Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil & Vergil, Ace)
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				Title: <strong>Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 00:05:42</strong>
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				(Been having trouble with my military time stamps, so started to throw in the regular time as well until I get the hang of it lol.&nbsp; Feel free to use one or the other, just easier for me to list both for the moment.))<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/3372222779/d95eef7e85e61d4afddb1bc4e5f6edc3.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:14 (7:14) PM Tuesday, June 3rd, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Rachel Roth / Raven (soon)<br><br>Sprawled out on Mari's couch, Artemis was starting to wonder if the plans for tonight was a bad idea.&nbsp; Things had started out well enough, but like so many other things in her life, an unexpected curveball had been thrown into the mix.&nbsp; One that she planned to take revenge on the raven haired buxom Tamaran that was currently doing her equivalent of nervous pacing, by flying from one end of her middle class apartment to the other.&nbsp; <strong>"Would you stop flying around?&nbsp; You're makin' me dizzy."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis grumbled, the fingers on her right hand twitching as they clenched up around her side, her nerves on edge as she watched the clock.&nbsp; The half eaten pizza on Mari's small table had been forgotten after that disastrous, at least in the archer's mind, call to Madam Silk's had been completed, seeing not just the 'guest of honor' had some much needed fun tonight, but herself as well.&nbsp; And all because Mar'i just couldn't help herself and had thrown Artemis under the proverbial bus before she could snatch the phone away from the damned alien woman.&nbsp; Technically hybrid alien and human woman, but that didn't matter as Artemis growled a curse under her breath in Vietnamese, half tempted to chug one of the girl's couch pillows at her back when she started another circuit around the maroon colored living room.&nbsp; <strong>"I can't believe you included <em>me </em>in the night's festivities.&nbsp; Sure I don't mind having a good time, but this was meant to be just for <em>you</em>, Mar'i."</strong>&nbsp; Running her hands down her face, Artemis blew out a long breath before throwing her arms over the back of the couch with a grunt.&nbsp; <strong>"If I go home with whip marks all down my back, I am shooting you full of crossbow bolts the first chance I get."</strong><br><br>The original plan had been to hire a dominatrix for Mar'i, to give her a night she wouldn't soon forget in the hopes she'd come out of her shell.&nbsp; M'gann, herself, and Mar'i, the former having been shy about it but willing to help out one of their friends, and Mar'i because she appreciated the thought in the first place, had all pitched in, although it had been Artemis's idea in the first place.&nbsp; The archer had had the money to pay for it all herself, but it would have drained her bank account to do so, and she needed money for other things, like food and materials for her trick arrows, just to name a few essentials.&nbsp; That said, she would have been content just to watch the show, but when it came time to make the arrangements, Mar'i had included her in the list of clients that would be participating in the home visit.&nbsp; The moment it clicked for the archer, she had tried to chase the Tamaran hybrid around her apartment, flipping off of walls and even resorting to throwing anything that wasn't nailed down with an accuracy that would have put most marksmen to shame.&nbsp; Nothing valuable, just a few pens with the caps still on them for the most part, but it had been in vain as Mar'i tied her into the night's little party of soon to be three, and when the phone clicked with Artemis having not even gotten close to her goal, the long blonde woman had flopped on Mari's couch with a growl befitting her Tigress alter ego.<br><br>That had been a half hour and a half eaten pizza ago now.&nbsp; Mar'i had started to fly around the apartment ten minutes ago, and Artemis hadn't moved from the alien woman's couch save to cross her long, jean clad legs over the knee.&nbsp; Wearing a simple gray short sleeve shirt, her brown leather coat hanging on a nearby coat rack by the front door, Artemis flicked her gray eyes at the clock once more before letting them fall on Mar'i again.&nbsp; <strong>"Guess it could be worse.&nbsp; Heard from a friend that Madam Silk's pretty good...for what they do I mean.&nbsp; Never did ask what they were doing at a kink club, but whatever, doesn't matter.&nbsp; I didn't ask and they didn't tell."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis mused, smirking despite her foul mood as she started to relax.&nbsp; If her friend gave the place a rave review, then who was she to argue?&nbsp; Still, she was also nervous, although the threat of death would never get her to admit it, since she'd never been tied up....in a sexy kinky kind of way at least, so she had no idea what to expect beyond the little research she'd done in preparation for this night of debauchery.&nbsp; And the videos in question hadn't exactly helped reassure her as to what they were in for since most of them had seemed pretty....painful over pleasurable.&nbsp; But to each their own she figured.&nbsp; Still, she couldn't help but share Mar'i's concern, although a part of her was also excited by what might happen tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 02:10:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/434b4d11-c194-4c68-9dfd-afd34e6909d4_zpssnee213n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Whoever is helping people the most.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:14, Tuesday 3rd of June, 2015.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis, "Rachel" (soon).<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0</div></div><br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i is pacing nervously, contemplating the night to come. She's excited, but exceedingly nervous at the prospect of having a stranger dominate her. It's scary, but extraordinarily hot at the same time. She apologises to Artemis for pacing, but teases her at the same time then quickly puts away the half eaten pizza and retrieves a third wine glass, just in case. She then turns and chats to Artemis some more, seeking to reassure them both over the merits of the planned evening ahead. It will be fun...right?<br><hr><hr><br>Was this really such a good idea? Surely not. There were any number of ways that this could go wrong, from one of them making a mistake and outing themselves to this complete stranger all the way up to this mystery woman turning out to be some kind of Fetish-Themed Supervillain! Oh, you scoff at the idea, but think about it! Killer clowns, crime bosses named after birds, evil quizmasters with a question-mark theme and a giant blue man who seemed to speak only in frost-based puns; Gotham's "usual suspects" when it came to crimelords was already markedly weirder than anywhere else in the world! Would a villainness in skintight fetish gear <em>really</em> be so much of a stretch? There was <em>already</em> somebody on-file with the police who ran around in that sort of outfit anyway, so what was one more? And what if this woman recognised one of them from the news? Artemis was ok - she wore a mask - but Mar'i didn't! Though she hadn't been connected to the mystery alien who showed up every now and again yet, there was still the possibility. If she could find a mask that didn't look stupid and didn't cut off her vision, she would wear it, but alas, there had been no luck on that front. It seemed like she would have to keep relying on the wilful ignorance of the general populace, which thankfully for her seemed to be near enough to infinite that it made no practical difference. If nothing else, what if this woman tied them up, took pictures and then blackmailed them? Whilst Mar'i wasn't exactly a sexual prude - her mother, of all people, had been around long enough to teach Mar'i not to be ashamed of her natural desires and impulses; apparently sex in particular was much more socially permissible on Tamaran than on Earth, where it was still seen as a relatively private act that shouldn't be talked about in polite company - she still didn't want her naked image to be distributed around the internet. At the very least, it could end up with her being fired from her job, and that was not something she could afford. <br><br>Mar'i reached the opening of her kitchen - her flat front room was a combined affair, with most of it dominated by a carpeted, dark red-walled living room and an alcove in the corner dedicated to a decent-sized kitchen - and turned in the air to begin heading back towards the opposite wall. She was hovering maybe a foot off the ground, effectively pacing back and forth between the living room wall and the kitchen, though she largely hadn't noticed; she was slightly too deep in thought for that, at that precise moment anyway. She was being silly, wasn't she? What were the chances that a Super Villain would have enough time to figure out Tigress and Nightstar's identities, ingratiate herself as an established, popular Mistress in the local Gentlemans club and then leak a decent review to Artemis in the hopes that they took the rather niche bait? And why would she target a middle class waitress and not a richer man who she could steal something of more value from? It didn't make any sense, when viewed from that side of things, and on balance the probability was good that it was just a skilled, favoured Mistress who was good at her job. She took a breath in order to calm herself, and tried to remind herself of why exactly she agreed to this; Artemis had floated the idea about a month previously - apparently, she'd noticed that Mar'i had some issues with not being in control, and thought it best to nip those problems in the bud early on; Artemis knew exactly what Mar'i had lost, more or less, so she probably understood the feeling of needing to be in control and evidently had decided to teach Mar'i that losing control every so often was a good thing - and Mar'i had agreed; she'd seen the sense in practising being out of control in a safe environment, and it had sounded fun. <br><br>The idea of a powerful, strong willed stranger coming into her home and taking control of her sex life if only for an evening got her oddly hot under the collar; she couldn't explain it, but even as it terrified her, the idea of not being in control in that situation...it kinda got her motor running. She had submitted to Artemis being on top that night, and it had only solidified her resolve to see the idea through, it was that damn exciting...and it still was. She just had some...what were they called...ah yes. "Pre match jitters," as it were. Once the Mistress got there, she was sure that she would calm down and get into the mood, it was just the waiting that drove her crazy. She'd only made the reservation about half an hour ago or so and the Mistress was down to be arriving soon - they had apparently been very lucky that the Mistress they requested had been free; one of her other clients had cancelled, so she had a rare last minute opening - and already she was terrified beyond belief. It was just the calm before the storm where her mind would think up horrific scenarios, of course, and those would disappear soon enough but it was still unpleasant while it lasted. She didn't like waiting around for something to happen without doing something in the first place, and waiting for a stranger to turn up at her house? It was especially nerve-racking. Honestly, she had signed Artemis up for the treatment as well only 60% out of playful spite. The other 40% was simply because she needed her friends support; Artemis was the first person she actually made friends with in this version of Gotham, and despite her friendship with M'gann...she just felt closer to Artemis. <br><br>For one, she was the first person she'd told about her reality-hopping only a week or so after knowing her, so having her there with her to share the experience and offer support was...well, it was more important than you might think. As sexually active and liberated as Mar'i was, new experiences still made her nervous just like everybody else. The difference was, Mar'i's nervousness stemmed from feeling extremely excited and not being sure what to do with all that energy. Besides, watching Artemis's face as she'd told the woman on the other end of the phone that her friend needed to "Loosen up a bit" had been utterly priceless, even if it did earn several thrown objects and glares. Artemis had appeared to give up once Mar'i hung up the phone, and now sat on Mar'i's dark fabric sofa, her legs kicking idly under the coffee table as she stared at the opposite wall, just past the television. She glanced down at her feet as Artemis spoke, and even gave a soft blush; she hadn't realised that she had been pacing. Well...she'd <em>known,</em> of course, just not consciously. She descended and touched down gently on the floor - they didn't need to tip their visitor off to her alien nature, after all - then glanced up and offered a genuine - albeit slightly nervous - smile as she adjusted her clothes a little. She was wearing a simple dark red flowing top that hung from her shoulders, flowed over the curve of her C-cup breasts and then hung down just above her bared midriff, along with a pair of tight blue jeans that showed off her lower curves in a very deliberate manner; she was hot and she knew it, and her mother had always said to show off what you were proud of...and Mar'i was proud of the good looks she had inherited from her mother. Besides...she wanted to make a good impression on the inbound Mistress. <br><br>"Sorry, Arty; I've just got a case of the jitters. I'll stop; I wouldn't want to make you queasy before the Mistress even shows up, though if all those flips you did earlier didn't make you vomit, I doubt anything I can do would be able to push you over the edge. Was that forward flip off of the wall <em>really</em> necessary?" she stuck her tongue out playfully as she grinned. It hadn't been a flip - more like a corkscrew to try and snatch the phone from Mar'i's hands - but she elected to exaggerate. It was more fun to tease her that way. "And come on, it's not like I was ever going to do this on my own; if you want to watch, you have to participate! Come on, it'll be fun!" she grinned, and she could feel some anxiety melt away slowly. She had Artemis with her...together, they could kick any criminals ass, right? Right! <br>She turned her head a little, then shook it. She needed something to do while she waited...anything at all to kill time. They'd had a glass of wine each, just to loosen up, so drinking was out, and they'd already had dinner so snacking was probably a bad idea - especially with all those butterflies flitting around in her stomach; even the bravest people get fluttery when waiting for something of an unknown quantity, right? Even Batman got nervous or jumpy at times when facing something he'd never seen or done before, right? Mar'i had been handcuffed and tied up before, of course - before, in her original universe - but it had certainly been a while, and this was the first time she was going to be dominated by a stranger...so nerves were to be expected, right? - so she had no idea...what...to do...<em>damn!</em> The pizza! <br><br>They couldn't leave a half-eaten take-out on the table when they had company, could they?! What kind of impression would that send to their temporary Mistress? They needed to at least hide it, right? Especially if she was as good as Artemis claimed; even as she spoke, she grimaced. If she was so good, then she definitely was used to higher standards! What would she think if she walked in and saw half eaten pizza's and wineglasses everywhere? Yikes! Yes, perhaps she was overreacting, but it was something to do and suddenly all she could worry about was what would happen if they were getting into the activities and then one of them fell over and fell into the pizza?! And what if the movement as they got up spilled some wine on her carpet? Do you know how hard it is to get wine stains out of a carpet?! She lifted into the air again, and zipped forwards towards the carved wooden coffee table by Artemis's feet. Reaching it quickly, she closed up the box of pizza and collected it into her hand, scooping up the two glasses and the bottle in her other hand at the same time. "Need to make the place look nice..." she muttered quietly, before turning and floating over to the kitchen. She always preferred flying over walking - so much effort, put one foot in front of the other, keep your balance, make sure your strides are even, make sure you wear comfortable shoes in case of unexpected detours or obstacles, etc etc, so <em>dull</em> - but she couldn't exactly fly in public, so she always did it in private when she could get away with it. The less you do something, the more you enjoy the times you get to indulge, right? <br><br>She reached the kitchen and quickly filed the pizza away into the fridge - they'd probably have it for breakfast the next day - and, after a moments consideration, rinsed the two wineglasses out and set them on top of the kitchen counter with the wine bottle on opposite sides, though at a slight angle meaning that they were closer to each other on one side of the glass and further away on the other. She fished out a third glass, and placed it equadistant to the other two on the longer-distanced-side of the glasses, so that there were then three glasses dividing the space around the red wine bottle roughly into thirds. The least she could do when the Mistress got here was offer her something to drink, after all. She took the floating equivalent of a few steps back, her arms crossed in front of her, then nodded. Yes...yes, that would do. The place wasn't wealthy and flashy, but it was clean and she liked to think it had its own kind of charm to it. She turned in the air again, and noted Arty watching her. She smiled sheepishly as she shrugged. "You know what I'm like...I need to do something or I get antsy." she offered a slightly nervous giggle. She was adventurous and sexually open and open to experimentation and ready to show off her assets at a moments notice - besides the fact that it was fun, an attractive girl got all kinds of advantages and she was more than capable of fending off unwelcome attention - but she was still nervous about letting a complete stranger into her home to Dominate her. <br><br>Excited? Extremely. Just thinking about it had a slight flush rising in her orange-tinted skin and had her anxiously counting down the moments to the Mistresses forecast arrival time, but there were nerves there nonetheless. She'd never been dominated by a professional Mistress before, after all...so she wasn't entirely certain what kind of Domination to expect. There were dozens of different styles, after all, and besides the Hard Limits she had no idea what the night had in store for her and Arty...and whilst that was exhilarating and hot, it was also kinda scary. She touched down on the ground again, and smiled softly at Arty. "Tonight will be fun, I'm sure, especially doing it together." She flashed a broader grin. "Thanks for suggesting this, Arty...I think it's just what I need." Arty was kind of...difficult to crack out of her shell, but when you got through, she was actually amazingly sweet in her own slightly gruff way and fiercely loyal from what Mar'i could tell. She was lucky to have run into her; it was nice to have a confidante to talk to, and had made those past six months in Gotham far, far easier than she'd originally dared to hope...and, naive as it may be, she nurtured the pleasant thought in the corner of her head that maybe Arty felt something similar for Mar'i; it was nice to feel trusted, after all, and if you didn't have somebody to trust...what did you have?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 03:36:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://thumb7.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/137569/317390735/stock-photo-sexy-dominatrix-woman-in-black-leather-corset-mini-skirt-and-stockings-317390735.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Time:</strong> June 3rd, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Crock, Mar'i Grayson<br><hr><br>She didn't often do house calls. So, it was with a bit of a sigh, that Rachel looked at the address she had been given, and then the address she was at. Well, this was the place...<br><br>But, she needed a break. Not from her job, certainly not. She needed a break from her usual clients. There were only so many times she could whip the district attorney, make the mayor worship her feet, or have CEO beg for her to keep choking him before things got old. Not to mention all the other men that came in, and radiated sheer animal lust for her. She was one of the only girls Madam Silk had that didn't allow things to get intimate for even her most favored clients...and most of them were fine with that. She had a way of making them feel everything they needed to for the release they couldn't get in their public lives or with their wives. There were a few yet, though, that refused to accept that. And it was those once she had been expecting to see that night.<br><br>So when a woman called, looking for some home play, Rachel had claimed the booking. She needed a break from men, and women were an all too rare treat.<br><br>Her black hair fell straight, hanging around the middle of her back as she started up the stairs. A long black trench coat hid the tight, black leather corset that she had on underneath, with a black latex miniskirt and thigh-high stockings in high heels. A choker was around her neck, with ruby red lipstick that almost seemed like blood again her pale skin. Her hands had gloves of a thin, satin-y material, and hidden in her coat a few items she may need that night, same with the bag at her side. The clients had requested nothing extreme or painful, so the whip was left at home, but...bindings? Gags? Blindfolds? And a few other toys...<br><br>Rachel just wondered what kind of women these two were. The madam had only said they sounded a bit younger, and that she would need to double-check their I.D.'s before doing anything. She just wondered if they were pretty. Not that she planned on allowing things to go anywhere with these two at all anymore than he regular clients. <br><br>Finding the door, she paused, and let her empathy reach out, just to see what the girls on the other side were feeling. One was nervous in spades, yet eager. The other...not so much, but...annoyed? Doubting, for sure. Hmm...One wasn't planning on being involved in this, was she?<br><br>She would linger, and give the two a bit more time to wait and stew...Before knocking, two, firmly, and waited for the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 04:21:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/3372222779/d95eef7e85e61d4afddb1bc4e5f6edc3.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:20 (7:20) PM Tuesday, June 3rd, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Rachel Roth / Raven<br><br>Artemis only let out another annoyed sounding grunt when Mar'i stuck out her tongue.&nbsp; She'd have to find a use for that mouth of hers later, either after the hired Domme was done with them or during the festivities, depending if she even allowed that kind of thing.