Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 00:23:45</strong>
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				From his grades and records, you wouldn't think that Richard Evans had a tough life. Star pupil in almost all subjects, he excelled in academic pursuits, and he was no slouch when it came to physical prowess, holding the school record for the fastest 50m sprint they had seen since the founding of Livingstone Prep school. He was well-liked by teachers and students alike, and he had a good family life: A dad that worked hard yet had time enough to come home every day and spend time with his wife and son, and a mother that both managed the household and had two books published, busy writing the third in her series.<br><br>If there was something Richard Evans lacked, it was imagination. Apart from his exceptional life, his friends all agreed he had no sense of humour what.so.ever. Whenever people made jokes, he was the only one not laughing, just looking in front of him as he tried to figure out what was so funny about it. In English, he wrote long essays detailing about every single grammatical error in masterpieces by Tolstoy or Hemingway, but when asked what he thought about the books, he replied with: "I don't really know."<br><br>The past few weeks, however, he had started talking about dreams he had had. Every night he had a new dream, and every morning he would tell his mother, who had started taking notes. Apparently, he was dreaming of a fantasy world, where he was a powerful magic user, on the run for an even more powerful sorceress. He never mentioned his gender in the dream, a detail he wasn't sure about what he thought of that. It did made him feel somewhat embarrassed, though he never let that show.<br><br>The last few days, he had told his mother he was reaching some kind of conclusion. He, as the magic user, was busy with some sort of ritual that would stop the sorceress' pursuit, or even put an end to the sorceress. He wasn't sure on the specifics, every time he dreamt about it time seemed to have passed since the last dream, and never did he get an idea of what the big ritual was actually for.<br><br>Getting ready for bed, he brushed his teeth, put on his pyjamas, and laid down. Closing his eyes, he knew that it would be the night that he figured out what would happen.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 05:35:28</strong>
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				He had only had time to close his eyes when he found himself in a ring of flames, directly below a full moon, connecting a circle of old stones marked with arcane symbols. Some of them looked vaguely familiar from the books on symbolism he had paged through since the dreams began.<br><br>He could hear a woman's voice, close by, almost in his ear.<br><br>"The moon has circled from full to hidden to full once more, and the vessel is prepared. His dream, his laughter, these things I shall be. I shall hide inside the shadow in his soul, and none shall know me long as he live, till I can return to wrest the fire from the Witch Queen's grasp..."<br><br>It sounded like something out of Warcraft, but she spoke it with total earnest. And he felt his own lips parting as he mouthed along.<br><br>"In this you will save your world and mine, surefoot."<br><br>Now it seemed as if she was talking directly to him.<br><br>"Can you bear this burden?"<br><br>And somewhere, in the pitch darkness at the edge of the circle of fire, he could hear people approaching. Lots of people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 17:24:58</strong>
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				It was the woman's voice, that much he could tell. Still, he hadn't heard her speak a lot, most of the dreams had been about her fleeing away, not conversing with anyone much. It was a surprise, hearing her talk to him. That was odd, he thought. Still, he was intrigued by what she meant, as he said, or tried to say: "Yes."<br><br>He could hear troops approaching: The heavy footfall of ugly bipedal ogres that were the footsoldiers of the Witch Queen's army, and the buzzing of wings from the fey-like chanters; They were over-sized fairies, that could cast spells by harmonizing, their sounds creating the magical effects.<br><br>He did not know what would happen, the troops of the Queen had never been that close, or at least with that many. Other things noticed him: He could feel sensations of the sorceress's hair on her naked shoulders, her breasts encapsulated by the strapless dress she wore. It felt much more real that it had ever felt, and he wondered how that could be. He knew it was a dream, but he had never been able to change anything. He had always shrugged that off as not being very good at lucid dreaming, but maybe there was something else the matter. "Who are you?" he asked, hoping that he could communicate with the sorceress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 01:56:15</strong>
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				"I shall be your soul."<br><br>And then he felt her lips press to his, his arms around her, was he moving them or - <br><br>Then he heard a crash - a bolt of lightning struck one of the stones of the circle, splitting it into and bringing the top down onto the ring of flames, breaking it.<br><br>And he felt himself being pulled towards the gap in the circle, away from her, away from... himself?<br><br>Then he felt the grass under his feet.<br><br>Something brushed at the nape of his neck.<br><br>Something cool and smooth draped over his arms, his legs. Something clung to his legs tighter and higher than socks, something gripped his waist tightly, something rustled as he tried to raise his hands. He was wearing something heavy, binding at the waist, loose around the legs but with many layers...<br><br>"Thought you could get away, did you?" came a chilling voice. The throng of armoured figures parted, and with a rustle of luxurious silks, a strikingly beautiful woman approached. Swathed in gleaming black satin and glittering jewels, with a smile on her pale lips. The circle of flames shrank away as she approached and died as she crossed, like she was a cold wind blowing out a candle.<br><br>"You thought you could escape your duty to your queen? That you could hide yourself away in another realm, become a dream in some thoughtless mind until you could find a way to dethrone me? Not so, my pretty. You will serve as I see fit, as all loyal subjects serve the queen of this world."<br><br>Her ice blue eyes looked straight into his.<br><br>"On your knees, girl."
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 00:47:31</strong>
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				The feeling of being kissed by yourself is weird, and not something Richard could get his head behind. The feeling of being pushed away from himself, whilst being inside of himself, was even weirder.<br><br>He couldn't feel her presence any more, as he looked around. Everything about her body now felt real. He was no longer a passenger, he was in control. The thought terrified him, as he looked around, seeing the satin-clad woman approach. He had to speak now, and he had no clue how to convincingly portray the sorceress. He didn't even know her name,&nbsp; let alone where she came from. He had heard her speak once or twice, so he knew about her accent. One he didn't know if he could portray himself. <br><br>He decided not to say anything yet, as he knelt down, looking up at the beautiful woman. Maybe she'd tell him more, before anything bad happened. He tried to summon magic, the way he had felt her do before. However, even with himself focusing everything on the task, he didn't even feel a trickle of power he had felt times and times before in his dreams.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 04:04:01</strong>
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				The woman (http://eclectict.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/venice-lion-1.jpg) smiled... it was perhaps supposed to appear kind, but there was not a trace of true kindness in it. She leaned closer with the creak of a corset, reaching out to cup Richard's soft, hairless chin (was it really <em>his?</em>) with a gloved hand and tilt his (her?) head back. He could feel locks of fiery red hair spill back over his - her exposed back.<br><br>"There now. You can be wise. It would be a dreadful shame to mar that pretty face of yours - I am sure we could find a useful husband for you anyway, but be a good girl and I might even let you choose one." There was not even an attempt to hide the icy smirk now. "How does that sound? Lady Mirdania? Countess Mirdania?" <br><br>She paused, looking deep into his - her eyes. "Your magic is mine by right as your queen, as are you. Whether you live another dawn after I draw it out, that I leave up to you." <br><br>That icy smile again. Then she stood straight up, clapped her slender hands together.<br><br>"Now. Rise and follow. Join me in my carriage. I want everyone in the city to see you at my left hand, my willing lady in waiting, as is only right." <br><br>She turned around, holding her luxurious skirts to walk in them, and walked off without a backward glance.<br><br>"The rebels will see that you serve me gladly, as all witches do. A reminder that everyone in the realm belongs to me, as you do."
