Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level
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				Title: <strong>Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 15:02:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Bannersmuttastic.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Mansion, Lower Level</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.homebunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2162.jpg)<br></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1f/88/be/1f88be25b09a64ba90206dd55509d4c2.jpg)<br></td><td>(http://www.dotwnews.com/modules/image_resize/image_resize.php?image=/uploads/posts/mondrian_london_main&amp;width=582&amp;height=365&amp;cropratio=582:365)<br></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Dungeonroom.jpg)<br></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Welcome to the Lower Level (or basement). Rooms include exercise room, dungeon for the kinky people, and spa services. <br></span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Game Links</span></strong><br>OOC &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259066.0)<br>Interest Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=258938.0)<br>Character Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.0)<br>Want Ads (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259140.0)<br>History Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259075.0)<br>Great Outdoors (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259084.0)<br>Mansion, Floor One (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259085.0)<br>Mansion, Floor Two (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259087.0)<br>Mansion, Lower Level (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259088.0)<br></span></div><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 15:03:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/August-2018-calendar.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Things You Should Know</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">-The trip's duration is from August 1 to August 15. It is also the year 2018.<br>-The Island is called Paradise Isle, and it is own by James Richards, the owner of Fhloston Inc.<br>-The island is located somewhere near Indonesia.</span></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Tag Header</span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pic)</div><strong>Name:</strong> What's your character's name? <br><strong>Status:</strong> Are they a guest, employee, or hired help? Please include their position if an employee. <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> What day are you playing on? What time of day is it?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Where are they currently located?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Who is directly interacted with in the post? <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here<hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=10]http://pic[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] What's your character's name? <br>[b]Status:[/b] Are they a guest, employee, or hired help? Please include their position if an employee. <br>[b]Date | Time:[/b] What day are you playing on? What time of day is it?<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where are they currently located?<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who is directly interacted with in the post? [b]Mentioned:[/b] Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br>[b]Content Warning:[/b] Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 04:33:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Guilherme_Leao_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1, 2018 | 11:01 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the dungeon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>After getting off the yacht and hearing the intro, Andres checked out the map of the island and the parts of the mansion.&nbsp; One word in particular caught his eye:<br><br>"Dungeon."<br><br>Andres was dominant.&nbsp; Generally, he liked taking charge.&nbsp; Specifically, he liked taking charge of a woman sexually.<br><br>He liked to mix it up.&nbsp; Hard, then soft.&nbsp; Rough, then tender.&nbsp; Using his strength to pin her down, then letting some silk scarves restrain her.<br><br>But he never got heavier than that.&nbsp; There was a dungeon on one of the ships he worked on, but the guests were always using it.&nbsp; But now, on the island, there was a dungeon, but it was for the employees.<br><br>Like Andres.<br><br>The dungeon on the island was very well equipped.&nbsp; There was a variety of bondage furniture and apparatuses.&nbsp; There was plenty of rope and chains and cuffs and spreader bars.&nbsp; There were whips and floggers and paddles and straps.&nbsp; There were ball gags and ring gags and spider gags.&nbsp; There were dildos and vibrators and clamps and clothespins.&nbsp; There was stuff that he had no idea what to do with.<br><br>And then there was her.<br><br><strong>"Randi... Lynn... Warner.&nbsp; So nice to see you.&nbsp; What are you doing here?&nbsp; Better yet..."</strong><br><br>He started walking closer to her.<br><br><strong>"<em>What</em>... are <em>you</em>... doing <em>here</em>... in a <em>dungeon</em>?"</strong><br><br>He raised an eyebrow at her.