&nbsp; Maybe she should have looked into this whole thing more?&nbsp; Too late now, and she wasn't about to ditch her friend when she needed the support anyways.&nbsp; Besides, Artemis understood why Mar'i was so antsy, and it wasn't just what they had planned that was giving her the jitters, although watching the Tamaran half breed organizing her apartment was going to drive Artemis to drink faster than her own nerves over what was going to happen soon enough.&nbsp; Another glance at the clock, and Artemis stood to her feet just as Mar'i returned to start rambling again.<br><br><strong>"Hey, relax.&nbsp; Of course it's going to be fun.&nbsp; Just keep your powers under wraps?&nbsp; I'd rather not scare the woman off because you set her on fire by accident."</strong>&nbsp; The image of a leather clad woman running around with green flames burning at her hair had Artemis's lips pulled up into a smirk, but she shook off the image as she grasped her friend by the shoulders, to ensure she didn't start pacing again.&nbsp; Or flying...or whatever.&nbsp; <strong>"'Sides, maybe I need to let go and just run with this too.&nbsp; So if this goes alright, I'll only dump cold water on your head instead of turning you into a pincushion for throwing me into this."</strong>&nbsp; It was Artemis's turn to chuckle as she pushed past Mar'i to start towards the bathroom just to touch up her ponytail more than anything, having never bothered with makeup in her life for the most part, but before she got halfway, there was a firm double knock on the door.&nbsp; <strong>"That can't be her already, she's early."</strong>&nbsp; Ten minutes early to be exact, but Artemis shot Mar'i a curious glance before she brushed by her to open the door.<br><br>Doing her best to ignore her own excitement and nervousness at this decidedly strange situation she found herself in, even by her standards, Artemis yanked the door open, and forgot how to breathe for a couple seconds when her gray eyes fell on Rachel Roth.&nbsp; Being around the likes of Kori before she left for parts unknown, Mar'i, and other exotic beauties of their caliber was one thing, they were hard to miss in a crowd because they just oozed confidence and sensuality and just made a room brighter by their mere presence.&nbsp; But there was something decidedly darker about this woman that had nothing to do with her outfit, which only served to amplify her regal appearance, making some primal part of the archer's mind want to bow down before this dark, pale skinned goddess.&nbsp; Remembering her manners, or what served as them in her case at least, Artemis instead crossed her arms and narrowed her gray eyes in challenge, not about to bow to anyone at a mere glance.&nbsp; <strong>"Mistress Roth I assume.&nbsp; She's behind me.&nbsp; I'm just the lucky tag along."</strong>&nbsp; Sarcasm aside, which wasn't directed at anyone in particular anyway, Artemis stepped away from the door, allowing Rachel to walk through before shutting it behind her with a casual back kick to the door.&nbsp; That and it gave her an excuse to stare at Rachel's backside, mostly covered by the black coat she was wearing.<br><br>Artemis couldn't help but let her eyes rove over this woman as she passed by.&nbsp; She was bisexual, had seen some pretty good looking men and women both, but again there was something markedly different about this one, something that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end while at the same time making her a bit hot under the collar of her gray t-shirt.&nbsp; In most cases, fists would have been flying if she'd been out on patrol, but they were safe here, right?&nbsp; Again Artemis chalked it up to just being in a new situation, but a little voice in the back of her mind said otherwise, that this woman was dangerous.&nbsp; If she'd known what Mar'i had been thinking regarding the local villains of the city, Artemis might have been liable to agree with her.&nbsp; As it was, she couldn't help but think they might have bitten off more than they could chew, an irony given what they did for a living, outside of their actual civilian lives of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 05:22:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/434b4d11-c194-4c68-9dfd-afd34e6909d4_zpssnee213n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Whoever is helping people the most.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:20, Tuesday 3rd of June, 2015.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis, "Rachel" (soon).<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0</div></div><br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i teases Arty a bit more, then jumps as the door is knocked on ten minutes early. She takes a deep breath to calm down her startled heart, and Arty answers the door. She teases Arty about her prickly greeting, and is then slightly taken aback at the "ethereal beauty" at the door and, further, that she actually seems to be a similar age to Arty and herself. She quickly recovers from her surprise and steps forwards with a warm greeting and a kind-of-lame joke.<br><hr><hr><br>Mar'i couldn't help but giggle as Artemis slipped past her to head towards the bathroom; the idea of a once-stern Mistress flailing around because her head had erupted into purple fire was extremely amusing, in a morbid way. Oh, in her imagination the fire was eventually put out with only a few singed tips on her hair - no serious harm done - otherwise she'd immediately feel horrified, but the mental image of a supposedly in control, dominant woman panicking and running around flapping her arms...well, how did you not laugh at that? She turned to watch Artemis wander through to the bathroom, still smiling, and shook her head in no small amount of wonder; her anxiety, whilst not gone, was severely reduced just from Arty's dry, barbed wit. Was it strange that such a sardonic tone of voice could put her at ease? Or maybe it was just that imagining the Dominatrix in a funny position lessened the creeping menace that the approach of the unknown Mistress exuded with each second that passed without something big happening? Honestly, it was probably a mixture of both. The disarming and unintimidating image that Arty had planted in her head undoubtedly made the prospect of meeting the Mistress easier, since she was now imagining her as a human being rather than an amorphous entity. Further, Arty's own apparent confidence and lack of nerves, even if only put-on, comforted Mar'i a great deal...as long as she had Arty's support, she knew she could handle it. For one, if things went too far and the Mistress didn't pick up on it, then Arty could definitely be relied upon to step in and say "Enough," if Mar'i found herself incapable. <br><br>She took the threat in stride too and didn't bother to return the jibe, instead calling out an almost sing-song "Love you to-oo!" after her as she disappeared. And honestly, she thought she <em>did</em> love Arty. Not as lovers or in the monogamous "I want your babies" kind, oh no. More like...best friends and almost like a sister, she supposed, though they hadn't known each other long enough for a familial label to be attached. Oh, they were regular lovers as well, but that was beside the point. She <em>trusted</em> Arty, as she'd already noted, and that counted for a lot. Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it - any response that Arty might have given was cut off by a sharp, two-rap knock at the door that made Mar'i's heart skip a beat with its unexpectedness and authority. She span around, lifting into the air a little before she remembered herself and instantly floated down to the ground, her eyes returning to normal as quickly as she could manage (her eyes always glowed a dark purple whenever she used her powers). Maybe Arty's joking warning should be remembered with more seriousness; if the womans knock could do that - and honestly, who else could it possibly be? She was early, yes, but who else were they honestly expecting at that point in the night? - what would her general demeanour do? She took a deep breath in order to get her heartbeat back down to a normal pace, taking a deep breath in through her nose and then out through her mouth. Just stay calm. No matter who the Mistress was, if things went bad, she and Arty could handle it. This was just a night of fun, and she could stop it at any time; she knew enough about full-on Dom/sub relationships to know <em>that</em> much, at least. She just needed tp treat it like a new adventure, and let herself get swept away by the flow of the situation and she'd be fine. <br><br>She took a step towards the door, but Arty - ever the act-first-think-later type, which was honestly kind of hot - beat her to it. She opened the door quickly, though she positioned herself in front of it as if to shield Mar'i in case she didn't like what she saw...even though it was kind of silly - Tamaranians were notably more durable than most humans, after all - she never failed to appreciate the protectiveness that Arty seemed to show over her. It was...kinda nice, honestly. Bruce had been a bit of a "throw her into danger and only step in when it was necessary" guardian, but Arty seemed a lot more willing to keep Mar'i out of danger. And you know, it never crossed that line into "I don't think you can handle it;" she helped her do stupid stuff and she always let her do her own thing when out patrolling and she always let her be her own person, but she was always there if Mar'i needed to call somebody for help and was always the first person to leap to Mar'i's defence if something happened. It was nice, having a friend that loyal. She'd said it before and she'd say it again; Arty was prickly at times, but if you got to be her friend - from what Mar'i could tell, at least - she was a <em>damn</em> loyal one. Mar'i craned her neck to try and get a look at the new arrival, trying to see past Arty, but she couldn't quite make it...and she wasn't about to start flying to try and get a look. Thankfully, Arty decided after a moment - and a snarky greeting - that the Mistress was allowed into the apartment, which was a relief, at least; they spent all that money...it would be a shame to turn the Mistress away at the door, now wouldn't it?<br>"Come on, Arty, be nice...or she might give you a spanking." She paused dramatically. "On second thoughts, keep being snarky! If I'm lucky, she'll ask me to give you your punishment." She giggled a little and winked at Arty as she walked forwards towards the door...and then stopped short, though she attempted to make it look natural.<br><br>Of course, that might have been a lost cause; the sight of the Mistress that Silk had sent forced Mar'i to momentarily take a double take as her eyes did an automatic scan of the beauty in front of her, and her brain reloaded its last saved state. Now, Mar'i was a beautiful woman. She knew that. She saw beautiful women regularly, and oftentimes ended up sleeping with them - Gotham was a surprisingly liberal town for one so full of crime and corruption; maybe it was the fact that any day could be your last that made people much less fussed about what people got up to behind closed doors and more willing to experiment when they got the chance - but Mistress Roth? She was...something else. She wasn't "Hot," as the slang went, but that didn't mean she wasn't a looker; she most certainly was. The word that Mar'i would use to describe her would almost certainly be "Striking," or "Commanding," with her very presence being one that exuded authority, control and confidence. The way she held herself, the way her gaze took in everything in an unyielding, powerful manner...yet at the same time seemed to radiate an underlying kindness that so many authoritative people lacked. It was possible that Roth herself didn't even know that kindness existed, of course, but if there was one thing (besides her abilities) that she inherited from her mother, it was the ability to read people. She wasn't perfect and she did make mistakes...but she got a good feeling from Mistress Roth, even if it was overlaid with a steel, unbending will. Still...they hadn't started yet, and she had to make up for her friends prickly greeting. After taking a moment to take in the ethereal, graceful beauty of the woman standing before her, Mar'i took a step forwards and held out her hand for Roth to shake, smiling widely. <br>"Good evening, Mistress Roth, and thank you <em>so</em> much for coming on such short notice! It's a pleasure to meet you." <br><br>She slipped into her friendly, outgoing personality very easily; as nervous as she was, she felt that anxiety sink back a little at finally being able to put a face and a - gorgeous - form to the name. She was meeting somebody new. That much, she could handle...she was good at meeting new people, and this beauty warranted her full friendliness. She wasn't faking by any means, oh no; she was genuinely that friendly. It was just easier to slip into her normal way of dealing with people once she'd actually met them, was all. "Can I get you a drink? Or maybe something to eat? We have pizza, or..." she glanced at Arty, and blushed a little. She'd actually forgotten to go shopping that day, which was why they'd ordered pizza in the first palce. "...or pizza." She looked back at Mistress Roth with a bright-albeit-sheepish smile. She was still nervous, but...well, actually meeting her? It took a lot of the edge off, especially now that she could see that she wasn't actually that far off of Mar'i's own age, at least by her own estimation. She was commanding and confident...but she wasn't <em>terrifying</em> and she didn't look cruel...and that allayed a lot of the worries she had had leading up to the knock on the door. And hey; the best thing you can do when meeting somebody new is be super friendly! That way, you know their first impression of you is a good one, and that could end up being extremely important later on. And if nothing else, she didn't want to annoy the woman who was about to start giving her orders! She might disobey to get to experience her first real "spanking," but being rude on the first meeting? That was just unacceptable! Arty was the prickly one, and she was the warm one. You couldn't very well have two "bad cops," now could you? That would ruin everything, and Mar'i was actually looking forward to that night. And from the looks of Mistress Roth? She had good reason to. Honestly, she had a very, very good feeling about Mistress Roth. She just hoped that she was right about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 06:30:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://thumb7.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/137569/317390735/stock-photo-sexy-dominatrix-woman-in-black-leather-corset-mini-skirt-and-stockings-317390735.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Time:</strong> June 3rd, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Crock, Mar'i Grayson<br><hr><br>Rachel's violet eyes were quick to look over the blonde that opened the door. She was pretty...and fit. Slender, though, so likely athletic, though there was some apparent strength in her arms--likely from pulling on her bowstring, though the half-demon naturally had no way of knowing that. Whatever reaction she might have had to the girl's physical appearance was quickly tempered by the comments she made, though. <br><br>Her head tilted to the side slightly at the sarcasm, and the girl's reference to herself as a 'lucky tag along.' The demeanor about Rachel certainly didn't imply she was impressed, but a polite smile crossed her face anyway, even if the feeling didn't reach her eyes. <br><br>"The tag along, indeed..." she said, her cold smooth, a tad mono-tone, but yet her words would cause most people to have an involuntary shiver. The natural command and control in her voice, the sensuous and seductive undertones. But her eyes quickly dismissed the blonde, and turned to the other beauty. And at the more polite greeting, the faintest hints of an approving smile twitched at her cheeks, and when a hand was offered to shake she took it, shaking it, before lifting it to her lips and kissing the back of it almost coyly. [color]"The pleasure is mine...Miss Gray, was it? And please, you may call be Rachel, until we begin."[/color]<br><br>She looked around the apartment. Not judgmentally, but to get an idea of the space she had to work with. Unfastening her jacket, she would shrug it off, revealing more of her body. Pale, slender arms, with an athletic tone. The top of her chest and her breasts, a generous cleavage pushed up by the corset. Long, toned legs...There was little doubt that if she walked into a club with the two women in the apartment, they would be putting the heads of everyone in there on a painful swivel. <br><br>"No refreshments, but, thank you," she declined politely, folding her jacket over an arm. The two wouldn't know it, but it was a test, to see who of the two might be the more natural submissive, and seek to try and please someone they knew to be dominant by offering to take the jacket, "Is there anything the two of you wish to discuss before we...start? Any concerns I can alleviate, or...Safe words to establish? Hard limits? I...believe I already know at least someone wants spanked..." The barest hint of a tease crept into her voice, as she looked from Artemis, back to Mar'i, her eyes glinting with an almost...predatory look and promise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 07:10:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/3372222779/d95eef7e85e61d4afddb1bc4e5f6edc3.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:25 (7:25) PM Tuesday, June 3rd, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Rachel Roth / Raven<br><br>As naturally guarded and paranoid as she was, Artemis had to admit that despite her initial impression of Rachel, she actually wasn't nearly as intimidating as she had first assumed.&nbsp; Sure, her instincts said there was something definitely funny about this woman, unaware that she was a literal former denizen of Hell itself, but now that her coat was off, the archer had an unobstructed view of the woman underneath.&nbsp; If anything, her defensive posture, mostly for Mar'i's benefit but again partially from her own screwed up life, shifted to a tinge of jealousy for Rachel's alluring, sensual figure.&nbsp; She knew that she wasn't bad to look at with her clothes on, all muscles and very little fat to her slender, tall frame, but take away the outer layer and the scars of her childhood would be on full display, something a few of her past lovers had been uncomfortable with.&nbsp; For now though, Artemis stood behind Rachel, her arms still crossed under her breasts, but she relaxed slightly now that she had an idea of what their hired Domme looked like.<br><br>Besides, it helped that Mar'i was here just as much for her, even if she didn't realize it, as Artemis was there for the Tamarian woman.&nbsp; She knew most of Artemis's story, her family drama, what she'd been through, so having her here even if this had originally been meant for her was far more of a comfort than she'd ever admit to, at least with company over anyway.&nbsp; That and Mar'i's perpetual cheerfulness was impossible to ignore, even for the usually sarcastic blonde who needed coaxing to smile more times than not.&nbsp; That and again, because she was so protective of the few people she honestly trusted, mainly because when they'd first met, Mar'i had been in pretty rough shape, both mentally and emotionally, and Artemis didn't want to see her in that previous mind set again, so damn right she was going to protect her without smothering her at the same time.&nbsp; Still, those were thoughts for another time as Artemis took a breath and decided to tone down the snark as she took Rachel's coat and hung it up.&nbsp; She was being nice, nothing more, or so she told herself, unaware it was a test in the first place as Mar'i made her offer and was politely turned down.<br><br>Chalk another point in Rachel's favor as her monotonous yet somehow sensual voice washed over them both.&nbsp; This was definitely not expected, but Artemis couldn't help but smirk a little as she soon sat back down on the couch.&nbsp; Maybe she too had expected the worst in her own way?&nbsp; Whatever the case, Artemis shrugged as she looked between her friend and Rachel with her eyes alone.&nbsp; Deciding to take the plunge headfirst as she usually did, the archer leaned forward a little before she began to speak.&nbsp; <strong>"I guess it'd be nice to have an idea of just what you do on a regular day.&nbsp; Let's just say the research I did didn't give a good picture.&nbsp; But I think I understand the general idea at least, of giving up control for a while to someone else, of letting go, which is something not everyone finds so easy on a good day."</strong>&nbsp; Herself included, but she wasn't about to admit that.&nbsp; Instead Artemis shrugged again before she picked up her previous thought.&nbsp; <strong>"Sorry Mar'i, but no spanking for me thanks.&nbsp; At least not at first, if ever, we'll see.&nbsp; Not a big pain fan.&nbsp; That and I'm used to being on top.&nbsp; But hey, since <em>someone</em> dragged me into this, might as well try to play along right?"</strong>&nbsp; As sarcastic as that had sounded, it had been laced with a great deal of amusement as Artemis continued to relax.<br><br><strong>"None of that choking stuff, watersports, scat, or anything that'll leave lasting marks.&nbsp; Have enough of those as it is."</strong>&nbsp; The last she muttered under her breath, but it was likely loud enough for both of them to hear her anyway.&nbsp; Thinking about a safe word though had Artemis stumped for a moment until she glanced out the nearby window.&nbsp; The moon outside had her trademark grin returning, albeit a bit subdued from before.&nbsp; <strong>"Hunter's moon, for the safe word.&nbsp; Cliche perhaps, but I <em>was</em> named after the Greek goddess of the hunt.&nbsp; My mother's idea, not mine, but it grew on me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 17:20:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/434b4d11-c194-4c68-9dfd-afd34e6909d4_zpssnee213n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Whoever is helping people the most.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:26, Tuesday 3rd of June, 2015.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis, "Rachel" (soon).