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 11:53:49</strong>
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				Looking up, he could look into the eyes of the woman. She seemed scary, like she was eternal...all-knowing. Like she could feel what was going on here. He tried to stay still, as he heard her speak a name. Mirdania. Was that the sorceress' name?<br><br>Her gaze into his eyes was distressing, as she seemed to gaze right into his soul. It felt weird, now that it seemed he was in control. He liked the dreams when they were as if he was in a movie, making no choices of his own. Now he had to decide, to do something.<br><br>He tried to get up, but the layers of clothing proved to be a tough challenge, and as he finally managed to place his toes on the ground, he noticed something else: The sorceress' had been wearing heels. Trying to take them off, he found they had several buckles, and undoing each of them would take too much time.<br><br>Getting up, finally, he teetered on the heels; they somehow didn't dig into the soft ground, it felt as if he walked on marble, as smooth as it was. When the woman called him a witch, he glanced away. He preferred sorcerer. Or sorceress, in this case.<br><br>With every step, he could feel his breasts jiggle. It felt weird, now that that sensation was his. Blushing, he followed the woman, not saying a word.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 03:04:52</strong>
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				The crowd of monsters and armoured beings parted, and Richard could see some of their eyes following him as he walked behind the Queen. From one of the closed helms, he could not tell which one, there came a lusty wolf whistle.<br><br>A group of footmen in black and silver livery, the only obvious humans he could see in the dark army, worked to prepare a grand horse-drawn carriage, opening its door and lowering folding steps for the Queen, and Richard, to ascend to the interior, with its well-padded seats. From what he had seen, he knew that the Queen could have opened the door and set out the steps with a wave of her hand, but she let these men do it for her.<br><br>She took the forward-facing seat, holding out her extravagant skirts to keep them from creasing.
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 21:47:35</strong>
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				He saw the gazes, heard the wolf whistle. Turning around, he wanted to see who did that, but he couldn't. All it did was cause his hair to get in front of his eyes. There was some laughter, as he fell down a second time, the heels still giving him grief. His centre of gravity was completely off. HE picked himself up again, as he hoisted himself into the carriage.<br><br>He sat opposite of the queen, not really sure whether or not to make eye-contact. Whenever he did, she just stared right back. He was quite intimidated by her.<br><br>"So..." he said, as the carriage started to ride off. He had forgotten the sorceress had had an accent, as he said: "...What are you gonna do with me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 23:47:47</strong>
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				Somehow the lustrous white satin of the dress his new body wore stayed clean as he fell...<br><br>The Queen tilted her head slightly and smiled thinly as he asked his question. "All manner of sinful things, my dear. Which they are depends on you, of course." <br><br>She shifted her skirt to reveal the shoe of a black stiletto-heeled boot as she raised her leg towards Richard's calf, exposed by the cut of the skirt he now wore. <br><br>"Would you rather beg for mercy, or beg for more?"<br><br>She smiles as she slid the toe of her boot ever so gently up Richard's stockinged inner leg.
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 23:34:04</strong>
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				He blushed, looking away. When he felt her boot on his leg, he wanted her away. Moving his leg, he realised too late that he was actually opening his legs to her. His face turned even more red, as he tried to close his legs again, causing the Queen's boot to be wedged right between her thighs. He could feel the heel of the woman's boot lightly touching his crotch. There was nothing there, but the nothing was very sensitive, causing him to moan out softly.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 23:40:49</strong>
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				"More it shall be, then." The Queen smiled proudly at his reaction, and moved her foot ever so slightly to one side to caress his exposed inner thigh. "I expected a longer fight, I must admit. Although I'm delighted to get straight to your... education."
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 22:02:51</strong>
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				Blushing, he opened his legs again to push her leg away. "I have no intention of going along with your plans, or ideas, or silly things." he said, his/her face completely red. She looked at the Queen, as she said: "...Whatever you want to do, it's not going to work. I won't work for you."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 23:42:16</strong>
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				"Why not?" the Queen asked with a seductive smile, her foot sliding down his leg on a path of light caresses. "I will satisfy every desire you have. Pleasures you can scarce imagine. Riches, luxuries, sensations... Be my toy. I promise you won't regret it." <br><br>She paused, and looked him in the eye. "A better offer than Mirdania gave you to take her place, I am sure."
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 14:43:40</strong>
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				She glanced at the queen, as she said: "You assume much." She almost had the accent down now, as she wracked her mind for ideas. "The one I was to trade with was fickle. He denied my request, and he is still in his world, as am I in mine. You have truly won, Queen of Witches and Deceit."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 19:53:59</strong>
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				"Really? You are a fair mimic, <em>boy</em>, but as you say I am the Queen of Deceit, and that makes me hard to fool. No, my dear, you are a new soul trapped in a body you can barely understand..." And with that, the Queen leaned closer, placing a hand on his exposed, sensitive thigh... caressing it tenderly. "... A body crafted for pleasures no man can know." She smiled wickedly. "You are mine, <em>girl</em>, to do with as I please. Your only choice is whether it will please you as well."
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 20:08:53</strong>
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				"Fine, you caught me." she said, her face blushed a bit more red. "But if you know about the switch, then you also know she is safe, in my world. And she'll come back, and she can take over this world with our weapons and technology." She moaned, feeling the woman's hand on her thigh. How could this body be so sensitive. Of course, it could be an Aura of Lust, the <em>Geandere</em> she had read about in....where was that library again? Caventher? Or even earlier... She couldn't remember for certain. If only she could cast an Aura of Disenchantment, <em>Fenadere</em>, that would maybe cancel it. But she had never done magic, so how could she accomplish such a thing, even though she had read a few notes...
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 23:21:45</strong>
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				"Not if we stop her." The Queen's other hand moved onto the girl's other thigh, and they began to gently push them apart and slide further up, pushing up the flimsy skirt. The Queen moved closer as well, her breath warm against the girl's soft cheek as she smiled and whispered enticingly. "Serve me, and your life will be eternal bliss..."
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 13:54:36</strong>
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				"And...ah, why would I want that?" she asked, feeling the Queen's influence try to rip his resistance apart. "Seeing how much you try to break me, I...I wonder if I should not try to become...your worst nightmare." This was a difficult situation she found herself in. She had been turned into a woman, or was inhabiting a woman's body, and now she was being teased by a scary but incredibly hot woman. "I..I don't know if eternal bliss suits me.."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 17:14:34</strong>
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				"Try it and see..." the Queen whispered, her warm breath on the girl's new lips now, her own close enough that the smallest movement of their heads would bring them to a kiss. <br><br>Her fingertips were on the silk of the girl's knickers, moving up to pull them down...
