The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)
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				Title: <strong>The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 03:26:18</strong>
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				Sebastian glanced out of the window of the austere tower at the thickly clustered clouds slowly pushing, like wandering sheep, across the pale sky of winter.&nbsp; As usual, there was nothing within the vicinity for miles except endless forest and the occasional mountain.&nbsp; His mistress, he knew, preferred this isolated terrain because she did not wish to be bothered by the petty strifes of so-called civilization.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She was quite powerful, he knew.&nbsp; Although relatively young in years, she was an alchemical and thaumaturgical genius, managing to succeed where other great mages had failed.&nbsp; It was said she could command the very elements themselves.<br><br>And yet even a mighty sorceress such as she could get lonely, he supposed.&nbsp; And that's why he was here, to provide some semblance of human contact, after a sort, as well as to look after the maintenance and upkeep of the tower.&nbsp; After all, <em>someone</em> had to cook the meals, wash the clothes, and sweep the floors.&nbsp; <em>Someone</em> had to replenish the supplies of reagents and powders and gather herbs and ungulents.&nbsp; <br><br>It had sounded like a great deal at the time.&nbsp; Study under the wing of one of the greatest witches of the age, and further his own career.&nbsp; But she hadn't really taught him any real magic yet--only a few cantrips and base illusions.&nbsp; It seemed he was there solely to do her chores, keep her tower clean, and satisfy her sexual urges (which, on occasion, could be voracious).<br><br>He swept his way across the floor, sweeping all the dust and dirt into small piles.&nbsp; Around him, the stuffed heads of many strange and terrifying beasts leered at him from the walls; enchanted objects in their glass cases glowed and twinkled in the torchlight.&nbsp; And there, upon its plinth, was her treasured grimoire, her spellbook, which contained most of her spells.<br><br>He knew she had forbidden him to peek.&nbsp; The last time he had tried, she had caught him, and turned him into a pair of fuzzy slippers which she wore the whole day.&nbsp; She said it was to teach him humility and the value of knowing one's place, but he suspected it was because she just liked stepping on his face all day.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still, at least it was better than the time she turned him into a polished marble dildo and used him to pleasure herself all afternoon.&nbsp; <br><br>But he couldn't resist. It was simply too tempting.&nbsp; He crept over to the plinth, glancing around himself to make sure he was alone, and carefully, quietly opened the book's cover...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 04:47:10</strong>
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				The icy cold floor of the tower felt wonderful underneath her bare feet, as she sauntered through the halls of the tower, she was inhabiting. Light taps of flesh to solid ground echoed into her mind as she continued on towards her desired location. A light hum would pour from her lips indicating she was in a happy mood. Everything was going according to schedule and she had a little time to <em>play</em>. What did she mean by that? Hmm, she'd let their imagination explore the many possibilities. <br><br>Schuyler at 5' 7" was an imposing young woman, seemingly in her late twenties, with light caramel skin silky to the touch. Long sable tresses which would rain down her back until it splashed upon the floor, dragging just behind her feet. The wind she caused as she moved would brush its invisible fingertips slightly though such strains of well kept hair causing them to flutter about in her journey towards her study. Her outfit of choice was a lavender satin gown which clung to her curvy body in its sheer fabric; blatantly showing off, her darken nipples.&nbsp; She was every comfortable with her body so if she could, she'd walk around naked, which on more than one occasion she did. <br><br>As she approached her destination, her sweet humming would cease at the sound of sweeping, Ooh? Her mind whispered as she'd slip against the door, baring touching it. Her steps were light, unnoticeable, as she'd creep closer to the entrance of the door. Would such a cat catch her little mouse in the act again? Only time would tell and she'd anticipate what she'd find and by doing so, her tongue would slide from within the depths of her warm mouth and lightly spread along her upper lip, moistening it.&nbsp; Soon finished, it would disappear back into her mouth, of which would curl back into a devilish grin. <br><br>Bright emerald eyes would peek in watching him carefully, she had a feeling he was going to tempt fate again, and attempt fate he would as she watched him move for the book and then...<br><br>"Ara..." Her silky light voice poured from her lips as if she was taken by surprise but clearly faking it. One could tell by the deviant smile that took over her lips as she focused on his face. "Did a little birdie step out of his cage again?" She asked him while her right arm rose, bringing her hand to her forehead to gently brush away the a single strand of hair that lingered across her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 05:39:26</strong>