<br><br><strong>"Are you into this?&nbsp; Did you just have to check it out when you saw it?&nbsp; Or is this more of a curiosity thing?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 09:32:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.pcwallart.com/images/laura-vandervoort-wallpaper-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Waitress <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/18&nbsp; &nbsp;11:01 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dungeon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank top, blue jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>The mansion was like a luxury 5-star hotel, very posh, and unlike any other place she had ever stayed in before.&nbsp; Randi was anxious to scout it out, and even more curious to see what amenities they had to offer.&nbsp; Stepping onto an elevator, she noted that the spa room was located on the lower basement level.&nbsp; &nbsp;A day of pampering, getting a relaxing massage, a soothing facial and perhaps even a pedicure, it all sounded wonderful to her!&nbsp; <br><br>Before reaching the spa area, she stumbled upon a room that was filled with various and unusual apparatuses and equipment.&nbsp; At first, she thought it was just an exercise room (or gym), but as she walked on into the room and took a closer look at some of the implements on display, she quickly understood what the room was about.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was a <em>dunge…</em><br><br><em>“Randi... Lynn... Warner…”&nbsp; </em><br><br>Her heart nearly lurched into her throat when he came up from behind and spoke her name, catching her off-guard.&nbsp; &nbsp;She whirled around to find the scuba instructor with a smirk on his face, his body slowly moving towards hers.<br><br><em>“So nice to see you.&nbsp; What are you doing here?&nbsp; Better yet.. what... are you... doing here... in a dungeon?"<br><br>"Are you into this?&nbsp; Did you just have to check it out when you saw it?&nbsp; Or is this more of a curiosity thing?"</em><br><br>She watched as he closed the distance between them in a few short steps, and when he finally stood directly in front of her, she slapped at his arm, her eyes darkening with passion as she admonished him for sneaking up on her like that!<br><br>“You scared the CRAP&nbsp; out of me, Andres!”&nbsp; She took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves.&nbsp; “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”<br><br>“And no, I’m not into this…this… sort of stuff.” Which was a lie.&nbsp; She WAS interested in it, but her inhibitions always got in the way when she tried to experiment with anything BDSM.&nbsp; She could feel her face growing warmer and warmer by the second.<br><br>“ I mean…well?&nbsp; I mean, NO!”<br><br>The look on his face told her, he wasn’t buying her story.<br><br>“Ohhhh, okay, FINE!&nbsp; I admit it.&nbsp; I am curious.”&nbsp; Sighing softly, she looked around the room before adding.<br><br>“After reading the 50 Shades trilogy?&nbsp; I’m been curious about it all."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 11:37:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Guilherme_Leao_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1, 2018 | 11:01 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the dungeon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br><em>"You scared the CRAP&nbsp; out of me, Andres!&nbsp; You nearly gave me a heart attack!"</em><br><br><strong>"Oh, I am so sorry for startling you, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; But if it is any consolation, I do know CPR and I would be happy to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."</strong><br><br><em>"And no, I’m not into this…this… sort of stuff."</em><br><br>Andres raised an eyebrow at her, like he wasn't sure he believed her.&nbsp; But the smooth skin on her pretty face was getting pinker by the moment.<br><br><em>"Ohhhh, okay, FINE!&nbsp; I admit it.&nbsp; I am curious."</em><br><br>He watched her big blue eyes looking around the room.<br><br><em>"After reading the 50 Shades trilogy?&nbsp; I’m been curious about it all."</em><br><br><strong>"I am not familiar with this 50 Shades.&nbsp; I have heard mixed things about it.&nbsp; I do recommend other books."<br><br>"One of them is <em>The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty</em>.&nbsp; It was written by Ann Rice under a pseudonym, and it was based on the story of Sleeping Beauty.&nbsp; Instead of waking with a kiss, she wakes up with... what is the word... copulation.&nbsp; And she is taken to a castle where she is trained to become obedient and submissive sexual property.&nbsp; Spanking, forced sex, being put on display, humiliation, crawling on her hands and knees like an animal.&nbsp; I enjoyed reading it very much, and read through it multiple times.&nbsp; It taught me so much about 'this... this... sort of stuff' as you said, and it helped me learn English.&nbsp; Still, it made me wish I had a Sleeping Beauty of my own to train to serve me and to satisfy my every desire."</strong><br><br>He looked around also, then looked at the table of restraints behind her.&nbsp; He got closer to her, so the fronts of their bodies were just a foot apart, and he reached around her to the table.<br><br><strong>"Excuse me,"</strong> he said, well after it would have usually been appropriate to say so.