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 12:52:23</strong>
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				"I WILL NOT!" came her answer, her lips accidentally touching the Queen's. Pushing her back a second time, she could feel the Queen's fingers pulling down her panties. She yelped, as a strange warmth gushed over her. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to hold back a moan.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 04:02:51</strong>
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				"Surely you can guess, my pet." Her warm fingers slipped inside, brushing at downy hair and smooth skin, urging them to part to let her fingers slide in. The Queen drew closer, so the girl could feel the back of her head push into the cushion of the seat, she could draw her lips no further away from the Queen's own.
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 20:07:38</strong>
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				"Oh, I can, but I don't want to.." she said softly, as she felt the woman's breath on her face. She couldn't move her head any further back, and the head cushion would only bring her face closer to the Queen's if she didn't strain her neck. Her face flushed a deep red as she could feel the Queen's invasive fingers pushing deeper inside of her. "Stop it....stop it, stop it, stop it stop it stopitstopitstopit..." she muttered, closing her eyes as she racked her brain to think of a way to make this stop, to get away...
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 04:08:06</strong>
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				"You do not want that..." the Queen whispered, her fingertips slipping inside and caressing the girl's new inner walls. "You want to feel this... to know the pleasures that are now yours..."
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 22:32:09</strong>
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				She couldn't move an inch, and the Queen's finger movements were stirring something deep inside of her. Moaning out, she tried to resist, but she couldn't do anything to stop her. She would just have to give in... <em>but only for this once.</em> Stopping her struggling, she moaned louder than before, letting the Queen have free reign.<br><br>It felt good, she had to admit. Was it better for women, or was it just the aura enchantment? She couldn't be certain now, as she let out yet another moan, coming more rapidly after each other now. Was she speeding up, or did she start enjoying it now?
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 00:45:57</strong>
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				"There..." the Queen purred as she stroked and teased the new girl's soft vagina. Her other hand moved up to take the girl's free hand and move it down to join hers. "See what you can do to yourself..." she whispered enticingly, starting to slip her own fingers out, still stroking as they went.
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 14:37:41</strong>
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				Hovering her own hand above her waiting opening, she felt embarrassed. Did she really have to do this in front of her, by herself? Looking at the Queen, she knew that look of conviction, and she slowly moved her hand on top of the Queen's, touching the slippery, warm folds for the first time by herself. Moaning softly, she started rubbing herself, and before long the moans became rapid and loud once more, as she worked her way towards a climax.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 02:06:03</strong>
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				"There, you see?" the Queen whispered to the new girl, stroking her hair pleasingly, as she worked her way with apparent skill towards her first orgasm - her second - her third... "You are for pleasure. It is your purpose..."
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 21:07:07</strong>
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				"...I'm for pleasure...It's my purpose.." she said softly, as she felt her body racked by orgasm after orgasm. <em>Women have it better...</em> she realised, but she was still fighting, in a sense. She didn't believe the Queen, the talking was just to appease her. She hoped it worked, and she wanted to get out of the dress she was wearing. It was way too revealing...
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 00:29:51</strong>
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				"Yes... and what a wonderful purpose it is..." the Queen whispered as the new girl lost her senses to the delights of a sensitive female body. She smiled as the girl pleasured herself, as the carriage rode on through the dark forest to the palace.<br><br>In time, the girl's relative unfamiliarity lead her stamina to run out, and the Queen smirked as she watched her lean back, feeling the corset's pinch as she wanted to breathe more deeply.<br><br>"Now, you shall have a suite of chambers near my own. Bathe, dress and dine with me. My servants will be ready with a variety of gowns for you to choose from."
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				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 01:03:25</strong>
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				Moaning loudly, the new girl managed to reach a climax about the equivalent of ejaculating eight of so times as a male. She fainted after that, however, as the Queen took her with her to the palace.<br><br>Waking up, she was in the palace, the words of the Queen resounding through her. Getting up from the bed, she looked around to see if she was back in her own world. "..No...guess not." she said softly, wondering how quickly those servants would come. Maybe he had time to escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 00:20:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently not... as her movement was loud enough to cause a door to open and a pretty young woman in a plain linen dress to enter through a side door, curtseying as she did.<br><br>"Good evening, my lady. I am to prepare you for the ball you are to attend."<br><br>The room was large, circular, with high arched windows, and rich vibrant red and gold tapestries depicting scenes of courtly life on the walls. A thick rug underfoot, almost as comfortable as the king-sized bed with its soft sheets. It also held a desk and seat by a bookshelf, and a large wardrobe and a three-paned floor-length dressing mirror.<br><br>The girl, dark hair tied back and held in a soft cap, strode over to the wardrobe and slid it open... revealing an array of dozens of lovely gowns in a variety of colours and cuts...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 17:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Who are you?" she asked, scared that this woman would be the Queen in disguise. Still, it wasn't really a good question, because if it was the Queen, she wouldn't answer affirmatively; probably. In any case, as the woman opened the wardrobe, she could see the gowns. "...Do...She means for me to wear one of those? A ball? Why...I...I don't want to go to a ball!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 22:06:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am Linette, milady, I will be your maidservant."<br><br>She opened a side door, revealing a bathroom with a large sunken bath.<br><br>"Her Majesty wishes that you attend, milady. So of course you <em>do</em> want to go. And she wishes that you look as lovely as any maiden in the world, so of course you want to."<br><br>There was no hint of threat to the maid's comments, she was stating them as if they were unquestionable facts.<br><br>"Now, a soothing bath after your journey, and I will lay out a selection of your loveliest gowns."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 14:05:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..Hold on, Linette!" she said, looking at her. "I don't want to...partake in any of this." Looking at the bathroom, she wondered how wealthy the Queen was. She was both nobility and magically she was powerful. Maybe the magic had given her the title, and the deeds to the castle. Or she had simply conjured up the whole castle...<br><br>"I will not play along with the Queen's games." she said, looking at Linette, as she put her arms over each other. "You go and tell her that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 04:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette blanched, biting her lip. "As... as you command, milady." She curtseyed quickly and started to back away, her breathing quick and shallow. Was she trembling?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 14:46:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...Are you alright?" she asked, looking at her. "You seem scared...what did the Queen do to you?" She thought for a second, shaking her head. "What is the Queen going to do to you, if I refuse her?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 19:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... I am sure I do not know," the girl said meekly. "Please, if you would bathe and, and allow me to dress you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 19:58:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But you have an idea..." she said, and sighed. "She's got her own servants as hostages, how insane can you get.." That last part was muttered, as she followed Linette. "Just...give me a bath and whatever, and I'll do whatever it takes so that you won't get hurt. Taking a bath and wearing a dress isn't that big a price to pay for that..."<br>She wondered what Linette would have been, if she hadn't been in the Queen's service. Perhaps she would have wedded a nobleman... She was surprised she was even thinking about that, normally those ideas were lost on Richard...