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				It was both a blessing and a curse, in a way; it was what made the punishments she visited upon him almost on a daily basis so tolerable.&nbsp; Schuyler was <em>gorgeous</em>.&nbsp; She had a body any woman would die for, and any man would kill to have in his bed.&nbsp; She was perfectly proportioned, neither too tall nor too short, neither too plump nor too thin.&nbsp; And she liked to walk around naked, which was a torture in itself, because sometimes he had to fight to keep a part of his anatomy from making itself very, very obvious...<br><br>He jumped as she spoke, the cover of the book slapping shut.&nbsp; He groaned, and realized with a sinking feeling, that she'd caught him in the act once again.<br><br>"Mistress!" he exclaimed.&nbsp; "I was...ah...I was just...dusting..."&nbsp; To illustrate his point, he swept overenthusiastically with the broom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 06:11:17</strong>
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				Emerald eyes narrowed indicating the anger that was pulsing blood throughout her body as he called her name and then began to...began to lie to her. It was in that moment that she pushed further into the room, watching him attempt to make up for doing what she had forbid him to do. <br><br>"Liar!" She exclaimed baring her perfectly white teeth, one would think her canines would show off vampiric fangs but they did not. <br><br>It wasn't wasn't long before she was circling around him like a lioness looking to pounce on a buffalo cub. Her emerald eyes piercing his being, looking him up and down, decided how she was going to approach this situation. It wasn't long before she'd press forward from behind him, her arms extending out and wrapping around him from behind, pulling his body against her frame. He'd be able to feel the full extent of her breast, her head would lift as she'd move to lips to press against his ear. <br><br>"Would you like to attempt such a response again?" She asked him in a calm tone of which could not hide the venom that began to seep out, coating his cheek with her hot breath. She'd feel her right left hand begin to ascend up his body, until it reached his chin where she'd cup it with some roughness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 06:23:17</strong>
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				Sebastian groaned.&nbsp; He should have known better than to lie to the sorceress; after all, she was a mistress of the arcane.&nbsp; She probably knew dozens of spells for divulging truth, some which could cause a person to feel as if every square inch of flesh were being ripped apart.&nbsp; And those weren't even the <em>nasty</em> ones.<br><br>He felt fear flood every bit of his body, so much so that he didn't even notice when she pulled him back against herself, so tightly he could feel her naked form pressing into him from behind.&nbsp; He knew better than to resist, yet couldn't help himself, as he struggled to pull away from her black widow's grip.<br><br>"I...just wanted to take a peek," he confessed, even as he felt her breasts press into his back.&nbsp; "I just wanted to see one spell."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 18:16:36</strong>
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				What a scent, an aroma so delicious, she felt the rippling in her blood boil faster at the sense of his fear. Such a heavenly sight she sometimes enjoyed when he knew he was up to no good and she caught him. A vicious grin soon replaced the frown as she felt him struggle like a worm on a hook.<br><br>"Just a peek?" She asked almost mockingly, holding onto his form with everything she had. The side of her face would almost nuzzle his as she listened to the short breaths that came from that lovely emotion called fear. "Just one spell?" She asked him, "Well perhaps I should give you one spell, hmm?" She offered, before she'd abruptly turn and push him forcefully to the ground. If her attempt was successful, she'd follow it by raising her right leg and slamming her barefoot onto the center of his back to hold him there.<br><br>"Lets see...." She whispered in thought opening her spell book and sifting through it for a spell. Her foot was cold so she actually enjoyed the heat that was being absorbed from flesh and into her foot. "What to do...what to do?" She almost sang, "Shall I turn you into a nice pair of slippers again? Or perhaps a nice carpet?" She asked out loud almost as if she was giving him a choice but then not quite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 18:55:19</strong>