&nbsp; He then stepped back a bit, and presented to her what he picked up.<br><br><strong>"Handcuffs.&nbsp; Simple, but effective.&nbsp; And the coolness and hardness of the metal is a nice contrast to the warmth and softness of a woman's skin."</strong><br><br>The moment of truth.&nbsp; Up until now, it was just banter, but now it was getting more real.&nbsp; He had a feeling he would regret trying and failing much more than not trying at all.<br><br>He held the cuff in one hand and rubbed the metal along her bare arm, from wrist to elbow.<br><br><strong>"Whether you are a curious novice or a knowledgeable expert, it is always good practice to have a safe word, a word that the submissive says when she wants her dominant to stop."</strong><br><br>He moved the metal of the cuff up her arm to her shoulder, to the side of her neck.<br><br><strong>"Our safe word will be 'Hawaii', Randi Lynn.&nbsp; If you say 'Hawaii', I will stop whatever I am doing, and I will release you from any restraints you may have on you."</strong><br><br>He continued moving the metal of the handcuffs along her collarbone, toward the base of her throat.<br><br><strong>"But until you say that, I will keep doing whatever I am doing, even if you're telling me no, even if you're telling me to stop, because you have the safe word."</strong><br><br>Up along her throat, up to her chin, along her jawline to her ear.<br><br><strong>"Do you understand, Randi Lynn?&nbsp; What is your safe word, Randi Lynn?&nbsp; I want to hear you say it for practice before having to say it for real.&nbsp; And then I want you to turn around for me, and put your hands behind your back so I can restrain you."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 03:41:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.pcwallart.com/images/laura-vandervoort-wallpaper-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Waitress <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/18&nbsp; &nbsp;11:01 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dungeon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank top, blue jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><em>"Our safe word will be '<strong>Hawaii'</strong>, Randi Lynn.”<br></em><br>She had listened intently to Andres as he took a few moments to recommend a book to her, <em>The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty</em>.&nbsp; She felt strange, almost as if she was being “hypnotized’ by his words.&nbsp; Perhaps it was his sexy accent.&nbsp; Or maybe it was the intensity of his smoldering, green eyes that seemed to penetrate into her own, as if he could see into her very soul!&nbsp; Or the fact that she was in an actual dungeon, standing in a room filled with things she had never experienced before, promising the fulfillment of some of her darkest fantasies.&nbsp; Whatever it was, it made her feel "powerless", like she wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.&nbsp; It must have sounded like a parrot was hidden somewhere in the room with them, with random words being repeated by Brinlee as Andres continued the brief synopsis of the book.<br><br><em>“Copulation?”</em>, she echoed him breathlessly.<br><br><em>“Castle?</em>”, she whispered after him once more.<br><br><em>“Spankings?</em>”, she reiterated, her blue eyes widening with a building fascination.<br><br>Copulation, castles, and spankings, oh my!&nbsp; She held her breath as he slowly moved closer toward her, their gaze momentarily broken as he retrieved the handcuffs from off the table directly behind her.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure what he had in mind at that very second, but she knew she wanted it, whatever it was. <em>She wanted it</em>.&nbsp; Her heart began to race and her mouth suddenly went dry as he slowly ran the steel cuffs across her soft skin.&nbsp; A visible shiver coursed through her entire body and her nipples instantly pebbled and stuck out from beneath the thin tank top she wore.<br><br>In any other context, having the word “Hawaii” as her safe word might have brought a chuckle out of her.&nbsp; But she knew he was being serious, and he wanted her to feel safe foremost, so she didn’t laugh.&nbsp; It was strange how much she trusted this man.&nbsp; She really didn’t know him very well.&nbsp; Sure, they had shared a moment several months ago on the cruise ship, but it wasn’t anything serious, just a little kiss, and they were friends, nothing more.&nbsp; &nbsp;But he was about to take her into a world she had only read about.&nbsp; <em>Fantasized </em>about.<br><br><em>"Do you understand, Randi Lynn?&nbsp; What is your safe word, Randi Lynn?&nbsp; I want to hear you say it for practice before having to say it for real.&nbsp; And then I want you to turn around for me, and put your hands behind your back so I can restrain you."</em><br><br>Looking down at the cuffs, she brought her eyes back to his and swallowed before speaking softly.<br><br>“Hawaii.”<br><br>She then turned and faced away from him, placing both of her hands at the small of her back.&nbsp; She stood for what seemed like an eternity before he finally placed the cold steel confinements around her slender wrists.&nbsp; She jumped slightly when he clicked the first one in place, the sound echoing throughout the dimly lit room.