<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0</div></div><br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i seats herself on the sofa next to Artemis, giving her a fresh tease and then a kiss on the cheek. She reinforces Artemis's limits, and informs Rachel that the whole Dominatrix thing is new to her. <br><hr><hr><br>Despite herself, Mar'i found herself fighting back a delighted blush as Mistress Roth - Rachel, as she'd requested to be called - lifted her hand to those alluringly red lips of hers and pressed a gentle-yet-firm kiss of greeting to the back of her palm like the gentlemen and princes of old Earthen myth and legend...it was old fashioned, yes, but it was still flattering to think that she was pretty enough to warrant such a traditionally affectionate greeting, and it at least solidified her assessment that she, at least, had made a decent first impression. She didn't doubt that Arty's first prickly comments had damaged her first impression with Rachel, so she'd need to try and salvage that - it was no fun doing anything when two of the participants didn't like each other, and if Arty wasn't having fun, then Mar'i doubted that she herself would enjoy it much either - but that could come in due time. The first step was to get Rachel through the door and settled and get through the initial awkwardness of meeting somebody who was there to Dominate you. She gave Rachel a pleased smile and a giggle, and slowly withdrew her hand when Rachel released it. "You're such a charmer, Rachel," she said with a smile, "And please, call me Mary...at least until we start." A mischievous, flirtatious twinkle entered her eye. "Afterwards, you can call me whatever you like." she winked, then. Yes...she was in her element; flirtation and social interaction was one thing that she was much better at than Arty was. Despite her initial nervousness, knowing for a fact that the woman opposite her was just flesh and blood helped a lot with those nerves. She was new to being out and out Dominated, but she wasn't exactly new to being the Bottom; she was just more comfortable as a Top. Something she hoped would change after tonight...Arty was right; she needed to learn to let go and just go with the flow every now and then. <br><br>She was about to turn to lead Rachel further into the apartment - Arty had made a move to take Rachel's coat as soon as she started undoing it, so there was no sense in both of them fussing and fighting over who got to take this ethereal beauties attire for her - when she caught sight of something odd in the corner of her vision. She turned just in time to see Rachel disrobing to reveal the tight, shining gear beneath the long flowing jacket that revealed every nook and rise of her beautiful form, the shape and tone of her long, graceful legs and the dip of her generous, firm cleavage...Mar'i recovered quickly, of course - she had seen too many beautiful women of all shapes and sizes to be more than momentarily left breathless by the commanding beauty of the woman standing opposite her - but the fact that she was left speechless at all should have been clue enough as to how attractive Rachel really was. Mar'i had assumed that she was beautiful, of course, but that outfit accentuated that imagined gorgeousness perfectly, and something about the skintight, revealing-yet-not latex and leather had her heart beating a little faster as she felt her stomach do a little flip. <em>This</em> woman was about to control the rest of Mar'i's night. It was just unfortunate that, from what she had heard, these kinds of Mistresses had a strict "no-touch" policy. She would have <em>loved</em> to get tangled up with that vision of sex appeal more than anything else at that precise moment in time. Still...she couldn't just stand there and gawp, so she quickly recovered her composure and turned the slight open-mouthed, brazen appreciation she had been emitting into yet another bright smile as she gestured to the swivelling armchair that was set at an angle from the sofa, on the perpendicular side of the coffee table. "Please, make yourself at home!"<br><br>She turned and settled herself down next to Arty on the sofa, sitting on the central cushion so that she was as close to Arty as she could get without sitting directly on top of her. "And please, don't pay any mind to Arty...she might seem a bit stern, but she's a big ol' sweetheart really." she turned her head and gave Arty a gentle peck on the cheek, as if to demonstrate her cuddliness by hopefully not being strangled for the semi-PDA. Of course, she did pout a little as Arty denied her the pleasure of doling out a decent spanking - just like she wanted to feel the naughtiness, she wanted to feel the power that came from giving one out, and Arty had (from Mar'i's estimation) an extremely spankable backside. She'd squeezed and mauled it plenty of times, but she really wanted to spank it at least once - but it was mostly for show; she knew that Arty had a thing about not being comfortable being the "bottom," and whilst she thought that Arty might actually enjoy a bit of Sub Play, she wasn't about to force her into anything. Well...besides the whole dominatrix thing, but then, Arty could easily back out whenever she wanted by using the safe word. It wasn't like she was being compelled to play along, after all, even if Mar'i would be a little disappointed if Arty backed out. Still, their relationship had a good amount of teasing in it, and she would be a poor flirt and an even poorer friend if she let it slide without at least <em>some</em> teasing. As Arty rightly pointed out, Mar'i had largely tricked her into this whole thing, but for somebody who was complaining so much about having to do it, she wasn't making the greatest of efforts to get out of it, now was she? Unless you counted being rude to the Mistress as "trying to get out of it." But then, that was just Arty; prickly on the outside, and warm and gooey (though still a little prickly) on the inside. "You can back out at any time, Arty honey," she said, giggling softly, "but I don't think you will...if I need to lighten up and not be so concerned with control all the time, so do you. You're <em>so</em> much more uptight than I am." She winked slyly, then reached between them and gave Arty's hand an affectionate squeeze. She was a little stiff at times, but she was seriously a lot of fun as soon as you got to know her. She glanced at Rachel and blushed a little in actuality, then; she had pretty much been outed as the one who had mentioned spanking. She didn't know what it was, but the idea of being punished in such a degrading way...well, it was kinda hot. The thought alone made her feel <em>steamily</em> naughty, so she couldn't even imagine what the actual act would be like. <br><br>"I, at least, would like to try it..." she glanced at Arty again, "And I'll get you to try it too, at some point. I promise." she grins a little sheepishly, then nods. "But the rest of what she said, I agree with. I like the safe word, and I'd prefer no choking or scat or permanent damage. No nipple or genital torture, either, please. Everything else, I'm open to trying." she shuffled her feet a little, feeling suddenly kind of nervous again. Damn her fluctuating emotions! She blamed her mother; one moment she was excited and flirtatious, the next she was anxious and a bit nervous, even if her friendly demeanour never slipped. Was that what it was like for all Tamaranians? From what she understood, they were extremely vivid, emotional, passionate beings, and that led to both extreme affection and excitement but also to occasional mood swings in extreme situations. Thankfully, though, she as half-human and apparently they were less susceptible to violent changes in emotion. Well, on paper at least; her experiences had taught her otherwise. She gave Arty's hand another brief squeeze, and smiled again. "I, too, am curious as to how this sorta thing usually goes, Rachel...this is kind of my first time doing something like this." She tilted her head curiously, though she could feel herself blush just a little. It wasn't exactly easy admitting that she was inexperienced in something - especially given her very liberal attitude towards her sexuality - but she should mention it then rather than halfway through. Rachel seemed like the type to understand, if nothing else...and if everything went well, hopefully her inexperience wouldn't ruin the night for anybody. And even if it did, she had ways of apologising that she knew Arty, at least, could never resist. ;)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 19:39:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://thumb7.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/137569/317390735/stock-photo-sexy-dominatrix-woman-in-black-leather-corset-mini-skirt-and-stockings-317390735.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Time:</strong> June 3rd, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Crock, Mar'i Grayson<br><hr><br>"Thank you," Rachel told Artemis when she stepped over and took her coat for her, flashing her a friendly, if somewhat tempting and seductive, smile. Not the one she would have thought would take her coat. Unless...it was a peace offering, for the reception? It ultimately didn't matter. She was used to far ruder and far more unpleasant people. Artemis's sarcastic and somewhat standoffish behavior so far had little impact on the dominatrix.&nbsp; It was likely just nerves. She could still sense both of the girls were nervous, which was completely understandable. The blonde in particular, though, was also...protective? Defensive? Something along those lines. She couldn't tell what, exactly, without probing deeper into her mind and she had little need to do that. She was content with guessing that one of the two here tended to look after the other one.<br><br>A hunch told her it was perhaps the blonde looking after the the other girl. Though, it could be the other way around...She would likely find out when things started going.<br><br>When told to make herself at home, she smiled and nodded at Mary, moving to the chair gestured to and sitting in it. Her every movement was controlled, posture perfect. Her back was straight in the chair, elbows resting on the arms as her hands clasped together. She looked as though she were in control already, as if she was in her own home, and these two were visiting her. Which was honestly often how these sessions went. Rachel just had the unfortunate circumstance of being a vagrant and living in a condemned church. And that really wasn't the best of places to entertain clients in. Crossing her slender, pale legs, she just listed as the two girl talked about what they wanted, and what they didn't know, as nerves came bubbling to the surface again. The act of affection was a tad surprising, but nothing that changed much. It was good to know that these two were likely intimate with each other. They would certainly be seeing a side of one another they hadn't before.<br><br>"What I do," she started to explain, as both asked how this would work, "Is relieve you of all your worries...As you surrender to me, nothing else will matter. You can relax, enjoy yourself, and I take care of your wants and desires that you may not know you've had." It was vague, but, what she did depending on the clients. "I will not hurt you unless you ask for it. But you will be bound and tied, deprived if sight, or silenced so as not to speak...If at any time you become too nervous, or it is not something you enjoy as you may have thought, just say the safe word. If you are gagged, just look me in the eyes as if you were saying it. I will get the message."<br><br>She hoped that would ease their nerves somewhat. Looking around the living room of the apartment again, though, she started to stand again, and stood before the two of them.<br><br>"Now then, give me you hands...And we will move somewhere more comfortable, hm?" The bedroom was a more natural place for this, after all. And more comfortable. This would be their last chance though to speak up about if they weren't comfortably going there, however. Her tone had been commanding, if soft. She didn't seem as though she would be a harsh woman, though, so their concerns about being tortured were unfounded. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 02:00:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/3372222779/d95eef7e85e61d4afddb1bc4e5f6edc3.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:29 (7:29) PM Tuesday, June 3rd, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Rachel Roth / Raven<br><br>While a part of her was grateful that Mar'i hadn't decided to sit on her lap, a small part of her wouldn't have been against it either as Artemis watched her dear friend sit down next to her after making her little comment to their guest.&nbsp; She merely smirked and shook her head, her arms still crossed under her chest, but Artemis's posture was far more relaxed than it'd been before now that she was used to Rachel's goddess like allure.&nbsp; Dark and sensual as she was, that pang of jealousy at being surrounded by two of the most beautiful women she'd seen in her life, although Mari''s body she was used to, having seen her in various states of undress since they had started hanging out together about six months ago, Artemis just couldn't help but wish she hadn't been scarred at such an early age.&nbsp; Sure she hadn't been tortured, not like Oliver, a name and face she promptly pushed to the back of her mind before it could sour her mood, which was still a bit nervous despite the comforting presence of Mar'i at her side, but the training she had endured since she was five years old had left its mark in more than her muscular frame.&nbsp; Artemis knew she looked good, but more than a few of her past lovers had taken one look at the old raised, jagged lines along her body, both front and back, some of which had been created by knife slashes, others by broken bones, and had immediately shifted from wanting to continue whatever they'd been doing and asking about the scars, all the while sporting an oftentimes look torn between pity and morbid fascination.<br><br>That's why she didn't date civilians anymore.&nbsp; Heroes like her understood since they had their own injuries, their own scars, as it just came with the territory.&nbsp; That said, Artemis didn't like to advertise her past which was literally etched into her flesh, except for those she trusted, so it was only natural she was a little jittery for that reason as well as the simple fact this was just outside of her extensive experiences to date.&nbsp; So when Mar'i teasingly reprimanded her, Artemis's gray eyes softened from their usually intense, predatory gleam and she offered a rare smile to the raven haired beauty next to her.&nbsp; This had been set up for Mar'i, not herself, and if she wanted her to relax, she'd do her damn best to make sure Mar'i enjoyed herself, even if that meant she had to let the Tamarian half breed bend her over her knee.&nbsp; So she returned the kiss, albeit she didn't immediately pull away, and nodded.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright, and you should know better by now, I don't back down from a challenge.&nbsp; Besides, this whole thing was put together for you anyway, Mar'i.&nbsp; So if it helps, I'll let you have your fun with me too, just don't get used to it."</strong>&nbsp; She promised while throwing a little of her trademark sarcasm between them before grasping one of the girl's hands in hers, and gently squeezing their fingers together.&nbsp; <strong>"'Sides, I think we're in good hands here."</strong>&nbsp; This she directed more at Rachel herself than Mar'i, some of her earlier confidence returning as she nodded to the dominatrix for emphasis, but Artemis was starting to warm up to the pale skinned woman not ten feet away, so that helped.<br><br>Confirming Mar'i's earlier comment about her being a bit of a softie underneath her rough exterior, Artemis shrugged but nodded in agreement.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm not <em>that </em>soft, but I do have my moments."</strong>&nbsp; It was the closest she'd get to a full on agreement about the 'gooey center' Artemis did her best to keep under wraps, but it was enough to get her point across.&nbsp; Besides, around her close friends like M'gann, Mar'i, Dick, etc, they knew her well enough to see the woman she truly was underneath the mask, underneath her tough exterior.&nbsp; For people like Rachel though, she'd have to earn that same level of trust to put her heart on display, but the fact Artemis was taking such a huge leap of faith in the first place, for Mar'i's sake perhaps, wouldn't be lost on the Tamaraian at the very least as she listened to the dominatrix's explanation regarding what to expect tonight.&nbsp; It honestly didn't sound that bad when put in such a way, in Rachel's soft yet commanding tone, a paradox in its own right that only added to the woman's mysterious allure, making Artemis glad she had agreed, however reluctantly, to be an active participant to this whole ordeal.&nbsp; It helped Mar'i would be right there with her the whole way and vice versa though, but the archer still nodded, showing she was willing to give it a try.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright, I'm taking a bit of a leap of faith here, but I'm game if she is.&nbsp; Let's get this show on the road."</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i she figured wouldn't hesitate to grasp Rachel's hand, so Artemis shrugged and stood to her feet all in one fluid movement before taking the offered limb in her own.&nbsp; She was willing to take a chance, that alone would probably spur Mar'i into action if she had any lingering fears or doubts about what was to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 15:49:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/434b4d11-c194-4c68-9dfd-afd34e6909d4_zpssnee213n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Whoever is helping people the most.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:29, Tuesday 3rd of June, 2015.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis, Rachel.<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> After reflecting briefly on how strange it feels to be looking forward to something that terrifies her, Mar'i agrees with Arty that it's time to “get started,” and takes Rachel's hand. Getting to her feet, she notices Rachel's bag by the armchair, and offers to retrieve it, given that Rachel's hands are now both occupied.<br><hr><hr><br>And just like that...it appeared that the night had begun in earnest. Whilst Rachel's reassurances had been vague at best - besides a few examples of what they might face, she hadn't really explained how the night was going to go - Mar'i still found herself vaguely comforted. Maybe it was Rachel's soft, velvety voice that nevertheless held a confidence in command that spoke to experience and professionalism? Maybe it was as simple as hearing it said out loud that she could end it at any time if she so desired, and that Rachel wasn't going to hurt her without permission? Maybe it was simply that the thought of being blindfolded and tied up, left at the mercy of this ethereal beauty and her fiery blonde tigress, turned her on too much for her nerves to quell the feeling of excitement? She'd never been out and out tied up before, after all (though she had made liberal use of handcuffs before), and the thought of experimenting piqued her natural Tamaranian curiosity and adventurousness...besides, one didn't become a hero without a desire for adventure and the unknown, did they? Despite everything that Mar'i might think in regards to needing to retain control, the thought of having that control taken away if only for an evening...it was scary, but also oddly liberating. She could let go and just let somebody else worry about the details for once. Was that why so many high-powered men in Earth society seemed to delight in the ministrations of a Mistress like Rachel? If so, she understood completely. The stress of always maintaining control could become overwhelming, and the prospect of having an evening where that wasn't a factor terrified her in the most delightfully thrilling of ways possible. Did that even make sense? She was excited, anxiously looking forward to it with a passion...and the fact that she was looking forward to forfeiting her control so acutely scared her...but there was no backing out now. And even if she could, she wouldn't, especially not in front of Arty. They were in this together, and she knew she could do it so long as she had Arty's support.<br><br>And, of course, the idea that she might just get to give Arty a bit of a spanking helped too; she was perfectly aware that Arty likely wouldn't enjoy it and fully respected the fact that Arty might try it once and say "never again," and for all of Mar'i's teasing she would never force Arty to do something she didn't want to do...but on the flip side, you should really try everything once, just in case. Of course, if Arty didn't want to, that was her choice...but that didn't stop Mar'i from fantasising about it every now and then. After all, everybody had at least one fantasy about somebody else involving something that that person likely wasn't "into," and that was fine so long as you didn't force them to indulge in it against their will. The problem was that Mar'i knew from experience just how lovely Arty's backside was, and thus quite a few of her fantasies involved it in some way shape or form. She knew that Arty was generally a dominant person in bed - as was Mar'i - and that only made the fantasy hotter. She would respect Arty's decision regardless of what it was...but the suggestion that Arty might submit to it just for tonight was certainly encouraging, and fuelled her eagerness for the nights activities even further to the point that her nervousness regarding Rachel and giving up her control were crushed down to the bottom of the pile of wildly different emotions that were filling her up at that moment in time. And who knew? Maybe Arty would find that she liked being spanked like the naughty little archer she was! A faint hope, but one that Mar'i clung to...she would hate to do anything that Arty didn't enjoy, after all, and knowing for certain that Arty disliked the experience would sour that fantasy for her somewhat. <br><br>But that was a concern for later, hopefully; she watched eagerly as Rachel flowed to her feet and glided along the floor to stand before them, offering her hands...hands that would lead them to a night of hopefully delightful debauchery and new experiences...those soft, smooth, pale hands that reflected the subtle lithe grace of the Mistress above them, looking down at them expectantly...Mar'i knew at that moment that no matter what happened that night, she would be ecstatic with herself if she and Arty were able to entice that vision of ethereal beauty and soft command to engage with them in a more direct nature than was the general practice of her establishment...a lofty goal? Yes. But one that she would cling to until it became absolutely certain that it wasn't going to happen. Mar'i was a sensual, sexual creature just like her mother and just like every other Tamaranian she had ever heard of, and she felt an unmistakable pull towards the Mistress in front of her simply from the way she radiated sex appeal and quiet, understated command and confidence. She spoke in that tender-but-firm tone of hers that spoke a request but implied an expectation obedience and it sent small, unexpected shivers of excitement down Mar'i's spine. Giving up control...it didn't seem quite so scary now as it had only fifteen minutes ago. She smiled at Arty. <br><br>"I'm ready...let's have some fun with Rachel, Arty! Um, I mean...'Mistress Roth.'" She laughed softly. "My bedroom is through the door behind us-" she gestured towards the door set in the wall behind the sofa "-and on the left...it should be big enough for our...fun." She giggled again, smiled and took Rachel's left hand in her right, getting to her feet gracefully - Tamaranian's had a natural elegance and grace that was difficult to shake, even in the throes of nervousness and excitement - to stand next to Rachel. She wondered at the gentle firmness of the hand that encased her own, and shivered again as her thoughts turned unbidden to images of having them running along her body, silken caresses along her stomach, her thighs, her chest...flowing along her back and through her hair...she blushed a little, and turned her gaze away from Rachel from slight embarrassment...and caught sight of Rachel's bag that she had deposited next to the armchair. She might have wanted to leave it there, but...well, she knew that if she was in a strangers house, she wouldn't want to leave <em>her</em> bag unattended. She glanced back at Rachel. "Oh, Rache- Um, Mistress Roth...would you like me to grab you bag for you?" She asked it perhaps a little sheepishly...calling somebody "Mistress" was going to take a bit of getting used to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 18:07:56</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://thumb7.