finishing off with the bow of her lips, I moved the plumper down; starting to trace it in delicate circles over her pierced, engorged left; knowing in her current state they would be almost too much to bare.<br><br><strong>“You may have protection against hypnosis, as you mentioned earlier, but the one thing you have very little defence to is your own nature. That means you are vulnerable to any person of dominance who knows what they are doing, and has decided you might be a perfect little bitch for them.”</strong><br><br>Moving to the right nipple, I painted it the same, letting my words hammer home to her as I did so.<br><br><strong>“The only way to try to break the hold of Du Monde, and build a resistance—or state of caution—in your mind, is to push you as far as I can make you go without breaking you, until you begin to recognise the dangers in each situation and push back.”</strong><br><br>Hands dropping down, the fingers of my left hand gently caressed her slick folds, and pulled back the chain a little so that I could paint her clitoris with the plumper held in my right.<br><br><strong>“Telling you that, the way you are going, you would end up as nothing more than a glory hole cunt, begging for scraps as you are passed around for amusement at some seedy party, and used as a sperm bank would not deter you in the slightest, as the fantasy of it would enflame your desires, and convince you that you wanted it. Actually, experiencing these things AND the repercussions of them? That, my dear Jaclyn is another matter entirely.”</strong><br><br>Raising the plumper, now soaked with her juices, up to my lips, I kissed it briefly so she could see, before taking a far gentler tone.<br><br><strong>“I do not want to break you, dear one; nor do I wish to damage everything you have worked for beyond all measure. I want to help you be able to experience all the wonderful things that come with being a true submissive, whilst tempering them with some ability to pull back, say no, or stop things when it becomes too much. The only way I am going to be able to do that, is to push you so far to your extremes, that you have no choice but to do so or fall into disgrace. I told you before; true D/s is about choice, and I am going to allow you to live out exactly what you have been fantasising, so you can have a clear, informed choice, of whether it’s actually worth it.”</strong><br><br>Recapping the lipstick, I placed it back down on the table with a note of finality.<br><br><strong>“Before you end up in a situation with someone, where you no longer have a choice and you end up sharing your fiancée’s fate…or something even worse.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>16-08-2018, 15:03:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… ask permission ... somehow that seems fitting ... she is Mistress ... I but her pet ... her pussy bitch ... then she changes ... vulnerable? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she stands and takes something from the table ... ah, the lipstick ... as soon as it touches my lips, I know what it is ... hold very still ... this is ... is pleasurable and I will pay for this poleasure for a few days with swollen lips ... the cinnamon burn ... the color is crimson! ... and matches the panties in my pussy …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the voice …</em></span></span> <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">"Listen to her, Jaclyn!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and I do ... hold very still while she paints my lips and listen ... she finishes with the lipstick ... want to lick my lips, knowing that the lipstick will also swell my tongue ... but refrain …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she finishes with a dire warning ... do I heed the warning and my inner voice? ... or do I continue to let my feelings dominate and ensnare? ... hold up my hand to signal that I wish to speak ... frame the words carefully …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Thank you, Doctor Kyle. I, um, I wish to continue tonight because it is most pleasurable. I don't feel I'm wrong to enjoy what Mistress is doing <strong>with</strong> me. I need to ask a personal question, Doctor Kyle. Please don't answer if it jeopardizes this therapy."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold up one finger while I frame the thought ... let the whole of my condition wash over me again ... swollen, crimson, cocksucking lips ... tortured nipples and plugged ass and panties threatening to fall out of my pussy ... obscene words on my pubis ... and her scent all over me ... frame the question carefully …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I believe Mistress enjoys what she does, even while it serves the purpose Doctor Kyle plans. Am I correct, Doctor?"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… what pushed me over the edge to rationality again ... and how do I avoid losing myself again? ... for it seems this is what the therapy intends ... can i enjoy this yet not succumb to it? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; from deep inside …</em></span></span> <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">"You learn, child!"</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 11:55:52</strong>