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath as he secured the second cuff to her other wrist.<br><br>And she waited…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 11:11:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Guilherme_Leao_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1, 2018 | 11:01 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the dungeon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Andres locked the second cuff around her other wrist.&nbsp; <br><br>With her back still to him, his hands surrounded her wrists, just above the cuffs, then slowly started moving up her bare arms to her shoulders.<br><br><strong>"I couldn't help but notice how you responded to my description of <em>The Claiming of Beauty</em>, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; How you repeated what I said, how you held your breath, how your big beautiful blue eyes got even bigger.&nbsp; I am going to take it slow with you.&nbsp; You're new and you're curious, and I want your first experience to be positive, so that you want more.&nbsp; You would make a most lovely submissive."</strong><br><br>After his hands got to her shoulders, one hand went up the back of her neck.&nbsp; His fingers combed upwards through her hair, his nails scratching against her scalp.&nbsp; His hand balled up into a fist, and there was a nice even tug on all the hair on the back of her head, which resulted in the tilting of her head upward just a bit.<br><br><strong>"There, now your hands are restrained behind your back.&nbsp; I liked how you turned around when I told you to, without me having to tell you twice.&nbsp; That pleases me, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; You please me.&nbsp; Good girl."</strong><br><br>Using the grip on her her to lean her head to one side, he gave her a soft kiss on the other side of her neck, then followed it up by letting his teeth barely graze along her skin.&nbsp; He whispered in her ear.<br><br><strong>"Now, there's something else I want you to do, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; Very carefully, and without hurting yourself, I want you try to get out of those handcuffs.&nbsp; Try to separate the chain.&nbsp; Try to slip your hands out of the cuffs.&nbsp; Test them.&nbsp; Make sure there is no escape for you."</strong><br><br>He released her hair and gave her a moment to try to get out of the cuffs.<br><br><strong>"Good.&nbsp; Now turn around for me again.&nbsp; Face me.&nbsp; Let me look at you."</strong><br><br>After she completed her half-turn, Andres put his hands on her bare shoulders, then slid his hands down her arms again.&nbsp; To reach down to her wrists, he had to get closer to her, so his chest was pressing against her breasts.<br><br><strong>"I love your skin, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; So soft.&nbsp; I can't stop touching your arms.&nbsp; Too bad the rest of your clothes are in the way.&nbsp; Then I'd touch you everywhere else, too."</strong><br><br>He let that sink in for a moment.<br><br><strong>"I like this game.&nbsp; It's like I can tell you one sentence and it turns into a whole chapter in that naughty head of yours."</strong><br><br>When he mentioned her head, his fingertips touched the top of her hairline, then down to her temple, around her earlobe, and down to the side of her neck.<br><br><strong>"You know, I can do <em>anything</em> I want to you.&nbsp; <em>Anything</em>.&nbsp; I can do anything I want to this beautiful body.&nbsp; And there's so much I want to do.&nbsp; And there's <em>nothing</em> you can do to stop me."</strong><br><br>His finger traced from one collarbone to the other along the neckline of her tank top, just barely touching her breasts.<br><br><strong>"How does it feel, Randi Lynn?&nbsp; Do you feel trapped?&nbsp; Helpless?&nbsp; Vulnerable?"</strong><br><br>He stuck his fingers into the belt loops of her jeans and pulled her just an inch closer to him.<br><br><strong>"Are you scared, or excited, or both?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 02:50:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.pcwallart.com/images/laura-vandervoort-wallpaper-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Waitress <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/18&nbsp; &nbsp;11:01 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dungeon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank top, blue jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr>Andres was stirring up some very unfamiliar feelings in Randi.&nbsp; Feelings and emotions that she didn’t quite understand, feelings that were buried so deep down inside that it was almost like an out-of-body experience, like she was outside her body, looking in.&nbsp; But she wasn’t.&nbsp; It was her, Randi Lynn Warner.&nbsp; For the first time in her life, she was letting someone else be in control, to be in control of her body, to take her to a place of total surrender.&nbsp; His orchestrated touch had left her body shivering in one minute, and heated up like an inferno in the next! "<em>Whatever you do?&nbsp; Please, don’t stop"</em>, she thought to herself. <br><br><em>“…I am going to take it slow with you.&nbsp; You're new and you're curious, and I want your first experience to be positive, so that you want more.&nbsp; You would make a most lovely submissive."