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 03:03:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, milady." She walked over to the bathroom, glancing back to see if the new 'lady' was following, and started to stir a sweet-scented liquid into the heated water. "Ah, do you enjoy dancing, milady?" she asked, doing her best to sound as casual as she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 22:30:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not really, I've never seen the point." she said, but images filled her mind now, of moving bodies and swirling dresses... <em>Stop it!</em> she reprimanded herself, as she looked at Linette. "..Do you?" Whatever Linette was to the Queen, Richard wondered if she could help her to escape, maybe. Maybe they could escape together. "Do you enjoy serving the Queen?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 03:25:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But the thought of those lovely gowns was there now, reminding her of the ones that waited for her in the boudoir, that she would soon have a chance to wear herself. <br><br>Linette nodded to the first question. "Oh, yes, very much, but I am merely a maidservant, not a fine lady like you. We have our revels, but not grand balls for nights on end like you shall..." She gazed off wistfully. <br><br>To the second, she busied herself removing the robe the new lady wore. "I am kept in comfort," she said quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 20:03:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..I'm not a fine lady." she said, not wanting to focus on the dresses. Instead, she would talk with Linette. "You could take my place." she said, smirking. "And you're kept in comfort, but you did not answer me. Do you enjoy serving her? Evasive answers are also answers, you know.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 00:56:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146129.msg7480350#msg7480350">Quote from: Irolon on 03-01-2013, 20:03:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"..I'm not a fine lady." she said, not wanting to focus on the dresses. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You are now," Linette stated, as if it were a plain fact. "And you are to be kept as such until you accept it is your true standing."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146129.msg7480350#msg7480350">Quote from: Irolon on 03-01-2013, 20:03:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Instead, she would talk with Linette. "You could take my place." she said, smirking. "And you're kept in comfort, but you did not answer me. Do you enjoy serving her? Evasive answers are also answers, you know.."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"To serve is our purpose, and brings its pleasures as well as its duties." With that Linette motioned for her to step into the warm bath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 18:17:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sighing, she asked: "Why does the Queen force me to be...her plaything?" She blushed, thinking about last night. "What does she have against the Sorc- against me?"<br><br>The talk of serving being its own purpose went over her head, as she stepped into the bath. It had not even occurred to her that Linette had disrobed her a few moments ago. Where was her mind? The bath was so good, so...relaxing... Was there magic here?! Standing up in the bath, she looked at Linette. "What's in this water?!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 01:08:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette seemed perplexed by the question, even beyond the girl stumbling over what to call herself. "It is a great honour to be one of the royal ladies of court, the epitome of culture and elegance. You will quickly come to love your new role, I am certain."<br><br>As the new lady stood up, moist and exposed to the air, Linette stirred the water with her hand. "Warmed water, certain relaxing herbs..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 22:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't care for honour. I don't care for culture or elegance. I do care, however, about staying away from the Queen and her wandering hands. no matter how pleasant last night's encounter has been, I don't like to experience that any time soon. Not with her.." her voice faltered, as she looked at Linette. "Certain relaxing herbs, you say? What properties do these herbs have? Are they magical?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 21:11:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I am certain that a marriage to a worthy husband can also be arranged if that is how you prefer to serve her Majesty," the maid stated with a reassuring smile.<br><br>She shook her head at the mention of magic. "No, no, anyone can use these medicinal herbs, they are part of nature sure as any that grow." She opened a stoppered clay jar, allowing the new woman to see, and smell, the lemongrass and marjoram leaves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 14:38:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's the whole problem, Linette." she said, sighing. "I do not wish to serve this Queen." Looking at the herbs, she nodded. "If that is all.." Slipping back into the water, she looked at Linette. "There's a rebellion going on, and I'm...regardless of what I would wish, I'm part of it. Just so I know...if I try to escape, what would happen to me? And what would happen to you?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 21:05:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bath was delightfully warm and soothing, like a most welcome one after a long day. The new girl could feel her body relax.<br><br>"I, ah... I would have to inform the guard of your escape. You would... well, the Queen would find a use for you. Free will is easily removed. She prefers that her courtiers love her willingly, of course. You must allow yourself to do so, my lady. Be of value to her Majesty, as you can be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>14-02-2013, 22:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see." she said softly. The Queen having the power to take away free will might become problematic for her escaping ambitions. "Then, I'll just figure out what else I can do." She enjoyed the bath immensely, it did feel wonderful to just lay there. Her unfamiliar body now felt much more hers, as she traced a finger from her left nipple down her side, to her hip, and then into her crotch. A blush quickly formed on her cheek, as she withdrew her hand. She might continue her explorations another time, when not under the supervision of the admittedly cute lady in waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 21:22:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even that small touch was a reminder of how attuned her new body was to a pleasurable touch.<br><br>For the moment at least, Linette did not appear to be paying attention, instead busying herself laying out an array of small, glossy white silk and satin garments on the four-poster bed. Back and forth she went, carrying gauzy skirts, something that looked a little like a girdle, stockings and more, as well as matching jewellery and high-heeled shoes...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 12:56:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shivering, she noticed how Linette made to carry pretty much an entire wardrobe to the bed. Getting up from her bath, she took a nearby towel and wrapped it around her waist. She repositioned it around her chest only after taking a few steps and feeling the now even more familiar weight.<br><br>"Linette, what are you laying down?" she asked, pretty much knowing the answer already. Those clothes were for her, and from the looks of things, she wouldn't like it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 04:28:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The towel was soft, the air cool against her exposed and moist skin but not at all uncomfortable, refreshing after the ever-so-relaxing bath.<br><br>"Oh, your support for your gown." The handmaiden pointed to each item in turn. "Your corset of course, your stockings, half a dozen petticoats... All in finest silk, new made to fit you perfectly. Every luxury you deserve..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 22:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip from all the 'nice' sensations, she shook her head. "I don't want to wear that. Can't I just wear some trousers?" She was getting more uncomfortable with the idea of having to go to a ball. She didn't even know this woman's name, and she would be introduced to the Queen's court? That would be interesting, to say the least...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 23:54:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette frowned at the idea of wearing trousers. "Her Majesty requested most specifically that you wear a gown of highest quality. That you should 'be ever reminded of your new role' she said. Some riding attire may be made available tomorrow, but tonight..." She gestured to the waiting undergarments.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 11:34:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...I don't want to wear it." she said, looking at Linette. "You'd have to force me, and I think I can take you." she added, having faith in her previous body's physical prowess. She didn't imagine that would cause any problems, but still, she did count on the possibility of the Sorceress' body being less fit, or at least weaker than when she was Richard. Standing defiantly in front of Linette, still somewhat wet and only wearing the towel, she started to realise the situation was way out of hand for her to resist anything the Queen wanted her to do.