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/137569/317390735/stock-photo-sexy-dominatrix-woman-in-black-leather-corset-mini-skirt-and-stockings-317390735.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Time:</strong> June 3rd, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Crock, Mar'i Grayson<br><hr><br>Rachel's mind was already spinning with possible ideas and things to do with these two. Both, she could tell easily enough, were strong, independent young women. Both enjoyed being in control (something she was certain made their bedroom life interesting). And both would be made to surrender that control in front of each other soon enough. <br><br>The trick, though, was handling both of them at the same time. Normally, these affairs were one on one encounters. It allowed her to give her full attention to her submissive and give them everything that they came to her craving in the short timespan that they usually had. An hour, usually, occasionally an hour and a half. Her best submissives, the ones that were always polite and on time or would do favors for her purely out of respect and kindness, she would see longer. The relationship between a mistress and her submissives was a two-way street, after all. For very injury she caused on a client, at the end, she would bandage and soothe the wound. It was the proper and professional thing to do, as she saw many of these people at their weakest and most vulnerable. She returned what she was given--a fact especially true for Rachel, considering her empathic abilities and her own inability to truly feel emotion. Having two people at a time was...different, and new to her, not that she would admit it. She was fully confident she would handle this to their expectations anyway. If she felt any less, she wouldn't be there.<br><br>Besides, she had two lovely women to deal with. That alone made this easier, as all the posturing and ego-care that men needed was out of the picture.<br><br>The first time Mary spoke and started to use her first name instead of her title, Rachel's eyes narrowed in a glare towards her, the grip on her hand tightening slightly as she led the two back to the bedroom, knowing the way perfectly once described and not needing to look behind her. The second slip of the tongue earned a bit of pressure on the pressure point just below the thumb, on the wrist--not hard enough to cause true pain, but enough to serve as a 'reset' or reminder for the woman what was expected of her now.<br><br>"Why? Are you trying to tell me I am not safe in your home?" she questioned, tone growing just slightly colder, more commanding, "Do not worry about my things...You should worry more about your tongue, less it slip again, girl..."<br><br>Inside the bedroom she guided them to the bed, where she let go of their hands. Sitting down and leaning back, an almost predatory smirk on her face, she leaned back slightly on her hands, crossing one pale, long leg over the other.<br><br>"My, how pretty you two are in the proper light..." she sighed out, words still dancing on the air like a heavy silk, "Strip, to your underwear, and get on your knees, and tell your mistress how much you are looking forward to what I will do to the two of you..." Then, a slow grin crossed her face, "Actually...strip each other, since you two couldn't seem to keep your hands off of each other earlier..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 22:47:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/3372222779/d95eef7e85e61d4afddb1bc4e5f6edc3.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:30 (7:30) PM Tuesday, June 3rd, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Rachel Roth / Raven<br><br>As nervous as she was about messing this up for Mar'i, the archer narrowed her eyes when the Tamaranian let out a little yelp of surprise after her question regarding Rachel's bag.&nbsp; It had been an innocent enough question, one that Artemis couldn't blame Mar'i for asking really, especially since she was just trying to be friendly, but she hadn't missed the little pressure point pinch the dominatrix had administered to her friend's hand.&nbsp; A part of the archer's mind demanded she put Roth's head through the nearest wall for hurting Mar'i, even though it hadn't actually done any damage exactly, just made her remember who was in charge, but instead, Artemis beat that impulse back since this was what they had hired her for in the first place.&nbsp; The time for talk was over, Ra-Mistress Roth was in charge now, and they needed to play the part assigned to them for as long as this lasted.&nbsp; It wasn't easy though, not for someone who was used to defying what was expected of her at every turn.&nbsp; Artemis had been expected to be another Crock criminal, just like her dad, just like her mother, and just like her sister.&nbsp; Her mother had made a mistake and was still paying for it, but Artemis had made it a point to not follow in the rest of her family's footsteps by defying their expectations, even her mother's who had been nothing but supportive of her choice to be a vigilante over a crook.&nbsp; That said, it came naturally for the archer to not bend over for just anyone.<br><br>Mar'i though was the exception, so she kept quiet, kept her impulses in check, and let Ra- damn it, she was going to have to get used to that herself, Mistress Roth, lead them to her friend's bedroom.&nbsp; Normally Artemis would have taken a moment to glance over the trinity of pictures hanging over the bed, to remember the good times they had had in the last six months, but she was too focused on trying to let go of her natural resistance to anyone of authority, of defying anyone that dared try to push her into something she didn't want to do.&nbsp; No easy feat for her, but Artemis only raised an eyebrow as Ro- Mistress Roth told them to strip and get on their knees once they had before telling her what she wanted to hear from them both.&nbsp; Yet again, that defiant streak a mile wide wanted to tell her to kiss her ass, but that particular voice had a detectable note of unease since this would be the first time someone would see her laid bare that hadn't already known her for a fair bit longer first.&nbsp; This was not going to be easy, but Mar'i's presence, and the fact that she didn't know how to back down from a challenge, helped with that to an extent as Artemis only nodded, not quite as quick to speak aloud and give away anymore of her control just yet.&nbsp; Her control over her world, as limited as it'd been for years, was how she had made it this far, giving that up, alongside Mar'i, was going to take a bit more coaxing, but she'd get there.&nbsp; That and it helped she had such an easy task to start with.<br><br>Shooting Mar'i a quick reassuring smile as they stood before Rachel, who had since gotten comfortable on the bed, her long legs the first thing that naturally drew the eye before one couldn't help but look further upward to drink in the rest of the pale skinned woman's ravishing form, Artemis took a steadying breath more for her own benefit as her hands slowly slid down the alien woman's 'tanned', soft sides.&nbsp; Since her short shirt only really covered her chest and most of her front, her toned stomach not included, the archer's hands were able to glide across Mar'i's soft skin before she stopped at the bottom of the simple outfit.&nbsp; Her eyes conveyed her own excitement and arousal, because as hard as she tried to fight it, Artemis was finding it hard to ignore Rachel's soft yet commanding voice.&nbsp; Something about it sent tingles down her own spine, made her insides quiver in anticipation for what was fast approaching as she hooked her fingers into the cloth of Mari's's short shirt and started to pull it upwards, leaving a quick peck on the right side of Mar'i's neck before pulling it over her head in one fluid motion.&nbsp; Her eyes started to glaze over as lust and longing started to filter into her movements, but Artemis was far from losing her head as she nodded her approval of Mar'i's body, always needing a moment to drink in her orange skin, her curves anytime they were revealed to her.&nbsp; She'd seen it all before, many times, but it always took her a second to realize that this was all hers in some small but important way.&nbsp; Letting her smile morph into a satisfied smirk, Artemis glided her fingertips down Mar'i's sides before grasping the woman by her waist, making short work of the button and zipper holding the jeans in place.&nbsp; With the same ease she strung a bow, they too were soon gliding down the alien's long, firm legs, Artemis leaving a couple of quick, almost tender kisses on her left leg as she went down before pulling them to the side once she'd stepped out of them.&nbsp; Tossing them and Mar'i's top into a distant corner of the bedroom, she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of Mar'i in her underwear.&nbsp; She had a feeling those little kisses would be the last she'd be leaving of her own volition anytime soon that night, but they hadn't been for her own benefit, they'd been to reassure and rev up Mar'i's considerable motor.&nbsp; To get her past her own nerves that much quicker.&nbsp; And a part of herself had wanted to give Rachel a bit of a show in the process, sue her, she liked to show off every now and again.&nbsp; So caught up at the sight of Mar'i standing over her, Artemis remained on her knees before her.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 01:25:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/434b4d11-c194-4c68-9dfd-afd34e6909d4_zpssnee213n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Whoever is helping people the most.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:30, Tuesday 3rd of June, 2015.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis, Rachel.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her specially selected "Sub Suit." (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5a/3b/d7/5a3bd71d35d639f7d45ea7cff075d644.jpg)<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> After a brief moment of renewed panic and shock, Mar'i follows Roth and Arty into the bedroom. Arty's comforting, sensual, careful touches get Mar'i's considerable libido flowing and she soon gets swept away in desire for her friend and in the excitement of being watched by a stranger. She presses hot kiss after hot kiss against Arty as she undresses her, then guides her down towards the floor in preparation for following Mistress Roth's next order before her anxiety reasserts itself and undoes the good work that Arty's ministrations have achieved...<br><hr><hr><br>Mar'i wasn't about to lie; the sudden shift in Rachel's tone from comforting and reassuring to cold and aggressive shocked her into silence for a moment, but what was <em>really</em> surprising was that she didn't feel like she'd done anything to deserve it. Sure, that squeeze on her first slip up was perhaps to be expected - even she knew that you always addressed a Dominatrix, when in character, by her title rather than her name - but she was only trying to be helpful and polite...she didn't know what was in that bag, and she didn't know whether Mistress Roth was particular about leaving it places and she'd only wanted to show that she could be an eager and helpful Sub...this was all new to her, and she'd wanted to make a decent first impression, but she'd just made Mistress Roth annoyed with her...especially since she accidentally let her tongue slip again; she expected a tighter squeeze, but what took her by surprise was just how firm the pressure on her joint actually was. She was a Tamaranian, so she was a lot more durable than a normal human, but even so the pressure on that sensitive little bundle of nerves was sharp and sudden enough to earn a quick, shocked yelp. She wasn't in any pain - it was more out of surprise than anything else - but it, combined with her suddenly cold and unimpressed tone, still shook her with more than a little dose of fear that dragged some of the previous anxiety up to the surface. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea...if she annoyed Mistress Roth so quickly, maybe she wasn't made to be a Sub in any sense of the word? She bit at her lower lip nervously as she stammered a soft "S-sorry Mistress..." before trailing off into silence. She was being silly...right? It was only a squeeze, and she had expected to be "disciplined" a few times for mistakes...she took a deep breath through her nose in an attempt to steady her nerves. She could do this...she just had to be careful, was all. She noticed Arty looking at her, likely out of concern, and flashed her a quick, reassuring smile. They could do this. It wasn't real, and they could stop at any time. She just had to remember that, and it would all be ok. <br><br>They didn't have much more time for shared glances, however, as Mistress Roth guided them into Mar'i's bedroom, placing them in the centre of the floor and letting go of their hands as she went and made herself comfortable on the end of the bed, taking a pose that Mar'i could only describe as "indifferently interested," if that made any sense whatsoever. She crossed her long, smooth, latex-clad legs over each other - a sight that had Mar'i staring for a good few moments as she couldn't help but imagine those legs wrapped around her head, before she managed to shake herself out of her pre-lust - and looked them up and down slowly, like prized ornaments. She shivered a little; despite her anxiety having been sparked by the sharp squeeze she had received just a few moments ago, there was something about that appraising look that had her heating up under her shirt a little...such power, such authority...Tamaranian's were sensual, sexual creatures and nothing turned them on quite like confidence in ones own sex appeal. The fact that she was beautiful and had <em>complete</em> control? It was almost too much for Mar'i already, and they'd barely begun! In situations that required self control, the natural tendency of Tamaranian's to indulge in their physical desires was...somewhat difficult to suppress. She managed it, of course, but it wasn't particularly easy. As for the room itself, the walls are of a similar dark red to the living room, with wooden floorboards underfoot. A beauty cabinet/desk sat just next to the window opposite the door, which had a small walk-in closet was built into the wall on the right hand side. To the doors left, the room extended back down the length of the corridor, with a double bed positioned so that the headboard sat roughly centrally on that wall. <br><br>There was a smaller chest of drawers with a clock, a fan and a side-lamp set on it on the beds left, and an open space on the right where there were at that moment a few pairs of shoes in a semi-organised jumble. Hanging on the back of the door was a "Men In Uniform" calendar, whilst on the door of the walk in closet there hung a "Gotham Girls Gone Wild" calendar. There weren't any other decorations around the place, save for the set of three photo-frames that were hanging on the wall above the beds headboard, overlooking the bed itself, arranged in a rough triangle; the bottom left one was a picture from one of those "Take A Picture Booths" that you could find in shopping centres that featured Artemis and Mar'i, the latter sticking her tongue out and the former wearing an exaggerated "weirded out" look. The bottom right one was a "Selfie" of M'gann (in her human form) and Mar'i both grinning at the camera in front of what appeared to be a marching band in Gotham Central Park. The top one - the one that easily had pride of place - was a picture of all three girls together in posh-looking dresses in front of the Gotham theatre, the picture having been taken by a passerby that they asked for help. The bed that Mistress Roth was sittinng on was currently dressed with plush goose-down duvet and pillows, wrapped in what appeared to both sight and touch to be smooth black silken coverings; they were a tad pricey, but as soon as she felt them Mar'i had fallen in love with how they seemed to just kiss her skin with its light softness. She didn't splash out very often, so she'd figured she could afford to get herself a treat.<br><br>But she seemed to be in for a different type of treat at that moment in time; no sooner had Mistress Roth started to speak than she seemed to think better of it...even as Mar'i's mind raced with ways to try and make her disrobing more pleasing to Mistress Roth, she'd already amended her instructions...and honestly, Mar'i couldn't be happier about it. She loved men and women of all shapes and sizes, but there was a special place that Mar'i held in her heart for her closest friends, chief among them Arty...Arty had been there when Mar'i had been at her lowest, and had elected to stay and help her up from her little hole of depression when she could have just as easily have walked away and left her to it...she was always there, always watching out for her and always getting Mar'i's back in whatever way she thought she had to and Mar'i had no shame in saying she loved her for it. Not the restrictive human type of love - the type that limited you to only one person, a love that you weren't allowed to share; no, that was silly - but the truer, more natural love; the kind of love that could be given to an infinite amount of people because it never ran out, the kind you could go around sharing and come back to the first one and still have it going strong. Tamaranian's had a much different view on love than humans apparently did, and it was the "Tamaranian" love that she held for Arty; the love of a friend, an honorary sister and a lover. Somebody she could talk to <em>and</em> sleep with, and yet who did not expect her to stay tied to one single person...her mother had talked a lot about that true type of love, and Mar'i had taken it to heart. It just...made more sense to her than the overly restrictive view of love that humans had. Why limit yourself, when you had so much love to share? And right at that moment, she got to share it with Arty again...and even though Mistress Roth was watching, and even though she was worried about displeasing her again, she knew exactly how to please Mistress Roth. She was watching...which meant she wanted to see them undress each other. Which meant she wanted a bit of a show...and that turned Mar'i on even more, the idea of being watched by that impassive beauty sending her stomach into doing backflips as she could feel the heat rising inside her as Arty stepped closer...<br><br>As she felt Arty's hand drifting over her side and stomach, her skin exploded into small tingles of excited goosebumps, taking her own step forwards to press up closer to her dear friend and lover...her own hands slipped up over Arty's sides gently, though she didn't make a move to disrobe her; to give a show, she knew, you had to pace yourself...you had to take it slow and show off everything, making sure to accentuate every movement and touch and tingle that you could...and honestly, she had to practice restraining herself. The little tingles of anticipation that Arty's drifting fingers sent up her spine, if listened to, could result in Mar'i jumping on top of her right there and then, Mistress Roth be damned, and that would be a very bad thing for their Domination experience. Besides; she knew exactly what lay beneath Arty's clothes, and she didn't want to just tear them off in front of somebody else. She knew she could make Arty feel better about them by doing one simple thing...but it required her full attention, which she couldn't give if she also had her own shirt halfway over her head at the time. So, she waited, for the time being....her heart beat increased in its already thunderous pace as she restrained herself from touching Arty back, even though the draw to lean in and kiss her savagely was already so strong. It was like a Pavlovian response; every other time they had undressed each other, wild, hot, steamy sex had followed immediately after and her body was ready for such eager, skilful ministrations...alas, not today. Not quite yet. She returned the brief kiss, her lips lingering on Arty's as she helped peel her top off of her sculpted, toned, well-endowed torso and threw it into the corner absently, then audibly gasped as she was pulled towards Arty's hips. She pressed them against Arty a little harder, tilting her head at the slight, soft kiss that was planted there, the fire already burning bright inside her forcing a slightly strained, excited groan from her lips. Even for somebody with as powerful a "motor" as Mar'i had, the way Arty could turn her on so easily always surprised her...she knew exactly what buttons to push, and it delighted her no end. <br><br>She even shivered in <em>disappointment</em> of all things as she felt her buttons pop open, since it also came with Arty pulling away and dropping to her knees, but that dismay swiftly turned to yet more excitement as she felt her jeans slip down her legs and off of her feet to be kicked away to the side, her legs parting just a little at the feeling of the hot, lingering kiss that was left searing into her thigh. She whimpered a little as she suppressed a moan of anticipation, and only just managed to remember that they were supposed to be submissive at that moment in time and that they had orders....otherwise, Arty would be on the floor with Mar'i tangled up in her limbs in no time at all. It had been a few days since they last slept together, and already Mar'i was eager for more of her blonde friend. That was the thing about Tamaranian's; it was extremely easy, if you caught them in the right mood, to get their motors running very quickly...and Mar'i was certainly in the right mood. She'd been thinking about that night to come for the past two days, anxiously working herself up with fantasies of what was going to happen...and now that it was actually happening, that excess lust she had been building up threatened to explode. She just had to release it in the right ways...and she knew how to do some of it, at least. She stood there newly half naked, looking down at Arty as she saw the mirrored desire in her eyes as she took in Mar'i's every curve and dip and fluctuation in the tone of her orange-tinted skin, accentuated and complimented as it all was by the set of pink, frilly lingerie (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5a/3b/d7/5a3bd71d35d639f7d45ea7cff075d644.jpg) that Mar'i had bought specifically for tonight...out of all the colours that complimented her skin tone and contrasted her hair, pink was by far her favourite....and judging by Arty's enraptured look, she agreed. She hoped that Mistress Roth liked it too; she struck a slight pose, one leg cocked at an angle and the other spread in a slightly wider than average base as she smiled down at Arty.