</em><br><br>The emotion he immediately brought to the forefront of her mind, and one that she could actually put a name to, was that of vulnerability.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was a place she had successfully avoided all of her life, (or, in her mind, it was success!) thinking it to be more of a negative, rather than a positive.&nbsp; No doubt, it was probably one of the many reasons she still wasn't in a serious relationship.&nbsp; She would never let down her guard, never allow herself to trust others or let people get too close.&nbsp; Randi Lynn was afraid that if she opened up to someone, she would only get hurt.&nbsp; And that it showed weakness.<br><br>But as she continued to stand there with her back to him, her body responding to the softest of caresses, and even while knowing she was totally powerless with her hands restrained behind her back, she was actually starting to understand that, when you allow yourself to be that vulnerable with someone, you are actually being strong, courageous. <br>&nbsp;<br>A little gasp escaped her soft, pink lips when Andres pulled on her hair, catching her off-guard.&nbsp; It brought her head to tilt ever so slightly upward and her body to sway back against him.&nbsp; &nbsp;And when she heard those two little words, <em>“Good girl”</em>, she instantly melted into a puddle of lust.&nbsp; Other things were pudding, too, it seemed.&nbsp; She could feel herself growing wet beneath her jeans and panties, and that revelation caused a deep crimson color to stain her face and neck.<br><br>“What are you doing to me?” she asked him in a breathless whisper as he began to nuzzle the warm, sensitive flesh of her neck.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and let her head fall further back against his shoulder.<br><br>Following his instructions, she tried to free herself from the restraints, but the handcuffs were relentless and steadfast.&nbsp; She tugged, pulled and even tried to slip her tiny hands out from between the fastened steel, but there was nothing happening.<br><br><em>"Good.&nbsp; Now turn around for me again.&nbsp; Face me.&nbsp; Let me look at you."<br>"I love your skin, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; So soft.&nbsp; I can't stop touching your arms.&nbsp; Too bad the rest of your clothes are in the way.&nbsp; Then I'd touch you everywhere else, too."</em><br><br>He was so close, pressing his hard, athletic body into her softer, feminine one.&nbsp; No doubt he could feel her nipples hardening as he leaned further into her, his big strong hands reaching around to clasps her tiny wrists.<br>&nbsp;<br>At this point, not only did he have her mind reeling with wicked thoughts, but he had her experiencing borderline sensory overload. It felt as though her body was buzzing, from top to bottom! The nearness of him, his scent, the way he looked at her, spoke to her…all were having a profound effect on senses.&nbsp; If he hadn’t held tight to her arms/wrists, she surely would have crumpled to a pile of mush on the floor.<br><br><em>"You know, I can do anything I want to you.&nbsp; Anything.&nbsp; I can do anything I want to this beautiful body.&nbsp; And there's so much I want to do.&nbsp; And there's nothing you can do to stop me."</em><br><br>Nodding slowly, her gaze still fastened to his, her blue eyes searching for some reassurance that everything was going to be okay.<br><br>“Yes.&nbsp; Yes, I know”.&nbsp; She lowered her eyes and cleared her throat before looking back up him. “So, what are you going to do with me?”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><em>"How does it feel, Randi Lynn?&nbsp; Do you feel trapped?&nbsp; Helpless?&nbsp; Vulnerable?&nbsp; Are you scared, or excited, or both?"<br></em><br>Andres’ image became blurry right before her eyes, her emotions threatening to get the best of her.&nbsp; She blinked once, twice, but she couldn’t keep the tears at bay.&nbsp; <em>Splash!&nbsp; Splash!</em>&nbsp; One by one, the tears slid down her cheeks.&nbsp; Everything she had buried deep down inside of her for far too long had started to bubble up.&nbsp; Were they sad tears?&nbsp; No, she wasn’t sad.&nbsp; Frightened tears?&nbsp; No, she felt safe enough with him.&nbsp; Happy tears?&nbsp; Nothing had excited her nor made her feel this good in a very long time. She <em>was</em> happy.<br><br>Randi Lynn felt an overwhelming sense of shame for crying like a baby in front of him.&nbsp; She dropped her head and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look at him anymore.&nbsp; The tears continued to fall, however, and her shoulders began to shake.&nbsp; There was nothing more she could do but ride it out, a cry that was obviously, long over-do.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 15:10:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Guilherme_Leao_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1, 2018 | 11:01 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the dungeon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>It all seemed to be going so well.<br><br>And the worst happened.&nbsp; She started crying!<br><br>Andres was confused.&nbsp; What did he do wrong?&nbsp; He tried to retrace his steps, review their dialogue.&nbsp; But he couldn't think of anything.&nbsp; Why was she upset?<br><br>Then he realized.&nbsp; It wasn't him.