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				Sebastian was somewhat taller than Mistress Schuyler at 5'11", although at 180 lbs he was thin and lanky.&nbsp; Although in his early twenties, he still had a boyish face whose youthful features was only slightly mitigated by his attempt to grow a beard and mustache. His hair was a very light brown, nearly blond, and as it grew longer he had gotten into the habit of tying it back into a ponytail.&nbsp; His physique was not excessively muscular, but neither was it anemic; after all, you couldn't walk up and down several sets of stairs every day without building up <em>some</em> muscles.&nbsp; And months of sweeping and lifting heavy cauldrons had given him a chest and biceps as well.<br><br>Her foot was like a block of ice as it slammed down into the middle of his back, stealing his body warmth.&nbsp; He shivered, peeling his face from the stone floor as she rifted through the book.&nbsp; "Please, Mistress...don't turn me into anything.&nbsp; I can warm your feet as I am, just...don't turn me into anything."&nbsp; After all, there was always the fear that&nbsp; she would forget to turn him back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 01:03:52</strong>
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				Schuyler silently gazed down upon him as he pleaded with her, to keep her from changing him into something suitable for his crime against her. the atmosphere around them would grow tense as she thought about how to handle this situation. She valued her little birdie in more ways than they both realized which caused her to hesitate.&nbsp; <br><br>Usually when Schuyler was assessing a situation in question, she'd remain extremely silent, standing absolutely still while she thought about a reasonable punishment. However, while she did so, her toes would graze and run up and down along a small section of his back. <br><br>"As you are, hmmm?" The silence was finally broken&nbsp; with a thoughtful yet spicy voice that she was known for. <br><br>Immediately after, she'd remove her foot and run it down his side, digging under him, she'd forcefully push up, looking to turn him onto his back. If he did so, the young sorceress&nbsp; would run her foot up his body, her emerald eyes piercing daggers into him.&nbsp; "I believe I shall be kind and grant you such luxury...you'll do well to make sure when I sit my feet take rest upon your body, anywhere I desire. You'll compile with my wishes." She gave her orders, her foot had now reached his face were she'd poke at his lips with that well pedicured big toe of hers.&nbsp; All thanks to her sweet boy.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you do not at anytime, I'll see to it you are crafted into a nice throw rug and sold in a market. Or worse! Taken out and beaten all over. Would you like either of those, my dear?" She asked while her body descended lower, her foot replaced by her hand which cupped his chin tightly. <br><br>"For I do enjoy the sounds of your screams, the taste of your sweat bathed in pain and fear." She whispered, a deviant grin gracing her lips and showed off her pearly whites, "Do you believe me cruel?" She asked him in a softened tone almost as if she was feeling guilty. "Have I not been kind...<em>to</em>...<em>you</em>?" She asked poking his nose. "Welcoming you into my home and bestowing upon you my secrets?" She continued her hand moving to his cheek and pinched it. "All I asked for was for you to follow my rules and do as you're told!" Her voice changing and filling with that venomous rage, indicating her anger. "I'm disappointed...but perhaps you'll make it fun by making it up to me...." She giggled darkly. <br><br>Soon, she'd pull herself from him and raise, flicking back those long sable tresses from spilling down her right shoulder, her emerald eyes gazing at the window to the right of her.&nbsp; "I believe its about time for lunch, do make haste, I'm quite hungry." She spoke running her delicate yet strong hand down the front of her body, following the line between her breasts, to her torso and gliding slowly down until it reached her stomach were it would stop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 08:22:26</strong>
