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				Title: <strong>Electric Rose -</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gath</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 07:58:17</strong>
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				The room was dimly lit, a covered lampshade in the converted hotel apartment that set off a deep rouge glow, and the single remaining bulb that shined triumphantly over the vanity mirror in the bathroom. It was just enough to see his shadowy features as he helped her dress for the night. He kissed her gently on the neck three times as he fastened the hooks on her black corset with emerald green highlights that just barely concealed what would soon become her wares, her commodity her trade device. Well, among other things at least. <br><br>The corset had built in garter straps, but they were detachable and so he removed them in favor of a more traditional garter, one with emerald green satin to match the corset and pink and black lace to fill in the gaps for the remainder of the functionality of the garment. The garter had pink ribbons to tie it in place and his delicate fingers took great pleasure in fulfilling that task. Once finished, he grabbed her hips and pressed the left side of his face against her taut but fleshy rump and held there for a long moment. <br><br>Without incident, he released her and reached for a set of thigh highs and prompted her to lift her heel and point her toes so that he could begin to roll on the stocking. As he fitted her with each stocking, he used his strong but delicate hands to caress her calves and thighs before placing the clips on the front and back of each stocking. This seemed to be one of his favorite parts of the evening, dressing her up to fulfill his deranged fantasy. Tonight must be a special night though, as he pulled out her form fitting leather mini skirt. Prompting her to step into it one foot at a time, he slowly pulled the small bit of leather over her hips and buttocks. It was a tight fit, and the zipper hadn’t even been pulled yet. It didn’t take long for that to change though. <br><br>As was customary for nights like tonight, she was not allowed to wear panties, not even a thong or a g-string or something, anything to cover up or act as a barrier between the world and her delicate parts. He placed each foot into a spiked heel shoe and buckled the small insignificant strap that would ideally hold the shoes in place. He released the hand cuffs that had been holding her to a bar mounted into the wall from when the room used to belong to the hotel. Now it was just another tool for him to control her with. <br><br>Having freed her, he placed a few items on the counter, a powder tin with a brush, a few liner pencils, both for eyes and lips, a shallow jar of foundation and an applicator pad as well as three different colors of red lipstick and a clear gloss coater. He sat on the vanity counter top while she began to work on her appearance and smiled as he watched her. He was an attractive man, dangerously so. He was tallish, thin and solid but not muscular in a macho way. There was a natural grace about him that offset his perversions and came close to justifying them. How he’d gained control of her was another matter altogether…<br><br><strong>”You’re going to have fun tonight, you’ll see.”</strong> That was all he said throughout their entire preparations. Well, her preparations. As usual he wore a black button up long sleeve shirt, black work pants and he had a black overcoat hanging up by the door just over his black steel toed Red Wing’s, a stark contrast to his relatively pale complexion. For all of his tenderness and gentle touch, this was just one side of him. It was a side that presented often enough to make the arrangement pleasurable and worthwhile. When the perversions began is really difficult to tell, and who began them even more so. But there was a point at which she had said no to him and it was like a set of wires crossed. He did not become abusive, not in the slightest. But the next morning, she awoke to find herself chained to their bed and a host of other people in their bedroom. A story for another time…<br><br>The two walked hand in hand down the twists and turns of the city streets until they found their way to the designated starting point. He let her hand go and kissed her lightly on the cheek so as not to spoil her makeup and said softly, <strong>”You’re going to work freely tonight.”</strong> And then he raised a hand in welcoming to the dark slummy street filled with spray painted walls, dingy alleyways and abandoned cars. It was still early yet so there was not much activity, but that would change… It would all change. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Electric Rose - The tale of a subserviant female prostitute</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flora of Horror</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 17:27:28</strong>
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				The night life is similar to a long road, it has many twists and turns that can lead you anywhere that dark desires take you; at night, it is difficult to see without the proper lights, if not careful, one could end up in a ditch. But what is a road unless it is made to travel on yet some are best not to travel on. One such broken and brittle road was the one that a young Miss Prostitute, or better known as Lilith Sheppard, walked on with spiked heeled stilettos that harmed her arch and heels with every step on the broken road. She was once a college student, studding to be something more than she was now. Now her teachers were very strict and artificial; metal clasps and fasteners on her black laced corset rubbed and pinched against her soft flesh on her ample chest and&nbsp; as the leather mini skirt pressed against her slender, round hips. <br><br>The corset, a fetish of <em>his</em>, was the hardest