Bordeaux Boutique & School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 04:41:26</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Players/Characters</strong></span><br>Zamdrist - Ms. Marguerite Bordeaux<br>khrysania - Mary Ellen Woodward<br>Angzyn - Jolene Renee Lefevre<br>Delilah - ?<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">Ms. Bordeaux</span><br>(http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/1381/df7887731d743bf4large51.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Mary Ellen Woodward</span><br>(http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/9373/tuesdayweld8097712.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Jolene Renee Lefevre</span><br>(http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/1952/image2nk.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><strong>Premise:</strong> Three female students attend a school for wayward young ladies learning far more than they ever imagined.<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Tone/Flavor: </strong> Dominant/Submissive, Decadent, and eroticism, punishments and humiliation<br><strong>Setting:</strong> Three storied brownstone in Greenwich Village, NY in 1965. Possibly other locations as well. Central Park?<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Bordeaux Boutique &amp; Brownstone</span><br>Ground level: Dining room, living room, sitting room &amp; boutique, as well as bathroom/washroom and kitchen.<br>Second level: Ms. Bordeaux's bedroom &amp; bathroom, closets &amp; storage<br>Third level: Three guest bedrooms, bathroom/washroom, closets &amp; storage<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">Dining Room</span><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/Diningrmtoile9168959-1-.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Living Room</span><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/Livingroomsetstelarge97-1-.gif)</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Sitting Room/Boutique</span> *<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Lingerieboutique2986328-3-.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><br>* - Partial view<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">Ms. Bordeaux's Bedroom</span> *<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Frenchbedroom0591337-1-.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Student/Guest room</span><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/C5f27ca3693289314f9fc6f-1-.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_u">Student/Guest Bathroom</span><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Frenchbathroom1587133-1-.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br>* - Bathroom not pictured<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Ground level description</span><br>The ground level of the brownstone is made up principally of the dinning room, living room, and the sitting room/boutique. All throughout this level are polished hardwood floors. Not surprisingly much of the furniture is French in origin or at least style. Not pictured and off the dining room is the kitchen. A cook is kept in employ and meals are always taken in the formal dining room. The dining room can be used to meet guests that are not customers of the boutique. It can also be used for larger gatherings the sitting room cannot accommodate. The sitting room and boutique is where Ms. Bordeaux most often greets people, be they customers, friends or new students. She will often take her morning and afternoon tea in this room. There are four chairs, and a divan arranged around the room. There is a changing room with a door, as well as an area cordoned off by a three-fold privacy screen. On display are numerous items of lingerie. Fanned out on coffee tables are a multitude of knickers, panties and briefs, all of varying colors, styles and materials. Hanging from hooks are a selection of gowns, chemises and negligees. Arranged neatly into glass door cabinets are on display various brassieres, corsets and pasties. Tucked away in an oak credenza are additional items of stock including unmentionables, brought out on special request. This room has its own entrance leading outside, though attached to the rest of the ground level and separated by French doors. This entrance, over which a sign is hung: "Bordeaux Boutique", is used by customers and students. It is accessed by a clear, and well lit cobblestone alley.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Second level description</span><br>Cherry wood banisters lead up to the second floor where Ms. Bordeaux's bedroom is found. A hallway leads down to the stairs to third floor, along which are hang numerous photos from Ms. Bordeaux's life in France as an actress. Some of these are quite glamorous while others equally so but in far less state of dress and decorum. There is one large walk-in closet and two smaller ones where most of her clothes are stored. Ms. Bordeaux's bedroom is off limits unless one is fortunate enough to be invited. It is both luxurious and comfortable with a large bed, covered with thick and warm coverlets. There is also a vanity dresser where Marguerite does her makeup, including a chair and small divan. Her bathroom can also be found here, with a wide and deep claw-footed tub and shower head.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Third level description</span><br>Reached by the stairs at the end of the second level hallway is the third floor and the student/guest bedrooms. Each of the three rooms have high sitting oak sleigh beds. The rooms are each appointed simply with a dresser, small vanity and closet. On the walls are hung additional photos of Ms. Bordeaux's time in the Nursing Corps and as an actress. These are much like the others in the second floor hallway, some are publicity and glamor photos, while others are of her in sheer and very little clothing. Down the hallway leading to the shared bathroom are various French paintings, including some local avant-garde selections from the burgeoning local artist scene. The bathroom is simply appointed if sufficiently supplied and also includes a large claw-foot tub and shower head.