<br><br>"Your turn, Arty," she teased lightly, bending down slowly to take hold of Arty's hands in order to pull her up to her feet slowly. As soon as she was up on her feet, Mar'i moved in, taking that small step that closed the remaining distance between them as she looped her arms around her friends waist and pulled her in to rest pressed up against Mar'i's now lingerie-only-clad form. Her breasts rubbed against Arty's concealed chest, her left leg lifting up off the floor a little to rub at her outer thigh as her hands swept their way up Arty's back and into her hair, fingers playing through the small amount of golden mane that wasn't kept tied in that tight ponytail of hers. She caressed the inside of her hair slowly as her left hand moved to lay across Arty's smooth, soft cheek. She grinned and whispered rebelliously, "Let's give Mistress a show...first...we need to let your hair down. It's so beautiful, I don't know why you don't let it hang free more often..." she winked, then as her right hand took gentle hold of the scrunchie holding her ponytail together and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor as her hand then returned to pull through and smooth out the now-freed golden locks. As she ran her fingers through Arty's hair, she decided that she couldn't resist any longer; she leaned in and allowed her lips to lock with Arty's, giving her a searing, heated kiss that helped vent some of Mari's pent-up lust, transmitting some of her desire across the bond. Alas, the contact only lasted a few long, precious, heated seconds; she couldn't allow herself to get <em>too</em> carried away, or she'd never finish kissing Arty, and she still had orders to carry out. She pulled away after a final lingering second or two, her hands having drifted down to the hem of her friends simple grey t-shirt. She had to be careful with this...her scars were a point of guarded shame for her, and if Mar'i just ripped off her t-shirt in front of a stranger, she may well end up hating her for it...and she couldn't possibly bear Arty of all people being mad at her.<br><br>So instead of just lifting it up and off, she slowly got to one knee in front of Arty, lifting the hem up slowly so that, for the moment, the bottom of some of Arty's scars were only visible to Mar'i alone. She knew that she might be taking too long for Mistress Roth's liking, but this part of the process was not something that could be rushed, lest the entire night be ruined for at least one of them...and if one of them stopped enjoying themselves, so would the other. It was that simple; how could Mar'i, for example, be having fun when she knew that Arty was upset? She crinkled the t-shirt up slowly, gradually revealing her stomach and the edges of some scars and Mar'i took the time to lean in and press her lips against the very tip of one of them gently, sealing her mouth around the flesh and giving it a tender, loving caress with her lips as if attempting to seal the old wound shut with her affection. She pushed the shirt higher up Arty's body, slowly rising with it, moving her lips from scar to scar, kissing each one that she passed with a slow, meticulous passion...she reached Arty's chest and kissed between it, past the characteristically simple black bra that she was wearing - she'd have to drag her out at some point to buy something more <em>interesting,</em> if this was the most exotic underwear she owned - and up to her shoulders, then her throat as she peeled the shirt off and threw it to the side. She sealed her lips around Arty's throat, kissing and sucking ever so gently as her hands ran up Arty's back, briefly through her hair and then back down, sliding her fingers over the graceful, delicate, gentle arch of her friends back until it came to her waist where it began to play with the waist of her jeans. <br><br>Her hands followed the waist round both of her sides, her fingers making certain to play over every part of her they passed, making sure to gently and comfortingly caress any hints of scars and wounds they came across as they reached around to the button of her trousers. She popped it effortlessly, and pushed the jeans down over her waist. She returned the previous favour, leaving Arty's throat as she settled down on her knees, pressing soft, hot kisses against the interior of the thigh as it was revealed, before switching to her previous tactic of kissing where the jeans revealed flesh, deliberately targeting any scars she came across. There were less on her legs, of course, so she was done relatively quickly, pulling the jeans off sharply - there were no shoes or socks to worry about - before standing up again&nbsp; quickly. She cupped Arty's face, smiling softly. A fresh feeling of passionate lust washed over her as she felt her body slide against Arty's now half-naked form, her body exploding into delightful tingles as she felt her skin sliding along and against Arty's body, their breasts pressing up against each other and their legs fitting together neatly. She couldn't help herself as the feeling of urgent desire flooded through her and she pressed a fresh, hot, almost steamy kiss against Arty's lips before she pulled away and smiled. She slowly sank to her knees on the floor, pulling Arty's body - pressed up against Mar'i's as it was - with her. <br><br>"We still have an order from our Mistress to follow, Arty darling..." she murmured with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "...I just hope she doesn't punish us for taking too long..." Despite her previous shock at her last punishment, Mar'i's motor was now running at 1000 miles a minute, and the excitement of being in a position of submission to somebody as beautiful as Mistress Roth was back...she was filled to the brim with lust and desire, and that was overriding any feelings of anxiety or nervousness that she had previously felt. She was Tamaranian, and she was in her sensual element. Tamaranian emotions were powerful and all-encompassing, even for half-breeds like herself, and she was in the grip of one right at that moment; the seductive touches of Arty, followed by their steamy kisses had washed away any trace of uncertainty she could be bothered to find; so long as they were together, they could take anything that Mistress Roth threw at them. "After you..." she murmured, winking slyly as she gestured forwards. One more order...and then, most likely, she would come down from her lust-filled high and feel all of the terror that she was supposed to have felt during the undressing. Tamaranian emotions were powerful...but they could also cycle extremely quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 18:28:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:33 (7:33) PM Tuesday, June 3rd, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Rachel Roth / Raven<br><br>Artemis instinctively tensed when Mar'i said it was her turn, having gotten caught up in the moment, the ravishing sight before her, to the point she had about forgotten what they were supposed to be doing, and that they had company.&nbsp; Artemis almost bolted, but the feel of Mar'i's soft hands gently pulling her up to her feet calmed her down just as quickly.&nbsp; She was safe here, she had nothing to worry about, and who cared what Roth thought of a few scars anyway?&nbsp; That's what the archer tried to think of anyways, but it wasn't so easy for her to be comfortable with this with a complete stranger now that she couldn't delay any longer.&nbsp; Still, just as she knew how to make Mar'i melt in her hands, so too did she know how to manipulate Artemis's buttons with the same ease.&nbsp; It was just as well because this was a bit of a big deal for the otherwise guarded blonde.<br><br>Artemis started to roll her eyes when Mar'i commented about her hair being up all the time, more to keep the fear off of her face a few seconds longer, but again she was distracted, thrown off her train of thought, not to mention the fluctuating rise and fall of her heart rate depending on how long she was allowed to think beyond the feel of her girlfriend's body against her own, and instead merely did her best to hold on the last of her control when their lips met.&nbsp; The soft caress of the alien's fingers through her impressively long blonde hair as it was unbound was a welcome sensation of its own before that hand pulled away, letting her hair fall like golden rain down her back and shoulders, just before Mar'i reached down after breaking off their heated kiss.&nbsp; Her distraction and the lingering heat had done their jobs well as Artemis hesitantly nodded for her to go on, although she was uncertain if she'd actually seen her do as much.<br><br>The only thing working in her favor was the simple fact that unlike someone else she had once known, Artemis hadn't been tortured as a child, growing up with a man that had wanted a sidekick in his criminal endeavors as she had.&nbsp; Barring that, the marks on her back and chest were still extensive, mostly an accumulation of broken bones that had pierced through the skin, knife wounds that she'd been forced to stitch up and tend herself more times than not, bullet glances if not outright bullet hole scars.&nbsp; Regardless of their original cause, there were far more than any one person had a right to bear under a normal life, which Artemis most definitely didn't get to enjoy growing up.&nbsp; Accepting that had taken time, but showing off the literal scars of her childhood to anyone was out of the question under a normal day.&nbsp; And while the vast majority of those same marks were small, upraised lines, a few were a bit more pronounced and harder to ignore.&nbsp; All told, over forty percent of her body was covered in them, and those were just the marks on her skin.&nbsp; The emotional and mental impact was still very much present in its own ways, but it'd give Rachel an idea as to why she was so hard to get along with if nothing else.<br><br>But Artemis wasn't thinking about much of anything as she leaned her head back when Mar'i started working her way up, shirt in hand as she peeled it away, leaving smoldering kisses along her scarred flesh.&nbsp; As uncomfortable as she was in revealing herself, something about what the alien was doing always made her feel quite good.&nbsp; A small, shuddering moan escaped her as Artemis didn't fight her, didn't so much as move save to briefly let her fingers run through her friend's raven locks before helping her get the damn shirt off at last.&nbsp; It was all she could do to just stand there as Mar'i repeated the process on her lower half, the kiss on her neck and between her amble breasts still tingling as Mar'i unhooked her jeans from around her waist before doing the same for any marks, of which there were quite a few less, as she'd done so far on her stomach and chest.&nbsp; The almost searing heat alone could have melted steel, or so a small, still functioning part of her brain said, but she hardly noticed, too caught up in the moment to remember she was supposed to be freaking out about letting a complete stranger see her laid bare like this.<br><br>Instead, Artemis was all too happy to return their latest kiss, giving way to the desire and longing Mar'i had stirred up to a feverish pitch before she nodded, remembering their last order as she let her alien lover pull her down to her knees, facing the bed.&nbsp; That quiet voice in the back of her head wouldn't shut up completely, still making demands that she tell this smug bitch she could forget her idea of her submitting to anyone, but Artemis gave that part of her a metaphorical boot to the face, before her hand wrapped firmly around Mar'i's own at her side.&nbsp; This was what they were here for.&nbsp; Even her sly wink only received a satisfied smirk before turning to address Mistress Roth at last.&nbsp; Flustered and still a little hesitant though, it took Artemis a little longer to get the words past the lump in her throat.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm ready...for whatever you...want to do to me.......Mistress Roth."</strong>&nbsp; Squeezing Mar'i's hand a little harder, Artemis took a steadying breath, and waited for whatever happened next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 19:06:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/434b4d11-c194-4c68-9dfd-afd34e6909d4_zpssnee213n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Whoever is helping people the most.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:30, Tuesday 3rd of June, 2015.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis, Rachel.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her specially selected "Sub Suit." (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5a/3b/d7/5a3bd71d35d639f7d45ea7cff075d644.jpg)<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Unable to resist her lust and desire, Mar'i slips behind Arty as she professes submission, agreeing with her and declaring - truthfully - that she can't wait to please Mistress Roth. She manages to reign her desire in after a last searing kiss, and slides into position next to Arty, head bowed and ready for Mistress Roth's next orders...<br><hr><hr><br>For the briefest of moments, Mar'i worried that that flickering expression of doubt that flitted across Arty's face would cause trouble; not because she worried that it would bring an end to their "fun" before it began, but because she worried that her friend was uncomfortable or afraid or upset...she knew that bearing her scars in front of anybody, especially strangers, always upset and terrified Arty, even if she refused to admit it. If she'd had any say in the matter, she might have requested that Arty keep her clothes <em>on,</em> just to spare her that ordeal...but that had been out of the question. Arty had had the chance to say the safe word if she didn't like the idea of being undressed, yet she'd gone ahead with it...she could have stopped at any time during their searing, sensuous mutual undressing, but she'd stuck with it...and if there was anything that Mar'i loved above all else about Arty, it was how she would never back down. If she was given a challenge on anything, no matter how scared she was, she would rarely, if ever, balk and say she couldn't do it. She never gave up, and she always did her best to overcome her fears and insecurities. Of course, it helped having Mar'i there to support her through it - at least, that's what she liked to think - but the courage was always down to Arty herself, no matter what anybody else said. As soon as that expression of doubt and worry appeared, it was replaced by something akin to determination, and Mar'i have Arty a small smile of encouragement as they turned on the floor to look up at Mistress Roth's long, slender legs and tight, alluring body, looking down at them with what Mar'i <em>hoped</em> was approval...unfortunately, her expression at that moment was unreadable in its appearance, and Mar'i was unable to distinguish whether she was pleased or dissatisfied. <br><br>Of course, she did have the pleasure of hearing such delightful words from her best friend beside her; even though she hadn't submitted to anybody like this before, just hearing those words of submission from Arty set her skin alight with desire all over again. She was somebody who enjoyed control and domination and power - she was usually a Top, obviously - and even hearing Arty submit like that by proxy was a turn on all of its own...that beautiful blonde with her seductively graceful lips uttering her compliance and submission? It sent shivers of lust down Mar'i's spine all over again, to the point where she couldn't resist. Even as Arty declared her readiness, Mar'i slid closer, pressing her front against Arty's back as she gave her a gentle, tasting kiss on her throat from behind, her hands moving to run along her stomach teasingly. She couldn't help herself; she just <em>had</em> to feel Arty's body pressed against hers at least one more time, had to feel that golden ocean on her cheek, had to feel that warmth from her flesh radiating through her in an attempt to sate some of the lust that was raging through her body. She trailed her lips along Arty's shoulder, then looked up at Mistress Roth through her eyelashes, doing her best to appear shy and coquettish and alluring. She nodded in agreement...how should a Sub act? She knew what sort of thing was expected in porn, of course, having done plenty of "research" on the topic, but in real life? It was a different matter. She had no idea how to act, so all she could do was try to emulate the parts of the adult movies that seemed to crop up the most often; obedience, eagerness...and an attempt to look cute and alluring. That last bit? She knew that by rote. She knew what men and women found attractive in her, and she tried to apply that cuteness to her current position. The frilly pink lingerie hopefully helped.<br><br>Her left hand reached across her body and found Arty's right hand as it in turn searched for Mar'i's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "We <em>both</em> are, Mistress..." she murmured, doing her best to purse her lips together in what she hoped was a shy, uncertain pout. Ok, so, her current position pressed up behind Arty, her breasts rubbing against her back, her chin leaning on Arty's shoulder and her hand playing across Arty's stomach and thigh was hardly innocent...but wasn't that something people found sexy? Corrupted innocence? She hoped so. This was largely based on guesswork informed by what other partners of hers seemed to find alluring. She hoped it didn't just look silly. One thing she did know was that just <em>saying</em> Mistress got her hot around the cheeks, her body switching gear as it anticipated the fun to come. Something definitely felt good about giving up control, though she couldn't pinpoint it exactly...she knew she didn't feel stressed or worried any more...but what was it about being on her knees in front of a powerful Mistress that turned her on so acutely? She had no idea...and it scared her in the most brilliantly thrilling way possible. Did it feel strange and a little scary giving up her power? Yes, definitely. But if Arty could do it, then Mar'i <em>knew</em> that she could as well. That was a large part of why she dragged Arty in; if Arty could overcome her fears and her stubbornness, then how could Mar'i possibly refuse to follow suit? They were in it together, and she was glad to be able to draw strength from Arty's resolve. "I'm ready to please you, Mistress...I'm really, <em>really</em> looking forward to making you happy...please let us make you happy, Mistress..." Ok, that last bit sounded corny, even to her. Maybe she should tone it down and try to avoid using the <em>dialogue</em> they used in porn. Everybody knew that writing was terrible, so maybe avoid copying dirty talk from adult films would be a good idea. <br><br>Still...hopefully it was good enough to satisfy Mistress Roth. Turning Arty's head gently, Mar'i couldn't resist giving her one last long, passionate kiss filled with desire, her lips caressing Arty's lovely, curved mouth before she pulled away and - somewhat reluctantly - slid from her place behind the blonde and into her desired position beside her. She gave Arty's hand another squeeze as she settled back onto her ankles, resting on her knees as she looked up at Mistress again through her lashes, then averted her eyes down to the floor...the other thing common in all Domination porn videos she had seen? The Subs never looked the Doms in the eyes without permission. That seemed like a good thing to follow there, at least...so she cast her eyes down at the floorboards, doing her best not to fidget as her "motor" roared in her ears and her heart pounded in her chest. Despite her earlier misgivings, she was all-in now, fully revved up for what was to come. She could hardly wait; just thinking about what might happen had her wanting to squirm with excitement, and just thinking about what else she'd be <em>ordered</em> to do to Arty in particular...? Well. Doing it was one thing. Doing it under orders while somebody else watched? It was a struggle for her not to turn and pounce on Arty right there and then. That's one downside to her extreme emotions; they could be extremely difficult to contain and control at times. But, for the moment...she just about managed it by promising herself that whatever Mistress instructed them to do would be so much hotter than disobeying out of reckless lack of self control. She just hoped that she was right, for her own sake, or she might just explode from the building desire and lust inside her...and that would, at the very least, prove to be very...<em>messy...</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>09-12-2015, 17:19:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://thumb7.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/137569/317390735/stock-photo-sexy-dominatrix-woman-in-black-leather-corset-mini-skirt-and-stockings-317390735.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Time:</strong> June 3rd, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower South Side, Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Crock, Mar'i Grayson<br><hr><br>Should she even be here? <br><br>While she didn't show it on the outside, that was the main thought in Rachel's head as she watched the girls starts to obey her orders. Artemis was up first, stepping into her roommate and beginning to undress her. The nervousness and anxiety faded away from the blonde in that moment, she noted. And it was hard to not feel...something else. It wasn't much on the surface yet. But there was something there, something in this young blonde's mind that was a bit more than just what a roommate would feel for another roommate. Even if they were intimately involved. It left Rachel, however, trying to wonder just what she was doing here again. As it was obvious that the two needed no extra help in spicing up their love lives. The building arousal and lust she could feel proved that. They didn't need her to be here.<br><br>That didn't mean she didn't enjoy the show, as bit by bit of the taller woman was revealed. The bronzed skin was a more erotic sight than she had anticipated, as it was revealed, and the lingerie that shown either Mary had prepared for this night or had some interesting taste for her day-to-day choice of&nbsp; underwear. To say the girl's body wasn't incredible would be a lie, and Rachel made no effort to hide the face she was looking over every inch, and was pleased by what she saw. The unfortunate part of all this was the fact that Artemis's actions were just the prelude...and Rachel didn't realize just how...unprepared she was for what was coming next.<br><br>Emotion and feeling surged from Mary in a burst that had caught her completely by surprise. Only shown by the slightly caught breath Rachel took in and a slight shift of her position on the bed, her violet eyes trailed over the woman's body as it was Artemis's turn to be stripped. If she had thought the emotions from the blonde were telling, Mary was almost as an open book that beat its contents into your head--literally. As if on a dime, the fear and doubt and apprehension from the walk in here was replaced by passion. Stronger than she had felt before, but not so much to be overwhelming, Rachel had to briefly stop paying attention to close her eyes, mentally going over her mantra to collect and center herself again, to quickly push aside this new wave of feeling before things went a way they had no right to go. Even if she could feel emotion, this was a professional call, and it was not her place to do <em>anything</em> of that sort with these two young women. Even if her body might want the physical sensations, and even if it could be a quick way to unload emotional build up she was certain this night would leave her with. <br><br>Though, she was quickly realizing that these two would require a touch she didn't often have to use, which was both thrilling and worrying at the same time...