<br><br>The moisture left from the bath made her skin glisten, and her two breasts pushed together by the towel were looking very sensual that way. She didn't know if Linette was attracted to women, but she assumed the Queen was at least bisexual, or else a lesbian, and Linette was pretty enough to be one of the Queen's mistresses, which she no doubt had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 23:14:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette frowned deeply at her charge's refusal to comply. "If that is your preference, Lady Mirdania..."<br><br>The maid raised a hand, and the towel fell away, flying through the air, spinning around the woman's naked body, snaking out to wipe moisture from it here and there, finally flying away when she was dry, hanging itself on the rack by the bath. This left her exposed in the cooling air of the boudoir, with Linette studying her, not lustfully, but as an artist might a blank canvas.<br><br>"With the magics that Her Majesty has gifted me, I can have you dressed and ready for the ball in less than a minute. However, such force will be uncomfortable, so I would prefer that you submit and allow me to dress you by hand, my lady."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 22:50:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the towel was pulled away from her, she was shocked by what happened next, but she did register the name. <em>Mirdania</em>.. So that <em>was</em> the name of the Sorceress. It would be wise to respond to that name.<br><br>Still, now standing completely naked in front of Linette, she tried to cover herself, but it only had the reverse effect. Her placing her hands on her right breast and crotch, she blushed deeply. He skin felt raw from the towelling-off, as she looked at Linette. "...I won't resist." she said softly, looking away in shame.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 05:27:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette smiled at the young lady's surrender, and walked over to the collection of undergarments she had laid out. <br><br>The first thing that she held up looked like a short dress in and of itself, of gauzy white silk fashioned to fit tight around the bust and waist and hang loose about the hips down to the knees.<br><br>"Raise your arms, let me slide this on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 15:52:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at Linette, she knew that this simple handmaiden was not in her court at all. The Queen might have taken her by force, or this was her being willing to control others for the sake of the Queen.<br><br>Putting her hands up for Linette to pull the dress down over her, she could feel it constricting around her waist. "Don't you have things like simple bras here? If I'm going to be a woman, at least put me in something nice instead of something ridiculous."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 03:35:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice? You are to be dressed in the most pleasant clothing, of course," the maid said matter-of-factly. "We have simple things for travelling and riding, but you will not be travelling or riding tonight."<br><br>Soon the chemise was in place, close to the skin but comfortable, lovely soft silk with a hint of support for her bosom. <br><br>Linette gestured for her to raise her feet as she lifted up a pair of matching silk bloomers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 04:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing the bloomers, she shuddered. "Oh, those are horrid." she said, but remembered that she didn't want to look good, she wanted to get out. "Whatever, it's fine." Looking at the rest of the clothes, she wondered how long this would take. Seeing as the chemise already took more time to put on right than her normal outfit (a t-shirt and jeans), she knew this was going to take ages, at least to her. Stepping into the bloomers, they actually felt quite nice. It would take exceptionally good care, or magic, to keep clothes this soft in this realm. They probably didn't have softener here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 05:36:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, only your maid or lover will ever see you in them," Linette smirked as she sat Mirdania down and brought out a pair of gossamer-thin white stockings, kneeling before her to roll them carefully up her smooth legs. They clung to them as though gently caressing her, emphasising how long and shapely they were, as the maid tied garters around her thighs to hold them in place and then the legs of the bloomers to secure them.<br><br>This done, she moved on to lift up the panelled corset...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 07:14:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then you're the only one I'll mention my discomfort to." she said, the stockings sliding up her legs easily. The feeling made her blush, looking at Linette, and as she felt her clip them onto what she could only imagine to be garters. Seeing the corset, she shivered. "What...that's way too small! I can't fit inside that, right?!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 00:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is their purpose, my lady," Linette said casually as she wrapped the corset around Mirdania's waist and hooked it together. It felt tight already, although hat emphasised how small her waist was already, but she could feel the maid gathering and adjusting the white silk laces at the back. "Her Majesty commands that you be as elegant and proper as any lady in her court." <br><br>Then she pulled, hard enough to wind her. And again, and again, before tying off the laces in a bow.<br><br>Mirdania felt the tightness of the corset around the hourglass figure it gave her, and see her breasts pushed up to show more cleavage. She realised that she had been wearing something similar, although less severe, when she first became the sorceress. That she had worn such things before... at least she was accustomed to wearing them.<br><br>As she steadied her breathing, the maid brought out something padded, strapping it around her hips (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVMi1EXy2Wk/UPrYafiuAZI/AAAAAAAABz0/xJ9nrZPEn84/s1600/PB070079.JPG) to exaggerate them, then a floor-length underskirt...<br><br>Next, the maid presented her with a pair of pretty white shoes with high heels...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 16:13:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The Queen knows I'm not the sorceress, then why does she demand I act like her? Or continue to look like her?" she said, gasping as Linette pulled the corset. Her body was accustomed to it, as it reflexively breathed in when she did. Looking down, the breasts she now had were pushed up high, two splendid semi-globes above the edge of the corsetry.<br><br>Getting back her breath, she looked down at the padding. "What the hell's that for?" If Linette could handle a potty mouth, that would be the time Mirdania- no, Richard! - would find out. And when she came with the heels, her eyes really grew wide. Those heels had to be at least 5 inches!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 23:01:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid considered Richard's questions. "It is your fault that your body's natural soul escaped, therefore you are to take her place in her Majesty's court and play her part well."<br><br>She carefully smoothed down the soft floor-length skirts. "It also amuses her Majesty to know that you were once a man, and to make you dress and act as a lady should. No true man would allow himself to become a woman, after all. It entertains her to make you most feminine. So she commands that you become as feminine as any lady in the land."<br><br>She opened the laces on the satin shoes. "From now on, you are Lady Mirdania. You will act as she should, behave as she should, look as she should, dress as she should. If you fail to be the lady she wants you to be, you will be corrected. You have only one choice, and that is in how long it takes you to learn your place and accept your new life, my lady."<br><br>With that, she lifted Mirdania's dainty feet and slipped them into the shoes, fastening them in place. It took a moment to find her balance, but only a moment.<br><br>They fit perfectly, as if made for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 10:54:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My fault?!" she asked, her eyes widening in shock at her comment. "I thought I was dreaming! This realm has magic, and monsters, and fairy tale creatures... How was I supposed to know it wasn't real?! Then how can it be my fault..." She realised she was sobbing, and as she pulled at the bedsheets to use as a handkerchief, she looked at Linette. "I'm going to assume that the Queen has altered your mind so that you obey her. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. For that, I am deeply sorry, and if I can find a way to reverse her hold over you, I will. After I destroy her."<br><br>Being put into the heels, she was surprised at how comfortable the heels were. They were really made for her, probably by magic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 05:15:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette handed the weeping girl a delicate lace-trimmed silk handkerchief... a reminder of the softness of her hands, and indeed her face as the tears rolled over girlishly round cheeks and a hairless chin.<br><br>"Assume as you wish, my lady. All that matters is that I help you to become your true self."<br><br>She smoothed down the skirts so that they brushed the floor, completely hiding the shoes, and the flattering effect they had on Mirdania's shapely stocking-clad legs. Even with three or more inches of high heel, she was still much shorter than Richard had been.<br><br>Then the maid stood, and walked to the wardrobe to open it, revealing a selection of white or white gold gowns. Opulent creations of silk, satin, lace, jewels...