&nbsp; It was her.&nbsp; There were issues there, issues left buried that seemed to come up then and there.<br><br>He wasn't sure if she could go on like that, tears going down her face, hands restrained behind her back.&nbsp; Maybe she could or maybe she couldn't,<br><br>But Andres could not.<br><br>And that was when he, ever the dominant one in bed, said something he never thought he would.<br><br>The safeword.<br><br><strong>"Hawaii."</strong><br><br>He reached behind her and found the handcuffs.&nbsp; He found one of the hidden switches in the trick handcuffs.&nbsp; No key was required as long as someone knew the switch was there and where it was and how to use it.<br><br>With her hands free to separate and the cuffs still attached only to one wrist, Andres took her arms and put them around his waist.&nbsp; He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her neck and shoulders.&nbsp; He held her close.&nbsp; He let her rest her face in his chest.&nbsp; He let her cry.<br><br><strong>"It's okay, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; It's okay.&nbsp; It's okay to cry.&nbsp; It's just tension.&nbsp; Just let it out, and take all the time you need.&nbsp; I'm here for you, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; I'm here for you, my good girl."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 21:03:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WhtDJuD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Caroline Wafford</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796332#msg12796332) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Concierge <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 4th, a little after noon<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Spa - Sauna<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; A hair tie, and nothing else <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Nudity<hr><br>The hot air humid, the steam making it difficult to see beyond a few feet.&nbsp; It was warm in there, so warm that it felt as if just a few moments inside had been more than enough to make the sweat rise from her pours.&nbsp; Instead of feeling sick and disgusted by the heat, it was soothing, comforting, as if her body was shedding the skin of old into something new, something different, something entirely comfortable.&nbsp; Caroline would not have had it any other way.&nbsp; The sauna had been the perfect comparison to her time already spent there on the little retreat:&nbsp; hot and steamy.<br><br>She seemed to be all alone in the sauna that had been made available, and that was just fine with her.&nbsp; The towel that had been wrapped around her naked body had been done away, folded up beneath her as a make-shift cushion upon the bench.&nbsp; It brought a smirk to her face, to be naked in such a public place, where anyone could walk in and join her.&nbsp; There was a time before, before this trip, when she would have felt so self-conscious about her nakedness, shy and meek about displaying her body for the viewing of others.&nbsp; <br><br>But her eyes and mind had been opened up on the trip that was to be her last hurrah before settling in to a more normal life.&nbsp; It was a trip of self-discovery, of self-confidence, and of self-enjoyment.&nbsp; When she thought of the things she had done so far, the things that she had experienced, it brought a rising of color to her cheeks.&nbsp; She was a new woman, one shedding her skin and growing in ways she had never imagined before.&nbsp; And it felt good.<br><br>As good as the steam and heat of the sauna, she mused, resting her head back against the wall as she was engulfed in the wet warmth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 04:18:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/46/32/fd/4632fd263f5e4bafd5b9a5e3b917a3ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Waitress <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 08/01/18&nbsp; &nbsp;11:20 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dungeon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tank top, blue jeans<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br><em>"Hawaii."</em><br><br>Randi Lynn felt complete and utter disappointment (in herself) when Andres had to speak her safe word for her.&nbsp; She not only let herself down, but she let them both down.&nbsp; She had hoped to go further into the play, to experience as much as possible while she had someone willing to teach her.&nbsp; Before coming to the Island, she had no idea that there would be a BDSM dungeon, much less, a co-worker who enjoyed some of the same fantasies she did. <br>&nbsp;<br>She totally wigged out on him, though. She didn't know for certain why she got so emotional.&nbsp; Maybe it was hormonal.&nbsp; Or maybe it was the lack of intimacy in her personal life.&nbsp; Or it was just her inability to give over her control to someone else.&nbsp; (Even&nbsp; though, the thought or fantasy of it appealed to her).&nbsp; Maybe she's just kinky and wants her ass paddled from time to time.&nbsp; She just wasn't sure anymore.&nbsp; But why couldn't she just say the word?&nbsp; He had explained it all very carefully before they even started.<br><br><em>"If you say 'Hawaii', I will stop whatever I am doing, and I will release you from any restraints you may have on you."