<br><br>Violet eyes opened again to watch Mary's show of stripping her lover's body. That was a feeling impossible to miss. A dedicated, sure love, even if it was...open? That was the only word that Rachel could think of to describe it. Not that she did much thinking, and inch by inch of paler flesh was uncovered by the bronzed goddess, who went a little more in-depth and slow than she quite appreciated. They did have a time limit, after all, but she couldn't bring herself to interrupt the two. She saw the scars on Artemis's body, and wondered why they were there, what kind of life she lived. More importantly, she felt how the mental state of the blonde changed as Mary kissed and touched them, insecurity and fear washing away for passion and love and...This was going to be a hard night indeed...Between the lust these two felt, it would he hard indeed.<br><br>But then both were on their knees before her. Artemis's apprehension had returned, though Mary was still a riling mass of corrupted innocence and lust, and...damn it, there was something different with this girl. At their words, though, she smiled approvingly, and let out a soft sigh.<br><br>"Hmm...Acceptable. But we shall see if you earn the privilege of my pleasure, girl." she said, standing, moving before them. She crouched enough to stroke the sides of both of their faces with a hand, small amount of feeling flowing back through her into them--reassurance, from when Artemis had been acting to calm Mary and ease any lingering fears and doubts, and pleasure from their actions on each other to plant the seeds in their mind that they wanted her touch, and wanted her happy. "That was well done though, my pretty little girls...I think one of you deserves a reward, hm?" <br><br>Standing, she looked over at Mary.<br><br>"Mary, since you took so much enjoyment from that...I want you to sit, right here, and watch what comes next. Do not move, do not touch yourself, do not make a sound....Understood?" she asked, before shifting her attention to Artemis, "And you, Artemis...stand up, and come to the bed..."<br><br>She would take the blonde and guide her to the bed despite the order, turning her around and gently pushing on her shoulders to sit her down, and then lay her back on it. The smile on Rachel's faces was confident, and yet reassuring, promising the blonde so much if she just obeyed...As Artemis was pushed down, Rachel crawled over top of her, straddling her, yet not allowing her full weight to settle on her. Her pale, slender hands, slightly chilled to the touch, moved down her shoulders, down her arms, tracing the lines of any scars she came across, until she could grab her wrists and slowly guide them up over her head.<br><br>"Mmm...You're so strong..." she breathed out, quietly, as if the praise was only meant for Artemis's ears, even though Mary would be able to hear her as well, "But so tense...Wouldn't it be nice to just...surrender, for a night? To not worry about being so strong, so in control, and just...let another take care of you?" then her voice got softer, "Wouldn't it be so nice if it were Mary, doing this to you?" She held the blonde's hands up above her head with one hand, the other reaching into the cleavage of her corset and seemingly pulling out two silken ties that were dark purple in color, before separating them along the headboard. She would let her breath play gently against Artemis's forehead, her thighs gently squeezing the girl's sides, before placing a soft kiss to a spot right in the center, where on her own face her chakra gem was. Then, she sat up some, and looked over her shoulder at Mary.<br><br>"Would you be a good girl and go and get my bag for me, now? And don't delay, or my new pretty here will get started without you..." she ordered the other girl, before focusing on Artemis again. Her hands were tied to the head of the bed, a blindfold placed gently around her eyes, and Rachel started to let her hands stroke along her arms back down to her shoulders. "Relax, be a good pet...And everything will be so much better...No more pain, no more worry. Just you...and me..."<br><br>As her hands traced scars, so too, soon, did her lips. She avoided any intimate areas. Never did she touch her lips, or go near her breasts or between her legs...though a few times she teased that she might, just to work up her anticipation. <br><br>"Such a strong body...So, beautiful," she purred, to stroke Artemis's confidence and ego, as her lips placed another soft kiss to a scar on her shoulder, "You may speak, you have been a good girl...What do you want? What does mistress's little pet want of her?" Hands and lips continued to tease along her body, leaving no visible scar alone, and left unloved, as each touch and kiss pushed into Artemis's body more of the care and lust that Mary had felt for the blonde earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 04:51:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:40 (7:40) PM Tuesday, June 3rd, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Rachel Roth / Raven, M'gann M'orzz (Megan Morse) / Miss Martian<br><br>Artemis would probably never figure out how Mar'i always managed to make her feel so comfortable and at ease, despite everything she knew about the archer.&nbsp; Even with her pressed against her back, trailing kisses up and down her neck and back, her hands rubbing against her toned, flat stomach, Artemis couldn't have been happier at having the raven haired woman here to share this admittedly strange situation with, even though the idea had started out JUST for Mar'i to enjoy.&nbsp; She'd have stuck around in case anything went wrong, but now, Artemis was glad that the Tamaranean had decided to pull a fast one on her and include her in the night's fun.&nbsp; Despite her reluctance to submit to anyone, Raven was making it easy to want to give in, to drop her stone walls surrounding her heart and mind, those same walls that made it difficult for your average person to get past the snark she usually radiated like a sickness.&nbsp; Smiling as Mar'i corrected her, Artemis shrugged as she kept still, not because she didn't want to turn around and run her hands all over Mar'i, if anything it was a testament to her self control that she hadn't already turned around and started snogging the shit out of her then and there, but because they still had Mistress Roth, and her time was precious.&nbsp; The bill for that time had certainly said so anyway, but Artemis couldn't help but relax when Raven stood and ran a hand across her face, saying they'd done good and had earned something for their efforts.<br><br>This was....different, to say the least.&nbsp; Usually she wasn't rewarded for something so simple yet at the same time usually reserved for Mar'i and herself alone, but something about the pale skinned woman's tone of voice and gentle caress across her cheek had sent tingles down Artemis's spine.&nbsp; More so than even Mar'i usually did, which in itself was just downright weird for the archer to admit to privately, yet there it was.&nbsp; She <em>wanted </em>to make this Domme happy, just as Mar'i stated aloud for both of them, although a small part of her brain still wondered why she was wanting to bend over for this complete stranger.&nbsp; Thankfully she didn't dwell on it long as she was ordered, in that soft, commanding voice that felt like satin against her flushed skin, to stand to her feet, which Artemis managed to do in one fluid, feline like movement before she was gently pushed onto her back on the bed once Raven had guided her to it.&nbsp; A small, soft moan escaped the blonde's throat, but she didn't protest, a thrill shooting through her body at being handled by such a strong, commanding, alluring woman, even if she was being gentle about it.&nbsp; She could sense strength in those long, pale arms, and given her liking for strong, powerful women, that was getting her hot and bothered in and of itself.&nbsp; Raven had pushed all of her buttons so far, and one she hadn't even known she had, by commanding her in that voice that sent goosebumps raising across her heated olive skin, making Artemis's breath catch in her throat when she started to crawl on top of her.&nbsp; If she'd been able to speak, she might have begged for the first time in her life, in her mother's native tongue no less, but all she could do was watch, her gray eyes fixated on the leather clad goddess on top of her.&nbsp; Unknowingly to Artemis herself, she had started to bite her lower lip, so enraptured by the sight before her.&nbsp; Usually she only worried at her lower lip when she was with Kori since the full blooded Tamaranean was one of the single most beautiful people on the planet, yet she might as well been a figment of her fevered mind at that moment as Raven set to work.<br><br>Had there been a time she'd been so turned on in her life?&nbsp; Answer:&nbsp; Not that Artemis could think of as Raven's gloved hands ran along her skin, a little cold, but against her hot, olive tanned skin, she might as well have pulled out an ice cube.&nbsp; Still, it was nice, very nice indeed as another soft, shuddering moan escaped her lips as Raven traced any scars she found before gently taking her hands and binding them one at a time to the bed itself.&nbsp; When asked the question about Mar'i doing this to her, the vivid image of her Tamaranean lover tying her up sent another bolt of hot, liquid desire shooting through her and Artemis could only breathe out two little words.&nbsp; <strong>"Y-yes Mistress."</strong>&nbsp; Too late, she realized she probably shouldn't have spoke, but Artemis was a little lost in the moment to consider the possible consequences.&nbsp; But could anyone blame her her momentary lapse in decorum?&nbsp; Rules she didn't fully understand just yet, but she was catching on.&nbsp; That said, this was turning into sensory overload, a slow torture of the most sensual kind she'd ever experienced before, and Artemis couldn't get enough as Raven's hypnotic voice filled her ears and erased any lingering fears and doubts she had left.&nbsp; For the first time in a long time, she was starting to let go, truly let go.&nbsp; Even when the blindfold was put over her eyes, Artemis only let out a needy whimper, but she didn't protest or resist.<br><br>Helpless, and now blind, well, technically she could have freed herself by dislocating her thumb or something, but that'd draw unwanted attention, but the point remained that Artemis let out a strangled gasp when Raven started to caress and kiss her way across her scarred body.&nbsp; Without her sight, that most basic of senses she'd relied upon over any of her other senses her entire life, given her profession as an archer vigilante even in her Tigress get up, Artemis's other senses kicked into overdrive, compensating for the loss.&nbsp; Which just made Raven's ensuing slow kisses and touches to her flesh that much more intense.&nbsp; If Raven ever did get between her thighs, she'd have noticed the considerable damp patch on the archer's simple black underwear.&nbsp; But when asked what she wanted, Artemis could only think of one thing.&nbsp; It shouldn't have come as a surprise really as another shaky moan escaped her lips, Raven's breath tickling across the flat of her stomach before her lips soon followed, sending another wave of pleasure down her spine.&nbsp; <strong>"I-I want you to touch me....please Mist-mistress.&nbsp; H-help me surrender to you....Mistr-ress Roth."</strong>&nbsp; She was there, on that edge, but she'd need that extra push before she let go completely.&nbsp; That said, if she'd been coherent enough to realize what she had asked, Artemis might have kicked herself since she was pretty sure Dommes weren't supposed to get involved in that particular way with their clients, but again, no one could blame her for her slip up, both born of ignorance of how this usually worked and because of her own body's rampant need for release, stirred up by both Mar'i and now Raven's soft, intoxicating caresses across her body.&nbsp; No one had seen Artemis so undone before, and it was unlikely it'd happen again with such ease, but again Artemis would have thanked Mar'i for dragging her into this, if she'd been able to think about anything else.<br><br>Unbeknownst to Mar'i, and Raven, for the moment anyway, M'gann M'orzz had decided to drop by after all and see how everyone was doing.&nbsp; She felt dirty and unclean just thinking about checking on her two best friends/sisters on Earth, Artemis being the latter over the former, but the fact remained that she hoped their plan was working in helping Mar'i relax a bit.&nbsp; So she landed on the roof of Mar'i's apartment and cast her mind downward, knowing Artemis's mind a ten miles off without needing to actively search for it, (although her telepathic range was two miles, and that was when she was able to properly concentrate with no distractions).&nbsp; That said, she gently squeezed herself into the blonde archer's mind, and about pulled out just as quickly when she caught the last five minutes of what Raven had been up to with her long time Earth friend.&nbsp; Her cheeks couldn't have been redder if she'd tried, but her innocent curiosity and need to know if they were....having fun, for lack of a better word, made the martian stay, an unfamiliar heat radiating through her own body as she tried to pierce the blindfold through sheer force of will.&nbsp; Even if she could have concentrated enough do peek through the silky obstruction, which was impossible anyway while looking through another's eyes and not her own, M'gann would have found it too hard to look anywhere else but at Raven anyway rather than seek out Mar'i, who was being forced to watch as Artemis was made to surrender to the dominatrix.&nbsp; As it was, it was taxing just riding out Artemis's need and lust, but she wasn't the most powerful psychic on the planet for nothing.&nbsp; Separating her own desires and that of Artemis's wasn't easy, but she was able to put a buffer between them, while still leaving the sensory side of things still open.&nbsp; Even then though, it was all M'gann could do not to touch herself through the fabric of her bio clothes.<br><br>((Hope that works for you Ace and Tanner&nbsp; ;D&nbsp; And this is why I wanted to write this post from my computer lol))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 16:19:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/434b4d11-c194-4c68-9dfd-afd34e6909d4_zpssnee213n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Whoever is helping people the most.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:41, Tuesday 3rd of June, 2015.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis, Rachel.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her specially selected "Sub Suit." (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5a/3b/d7/5a3bd71d35d639f7d45ea7cff075d644.jpg)<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Overcome by unsatisfiable lust by order of Mistress, Mar'i watches in desperation as Arty is teased and played with and Mar'i is unable to pleasure herself like she feels she <em>needs</em> to. She jumps to obey Mistresses command, and returns just as Arty begs to be played with and dominated more. She hesitantly speaks up, declaring that she has the bag that Mistress wanted, both hoping that she doesn't displease Mistress...and kind of hoping that she <em>does...</em><br><hr><hr><br>What happened next was beyond Mar'i's wildest imagination of what could possibly happen; not the act itself - she had, after some basic research on Dominatrix's decided that one of them being tied up at some point was probably a given - but just how...how <em>hot</em> it made her. She knew about the thrill of <em>being</em> watched, of course, and was intimately familiar with just how arousing it could be knowing that what you were doing was turning somebody on, or that they were enjoying the show while you enjoyed performing; she had felt that thrill when she had been undressing Arty, getting a perverse excitement from having somebodies critical, watching eyes fixed on them as they performed something that should traditionally be a private affair...the breaking of a taboo and the rebellion from tradition and the pleasure of getting to show off all combining into a heady mix...but she had never imagined that watching and being unable to get involved could get her motor running just as fast, just as loudly as the actual performing...but it was a night for being proved wrong, it seemed; Mistress Roth played them both like a finely tuned instrument, plucking their strings and twisting their dials just enough to make them experience new things in delightfully torturous ways. She obviously chose Mar'i to stay watching since Mar'i was the most obviously turned on of the pair at that exact moment, unable to keep her hands to herself...so Mistress derived the exquisite torture of sitting still and not being allowed to satisfy that lust in the pit of her gut. And for the moment, at least, Mar'i was perfectly ok with that. <br><br>She watched as her best friend and lover was pushed down onto her bed, unable to disobey that cool, commanding tone even if she wanted to, the voice sending shivers of anticipation and <em>need</em> down her spine; it was unexpected, but the way Mistress easily took control and exerted her will in that soft, insistent tone of voice that wasn't cruel and domineering yet expected to be obeyed without question made her quiver with a previously unknown type of need. She needed to be instructed by that powerful yet understated voice, and she <em>wanted</em> to please the owner of it enough that she could be ordered to do what she longed to do - namely, crawl up on top of Arty and ravish her mercilessly - and yet she wasn't given the chance! It made her want to squirm in frustration, but she forced herself to remain still, not daring to even wriggle uncomfortably at the levels of desire and energy that were flowing through her body in case Mistress somehow knew that she had disobeyed. She swallowed a little as she watched Arty being pushed down on top of the bed that they'd shaken together so often, the pillows and duvet that had experienced so much passion and raw, carnal energy now being witness to yet a new experience, a new first for Arty...<em>that Mar'i wasn't getting to share!</em> The thought almost drove her to scream the safe word in desperation and leap upon Arty, but she bit her tongue. This was the point of the evening; relinquish control and let somebody else dictate how things progressed. And as much as she hated being unable to sate the rising tide of lust in her stomach, as much as she hated being unable to reach down and plunge her fingers inside herself just to try and take the edge off of the rampant desire that was flooding her brain, as much as she hated being unable to shove Rachel off of Arty and mount her herself...as much as she hated watching and listening as Arty moaned and writhed under Rachel's ministrations and as much as she hated <em>not being touched by that Goddess herself...</em>she found with no small amount of shock that that hatred was entwined with a perverse, desperate <em>love</em> of the feeling. <br><br>It was just so...so hot. So agonisingly delightful, painful but in the most pleasurable way she could imagine. She squeezed her thighs together more tightly in an attempt to keep from fidgeting as her Arty declared in the hottest, most strained voice she had ever heard that <em>she</em> wanted Mar'i on top of her as well...she craned her neck in an attempt to see slightly better, openly oggling the arching, writhing blonde body tied to the bed and the fantastic figure of the leather-clad Mistress who was so effectively playing on their shared desire to torture them both. She needed to move, to do something or she just might explode from the pressure building between her legs and in her stomach that demanded not to be ignored or neglected any more. The lust and pressure of not being allowed to satisfy that craving, ravenous passion chased away all other sentiments in her head, drowning her previous hesitation in nothing but a wave of tortured pleasure and sweet agony, to the point where even the rest of the world started to fade away as she focused just on the two gorgeous figures on the bed...one beneath, writhing helplessly in ecstasy, and the other on top, doing her best to perform slow, sensual torture...so lost was she that she almost jumped out of her skin when Mistress sat up and looked at her, and she belatedly realised that they had barely gotten started and she was already almost drowning in unsated desire. What the <em>hell</em> was she going to do when things got steamier? Mistress had only been <em>touching</em> Arty, and it had almost proved too much for them! Suddenly, Mar'i found herself growing ever wetter at just the <em>thought</em> of what the rest of the night would be like. But first, she had to obey Mistress; she gave Mar'i an order, and no sooner was it out of her lips than Mar'i was on her feet - casting a lingering, longing gaze over Arty's stretched out, bound and helpless form - and the words "Of course Mistress! Right away, Mistress!" tumbled out of her mouth unbidden before she turned and bolted out of the door as quickly as she could without outright flying.<br><br>She shot into the living room - almost tripping over her own feet in her hurry to retrieve that mysterious black bag that had gotten her yelled at earlier - and practically vaulted over the sofa in a dive for the bag. She caught its handle and allowed herself, in her excitement, to float to a stop in mid-air before dropping to the ground and literally sprinting back down the corridor, flushed red and out of breath from both the sudden exertion and the effort of keeping a lid on her lust. She took a quick moment outside the room to collect herself, then slipped back inside as quickly as she could in order to give them as little chance of "starting without her" as possible; she wanted to be there for all of it, including the torture of her own self control, as strange as that may have sounded. She didn't want to have to stand there and watch, unable to touch herself, but she didn't want to miss a single minute of Arty's submissive torment. She wasn't disappointed; as she slid into the room, she was just in time to hear Arty's strained, panting, moaning confession as Mistress looked down at her with what Mar'i <em>hoped</em> was a pleased expression. She looked at Arty's half naked, flushed, panting, sweating body, writhing against the restraints as she tried to control her overwhelming desire and felt a keen empathy with how she must be feeling; just as Mar'i was forced to watch one of the hottest sights she'd ever seen without giving herself any relief from the lust that plagued every corner of her now desire-ravaged body, Arty was enduring the hot, steamy kisses and lingering caresses of one of the most beautiful women they'd ever seen, and was completely unable to do anything to escalate it or satisfy her own desires. <br><br>Mar'i's hands clutched the handles of the surprisingly heavy bag, her knuckles having turned white at just how hard she was gripping them in an effort not to run across the room and join in, orders be damned...it was a good thing the handles were fabric, since a plastic handle would have shattered by now in her grip. She swallowed a little, and risked speaking; she was both excited and terrified by the prospect that it might get her punished, but Mistress had asked her to retrieve her bag, after all... "M-Mistress..." she said hesitantly, pressing her thighs together harder in an attempt to stem the rising flood that she could feel accumulating, "...I...I got your bag for you..." She lifted up the bag a little, as if to present it nervously to a strict teacher or parent for inspection. She swallowed a little, and glanced at Arty again, every sight and every sound in that room only serving to turn her on more and more. Every second was torture as her body heated up further to a point she didn't know was possible...that was why people liked orgasm control and restraint...every moment you went without acting on it, the delightful agony of unaddressed desire just increased in magnitude until you couldn't concentrate on anything else. From the half naked Arty to the leather clad Mistress on the bed...Mar'i didn't know which one turned her on more, or which one she wanted to finally drive her to screaming orgasm - which she was <em>already</em> close to getting on her knees and begging for; that's how powerful her unsated Tamaranean lust was at that point - and she both hated and loved it in equal measure...and she knew right then that she'd never want that night to end, if it was all as exciting and pleasurable and torturous as it felt at that sweet, agonising moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 08:03:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://thumb7.