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				My words seem to have an effect, and I felt her body tense and shiver as I run my fingers over her curves; meticulously ensuring her plug is seated right, that the clamps on her engorged nipples were fit comfortably, and the chain correctly displayed.<br><br>Continuing to pose and caress her like my own personal doll, to make sure everything was as it should be, I listened to her questions, gratified that she had seemed to have come back from the edge enough to be cogent.<br><br><strong>“You can ask me any question you like dear, this is a two-way process,”</strong> I smiled in amusement, reaching up to run my fingers through her hair to straighten the kinks out. <strong>“I wouldn’t do any of this if I didn’t enjoy it, pet. It’s not exactly something a layman should be indulging in if they don’t have an appreciation for it, considering the damage that it could do to a person.”</strong><br><br>Running my hands along her arms, I urged them straight at her sides so that her palms and three of her fingers were pressed against her hips, whilst her index finger and thumb came around front to point at the markings on her pubic bone and peeking pussy panties in turn.<br><br><strong>“It may surprise you to know that I enjoy being in the position you are in now just as much as I like being the dominant. As such, I not only have an appreciation of everything you are going through, but understand the ease in which one can succumb to the pleasures of it. I’m a firm believer that living both sides of the coin enables me to be the most effective when I come to take the opposite role.”</strong><br><br>Satisfied that she was as I wished her to be, I gently turned her to the mirror, so that she could see the pretty; yet suggestive pose that I’d placed her in, and pressed my naked body against her, with one of my hands placed possessively under the valley of her breasts and my head resting on her shoulder so that I could stare at us both in the mirror.<br><br><strong>“Don’t you look pretty.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 15:32:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her fingers roam over my skin ... every tiny hair stands on end and craves her touch ... nipples are swollen and turning purple ... so sensitive ... the chain tugs ... the plug twists ... and the whole thing tries to pull the crimson panties from my very wet pussy …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she speaks of enjoying this as well ... and of being on the receiving end of such things ... maybe someday I could ... but not yet ... not without training ... not sure I'd enjoy it either …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Dr. Kyle ... um MIstress ... she brings my hands to my sides ... arranges my fingers ... why? ... what is this? ... then she turns me to the mirror ... ooooh! ... pointing to my self-written slut stamp! ... shudder ... pretty? ... that is not how I would describe it! ... rhetorical? ... oh, <strong>we</strong>! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Yes Mistress! We look very pretty! Thank you Mistress for making us pretty!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my lips are definitely swollen now! ... will I be sucking cock tonight? ... my nipples jump at the thought and the thing in my ass twists and I clench my pussy to keep the panties inside ... my eyes see the table behind us ... what is in that jar! ... and will I wear clothes tonight? ... she said we'd see people later ... and oh yes a skirt to lift to show my slut ad …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kit Cat</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 09:56:29</strong>
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				Allowing her to fix that image in her mind of how she looked, posed like a fuckdoll ready to be used, I reached down and traced a nail along her wet folds, and bought the sodden digit back to my lips to suck her need off—she really did taste nice.<br><br>Still, we can’t be hanging around here all night; things to do. Moving away from her, I gathered her clothes from where she had stripped out of them, and bought them back to where she stood; the indication being she should put them on in front of the mirror.<br><br><strong>“You may dress, Three Holes.”</strong><br><br>Moving to the side, so that I wouldn’t block her view of the mirror, and yet still allow her to see my naked form in her peripheral vision, I relaxed on the corner of a seat.<br><br><strong>“I must admit, I greatly approve of your choice of outfit this evening, pet; it offers a great deal more to play with than what some would come in. Slut wear is all well and good, of course, but its rather obvious and leaves you nowhere to go. It also gives an impression in an observer’s mind that the person wearing it is already of lose morals, and so the shock and embarrassment factor when the humiliation whore is prompted to do something, simply isn’t there.”</strong><br><br>Reaching over to the jar of ‘interestingly shaped’ lollipops, I opened the top and pulled one out to trace the tip of it along my lips as I spoke.<br><br><strong>“There is something delicious about the woman appearing to be classy and normal from a distance, only to reveal the sex-starved little slut she is underneath at the right time. It also speaks as to who you truly are more, doesn’t it girl? Jaclyn; the successful business woman of impeccable taste on the surface, but is a needy little submissive bitch underneath for all to see…if one but knew where to look.”</strong><br><br>My hand raised up to point under her skirt, knowing that was the most visible sign to make use of in this context, but to be honest there were many other signs she gave off to those who could see them—I was just making the air she gave off more palpable, so she could understand what the predators like Du Monde see.<br><br><strong>“You might think you hide your needs under the cloth of the business woman, but what you desire is as obvious as…writing on the skin—which reminds me.”</strong><br><br>Having waited for her to finish dressing, I plopped the lolli into my mouth and snatched up the permanent marker as I rose up. Walking in front of her, I gently moved her pendant back over her shoulder, and wrote in delicate script ‘<strong>Rite on Me</strong>’ on the skin that the heart shaped cut out of the blouse exposed, before returning the pendant to its original position, to obscure what I had written.