to learn from. It tightened at the bottom of her ribs, making it hard to take in breathes yet she still adorn it, for the look <em>he</em> wanted as it forced her soft breasts up to be seen and curved her silhouette and it was all for <em>him</em>. <em>He</em> was like the principal of this school that she now walked the halls in, the soles of her tall heels clacked and scrapped across the damp, filthy sidewalk, creating a staccato beat that echoed off of the spray painted brick walls and the trash-filled alley ways that Lilith passed as she walked farther away from one of the many men that controlled her life, yet <em>he</em> was the most persuasive of them all, as she held her hands close to her side in an almost protective way as she made her way to the street light. She could still feel <em>his</em> cold, lusting eyes on her back and the cuffs still pinching the skin on her wrist as she stood under the protective light that shown kindness down on her dark hair.<br><br>Lilith’s breathing couldn’t help but to quicken from the anticipation of the moments to come, the biting sting of the reinforced form of the corset as it dug into her slender body with every breathe as she rested under the street light, leaning her bare shoulder on the cool metal pole as she reached for her purse to find or do something to distract her mind as she did every night from the looming task that had become her life. Lilith blinked in surprise as her clutch wasn't at her side as it usually was. It struck her that <em>he</em> had her purse before she walked out here. No candies, no gum, no cigarettes, not that she needed them, but what the hell was <em>he</em> thinking? No condoms?!<br><br>She looked back from where she came from, slightly glaring as her thin brows were furrowed before she sighed, she couldn’t go against <em>him</em> anyway. But Lilith figured that she should have known something was odd when he mentioned, “<em><strong>You’re going to work freely tonight.</strong></em>” But the more she thought about the greater the panic rose within her and it seemed to jump at the sight of the waxed shine, black Mercedes as it pulled to the curb and stopped before her. She placed her hands coyly behind her back, doing something with her hands to stop the shaking as she watched the window slowly roll down, her breathing being constricted by the binding corset. Her jaw line tightened lightly as she could see three twenty dollar bill fanned out along the beige colored leather of the buckled seat. <br><br>But Lilith could not go back, let allow taking a small step back away from the offer, <em>he</em> would surely be furious with her if she did but the longer she stood there, staring, the greater the risk for the Mercedes to drive off and leave her alone under the street lamp. And the light wouldn’t protect her against the wrath of <em>his</em> disapproval. The driver, as if sensing her hesitation, taunted her farther, a strong built hand passed another twenty-note with its siblings that were already lying on the seat. She resisted the urge to lick her bottom lip, in fear of smearing her gloss as she reached out to open the passenger door. She gathered the money in an experienced, fluid motion, making sure that as she bent over that the driver would receive a full view of her cleavage before she sat down and laid her hands elegantly on her lap, the hem of her skirt rested on her upper thigh and showing her soft light skin. <br><br>“<strong>So</strong>,” Her voice slow and seductive as she brushed backs her long dark hair from her bare shoulder with just the ends of her fingertips as she looked over at the driver. “<strong>Where should we go?</strong>” Lilith allowed herself to give a small coy smile from her painted lips as her light blue eyes looked over him before looking down and playfully twirled the bills between her slender fingers as she nonchanlontly looked out the window and see if <em>he</em> saw her getting in the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Electric Rose - The tale of a subserviant female prostitute</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gath</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:39:43</strong>
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				<strong>"I know some place nice and quiet. Do you like music?"</strong> Asked the large man sitting at the wheel as he turned the wheel and pressed the accelerator and spun the car around in a 'u' turn. He looked to be rather fit, but not overly so. His ribbed knit turtle neck showed off his upper body bulk in a rather masculine way. His skin was dark, but not black, if that made a difference, probably not. He was clean shaven except for a small patch of black hair under his lower lip. The hair atop his head was very closely cropped, almost shaved on the sides and back with just a little left on top, a crew cut some would say. His nose and cheeks were flat and his brow was thick and strong, just like his jaw and hands that gripped the steering wheel. <br><br>As they drove through the city, he commented, <strong>"You are very special, so lovely. I am a lucky man tonight. Am I a lucky man tonight?"</strong> He asked as his right hand made its way to the bare flesh of her left thigh and began to caress her skin. He reached even further over to Lilith's side and pulled on the inside of her left thigh to bring her closer to him, at which point he caressed her thigh some more and dared to reach under her skirt only to be met with more bare skin. <strong>"Oh my, you are ready to play tonight, aren't you..."</strong> It wasn't a question, more an observation. <strong>"I've got just the thing for you, my dear. You are going to love it, I can feel it."</strong> With that he continued his ministrations in silence with a grin on his face while he navigated the streets of the party side of town and continued to play his hands under her skirt.
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