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				Sebastian shivered while his mistress ran her cold toes over his back, biting his lip to keep from whimpering aloud.&nbsp; He wasn't normally such a simpering coward, but there was a special kind of venomous fury in Schuyler's eyes that promised a future full of pain and torment.<br><br>If he didn't do exactly what she wanted, anyway.<br><br>He dared to open an eye when she flipped him over and gave him her conditions.&nbsp; That didn't sound too bad, all things considered.&nbsp; There were certainly worse things she could do to him than make him become her footrest, or possibly carpet.&nbsp; But just when he thought he could see the light at the end of the tunnel, she threatened him with turning into a throw rug and he winced again.<br><br>"No, mistress," he answered, when she asked if she'd been cruel.&nbsp; "Yes, you have, mistress," he responded, when she asked if she'd been kind.&nbsp; He opened his eyes again after she pinched his cheek and then let him up again, and felt his mouth go dry when her hand slid down her chest to her stomach.&nbsp; His eye, completely of its own accord, followed the line, where it naturally ended in the shadow between her legs.<br><br>He realized she'd given him a command, and he ran off, barely remembering to bow.&nbsp; "Yes, mistress," he said, then broke into a run and didn't stop until he got to the kitchens.&nbsp; There, he stopped to catch his breath, then paused, realizing that he had no idea what she had in mind for lunch.&nbsp; He knew it would be impertinent to go back and ask, when she'd given him a direct order, so he grimaced and set about the pantry, trying to remember what she would prefer.<br><br>He pulled some sausages from the pantry, already stuffed and linked, and decided to throw caution to the wind and dice them up with some caramelized onions.&nbsp; He added some sage and garlic for flavour, then added some cabbage and boiled vegetables.&nbsp; For soup, he cooked up some beef broth and leeks, adding sliced mushrooms to the broth for consistency.&nbsp; A slice of freshly baked bread from that morning (with butter on the side) was added to the plate; as an afterthought, he included an apple.&nbsp; Then he went into the wine cellar, selecting a nice white wine he hoped she'd like, and poured it into a glass goblet he'd meticulously cleaned.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Satisfied, taking plate, soup bowl, and goblet onto a tray, he returned to the sorceress, presenting the tray.&nbsp; "Your lunch, mistress," he said, nervously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 19:16:43</strong>
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				Schuyler was already sitting at the head of her table when her darling pet walked in with a tray of food. One could see she was clearly bored by the way she held herself against her chair, her elbow resting upon the arm of the chair, her right cheek being cradled in the palm of her hand. Emerald eyes would soon raise and glance over to Sebastian and soon her posture changed readying herself for what delicious feast awaited her. <br><br>"My, clearly you have some uses." She said in a somewhat praised fashion as she awaited for him to lower it before her. "Looks delicious." She added in a silky voice, her right hand lifting through her sable tresses and running down before lightly pushing it behind her to get it out of her way. When she was comfortable, she'd lightly clear her throat, her emerald eyes flickering as they glanced at him, then down at her feet. <br><br>She hoped he knew what was now excepted of him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Apprentice (Remiel and Sakura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 08:10:22</strong>
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				"Y-yes, Mistress," he gulped, settling the tray of food down upon a small table.&nbsp; It was both an honorific and an admission of her superiority.&nbsp; She was a much more powerful at magic than he was, a fact which she loved to remind him about at every opportunity.&nbsp; There was no end to the limit of unpleasant things she could turn him into--a garden slug, a sewer rat, toilet paper in her garderobe.&nbsp; Compared to all that, he should count himself quite lucky to merely be her carpet.<br><br>At her command, he dropped to his knees, then to his stomach, his chest pressing against the hard, cold, dirty stone of the floor.&nbsp; His cheek squashed against the cold stone, he glanced at her feet.&nbsp; Her feet, the care of which were one of his primary duties around the tower.&nbsp; Washing them, drying them with his hair, filing them, keeping them soft and smooth by rubbing them with Basilisk Oil.&nbsp; It was a particular conceit of hers to make him paint her toenails, too, blowing on them until they dried.&nbsp; When she was feeling particularly cruel she would make him trim her toenails with his teeth.<br><br>It made sense that she would not want to dirty them on the floor.&nbsp; Better to rest them on his body instead.
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