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Notes (Incomplete)</span><br>There is no television but there is a radio and record player in the living room.<br>There is a cook as well as a maintenance man on employ but these characters are not 'in play'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 07:09:32</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Ms. Bordeaux</span></strong><br><br>***Sitting Room/Boutique ***<br><br>Marguerite sat quite comfortably in her sitting room and lingerie boutique. In her lap was the latest issue of Vogue, of which she took great pleasure looking through from cover to cover. She paused every now and then to take up her tea, cradle it delicately in her hands and sip the steaming brew. Fall was approaching and she was glad for the extra warmth in her drafty brownstone. Though outwardly she seem content are letting the day slip by without event, she was in fact anticipating the arrival of several new students. By her dress you might think she donned her skirt and heels for the special occasion, but in fact she often was dressed quite primly and attractively. The black pencil skirt, while of appropriate length just past her knees, was trimmed along the hem and up one side with cream colored embroidery. Her brown hosiery was sheer, flattering her long legs, the red heels matching her blouse. Her hair, no less a point of pride and pleasure as the rest of her appearance, swept down her neck and around her shoulders in soft, blue-black curls.<br><br>Setting aside the magazine, Marguerite picked up from the table beside her, the student profiles of the young ladies she was soon to meet for the first time. Three fine young ladies, and between the ages of sixteen and nineteen, and all three in some need of direction and discipline. Those they would get indeed, and a bit more by her measure she mused, picking up her tea again and sipping. It had been nearly six months since her last student left her home. Annie. She recalled the young lady fondly, and for more reasons than her cheery disposition. She was pleased to have received a postcard from Annie, now in Rome where she studied. Marguerite turned over the card depicting the Colosseum, and reread the letter.<br><br><em>Dear Ms. Bordeaux,<br><br>I hope this card finds you well and happy. I am in Rome now and am so very pleased and excited. School is challenging but also rewarding. I am picking up more Italian every day. The sites here are incredible, I wish you could see them with me. Perhaps you can visit someday. I would like that immensely. Not a day goes by I don't think of my time there with you at the school and brownstone. I shall never be the same again, and I have you to thank. I know what you would say, I should find my own love, and I promise you I will. Know however that I miss your kisses and touch so very much. That is all for now, I promise to write more. Studies call and I should get on them.<br><br>Love and kisses,<br><br>Annie </em><br><br>Marguerite smiled and set the postcard aside for safekeeping. Annie missed her kisses and touch. She was certain Annie did, as she did herself. Be it the kisses or the tender touches, as well as the not so tender ones across the girl's most lovely bottom. Oh how the girl squealed in pain and surprise the first time. Though in time she sought them out, looking for the punishments and in time delighting in them. They all did, Marguerite mused, whether they openly admitted or not. She often had to school herself, not allowing herself to get overly attached to the girls. Annie would find her own love, as it should be.<br><br>All was in order and in place for the arrival of the students. Marguerite busied herself going through a newly arrived shipment of lingerie. Neatly stowed in a box lie a collection of items layered between sweet smelling tissue paper. Pulling out each item to get a closer look she marveled at the finery. There were several matching brassier and knicker sets. There were a turquoise and a deep crimson red set of intricately embroidered panties whose legs were highly cut and hem scooped scandalously low. The matching brassieres were no less beautiful and artfully designed. They looked to be the epitome of comfort while being decadently beautiful. Also in the box lie several new corsets, clearly by the same designer and woven with the highest quality of brocade. Such finery the incoming students might wear, when and if they earned it. Until then, Ms. Bordeaux had other plans for her wayward darlings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>khrysania</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:57:26</strong>
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				Mary Ellen sighed impatiently as she looked out the window as her mother took various turns to get to the street. As they pulled up, Mary Ellen dropped her head as she looked over at her mother, Do I really have to go here Mother? I promise to bee good from now on and not cause anymore trouble. she said. Of course it was an empty one as her real reason for not wanting to move was so that she could stay near Tom, her boyfriend. She smoothed her hand over her black skirt and made sure that her shirt didn't have any wrinkles in it. She then readjusted the simple pink sweater that was draped over her shoulders.<br><br>Of course you do Mary Ellen, you're out of control. she said as she opened the car door and popped the trunk. Mary Ellen followed suit, grabbing two of the suitcases as her mother had grabbed the other and headed up the stairs to the door. She sat the suitcase down and began to ring the doorbell before she seen the note to use the side entrance. Picking up the suitcases, the ladies moved to the side of the building.<br><br>As they stepped into the boutique, her mother looked around quite astonished. Her eyes then turned to Ms. Bordeaux and smiled. Oh Ms. Bordeaux, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Anne and this is my daughter Mary Ellen. she said, wrapping an arm around her daughter.