</em><br><br>"<em>He probably thinks I'm some sort of nut case now"</em>, she thought again.<br><br><em>"It's okay, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; It's okay.&nbsp; It's okay to cry.&nbsp; It's just tension.&nbsp; Just let it out, and take all the time you need.&nbsp; I'm here for you, Randi Lynn.&nbsp; I'm here for you, my good girl."</em><br><br><em>Good girl</em>.&nbsp; That's who she longed to be.&nbsp; Someone's good girl.&nbsp; With the tears subsided now, and her nerves calm, she finally spoke, but she kept her face buried in his chest, too ashamed to look at him.<br><br>“I’m so sorry, Andres.&nbsp; I don’t know what happened back there.&nbsp; But... I’m okay now.”<br><br>She truly felt okay.&nbsp; In fact, she felt really good.&nbsp; Like she had been through a cleansing, and all was right with her world.&nbsp; But was it?&nbsp; Would he give her a second chance and try again?<br><br>“Andres?&nbsp; I…I don’t suppose we could try again?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 04:14:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Guilherme_Leao_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andres Oliveira<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - high diver and SCUBA diver<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1, 2018 | 11:01 a.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the dungeon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Randi Lynn Warner <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>Andres nodded and smiled at Randi.<br><br>And then his face went serious.&nbsp; His voice was low and hypnotic.<br><br><strong>"I want you to turn around for me, and put your hands behind your back so I can restrain you."</strong><br><br>His hand was on her arm, turning her around.&nbsp; He grabbed her wrists from behind and cuffed them together.<br><br><strong>"I want you to try to get out of those handcuffs.&nbsp; Try to separate the chain.&nbsp; Test them."</strong><br><br><strong>"Turn around for me again.&nbsp; Face me.&nbsp; Let me look at you.&nbsp; Let me touch you."</strong><br><br>His hands went up her arms to her shoulders and the sides of her face.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I can do anything I want to this beautiful body.&nbsp; And there's nothing you can do to stop me, my little Randi Lynn."</strong><br><br>One hand went in her hair, tugging.&nbsp; The other hand went around her neck, squeezing.<br><br>A fingertip tracing her collarbones before going down the front of her chest, between her breasts, down to her belly, along her waist to her hip, down against her thigh, and up along her rear cheeks.<br><br><strong>"Randi Lynn.&nbsp; I looked up that name.&nbsp; Do you know Lynn means?&nbsp; Waterfall.&nbsp; Do you know what Randi means?&nbsp; Sexually aroused.&nbsp; You're my sexually aroused waterfall.&nbsp; Or more like naughty hot springs."</strong><br><br><strong>"I like handcuffs.&nbsp; They limit your hands, so I can have an easier time having my way with you.&nbsp; But also, they make you arch your back.&nbsp; And push your breasts out.&nbsp; And make your nipples get clearly outlined in your shirt.&nbsp; I mean, look at them.&nbsp; They're like stiff little pebbles.&nbsp; They must be aching for some attention."</strong><br><br><strong>"Spankings.&nbsp; When I look at you, I think of spankings.&nbsp; I think of giving you spankings.&nbsp; I think I'll give you a spanking.&nbsp; Right now.&nbsp; On that bench of there.&nbsp; Go there.&nbsp; Move it."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>03-12-2016, 14:45:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Jesse_williams_shirtless.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dr. Okello Okanjo</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796566#msg12796566)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - ship's medical doctor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4th, a little after 12 noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Spa - Sauna<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A towel, a water bottle, and nothing else<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Caroline Wafford</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796332#msg12796332) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>After some vigorous physical exertion, Okello headed down to the sauna.&nbsp; He knew that after intense activity, the sauna provided many benefits.<br><br>The wastes that built up in his muscles and joints during the activity would be carried by the blood to the surface of his skin.&nbsp; Sweating during a sauna would help remove those toxins.<br><br>After contracting his muscles so much from the exercise, the heat of the sauna would provide a relaxing benefit all over his body.<br><br>And his heart rate would remain elevated similar to a moderate workout, which meant that the cardiovascular benefits from the workout would continue through the sauna session.<br><br>But he did not consider another benefit.&nbsp; And that was the lovely woman sitting in the sauna, alone, completely naked.<br><br>From outside the sauna, Okello hadn't noticed her.<br><br>But upon entering the sauna, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips and wielding only a clear, plastic water bottle in his hand, he couldn't help but do a quick glance, followed by a double take, followed by a longer gaze.