<br><br>She looked back to the girl who contained Richard's mind and watched her reaction...<br><br><div align="center">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MgioJKQGIw/Twtexysa7oI/AAAAAAAACT8/zNCdjC_bhSE/s1600/panniered%2Bwedding%2Bdress.jpg)</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 14:34:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking the handkerchief, she wiped away her tears, trying to be coarse in her movement, but the softness was still reminding her of her newfound femininity.<br><br>As she looked at herself in a floor-length mirror, she noticed how pretty she was. Shaking her head, she didn't want to think that way, she was still male inside. She was still Richard, even though she would respond to Mirdania. Seeing Linette walk to the wardrobe, she couldn't help but be a little surprised by the gowns. It was as if he walked into a costume drama series, the gowns obviously having cost fortunes. "..Well...they are certainly beautiful.." she had to admit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 01:56:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That they are," Linette agreed with a winsome smile. "And you will be so beautiful in them. This for tomorrow watching the tourney, this for the dinner... <em>this</em> for your first ball tonight." She rested a hand on the sleeve of the grandest gown on the right, with its divided pannier skirt, lace sleeves and the mannequin already wearing a silver and diamond necklace. The maid began to unfasten the lacing at the back, removing it from the dummy with care. "Arms out to place them in the sleeves, milady..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 07:38:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hold on, why so many different dresses?" she asked, as she walked to the dress, putting her arms into the sleeves. She was going to figure out a way to resist or to get away from the Queen. Mirdania had fled from her for months, so there was a limit to the Queen's influence. "And they're so....egregiously decorated. I don't need all that.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 04:56:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are a lady of the court, you are an example of beauty and charm for the entire realm and beyond." The maid said this like it was a statement of fact, no more remarkable than a comment on the weather, as she lifted the voluminous dress over Mirdania's head and pulled it down, the skirt settling properly over the panniers and petticoats, the bodice over the corset, and the sleeves slid over her outstretched arms. This done, she began lacing it at the back, fastening Richard's beautiful new body into the luxurious gown.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 06:37:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see." she said without any form of enthusiasm. She wasn't really thinking about her dress, or the way she would look swirling around while she danced... Or at least she tried not to, instead trying to look around, searching for clues, ways to escape. Nothing readily appeared to her. Glancing at her reflection in the mirrors, she was quite surprised at how beautiful her new, female body was. Even with her still moist hair, her stature made the dress look like it belonged to be on her. She even felt a little pride at how good she looked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 08:14:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette smiled as Mirdania gazed at her reflection, stepping back slightly to avoid interrupting or distracting her. <br><br>The weight of the gown felt familiar... comfortable, even, cleverly distributed. When Richard first became Mirdania he was skirted and corseted, so it felt right to be so again. Every movement made the delicate underskirts brush pleasingly against her stockinged legs... The sensations of wearing these lovely clothes were hard to ignore...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 10:09:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It did feel good, and Mirdania-Richard! felt a little embarrassed about not being able to feel any other way. Taking one step in the heeled shoes was both a challenge in balancing herself, but also of control, as she felt the sensation of stockings against silk, the experience making her feel warm inside. "Ehm...so when is this ball starting?" she asked, wanting to know how long she'd have to be wearing the dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 15:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"At the stroke of eight," Linette said, gesturing to an ornate gold clock (http://images1.bonhams.com/image?src=Images/live/2012-11/07/8649583-1-1.jpg&amp;tmp=web300&amp;top=0.000000&amp;left=0.000000&amp;right=1.000000&amp;bottom=1.000000&amp;dt=zoom_image) on the mantel showing about twenty minutes to go. "Time to style your hair and rouge you... Come sit, milady." She lead the way to the vanity beside the wardrobe, pulling out a large, low stool for her to sit in front of it. <br><br>Even this was a good dozen steps, heels tapping, skirts rustling and train pulling, every motion a delightful reminder of being so sumptuously dressed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 13:03:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking to the vanity was an exercise. Her centre of gravity had changed from back when she was Richard, so walking was a little different from normal. Sitting down was equally awkward-yet-pleasant, as the warmth in her had reached an intensity that pretty much made her panties wet, as she blushed deeply, biting her lip as she had no idea what was going on, or what to do about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 17:53:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette had her take a few extra paces to find her balance, which she soon achieved, a reminder than it was natural for this body to walk like this, and that she was already learning to feel comfortable in skirts and high heels. More than comfortable...<br><br>The maid showed her how to sit without creasing her dress, lowering herself and then backing up slightly while holding the skirts at the back. It felt quite normal, something she was accustomed to doing now she had been reminded of it.<br><br>"First the powder. Some ladies make themselves white as porcelain, but you have such lovely peaches and cream skin and such a pretty blush that it would be a shame to hide it, so we will accentuate it, to present you as sweet and girlish as you are." With that, Linette lifted a soft brush, opened a pot and started to apply a fine pale powder to Mirdania's face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 03:29:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she sat down, she already felt herself slipping into feminine mannerisms. They were just ways of moving, so while she was uncomfortable with the thought, it wasn't something to freak out over. The make-up was something that made her crinkle her nose. For some reason she thought this realm's make-up was different than Earth's, even though he'd never had any experience with that. "...It feels ticklish."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 03:46:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not to worry, I shall keep it light and brief, but do keep still as you can as I shade and rouge you..." Linette laid the thick brush down, picking up a smaller, finer one, placing it in a small glass jar containing a pink substance, retrieving a little. "With a beauty such as yours, one must not conceal, only accentuate." She gently dabbed the cool, slightly sticky liquid onto Mirdania's lips, then picked up another brush and repeated the process with a golden brown fluid and her eyelids...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 15:34:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pink substance, that Mirdania thought was lip gloss, seemed to have a somewhat tingling effect. "If you say that I'm such a beauty, why do I need this at all?" she said, knowing that she sounded very childish, but she didn't want to care about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 07:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is the way of the court. But I will not make you look like a painted strumpet... only frame your natural lustre to flattering effect with your gown."<br><br>Satisfied with her work, the maid opened a jewellery box, slipping dangling pearl earrings into Mirdania's pierced ears and a necklace on her throat. This done, she applied a light misting of a floral perfume.<br><br>"There... I trust you know how to hold a fan properly and signal with it, milady?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 14:56:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The make-up done, Mirdania felt Linetta adding jewellery to her ears and around her neck. It felt like it was dragging her down, and when she was misted with the perfume, she got a little lightheaded. "...Fan? Signal?" she said, looking at Linette. "I don't know if you've been paying attention, but I'm not from this world. I'm not even this gender."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 00:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You were not. You are now. The very epitome of your new gender, in truth. Here." She handed a fan to the lady, one which matched the white gold satin of her gown. <br><br>"Open it like so..." She moved her fingers in the air, miming snapping a fan open, and then each movement in turn. "By default, fan yourself slowly, as you shall see the others demonstrate. More quickly when a gentleman has your attention. Close it and place by the ear to indicate the wish for him to speak to you, close and point over your shoulder that he follow." She mimes raising the closed fan to below her eyes and opening. "This shows that you would have him approach as you are shy by nature. There are more, to show that you are engaged, that you are not, but these are all you shall need tonight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 16:48:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The very epitome</em>... Mirdania looked at Linette as she explained how to hold the fan, use it to signal, and to attract men...