Playing Rough (Nohbdy & Zeikaela)
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				Title: <strong>Playing Rough (Nohbdy &amp; Zeikaela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nohbdy</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 05:45:06</strong>
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				There's a lot that could be said about suburbs. They were quiet, safe, a good place to raise kids, and usually cheaper than the city. What they were not good for, however, was finding other individual who shared your particular sexual proclivities. It was just a fact of life, and one that Eric had come to accept. When his wife left, and took the daughter she'd trained to hate him with her, it was freeing in a number of ways. The first day after the divorce had finalized, Eric went out to a bar, got wasted, and fucked a waitress. It was profoundly liberating, even if he did apparently lose his edge in the decade since he'd been on the market.<br><br>But for all that, something was still missing. It was too... casual. He'd never see these women again. <em>I must be getting old</em>. He thought to himself one night three weeks ago, a third of the way through a bottle of whiskey, <em>I'm actually starting to miss the bitch.</em> Except, he wasn't missing her, and he knew it. Not really. What he missed, was having someone there to greet him when he came home, even if that greeting was an ear-bleeding screech. A reliable partner that he could make his, without having to go through the same old 'buy drink, meaningless compliment, subtle implication of wealth' "courtship" every single time.<br><br>So, he did something he thought he'd never do. He went online, and looked there. At a fetish site, no less.&nbsp; Hell, if he was going to be fishing, might as well try to catch something he'd like. <strong>Single white male, divorced, looking for single female for long-term master-slave relationship.</strong> There was more to it than that, but really, that was what it boiled down to. And it hadn't worked out so far. He'd gotten a couple answers, mostly just young girls who would let you bend them over if it meant buying them nice things. It was hollow. They didn't want that relationship. One of them stormed out after the first time Eric pulled her hair.<br><br>But, then, a week ago, someone answered, who caught him as different almost immediately. Naomi Lewis. She was busty, petite, and eager to please. Eric was intrigued immediately. They spent the next couple days talking over e-mail, then IM, then phone calls. They decided to skip the "coffee and then see what happens" and go straight to "what happens". She'd be there soon, in fact. Eric stood up, and looked himself over in the mirror in his bedroom. Still the tall, handsome, well-groomed man he'd always been. He ran a hand through his short, blonde hair, and made a mental note to send his personal trainer something nice for Christmas.<br><br>The doorbell ringing shook Eric from his thoughts, and he hurried to the front door of his spacious apartment (not quite a penthouse, but he was on his way), and opened it. "Naomi," He greeted her with a smile, and stepped out of her way so she could come in. "Good to see you. Would you like something to drink first, or do you wanna get right into it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing Rough (Nohbdy &amp; Zeikaela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeikaela</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 06:01:43</strong>
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				Naomi had always known she wanted something more than the quickies in the back of someone's car, or a casual fuck here-or-there, but so far, that's all she had, and for some reason, she was okay with it. She knew that she had the capability of loving someone very deeply, but she hadn't found anyone to share that love with...not yet.<br><br>The site was different for her, mainly because she was one of the people who actually went to a bar, or a club, to hook up, but she met someone who seemed to be at least some kind of worth-while--even if it was just because of how attractive he was. Blonde hair wasn't an immediate turn on for her, but boy did it do something for him.<br><br>She made sure to shave and freshen up before making her way over there. It was the first time they were going to meet, and she loved leaving an impression. Her outfit wasn't slutty, but it was a bit revealing. She was wearing a blue, lower-cut spaghetti-strap tank top that had ruffles on it and a short, jean skirt along with a pair of black, open-toed high heels.<br><br>When she knocked on the door, she became a little nervous. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, but she just pushed her braid over her shoulder and licked her lips, ready for anything; except for when he opened the door.<br><br>Her heart jumped into her chest and beat there for a moment when he opened the door. He was one of the more attractive men she'd ever seen in her life, and she felt that in her toes. When he spoke, she felt her knees go weak in excitement.<br><br>"Uh... Hi...Eric. I... We can do whatever you like," she was stammering, which was something she never did, and she was screaming at herself to pull it together. She smiled, warmly, at him, not seductively like she was going for, but it was a smile that came from her heart and reached her eyes.<br><br>When he moved back, she stepped inside, holding onto her purse for dear life. She looked back at him, licking her lips and waiting for him to make his move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing Rough (Nohbdy &amp; Zeikaela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nohbdy</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 06:29:07</strong>