<br><br><strong>“The perfect addition, don’t you think?”</strong> I asked lightly, pulling the hard candy out of my mouth and placing it against Jaclyn’s sensitive plumped-up lips; the suggestion obvious, though I wondered how long into the night it would take her to work out they were made of my primarily juices.<br><br><strong>“As you can see, little one, you are now dressed, and yet I am not, so a little test to see how well you are paying attention. Based on what you are wearing, and knowing we are to go out for the evening, what would you consider to be the most embarrassing way for the woman you are ‘going on a date’ to look and act like—especially when it becomes obvious to them that they are in charge. What would press the most buttons, my dear Three Holes?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Pawing over of a Personality (Kit &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>29-08-2018, 20:52:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… an interesting dichotomy! … my body shudders and craves release as Mistress traces my sex … and I watch and realize that I can refuse the offered pleasure … and servitude views! … an icy clarity emerges … and I watch my body choose pleasure … tonight this is right! … later, probably no! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… now to dress? … oh my! fortunately, I can bend a the waist to pick up the garter belt from the pile on the floor … don that onside the chains and turn it … adjust the front to my writing shows … now for the stockings … cary those and sit on the edge of the couch facing the mirror …&nbsp; roll those up my legs … now for the worst of it … the straps … stand to fasten those … bend at the waist to reach the ones in front … then with my legs apart, bend at the waist again and manage to get those in back fastened too … they still tug when I stand erect so they are done right … the blouse … arms into the sleeves and fasten the cuffs … I manage reaching over my shoulders to get the top buttons fastened … gentle tug at my tits from the chain, that … then the hardest … arms around behind me and bend slightly at the waist … ah, not as bad as I feared … finally fastened! … turn and look in the mirror … yes, all correctly done … the skirt next … this must go over the chain and may actually provide some relief at keeping her panties inside my front fuck hole … oh my, did I just refer to that as a fuck hole? breathe and regain control … then step into the skirt and raise it to position … get the blouse tucked in … button and zip … then reach under it to tug the blouse down inside the waist band … in back, I reach just wrong and get a painful tug on my left nipple … oh my! finally, sit to put on the shoes and fasten the ankle straps … I wonder if Mistress will avail herself of the D-rings on the ankle straps … finally, I fasten the heart-shaped, diamond pendant around my … arrange it so it lets the observer know the point invites their eyes lower …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… stand finally and examine my figure in the mirror … the chains on my nipples are very obvious both through the sheer blouse and how the blouse is stretched below my nipples … the heart shaped cutout above my breasts only accentuates what has been done to my nipples …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mistress inspects and remarks approvingly on my clothing choice … yes, a high class slut … loose morals? I never sell it! … give freely or don’t do it … slight shudder …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mistress opens the jar on the table … the objects inside are on little plastic sticks and shaped like penises … when Mistress traces one over her lips, more becomes apparent … dick suckers! … did Mistress see me blush? … she puts the sucker into her mouth and picks up the red pen … she moves the pendant aside and marks something on my chest … I cannot see what she marks … she repositions the pendant to obscure what she and the writing is too small for me to even guess from what I see in the mirror … a mystery to be realized … to my demise, I’m certain … I choose to accept whatever she has done … I like this new choosing she has taught me! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the dick sucker is traced over my lips … I feel it and then open my mouth to accept … my lips still burn of the Cinnamon … the dick has a strange yet not unknown taste … if I could only place it! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mistress offers another challenge … how should she dress and behave? … remove the dick sucker form my mouth&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh Mistress, you honor your pet!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… how should she dress? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mistress, as you see I dressed tonight to reveal yet leave much to the viewer’s imagination. I believe you should dress with similar motives. What you leave to the observers is the hidden leash with which you control me. May I suggest a contrast. Black where your pet wears white, white where pet wears black. Shiny where pet wears sheer. Covered where pet reveals. Soft and feminine to conceal the hard control that pet revels in. If it please Mistress, while Mistress dresses, Three Holes would like time to consider how one dressed such as you and holding the hidden reins would behave to please both you and, um, and your pet. Three has ideas that pet prefers to roll over in her heart before speaking.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… oh, yes …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh and if it please Mistress, may pet help Mistress dress?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… replace the dick sucker in my mouth … what is that taste? …</em></span></span><br>
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