<br><br>"I don't...I won't do this." she said, looking at her how she moved her fan so gracefully. "...Linette, even if I would co-operate with you, and with the Queen; how far do you want this to go? How far do <em>I</em> need to go?"<br><br>Breathing heavily, the corset made her ribs hurt slightly, but the view of her chest rising and falling made her blush even underneath the make-up. "Linette, this scares me, really. I'm an eighteen year old guy, I should be hanging out with- with girls, and having fun at parties.." In fact, he hadn't done any of that on Earth. He was one of the more loner-type guys at school, and while he could make jokes with his class-mates, he had always felt like he didn't belong there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 22:28:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Calm yourself, my lady... breathe lightly, high in the lungs..." Linette demonstrated, a slower and calmer breathing rhythm not so restricted by the corset. "Her Majesty wishes you to amuse her. If you do so well, you will be rewarded, with the life of luxury tonight has been the smallest taste of. If you fail to play the role fate has cast you in, you will not be brought out to play it. You will be hidden away, out of sight and out of mind. Do you understand? Now, hold your fan thus." She mimed holding a fan open to the side of her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>31-05-2013, 06:38:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Breathing more slowly, she felt the pressure lessen as she regained her composure. "..Linette, when we're together, can you do me this one favour? Please don't call me 'my lady', please call me Richard. Please." Holding the fan as Linette showed her, she said: "..This is just the normal position?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 04:10:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette frowned slightly at the request, then took Mirdania's hand lightly, demonstrating how to close and flick open the fan. "And hold it thus to indicate you would be glad to dance... There." She stepped away, and moved to the triptych dressing mirror, opening the three panels to at last let Mirdania see herself fully.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y122/blackandburgundy/Jewel-of-barock.jpg)</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 05:21:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...OKay.." she muttered, but as she saw herself in the mirror, she very nearly dropped her fan. Fumbling for it, she could only just hold on to it. "..This is me?" she asked, shocked. She had not expected herself to be so beautiful. Now she was really scared to go to that ball. If she thought she was beautiful, who wouldn't?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 06:08:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no denying that she was indeed beautiful, the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. This was emphasised by the lovely gown she wore and her artfully applied cosmetics, making her all the more enchanting. <br><br>Her reflections showed every flutter of her lashes as she batted them, every sway of her ringlets as she shook her head, every rise and fall of her bosom as she breathed, every swish of her skirts as she moved her weight from heel to heel within them.<br><br>"This is you, my lady, as you truly are." Linette curtseyed deeply, smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 06:36:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As I truly am.." she said, blushing, the redness a little visible underneath the cosmetics. The movement of the skirts, her lashes, her bosom rising... It was too much. Mirdania probably used magic to strengthen her composure, but for Richard in her body, she couldn't handle it. As her eyes rolled back, she lost consciousness and fell down on the ground, fainted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 03:11:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Mirdania swayed and dropped the fan, Linette moved quickly to catch her and, while she lacked the strength to keep her upright, she was able to steer her to lie on a chaise longue. As she lay there, the maid retrieved a small bottle of smelling salts and a lace handkerchief, the pungent aroma stirring her charge back to consciousness...<br><br>"Such a delicate girl you are..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 06:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up at Linette, she blinked a couple of times. "...What happened?" she said softly, looking at the smelling salts. "Wow, that's strong." Sitting up straight, she said: "...I'm sorry, I never had that happen before."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 21:16:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You fainted, as ladies sometimes do. I hope that it will not overtake you every time you see yourself in a new gown, as that will make it a more than daily occurrence. The fan's main purpose is to give you air and keep you cool, with signing its secondary function, so remember to utilise it as you go."<br><br>With that, Linette lifted the lady back to her feet, moving around her to smooth her skirts back down to their proper place. "Are you ready, my lady?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 16:27:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's Richard, alright? When we're alone, at least?" she said, looking at Linette. Sighing, she felt better now, but she still had no idea how it happened that she fainted. Was it really the corset that made her lose her breath? Or was there something else?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 20:14:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Forgive me, my lady, but you must grow accustomed to your name and title." Linette said this as placidly and casually as she might say that it was raining. Then, more pointedly, she added: "You are Lady Mirdania."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 15:04:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am <em>called</em> that." she said, looking at her. "Linette, I don't understand you... Wouldn't you be constantly fighting against the Queen's influence? Wouldn't any sane person?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 15:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why, my lady? Her Majesty taxes highly, but her subjects see due returns. We are safe from the horrors at the borders, and here in the palace we enjoy comfort and leisure as well as security. Even I, maid to a lady of the royal court, have time to myself. Since coming here I have even learned to read. Our queen is a witch, to be sure, but so were you when you had your own soul. That is why you have a new one, my lady. And you must learn to be yourself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 10:29:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But you said it yourself, the Queen can use mind manipulation, or something like that, to take away people's free will. Regardless of her ability to rule and govern, doesn't that one thing take away all pretence of justice?" she said, looking at her. "Then again, talking to you about these matters might just as well be me talking to a wall, for all the good it does.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 20:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She has not altered <em>your</em> mind, my lady. Your former soul is the one who did that. She twisted your thoughts until you allowed yourself to become her. She used her feminine wiles to make you become female. And now your new life begins, my lady. A life you will find wholly natural and delightful soon enough, if you but allow yourself to." Linette smiled reassuringly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 01:28:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's not at question here." she said, but the feeling Linette was right stayed with her. "She hasn't changed me yet, but how soon would she? If I step out of line once? Three times? Where's the limit? I only agreed to the sorceress' plan because I had no idea this was ever any more real than a dream! Magic is not real!" Looking at her, she sighed. "Back in my own world, at least."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 03:49:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, you poor thing, no wonder you are so lost." Linette smiled gently. "But fear not, I will aid you in every way I can. Your safety and finding your rightful place are my highest concerns, my lady." She smoothed down the train of Mirdania's gown. "So you must away to the ball, and mind what you know, ere her Majesty call for you," the maid added with an encouraging smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 03:08:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...I...I am glad of the help." she said softly, looking at Linette. Taking her fan, she unfolded it, and waved herself some air. "...Where do I go?" she asked, trying to turn and walk in the bulky dress, with the heels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 18:26:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Each step was a reminder of the extravagant skirts as they swished across the floor and swung a little further from the sway of her hips than she might have expected, the tap and click of high heels on her feet, the embrace of the corset and indeed the bounce of soft curls about her neck and ears. <br><br>Being dressed in this way was a constant distraction of small sensual pleasures...