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				It took Eric a bit of conscious effort not to stare. He'd caught a damn good one, and from how she was acting, he had to guess that the feeling was mutual. A bit of a smile spread across his lips, as he closed the door behind her. <em>I've still got it.</em> He slipped into the kitchen, stepping past her, and went into the fridge. "Alright. Let's have a drink first, then." She was nervous, and hoping he'd take charge, and he could definitely oblige her on that. <br><br>"You're still, what, nineteen, right?" He returned with two squat, round glasses, and handed one to her. "Vodka on the rocks. I won't tell if you don't." Guiding her to sit down, he took a seat across from her. "Before we get into this, I feel like we should go over it all one last time." Perhaps that other girl running out on him had made him gunshy. Or maybe he just didn't one to scare this one away. She did not look like the sort Eric wanted to lose.<br><br>"I'm going to be rough sometimes. And once we begin, there won't be any obvious on-or-off times. It will be our relationship. But, I learned a long time ago to always use safewords. There are going to be three. If you use the word 'green', that will mean that you want me to be rougher. 'Yellow', if I've gone too far, and you want me to pull back a bit. But if you use the word 'red', everything stops. If you don't feel safe, or if you need to tell me something, make sure to use those, because otherwise, I'll keep going, understand?"<br><br>He smiled, and raised his drink, offering a toast. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you like, and I'll get you a key tomorrow. You can also put a list on the fridge of anything you want or need, and I'll get it for you." Taking a drink, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Is there anything you wanted to say before we get started?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing Rough (Nohbdy &amp; Zeikaela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeikaela</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 20:48:13</strong>
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				It took Naomi a moment to get accustomed to the surroundings. It was very homey; a little too homey for a batchelor. She didn't know much about this guy. He'd talked of a previous relationship that had gone sour, but other than that, he was very coy about...well, everything.<br><br>She took note on the fact that he was very handsome and well-groomed/toned: much more than most men his age, and she noticed he didn't really look his age either. It was a good thing, but at the same time, it made her coil back into her shell a little more than what would happen if he were just another average Joe.<br><br>He'd told her many times that he was just another guy, but Naomi had learned to not believe that a long time ago, and she could definitely see that he wasn't--even after only having been in person with him for about 10 minutes.<br><br>Her bright eyes stayed glued to his own eyes as he spoke. They were a transfixing, beautiful colour, and she was not only too polite to look at anything else but she also didn't want to move her eyes to another area.<br><br>"Sounds like you know what you're doing," she spoke softly, like a butterfly landing on a flower. "Thank you for the drink," she put the drink out at him as she spoke and coiled it back, sipping from it. She wasn't a heavy drinker, but she also wasn't going to reject a kind offering of any kind, so, she had accepted.<br><br>"I appreciate everything, but I am capable of getting my own things. You won't hear much out of me because I keep to myself and read a lot, but if you do engage in conversation with me, you'll notice, I tend to run away with things. My mouth gets the best of me; as for anything of my own, I don't really have much in the way of request, or protest, so, I think, it's fair to say, I'm game." She smiled at him, eyes twinkling as if they held a secret that neither of them had yet to discover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing Rough (Nohbdy &amp; Zeikaela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nohbdy</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 21:26:41</strong>
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				"Wonderful." It was very clear she was nervous, but not so much so that she couldn't hold a conversation. This pleased Eric a great deal, and he finished his drink much quicker than he otherwise would have. His blue-gray eyes stayed on hers for a moment, longer, and then, once she'd finished, he took her glass into the kitchen, to rinse both out. Much more eager to get started than he realized, Eric had to put a surprising amount of effort into slowing himself down.<br><br>"If there's anything else you need to say or do, now's the time." There doesn't seem to be much else, but he takes his time, all the same. Once the glasses have been far-too-thoroughly washed and dried, he put them away, and rolled his shoulders. A couple deep breaths, and then he turned the corner. His mannerisms were slightly different, as was his body language. Less personable, and more aloof.<br><br>"Welcome to your new home, slut." He spoke immediately, striding back across the room towards her, close&nbsp; to her, and grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head. Making her look up at him, and looming over her, he spoke again. "From today onward you will be wholly, and completely dedicated to my pleasure. If you do well, you will be rewarded. Disobey, and you will be punished." A sharp yank of her hair punctuated his comment. "Me, I'm happy either way. Are we clear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing Rough (Nohbdy &amp; Zeikaela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeikaela</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 00:40:04</strong>