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/137569/317390735/stock-photo-sexy-dominatrix-woman-in-black-leather-corset-mini-skirt-and-stockings-317390735.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Time:</strong> June 3rd, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower South Side, Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Crock, Mar'i Grayson<br><hr><br>Rachel just grinned, slowly sitting up&nbsp; and straddling Artemis's legs. Mary was still gone fetching her bag, giving her some few moments to enjoy this alone time...Though with how quickly that young woman was moving and the sheer lust and energy radiating off of her, they would be a scant few moments indeed. <br><br>She had some things to do with just her, and Artemis...<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Aw...But I am touching you, my little pet,"</span> she all but purred out, leaning forward, her hands tracing their way up Artemis's stomach, they up her sides, to her shoulders, until Rachel was all but laying fully on the blonde. But she wasn't--keeping their breasts from touching. It was far too soon for any kind of intimate touch like that. Far, far too soon. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Why are you asking for what I am already giving? Silly, silly girl..."</span> She lowered enough then that her face was just mere inches from Artemis's. Her breath played against the blonde's lips...and she tilted her head. For a moment she thought she had felt...her hands came up, cupping Artemis's cheeks, thumbs stroking across her face, and on a whim she let her soul-self extend just a little bit...<br><br>Ah! So she had felt that...<br><br><em>Now, now...Who is spying?</em> her mental presence spoke straight to M'gann, as she rerouted the lust and energy she was taking from Artemis and channeled it straight back to the one who was spying. As Mari'i entered the room again, she would see Raven pulling Artemis's blindfold off with her teeth. <em>Well, enjoy the show...</em> she mentally teased the telepath that was looking in on them. Grinning seductively down at Artemis and whoever was seeing through her eyes, she lowered just enough to give the woman's lips a faint brush with her own, before she say up again and looked back at Mary.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Oh, such a good girl..."</span> she said, winking at Artemis, before sliding off of her and standing and all but gliding over to Mary. Taking the bag from her, she opened in, reaching in and pulling out a black leather riding crop, with a large feather on the bottom of the handle. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Now, for your reward, you need to stand perfectly...perfectly still...Understood? And, you, my dear...Watch,"</span> she said, looking back at Artemis. <br><br>Spinning the crop in her fingers, Raven looked Mary up and down. This bronzed goddess, standing just about as tall as she was, and so much more beautiful...A fuller form, and yet still fit, and holding such a strong and alluring tan...And <em>radiating</em> lust and need. Walking around her, she trailed the feather over Mary's skin, the light touch as tempting and teasing as she could make it. Up a thigh, to her stomach, over over her cleavage, over a shoulder as Rachel walked behind her, down her back...And when she reached the girl's waistline, the crop swiftly spun in her fingers, the leather end smacking one cheek of the young woman's behind. Not in a painful, or overly painful way, just to surprise and shock her. She had been interesting in a spanking, after all...Once more, the feather trailed around her body, before another strike to her behind. <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Now, now..."</span> she sighed out, and turned and walked away from Mary, back to Artemis, trailing the feather up her body then, from her foot, um a leg, over her stomach, her breasts, her, and face...Then she untied the bands around her wrists, and handed the stick out to Artemis.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Now, be a good girl, and take this to your lover over there...Give her this...and ask her to touch you with it, since that was what you wanted, hm?"</span> She sat on the bed, then, and gestured for her to go, a grin on her face, as she expected a good show. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 21:39:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:44 (7:44) PM Tuesday, June 3rd, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Rachel Roth / Raven, M'gann M'orzz (Megan Morse) / Miss Martian (psychic link)<br><br>Mar'i was far from the only one finding it extremely difficult to keep herself contained.&nbsp; Any other time, Artemis would have been giving Mar'i what she wanted and vice versa by now, but tied down, blindfolded, and being slowly worked into a fever pitch was both beyond exciting and agonizing in equal measure.&nbsp; Who would have guessed that something like this would become her new favorite passtime when they had the time to devote to it of course, but if someone would have told her she would have enjoyed this, Artemis would have laughed in their face.&nbsp; Now though?&nbsp; Despite the raging desire running rampant through her sweaty, panting body, Artemis was finding it hard to imagine what could have topped this, short of actually having that same desire satisfied of course.&nbsp; Which Raven made clear with her following, teasing words, that she wasn't planning on doing just yet.&nbsp; The whimper that escaped the archer's lips as the domme's hands cupped her cheeks and blew a breath across her lips, making Artemis's shiver yet again, would have sounded cute if it hadn't sounded so desperate for satisfaction.&nbsp; Still, she managed not to speak out against Raven, to demand what she needed, not that it'd have done her any good if she had.&nbsp; And the still functioning part of her mind admonished the archer for asking for what she was already being given, realizing too late she should have been far more specific in her request.&nbsp; Too late now though, and so all Artemis could do was whine like a lost puppy as Raven continued her slow, methodical sensual play across her heated flesh.&nbsp; As for the foreign presence in the back of her mind, any other time Artemis might have called M'gann out, but she was a little preoccupied with what was happening to notice her long time friend stopping by to see how things were going to do any such thing.<br><br>M'gann wasn't so fortunate as she was quickly overwhelmed by a wave of lust that wasn't her own when Raven caught her.&nbsp; She didn't know what surprised her more, the feeling she was being hit with that had her breath catching in her suddenly dry throat, or the soft, commanding voice that dominated the link that she hadn't expected to hear aimed at her of all people.&nbsp; So caught off guard in fact, M'gann could only groan, and shakily answer Raven's question.&nbsp; <em>"M-M'gann M'orzz.&nbsp; I know them w-well, Mistress Roth was it?&nbsp; I-I helped pay for your being there."</em>&nbsp; She hurriedly explained, her shy, innocent nature filtering back to the sultry woman in waves along with her intense curiosity.&nbsp; <em>"I-I was just making sure ev-everything was going well.&nbsp; Mar'i's a good friend to us both."</em>&nbsp; No sooner had the words left her mouth did M'gann get greeted with the 'sight' of Raven's beautiful pale face just shy of her own, still connected to the archer's senses, and another shaky breath escaped her before it was muffled by the lightest kiss that sent their joined senses singing, yet it was over before she could truly get into it.&nbsp; Unlike Artemis and Mar'i, M'gann was the truly innocent one of the bunch, and while a part of her was naturally shy and a little scared of just how intense things were getting between them, the rest was far more curious and wanted to experience more, much more as she lingered within the back of Artemis's head, transfixed by what they were being subjected to.&nbsp; <em>"Oh goddess...."</em>&nbsp; Was all M'gann could think to say, having a similar reaction to Raven's seductive figure as the two girls had earlier.<br><br><em>You're telling me.</em>&nbsp; It was impossible to tell if that thought had been directed at anyone in particular, but the sentiment was enough on its own as Artemis came back down to Earth a little bit once Raven had slid off the bed to take her bag before pulling something out of it.&nbsp; Whatever else the archer might have said died on her lips as both she and M'gann watched Raven lightly drag the feathered riding crop across Mary's body, making both alien and human quiver for similar reasons before a light gasp escaped them when Raven lightly smacked Mary's body with the other end.&nbsp; If it looked half as good as it hopefully felt for Mary, Artemis was sure it'd be something else she would add to the list of things she'd try in the future.&nbsp; Even if she hadn't been told to watch, Artemis would have found it hard not to as Raven teased the feather along Mar'i's naturally orange skin before lightly smacking a part of her with the other end, eliciting another soft yelp from the half breed Tamaranean, and a little whimper from M'gann in the back of her mind.&nbsp; The martian was certainly agreeing with what was happening, and Artemis couldn't blame her at all since it was making her hot all over again, and she wasn't even being touched with it herself.&nbsp; But that changed quickly when Raven came back to the bed and started to do the same to her, making Artemis groan as the light feather caressed her body, making her quiver like a taut bowstring about to snap.&nbsp; So caught up in the moment, she almost missed it when Raven undid her ties, freeing her hands and telling her to hand the crop over to Mar'i with the order to ask her to return the favor.<br><br>Artemis could only nod, not about to trust her voice in her heated, aroused state as she took the crop and slid off the edge of the bed, somehow retaining her usual grace despite everything she'd had to endure thus far.&nbsp; Not that she was complaining, despite how badly she wanted to be satisfied and hadn't gotten the right to receive just yet.&nbsp; Still, twirling the crop between her fingers, she took a steadying breath, her gray eyes flicking towards the ceiling, where M'gann was currently still residing, but like so many things, Artemis didn't have it in her to care save to mouth a couple words to Mar'i.&nbsp; <strong>"M'gann's here."</strong>&nbsp; She'd get the hint or she didn't before she forced herself to speak louder, holding the leather riding crop out to the raven haired woman before her.&nbsp; <strong>"Pl-please, would you touch me with this Mar'i?"</strong>&nbsp; It felt weird yet erotic in its own way to all but beg Mar'i to take over where Raven had left off, but Artemis knew she wouldn't need much incentive to do anything of the sort.&nbsp; Even if she wasn't half Tamaranean, any woman with a pulse would have been aching to do so and more, Artemis included.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>13-12-2015, 16:03:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/434b4d11-c194-4c68-9dfd-afd34e6909d4_zpssnee213n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Whoever is helping people the most.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:45, Tuesday 3rd of June, 2015.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis, Rachel.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her specially selected "Sub Suit." (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5a/3b/d7/5a3bd71d35d639f7d45ea7cff075d644.jpg)<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> After struggling to stand still watching Mistress and Arty, Mar'i almost cums from the feeling of being spanked for the first time, aching to get more than just two on her body. She almost begs for more, when Mistress gives Arty the crop...and tells her to beg Mar'i to spank her with it. Mar'i kisses Arty, hard, then guides her to all fours...and begins her "punishment...."<br><hr><hr><br>It seemed at first like Mar'i would be required to stand still and observe once again, having to watch Mistress hover atop Artemis lightly and teasingly as she clutched the bag in her whitened knuckles. She swallowed a little at the fresh perspective that gave her a much, much better view of proceedings than her previously kneeling place on the floor, watching keenly as Mistresses tight, curvaceous, luscious form tortured her lover with gentle, teasing caresses and kisses. Mar'i could almost <em>feel</em> the need and lustful desire radiating off of her blonde bombshell of a girlfriend, saturating the atmosphere around her with an almost <em>aura</em> of warmth and passion and unsatisfied need for pleasurable release, one that almost matched Mar'i's own...but at least Arty was being <em>touched!</em> The need to feel some kind of contact was almost overwhelming almost all of Mar'i's other thoughts and desires and urges, and it was only with extreme difficulty that Mar'i was able to stop herself from simply rushing over to the pair of them and <em>begging</em> Mistress to touch her in some way...she twisted her hands a little on the handle of the bag as she forcefully resisted the urge to plunge her hand down her panties, telling herself over and over that her turn would come, and that it would be worth the wait if she could just <em>hang on.</em> Fortunately, it seemed like she didn't have to wait overly long; Mistress quickly slipped away from Arty's body, leaving her tied up - but curiously, minus the blindfold - as she turned and retrieved her bag from Mar'i. Swallowing, she forced herself to open her fingers and let the bag leave her grasp, even though it was quite possibly the only thing stopping her from squirming.<br><br>Still...it appeared that her time had come; when Mistress took the crop-and-feather from the bag, she actually initially believed it to be intended for Arty - which in and of itself had Mar'i quivering with excitement, getting to watch the steamy hot sight of her lover and best friend being <em>punished</em> like the naughty girl Mar'i knew her to be - so imagine her surprise when Mistress instead set the bag down...and turned to her. Just the sight of the crop making its way towards her, being wielded by the leather-clad form of their beautiful Mistress was almost enough to break Mar'i's self control and make her start pleasuring herself without permission, but the promise of such a tool being used on her, of being touched and teased <em>finally</em> after the torture of watching Arty being caressed and worked up...it was intoxicating, as was the idea that Arty now had her eyes fixed on Mar'i, forced to watch helplessly just as Mar'i herself had been made to do just moments ago. It sent fresh tingles of excitement and pleasure surging through her body, stoking the fires of her lust even further. As such, she openly quivered when the feather first touched her thigh, sending small webs of anticipation coursing through her core, heating it up and setting it dripping even more as she imagined that soft touch and the harsh sting of the crop biting into her sensitive core-flesh. She swallowed roughly and stiffened her body in response to Mistress, not even allowing herself a nod.<br>"U-unders-stood...M-Mistress..." she breathed heatedly, absolutely certain that her skin must have flushed three shades deeper at the sudden surge of exquisite need she experienced, unable to form words properly on the first attempt such was the strength of desire flooding her system. She had fought Supervillains that were easier to control than that sharp, almost painful unsatisfied lust!<br><br>She trembled as the feather trailed along her leg, past her quivering core, over her stomach - that particular touch almost making her buck in anticipation - and through her cleavage, sending soft, needy shivers through her body with every second it dragged lazily across her flesh. She swallowed a little, her eyes riveted on Arty's, unable to break her gaze, her breathing coming in short, sharp bursts. The feather trailed down over her back, following the curve of her spine...dragged lightly over her waist, sending fresh waves of excited lust rampant through her system...and then all thought, all sensation stopped sharply, leaving her in a precious moment of empty peace. She felt the feather leave and, a moment later, the sudden sharp sting of the leather on her flesh, chasing away all other sensations and thoughts. Her eyes, still on Arty, widened a little as her breath was torn from her in a sudden moment of surprise as some kind of sweet, brief pain sparked through her left cheek...and then sensation returned in a crashing wave, the lust and desire now accentuated with the ecstasy-filled pain on her ass. Her hips bucked a little, involuntarily, away from the spank, but the sharp crack of pain lancing through her backside also came with a perverse, naughty pleasure that made her body tremble visibly. Her breath came back suddenly, but not alone; a soft, strained, pent-up moan echoed out of her lips as her eyes slipped shut. Her breathing after that quickened as she fought not to cum on the spot, that's how turned on she was. She succeeded in stopping it, barely, but she wasn't prepared for the second spank; it struck and sent a more immediate, more acute type of filthy ecstasy spiking through her system and her moan that time was louder, more desperate and far, far more pleasure-filled.<br><br>And then...Mistress pulled away. Her eyes tore away from Arty's watching gaze and turned to Mistress as she only just stopped herself from falling to her knees and <em>begging</em> her to keep spanking her. More! She needed <em>more!</em> That wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her craving for attention and contact, only drive it up further! But she knew that if she disobeyed Mistress by begging for something, that something was the last thing she was going to get, so she managed to bite her tongue...and was suddenly thankful that she had. Mistress untied Arty as she watched, and...handed her the crop? Was Mistress going to let Arty spank her? The thought released a fresh wave of lust that pushed her to brand new heights as her body visibly trembled at the thought. That would be so...fucking...<em>hot!</em> She almost moved to the bed to bend over it and give Arty a better angle with which to punish her Naughty Tamaranean Lover, but Mistress apparently had very different ideas; instead of ordering her to take charge...she ordered her to beg Mar'i. Her eyes widened in surprise and sudden excited anticipation; she was going to get to spank Arty?! So soon?! She'd always wanted to see Arty's backside under a rain of punishing blows, and though it wasn't her hand - she wanted to <em>feel</em> Arty's flesh yielding beneath her - a crop was the next best thing! She watched Arty approach hesitantly, standing before her, starting to get the urge to fidget mercilessly at just how long it was taking...and then Arty arrived, and it was time. Arty's mouthed message gave Mar'i pause, of course...but she got over it quickly. She was too consumed with lust and the need for satisfaction to slow down and though Arty's mouthed message might escape Mistresses notice, a message back from Mar'i might tip Mistress off...and rob her of her current prize. So she simply gave a small, almost imperceptible nod in acknowledgement...she wasn't about to stop. If M'gann didn't like feeling what was going on, she could withdraw. Mar'i, in the throes of passion, was not about to stop because M'gann was "eavesdropping," especially when she could leave at any time. Was that selfish? Perhaps. At that point, Mar'i didn't care.<br><br>She swallowed a little and took the crop from out of Arty's hands, quivering again at the note of desperation and need that was present in Arty's voice as she begged for Mar'i's touch...she fondled the crop lovingly, almost reverently, as she nodded, trying not to seem too eager. O-Of course I will...Arty...I-I'd love to..." Her own voice wasn't much better than Arty's, trembling from the force of the emotions and urges screaming through her head. She couldn't resist any more; she had to. Seeing Arty tied to the bed, tortured in such an erotic, exciting way, having her own body teased with what she could be given and then denied it...it was too much for her. She stepped forwards and pulled Arty into a full-lip kiss, forcing her tongue down Arty's throat passionately, moaning loudly and wantonly for the entire room to hear as her free hand moved to squeeze Arty's backside in a full-on, full-handed grope. She pulled as much passion from herself as possible and forced it through her lips and onto Arty before she - after a moments internal war, with only the promise of being able to spank Arty being able to win it for her - pulled away, suddenly breathless and openly quivering with the need to go further than just a kiss...but she managed to restrain herself, but only barely. She placed her hands on Arty's shoulders, guiding her down to her knees slowly, Mar'i following her onto the floor so she knelt in front of her blonde lover. She then moved her hands to the sides of Arty's faces and pulled gently, moving backwards even as she guided Arty forwards so that she was on all fours, her back arched and her back<em>side</em> pushed out behind her. Her hands, unable to help themselves, stroked along that magnificent back and stomach, delighting in feeling Arty's heated, lustful flesh beneath her fingers as she moved to kneel at Arty's side...and then, again hesitantly, she pulled her hands away. She didn't want to push Mistresses patience any more than she already had. She should make her extra actions up to Mistress, somehow. And she knew how she could do it, though that could have just been her own selfish fantasies talking.