&nbsp; His mouth curled up into a smile before he licked his lips.&nbsp; He nodded his head once at her, a simple gesture that was a combination of acknowledging her presence, approving her appearance, accepting his good fortune, and welcoming opportunity. <br><br>He didn't say hello.&nbsp; He didn't ask if he could join her.&nbsp; He simply walked in and stood before her.&nbsp; He sat down slowly on the bench across from her, then placed the water bottle by his side.<br><br>Intense, light blue eyes roamed her body from head to toe.&nbsp; Long, thick blond hair that made him want to grab a handful off on the back of her head.&nbsp; Soft, smooth fair skin that he wanted to cover in kisses and sink his teeth into.&nbsp; Big, gorgeous breasts he wanted to cup in his hands and wrap around his face.&nbsp; Curvy, wide hips he wanted to grab onto while penetrating her deep and hard.<br><br>Okello found himself getting aroused.&nbsp; And he realized it wasn't fair that he got to see her without her seeing him.&nbsp; So he leaned back and spread his legs.&nbsp; The towel was starting to tent under his growing bulge already, but just before she could see under the towel he placed the tall, wide, nearly empty water bottle between his legs.&nbsp; He opened up the towel fully, with only the water bottle shielding his cock from her point of view.<br><br>He looked down at her knees, then back up into her eyes, a silent dare for her to spread her legs and show him more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 19:44:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/8e/f8/e0/8ef8e0f7b40e2d75e8c5b7f71960d57e.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Everett (Richards)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 10 AM.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Massage table w/ a partially drawn curtain<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A carefully draped towel<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kate <strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Some nakedness<hr><br>Massages were lovely.&nbsp; It was a shame that she so rarely got to enjoy one.&nbsp; Actually no, that wasn't true. She was lucky enough to have had lovers in her time who were good with their hands, but there was a weight of anticipation and need to those impromptu pampering sessions.&nbsp; They were a prelude of better things to come.&nbsp; It was kind of refreshing to just be able to lie there and enjoy someone working out the knots of tension from her back and shoulders without wondering where it would all lead.&nbsp; Was it weird to enjoy something more because it was so very impersonal?&nbsp; <br><br>The light sound of footfalls made her head tilt, dark brown eyes fluttering open lazily.&nbsp; It wasn't the masseuse.&nbsp; He'd left a few minutes ago, reassuring her that she could take her time getting dressed and what not since he was done for the morning.&nbsp; She'd made some soft noises of agreement and made a mental note to make at least one more appointment this week.&nbsp; Another employee then? Or a guest? She didn't particularly care, at least not until she caught sight of Kate.&nbsp; <br><br>With almost anyone else she'd have carefully ignored them, going back to basking in her after glow. There was something about the young blonde which roused an almost predatory instinct in her, a hesitancy that Erica couldn't help but push against.&nbsp; Lips tilted upward into a smile and she arched up off the table, letting the pristine white towel slip off onto the floor without a second thought.&nbsp; "Good morning.&nbsp; Have you come for a bit of rest and relaxation then?" Her tone was soft, conversational, as though they were meeting at the breakfast table and she wasn't standing there with flushed and lightly oiled skin on full display.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Lower Level </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 11:23:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/tumblr_m8k6ok3Zgm1qbz1e5o3_250_zps6dae1827.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kate Webber<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd 10 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Massage table w/ a partially drawn curtain<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fluffy white&nbsp; bathrobe.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Alexis<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Awkwardness <hr><br><br>The events of the previous night were on Kate's mind as she headed for the spa to meet Alexis. They had agreed to meet here for a day of pampering and possibly other things, if of course they weren't busy elsewhere. <br><br>Kate entered the spa area to find Alexis absent, she decided to look around not having been to a spa before. She saw a gorgeous woman relaxing after a massage when the woman looked up and saw her. The woman stood up letting her towel fall to the ground exposing a lot of lightly oiled skin.<br><br>Kate went red and tried to keep her eyes on the other woman's face. “Uhhm hello, I was looking for a friend of mine, Alexis but she isn't here so I'll erm go now.” Kate wasn't quite stuttering but she was at Alexis would put it ‘adorably awkward’ <br><br>
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