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				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 06:15:55</strong>
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				Marguerite rose at the arrival of her first student, accompanied by a woman who was clearly the chit's mother. She gave the girl a quick appraising look from head to toe. The girl seemed to think she was off to college it appeared, with a pink sweater draped over her shoulders demurely, a skirt and blouse. By her expression it did not seem she was terriblly pleased with being at the school. Certainly not surprising, few came willingly or with positive expectations. No matter, she would soon find things far more interesting than her pretty little head could imagine.<br><br>"Ah, yes, Mary Ellen, and Anne. Welcome to my home," she responded.<br><br>In a very European and graceful manner, Ms. Bordeaux lightly touched each of the mother's cheeks to her own.<br><br>"Now then I'm sure you wish to be on your way. Have no fears for Mary Ellen, she will be in good hands I assure you."<br><br>Ms. Bordeaux turned back after seeing the girl's mother out the door. Her gaze turned on Mary Ellen, her face more serious, lacking the charming civility she showed the mother just a moment ago. She said nothing at first, only undressing the petite blue eyed blond with her eyes. She wasn't especially busty, though quite pleasantly firm Marguerite imagined. And if her blond coloring was true, she'd be a welcome treat indeed. Time enough to find that out in due course.<br><br>"Do take off that ridiculous sweater. Three suitcases? Tell me you left all contraband at home. Tell me now, or there will be a price to pay, that I promise you." <br><br>A list of items not to be brought to the school was sent along with the school information packet. But unless their mother's packed their belongings, there would most assuredly be something on that list. After all, these girls were here because they couldn't or wouldn't follow rules.<br><br>Marguerite circled the girl standing before her, heels clicking sharply on the hardwood flooring. She took pleasure at how the girl's lovely bottom pouched out adoringly from under her skirt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>khrysania</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 03:08:34</strong>
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				Once Mary Ellen's mother had left, she could tell an almost instant change in Ms. Bordeaux's demeanour. She half heartily raised her hand and pulled the sweater from her shoulders as she sighed loudly. Anne packed all my stuff for me, so only God knows what are in those suitcases Ms. Bordeaux. Mary Ellen said. She could feel the woman's eyes examining her and she suddenly felt like prey with a buzzard circling above. She was not sure what to expect next as she moved to lay the sweater across her suitcases, then moved towards the couch to sit as she wanted to ease some of the tension that was now brewing in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 05:12:57</strong>
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				The trip had been a long one, her mother had only packed her enough to make the long trip from New Orleans. Nothing more. She had over heard her mother talking on the phone and had gotten a list of things to pack for unruly young child. The teenager having made the trip with only her older brother and the only reason she had not gone alone was because her mother did not want her running away.<br><br>Now here Jolene was, on the front steps of this strangers home. Her brother already getting back in the cab and driving away after knocking loudly on the door. His look before he left told her that she had brought all of this on herself. It only made the teen more angry. Oh what she would do for a smoke or a drink. If she had only known this would have happened the girl would have stayed out last week and never came home. No she would have ran away with the boys like they asked her too…but no she had to many “Things” to go home to. Things she was now with out anyways. <br><br>A small brown suitcase beside her with only a few pairs of clothing, hair brush and tooth brush. Dark eyes watching and waiting for the door to open. To meet this so called friend of her mother’s. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 06:13:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Anne packed all my stuff for me, so only God knows what are in those suitcases Ms. Bordeaux</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ms. Bordeaux lowered her gaze upon Mary Ellen at the petulant sigh the girl issued in response to her directive. Though she wisely complied by removing the sweater from her shoulders, it was clear this one only reluctantly followed the bidding of her elders. That would soon change.<br><br>"Do you always refer to your mother by her first name? It is rude and disrespectful. I'll not have that here in my home, " Ms. Bordeaux said. The girl did have enough sense to properly address herself, and so perhaps she wasn't wholly incorrigible.<br><br>"You are responsible for your own things now. Open them up and show me."<br><br>Just then another student darkened the entryway to the boutique. It was a lovely brown haired lass with enchanting green eyes. The beauty was marred only by the sullen look on her face. This one seemed even less enthused about her stay at the school.<br><br>"Come in. Come on, inside now. Welcome, you must be Jolene yes? I am Ms. Bordeaux as you surely have guessed. Set your suitcase here and open it, " Ms Bordeaux pointed to the divan where Mary Ellen now sat also.<br><br>Two lovely girls, soon to be young women. A blond and a brunette. Such delectable morsels these two would be, Marguerite mused. One more student to arrive and the afternoon 'lessons' could begin in force. Her excitement at the prospects that lie ahead did not show on her face however, which was stern and business-like as she awaited the girls compliance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>khrysania</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 06:21:55</strong>
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				Mary Ellen looked back up at Ms. Bordeaux and smiled, Well I suppose if I had a reason to respect my mother, I would not be here, now would I? she said. She moved over to her suitcases and opened them up as the other girl entered. She only briefly directed her attention to the brunette and sighed, unzipping them all and throwing them open for Ms. Bordeaux to see. Once she had moved a few items around for her to see what all her mother had packed, she moved back to the couch area to sit and wait for the brunette to do the same. 
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