<br><br>She began to trace the feather along Arty's body, trailing it along her back, up her spine - making detours every so often to tease along the edge of some of her scars as if gently caressing them better, much like her soft kisses - then around her side...over one covered breast, down the cleavage...then over the next...trailing over her stomach slowly, tracing circles in her flesh, down to her waist...over the <em>very</em> edge of her core, not touching but teasing a contact that could come later one...down over her thighs, trailing the lean, fit flesh and muscles there before trailing back outwards, around the exterior of her leg to come to rest tracing a lazy circle over her bent, slightly strained leg. Her free hand - the left one - reached across then, running down the curvature of the spine, fingers dragging slowly as she moved to Arty's lovely, firm backside, hooking her finger underneath Arty's plain panties...she couldn't very well spank effectively with those on, now could she? Besides...she wanted to see Arty in her full naked glory, and wanted Mistress to see how beautiful her full form was too! So, she pulled slowly, peeling back the underwear and pushing it down Arty's legs to about halfway down her thighs so that the panties weren't technically <em>off...</em> but they did leave her tight, firm, soft, very squeezable ass completely exposed. She traced the feather up to the cheek, dragging it slowly across the flesh there as she admired the curve of her backside and legs, occasionally pulling the feather back as if to tease a spank...and then, on the fourth occasion of such a tease...she delivered. She turned the instrument in her hand and delivered a sharp, resounding blow to Arty's lovely form. The crop landed squarely, eliciting a slight ripple just around it as her entire backside cheek compressed just a little...but not much; her ass was all tightness and firmness, so it was never going to move much. <br><br>Still, the sight of the crop landing on Arty's cheek at Mar'i's command? The sound of contact and Arty's breathless, strained reaction? It was all an intoxicating symphony, one that almost set Mar'i to collapsing in orgasm as she lifted up the crop and brought down another spank, in the same place on the opposite cheek. She traced with the feather, then spanked again. Then traced and spanked, a soft, low moan coming from her own lips in unison with Arty's, her body shaking with the suppressed pleasure and erotic hotness of spanking her girlfriend for the first time. She couldn't help herself; she spoke. "Oh Arty..." she murmured, "You're <em>such</em>...a...a <em>naughty</em> girl..." she breathed, "But that's..." Spank. ...that's ok..." Soft, gently caress. "...because I am too..." Spank. "Can we be...naughty together? I'd love to be naughty with you...and Mistress..." She flushed and moaned again, and again, to the point where she forgot temporarily that M'gann and Mistress were there and watching. All she could focus on was Arty's bent over form, the crop in her hand, the feather and leather on Arty's skin in alternation and just how <em>close</em> to the most powerful orgasm of her life she actually was. Lust and erotic, naughty pleasure were all that was present in her mind, overriding everything else...every spank, she had to hold back her orgasm. And every spank, it got just a little bit harder...and Mar'i didn't care. She was spanking Arty, her lovely lover, just as she had fantasised about for months. And it was everything she had imagined and <em>more.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 06:40:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:47 (7:47) PM Tuesday, June 3rd, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Rachel Roth / Raven, M'gann M'orzz (Megan Morse) / Miss Martian (psychic link)<br><br>Under any other circumstances, Artemis wouldn't have been so eager to let this continue, yet something about making Mar'i happy, and in conjunction Rachel, was doing things to the blonde archer she hadn't considered a possibility before.&nbsp; One moment she was being driven mad with unsatisfied desire, a need to feel release yet being denied that most basic of needs, and then she was forced to watch as Rachel moved to tease and torment her alien lover.&nbsp; Artemis quickly found she'd have rather been touched than being made to watch, helplessly save for the safe word, as the pale skinned woman made Mar'i squirm before delivering that first sharp slap to her backside.&nbsp; But just when she thought she couldn't remain quiet any longer, Raven was undoing her bound hands and the next moment saw Artemis locking lips with Mari'i, breathless and all too willing to bend over for her first spanking.&nbsp; Such was Raven's skill that Artemis forgot about her hesitancy regarding what she would have considered, again under normal circumstances, a somewhat degrading practice.&nbsp; But in her current state of arousal and wanting to make Mar'i's desires a reality, at least this one time, Artemis willingly went down to her hands and knees, ass up and ready for the raven haired woman that had found her own place in the archer's heart and mind.<br><br>Shuddering softly as Mar'i picked up almost right where Mistress Roth had left off, it was all Artemis could do not to beg her to outright fuck her with the crop's handle.&nbsp; That said, when the feather pulled away and that first, delicious spark of pain cut through the fog engulfing her mind, Artemis could do little but moan like a common whore as pain quickly gave way to something she hadn't expected, except from what she'd seen of Mar'i's reaction of course.&nbsp; It felt amazing!&nbsp; How could a spanking feel good was beyond her, but she didn't much care as she lowered her head and groaned, forgetting all about M'gann still in the back of her mind as Mar'i caressed her tender bottom before delivering a second strike to her firm ass, her sex exposed to the cold air and the residual vibrations of the impact itself.&nbsp; And considering she kept herself all but hairless down between her thighs, little was left to the imagination as Artemis moaned out her lover's name, her capacity for speech gone the way of the dogs.<br><br>But she raised her head and nodded at Mar'i's statement, all too eager to be naughty with her if this was just the beginning.&nbsp; <strong>"F-fuck...So good Mar'i.&nbsp; More...please.&nbsp; Make my ass red."</strong>&nbsp; The words were out before she could clamp her mouth shut, but what remained of her rational mind was quickly silenced by the raging desire and joy she felt at making Mar'i happy with something that was admittedly so simple, yet had meant a lot more to her than the archer had initially realized.&nbsp; Yes, she'd definitely be doing this again.&nbsp; It helped that it felt amazing in its own way, but the real joy was practically hearing how happy it made the woman at her side.<br><br>As for M'gann herself, she was utterly transfixed to the sights, sensations, and feelings being transmitted to her through Artemis.&nbsp; So lost in the moment in fact, she didn't right away register the fact her eight hand had strayed to the top of her 'pants' until she quivered and let out a heated moan of her own, two of her fingers having found her sopping wet virginal sex.&nbsp; Well, virginal in that other than her own fingers and a toy she'd bought some time ago, no one else had been between her legs.&nbsp; But even as the realization hit that her concentration was shot, although not to the point she lost the connection, her will to resist such powerful emotions and sensations not her own all but gone, M'gann found she didn't care.&nbsp; She wanted it as badly as Artemis did, and her innocent body and mind didn't know what to do with themselves other than to find some form of release right there on the rooftop.&nbsp; While her middle and index finger delved deep into herself, M'gann's free hand snaked its way under her bio clothes, a seam having appeared right down the middle of her chest, allowing her to fondle and squeeze her soft orb at the same time.&nbsp; Goddess this was wrong on so many levels, but M'gann was beyond caring.&nbsp; She wanted this just as much as her two friends below her, and short of having the connection severed for her, chances were she wouldn't come back to her senses until she climaxed from her desperate self administrations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 22:29:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://thumb7.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/137569/317390735/stock-photo-sexy-dominatrix-woman-in-black-leather-corset-mini-skirt-and-stockings-317390735.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Time:</strong> June 3rd, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower South Side, Mar'i's Apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Crock, Mar'i Grayson<br><hr><br>She truly hadn't been prepared for the kind of feelings and emotions these two women were creating. It was very rare that someone felt so intensely, even with a partner. These two, however, were on an entirely different level than anything she had dealt with before. Baring one occasion, anyway, and that wasn't something to think of in this particular moment...<br><br>All the woman could do was focus on keeping her center and control, watching Artemis and Mary with a mildly amused expression. But her eyes reflected approval as they did just as she asked. As the stubborn and resistant Artemis asked for her lover to use the riding crop on her, and and more than enjoyed the results...As the more outgoing Mary, who she imagined was often submissive to the blonde, more than enjoyed spanking her. And she had a feeling she could just tell them to stop holding back, and they would be all over each other before she could even make it to the door. They might even spend the rest of the night, until the sun was rising, enjoying each other at the rate she felt things growing between them. <br><br>The real question was if she would last the hour they had paid for her services for...The physic that was spying on them certainly had given in already, a fact which had Raven quickly cut any lingering connection she had with the person before <em>that</em> became her problem as well. Hopefully they weren't anywhere public...<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Well now...Listen to her, Mary. Hadn't Artemis been so against this earlier?"</span> Rachel asked with a grin, choosing to handle the blonde's outburst in a way that she was certain both would enjoy, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Well...Go on, do as she asked...No more feather for her."</span> Meanwhile she stood again, walking around Mary, standing behind her, handing moving along her shoulders, as her fingers felt the muscles in the young woman's arms moving with each smack to the blonde. <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I think she wants you to do more, though..."</span> she all but purred into Mary's ear, her breath playing against the skin of it, teasing a kiss or nibble to the earlobe though it never came, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Why don't you...make her beg for what she wants? Let's see if she can be a good girl and earn it...Hm? A good girl like you are?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 23:41:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww181/ninjabreadman1993/DC%20RP/NS/434b4d11-c194-4c68-9dfd-afd34e6909d4_zpssnee213n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mar'i Grayson / Mary Gray. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11843465#msg11843465)<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightstar<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Whoever is helping people the most.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:48, Tuesday 3rd of June, 2015.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side, Mar'i's apartment.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis, Rachel.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Her specially selected "Sub Suit." (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5a/3b/d7/5a3bd71d35d639f7d45ea7cff075d644.jpg)<br><strong>Theme Music:</strong> Star Sky by Two Steps From Hell (https://www.youtube.com/embed/pICAha0nsb0)<br><br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Mar'i continues to "punish" Arty's ass, getting more and more turned on by the second. At Mistresses encouragement, she steps up her dirty talk, demanding that Arty beg her for what she wants, and a way to please her enough to get it.<br><hr><hr><br>Mar'i was utterly lost in the sensations and the motions of her new "task;" every trail of the feather, every rise of her arm and every descent of the crop sent shivers echoing down her spine, setting her nerves on edge with every shudder and low, wanton moan from her blonde lover. Arty had been so totally against being spanked and humiliated and abused earlier, and now - after only a few minutes worth of teasing torture from Mistress - she was <em>literally</em> begging for more, begging for Mar'i to spank her harder, for her to turn her ass red with her attentions...every cell in Mar'i's body quivered with anticipation at the request, eager to go ahead and do more, to maybe even trail that feather between Arty's legs and give her some much needed attention and relief down there, since she knew for a fact that if she was desperately resisting the urge to just collapse in a fit of self-pleasuring fervour, then it must have been agony for Arty to resist the same impulse, especially if those low, strained, lust-filled moans were anything to go by. Every time that heated, strained voice growled out Mar'i's name, she felt a familiar tremble rock her body, the feather in her hands no longer moving in a graceful pattern but shaking chaotically from her inability to hold her hand stead. She leaned forwards, placing her free hand on Arty's back as a way to steady herself...and in order to keep Arty bent over and still, though on reflection, perhaps that wasn't necessary given how much Arty seemed to be enjoying it. Her own breathing was shallow and uneven, heavy from the effort of holding back her rampant lust and desire, strained from the quivering of her own need to be satisfied even as she trembled from the sheer delight of being able to rain down such punishing-but-pleasurable blows on her girlfriends tight, firm rear. She could have easily spent all night in such an activity - well, easily if she'd been allowed frequent masturbation breaks - but Mistress had...not different ideas, but ones that probably included escalation. And Mar'i was perfectly happy with that.<br><br>She shivered a little as she felt Mistress's presence loom behind her, felt her breath on the back of her neck as those wonderfully lithe, graceful fingers and those powerful-yet-tender hands began to work on her upper arms and her shoulders. She swallowed in anticipation for what Mistress might do from such an advantageous position, parts of her mind now running rampant with what Mistress could do even as the rest of her focused more intently on Arty following her strained, delightfully sexy begging...but she whimpered a little as Mistress refused to touch her any more than just with her hands, those simple touches driving her more wild than sitting still and watching had, eliciting radiating waves of <em>needing</em> to be touched and caressed more firmly that centred around the spots she was touching at that moment in time. Of course...Mistress gave an order, and Mar'i leapt to obey eagerly. Not just because it was Mistress and Mar'i - at that moment - would do anything to please Mistress in such a way that might lead to her own direct gratification, no...because it was something that thrilled her to her very core; permission to do exactly what Arty was begging for. She nodded shakily, licking her lips since she didn't trust her voice not to give her trembling state away. "Y-yes, Mistress...she was...I'll...I'll give her what she wants...Mistress..." And give it to her she did; she tightened her grip on the small handle, no longer wielding the feather as she brought her arm down viciously on one of Arty's cheeks. This time, however, she didn't trail along with the feather; she immediately spanked the other cheek, then the first, then the second, building up a steadily increasing rhythm. She didn't even need Mistress to egg her on, even though the breath in her ear and the gentle tease of what she could do from there sparked her passion to new temperatures, a raging fire igniting the lust already filling her. She rained down firm, hard spank after firm, hard spank, Arty's backside slowly turning more and more red....just like she begged for.<br><br>She swallowed a little, and nodded, slightly more confidently as she, too, knew that Arty at this point wanted more...needed more...how did she know? Because Mar'i wasn't even being touched in the same way and yet <em>she</em> needed more, <em>she</em> needed release...so how could Arty need anything else? She shivered, her hand moving down the arch of Arty's back, then back up, stroking the soft flesh wherever she found it, her thumb tracing over any scar that she passed almost comfortingly, a strange dichotomy between that tender ministration and the rough, almost savage beating she was giving Arty's ass. Her hand continued upwards to run through Arty's beautiful golden locks, fingers dragging through her hair affectionately, stroking and petting as Mar'i's own heavy breath started emitting what was probably a series of low, heated moans. Unlike her earlier moans, these were quieter...but also more powerful. The previous ones had been strained emissions of unsatisfied lust, but these ones were like breathing, exhaling pure passion and excitement and erotic arousal than any kind of strained frustration. Her breath itself was her sound of pleasure, and her eyes began to lid a little in needful tension. "I agree...Mistress..." she whispered huskily, spanking the same spot twice in a row before moving onto the other cheek. She leaned down a little, so that Arty could hear her now lower voice. "...so Arty, honey...what...what do you want me...to do to you?" She pressed a hot, slow, burning kiss onto the small of Arty's back, then pulled away, giving her an extra hard spank...but this time on the lower interior of her ass, closer to her sex than any of the previous blows had been. "What...do you <em>need</em> from me...?" Another, similar spank, but on the opposite side. "And how...how are you going to...<em>persuade</em> me and Mistress...to give it to you?" She spanked again, this time a little further from her core, as if to emphasise the point. She shivered with pleasure...she was dominating her lover...but under another persons direction. It was just...almost too hot to handle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Realities and Bowstrings, a Demon Domme Tale.  (Vergil &amp; Vergil, Ace)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 23:07:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.thegioibongda.com/i/2010/07/13/muot-ma-ve-dep-2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> 19:49 (7:49) PM Tuesday, June 3rd, 2015&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Central Gotham, Lower south side.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Mar'i Grayson / Nightstar, Rachel Roth / Raven, M'gann M'orzz (Megan Morse) / Miss Martian (psychic link)<br><br>It was probably just as well that Raven separated herself from the psychic link with M'gann, because it didn't take the martian long to arch her back and let out a long, drawn out moan, having finally found release about the same time Mar'i began to spank Artemis in earnest.&nbsp; The psychic connection went down, separating her and the archer before she could flood the link with her pain induced ecstasy, but it still left M'gann panting heavily, having never experienced something so powerful before.&nbsp; Deciding she had had enough excitement for one night, the martian flew off, needing a very cold, very long shower after this, leaving Mar'i, Artemis, and Raven to do as they liked.&nbsp; Besides, she was pretty sure Mar'i was in good company given the simple fact neither she or the archer was putting an end to the session they had bought with the alluring pale skinned woman, that wasn't all she appeared to be.&nbsp; With that in mind, M'gann made a mental note to save up some money for her own session, likely at a far later date, but if they were responding so positively to it, then she wanted to know why.&nbsp; So M'gann felt safe in leaving them be, even as a minute tremor passed through her over-saturated mind and body, still feeling the lingering psychic impulses from her mind linking with Artemis's.&nbsp; The feel of the crop against her rear end, although M'gann hadn't felt the sting directly.&nbsp; Either way, this had given her a lot to think about.&nbsp; She just knew she wanted to experience Raven's touch herself, one day, when she was a little braver, a little more willing to explore her own budding desires.<br><br>As for Artemis though, she didn't notice the absence of M'gann's mind with hers, too occupied with trying not to lose her dwindling sanity as Mar'i rained down blow after blow on her ass.&nbsp; Each slap to her reddening flesh had cries of agonized pleasure to escape her throat, her hands balling up in the carpet beneath her until her knuckles were white.&nbsp; It was too much, and just when she started considering using the safe word to get a break if nothing else, Mar'i stopped and caressed her sore, red back end.&nbsp; She groaned and hung her head again, her eyes closed before she slowly began to open them, her breathing ragged and uneven from the near overstimulation to her senses.&nbsp; The break was a relief of its own, but it was over too soon as Mar'i slapped her butt twice more before going to the other cheek.&nbsp; As before though, she stopped and made Artemis whimper, her fingers relaxing their death grip on the floor beneath her, the hand on her back a comfort even as Mar'i's breathing so close by her ear made her want to jump off the ground and tackle the raven haired beuaty to the floor and ravish her then and there.&nbsp; Instead, by some small miracle, she remained, quivering as Mar'i's touch elicited another quivering, panted gasp before it devolved into a soft, shaky breathy moan that had Artemis hanging her head again.&nbsp; She needed release, more than she'd ever needed it before.&nbsp; There was no two ways about it.&nbsp; She needed to cum, <em>now</em>.<br><br>So when asked to beg for what she needed, to tell both Mar'i', the woman that had shared her bed and more quite a bit since that night several months ago, and Rachel encouraged the same, Artemis was all too eager to tell them.&nbsp; Except her voice didn't immediately respond to her demands, an incoherent grunt escaping her when Mar'i's hand traced along her back, running over her scarred flesh just when she tried to speak.&nbsp; But eventually she got her mouth to cooperate, quivering as Mar'i continued to caress her.&nbsp; <strong>"N-need to cum.&nbsp; I need to cum....please let me cum Mistress.&nbsp; I-I'll do anything....just make me feel good....please."</strong>&nbsp; She whimpered, before giving a startled yelp when the crop struck close to her sex, yet it didn't quite touch it either.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh god....yes....please.&nbsp; Tell m-me what I have to do to find release....just please, I can't take anymore!"</strong>&nbsp; She moaned, louder than before, desperate for satisfaction, unable to look towards them for fear of forgetting that she hadn't been given permission to stand, or do anything except kneel before them both on her hands and knees.&nbsp; It wouldn't take much to send her over the edge, or to have her finger herself until she was raw, but Artemis didn't want to disappoint either Mar'i or their Mistress for that matter.
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