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				Naomi had felt the cool of the glass on her fingers as she drank from it, swirling the contents around. She heard everything he was saying, but she watched as the liquied swirled around in the glass, much like the fluid churned in her nervous stomach. The air in the room was nice; there was a breeze coming in through an opened window, and the ceiling fan overhead made a soft <em>whirring</em> as it spun: a beautiful summers day in a beautiful home.<br><br>When she drained the contents of the glass, he plucked it from her hands to wash it, leaving the feeling of the once-held-glass on her fingers. She was slouching, and she chastised herself for it, sitting back up straight. Her heart was beating as quickly as the ceiling fan was spinning, and she could hear birds chirping and owling through the windows. It was becoming late, and the sun would set soon, leaving her to realise that things between them were probably about to get hot and heavy.<br><br>When he came striding toward her, she thought at first he was a fast-walker, but when she saw the cloudy, menancing look on his face, her stomach jumped into her throat. The chair she sat in was old. There were threw loose springs in the back of it, and she knew that because the way in which he grasped her hair and tugged on her, it pushed her back into them.<br><br>The look in his eyes was no clouded, and it was not the look of disdain, or confusion. She knew he was serious with each word, and she knew that this was real. Her only physical reactions to everything were a soft whimper, wide eyes, and coiling of her head as he grabbed it--which did no good because of how tight his grip was.<br><br>Her eyes were moving back and forth between his eyes, and before long, he gave another tug which caused her to nod her agreement. "Yes, sir..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing Rough (Nohbdy &amp; Zeikaela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nohbdy</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 12:19:46</strong>
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				There was a sense of purpose in Eric's movements that he didn't have before, an air of eager determination that betrayed just how long he'd been waiting for something like this. They had worked out all the details well before meeting- even the mention of safewords was just a reminder. It meant, more than anything, that he didn't have to hold back. He wasted no time in using this to his advantage, and pulled her up to her feet by her hair, towards him and grabbed her by her neck with his free hand. Fingers curling around her throat, and cutting off her air supply, he experimented with the tightness of his grip, until he could easily alternate between letting her breath (with more than some difficulty) and not.<br><br>"You will refer to me at all times as Master, you will speak when spoken to. When I tell you to do something, you do it." Still holding her by her throat, Eric released Naomi's hair, and brought his hand down to her soft breast, squeezing it hard through her tanktop. "Your body is mine to do with as I please, and when I decide I want you, I will have you, and you will enjoy it. You are my filthy slut, MY dirty little cumdumpster. Is that clear?"<br><br>This time, he didn't wait for an answer. His grip immediately constricted again, cutting her air off completely. "When I let go, you will tell me who I am, and what you are. You will prove that you were listening. And then, I will use you." Slowly, he loosened his fingers once again, and admired the bruises his fingers had left as he waited for her to respond. "I'm waiting."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing Rough (Nohbdy &amp; Zeikaela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeikaela</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 05:17:31</strong>
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				The grip of his fingers wasn't only unsettling, but it was somewhat enticing. She felt her heart flutter along with her nerves, but she kept a well-composed air about herself. She stared up at him, weak in feature, yet strong in her jaw and eyes. The fingers in her hair were one of the only things keeping her standing, and when he released that grip, she faltered--only being held up by her weak knees and his hand around her throat.<br><br>She continued to stare, steadily, into his eyes, mirroring him in composure. She nodded slowly, as best she could, to every word he spoke, and when he released her completely, her knees locked into place as she staggered to hold her own body weight--as if forgetting how human anatomy worked. But she held fast.<br><br>"You are my master, and I am your play-thing, cum-dumpster, and filthy-slut; yours to do as you wish, master." The words escaped her lips very softly, and her eyes dropped.
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