<br><br>"This way, my lady." Linette walked to the high double door of the dressing chamber, knocked three times, and it opened. A tall, athletic man in guard's livery and mail armour held it open, looked the room over, saw Mirdania and bowed deeply. "Follow me, m'lady."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 14:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking with Linette, she was glad she knew where to go, the distractions of her clothes, her bosom, her heels too much for her to take as well as finding her way. Without Linette, she might just have walked into a wall, or fall down a staircase.<br><br>As the guard opened the door, she could feel a blush creeping onto her face. Did she feel an attraction to him? She hoped not, it might just be the intimidation factor. He looked strong, and she felt weak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 00:09:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette stood in the doorway, with a wistful smile as she curtseyed as Mirdania rounded the corner.<br><br>The guard walked slightly ahead, and to the right. A sword hung from his left hip, ready to be drawn. He lead the lady to a grand spiral staircase, each marble step ten feet along or more, turning so that she could take the bannister with her left hand as he walked ahead. Up ahead, she could see the bright, shimmering light of a grand hall lit by chandeliers and lined with mirrors, and hear snatches of chamber music, conversation and movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 16:33:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fanning herself as she started to feel lightheaded again, Mirdania walked up the stairs towards the hall. She was nervous, surprisingly so. Who woudld these people be? What would they want with her? Could she be there and not meet the queen?<br><br>Making the last step up to the second floor, she looked around, now able to see into the hall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 03:47:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A pair of footmen bowed deeply as she approached, and raised curtains to reveal the grand ballroom of the castle. <br><br>Lit by crystal chandeliers and lined with mirrors and candelabra on every wall except the one dominated by windows and balconies, the room was bathed in golden light like a midsummer sunset.<br><br>All around were beautiful women in ornate gowns, and handsome men in fine brocades and silks or more manly knightly attire, mostly rococo like hers but some seemingly from other cultures all over the world... and some with no earthly comparison. <br><br>One of the footmen tapped the floor with a staff, and announced "Her Grace, the Lady Mirdania, Duchess of Loenne."<br><br>All heads turned to look at her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 13:53:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was definitely impressed, this castle had to be huge from what she had seen; she also had the impression the huge hall might not even be the biggest room there was. Walking inside, she jumped a little when the footman announced her, but composed herself when people started to stare. Fanning herself again, she walked into the hall, passing a servant with some drinks. Taking a tall glass from his tray, she looked at it. Some pink bubbly liquid was inside, and it smelled sweet, like nothing she'd ever smelled.<br><br>Looking around, she wondered where the Queen was. She would try and avoid her, if possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 00:00:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking the glass, she found herself holding it with her pinky crooked out just so... like a lady should. The pink liquid was delightful - strawberry wine, perhaps?<br><br>As she proceeded, she could still hear the rustle of her skirts over the music - and the hush of conversation as she neared people, and the rise of whispering as she passed. The only people appearing to even try to ignore her were the ones slowly dancing, in sets of four, hands lightly clasped at head height in the centre of the circle. <br><br>Beyond the knot of dancers, she could see the grand silver-decorated throne that was clearly the Queen's. It was empty for the moment...<br><br>Then as she looked about, someone stepped up to meet her. It was not the Queen... but a tall, lean, handsome young man with dark hair (http://cdni.condenast.co.uk/426x639/Shows/AW2012/Milan/Mens/Dolce_and_Gabbana/00440big_426x639.jpg), in a dark coat of a military cut.<br><br>"Your grace... if I may be so bold as to ask, may I have this dance?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 17:49:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				the face was different, but some features made her remember a friend of here back in high school. His name was Dave, and he was a football player. Very popular with the ladies. Her heart did not flutter any more than it was already at the sight of him, which was a slight relief to her. "Ehm, well- ehm, eh..." she muttered, conscious of the people's whispering around her. Trying to regain her composure, she said: "Would you do me the honour of introducing yourself, first? You have me at a disadvantage."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 02:24:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Forgive me, of course." He bowed deeply. "Count Eltar of Fois, at your service, my lady." He glanced up, with a hint of a smile, to see her response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 08:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, sir Eltar of Fois, I must disappoint you, I fear. I have no intention of dancing, I only came to this ball due to feast insistence on the part of the Queen and my lady-in-waiting." she said, not knowing that addressing a count as sir instead of my lord was a big faux-pas.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 17:20:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He arched an eyebrow at the use of 'sir' but said nothing to correct her. "Her Majesty insisted that you attend but not that you dance? Doubtless it was her intent that you do so, unless she bade otherwise. Surely this means that you will spend the evening to one side of the festivities, subject to stares and whispers, and that does you a grave disservice. As a count, and as you correctly call me also a knight, I must do my utmost to prevent your being branded an outcast and subjected to ridicule. If it is your preference not to dance I shall intrude no further, but I shall only be the first." He held his hand out to her again, with a kind smile. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>01-07-2013, 01:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing him raise an eyebrow, she let him finish, then said: "..I'm sorry, I seem to have unintentionally insulted you. I'm not entirely sure of the ways of addressing nobility in this realm; I take it I should not say sir to a count such as yourself?" She wasn't going to go into the matter of dancing yet, though she was thinking of dancing with him, if only to have done it and use it as an excuse not to do it any more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 00:13:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sir is for knights or gentlemen without title. We should address one another as my lord or lady, or your grace," the Count said. "Although, as you rightly guessed, I am a knight of the realm as well as a count by birth, so Sir is complimentary."<br><br>More of the crowd observed them as the Count stood close enough to murmur all this and have it go unheard over the playing and dancing - close enough that Mirdania could take his hand with ease.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 03:25:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..I see, I apologise for the oversight, my lord." she said, looking him in the eye. "..Well, if you're so certain the Queen wishes me to dance, would you care to teach me? My Lord?" She could notice the looks everyone gave her, or them, and it was very distracting. She needed to do something; dance, or leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 14:34:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It would be my honour and my privilege, your grace." He bowed, clicking his boots together, and then stepped closer to take her hand. His hand was large, strong and warm, and he stood nearly a head taller than her even with the high heels she now wore, showing up how small and dainty Mirdania was.<br><br>The musicians started to play a slow courtly dance, and he lead her out onto the marble dance floor, one couple among many. He raised their hands high, and began to step around her in time to the music. She could see the other ladies circling around in place, taking only a few steps, to keep up with the gentlemen with whom they danced...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 18:10:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried to keep up with him, and as they danced, she was actually starting to enjoy it. The rhythm, the movement, it made her feel very light, as if she was floating on the air in the room.<br><br>It was getting to her, though, and as the musicians led them into a more up-tempo dance, she felt her vision going blurry, then lost it for a few moments. The following moment, she opened her eyes and there was no music any more, but there were people standing over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 15:42:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she shook off the dizziness, she felt herself being carried... then opened her eyes to find that she was on a chaise longue, with Count Eltar kneeling beside her and holding her hand. "Forgive me, my lady," he said softly as he saw her rouse. "I had no idea you were unwell..." <br><br>A woman, finely dressed but not nearly so beautifully as Mirdania, placed a cool, moist handkerchief on her brow.<br><br>"Rest a while," the Count suggested with a gentle smile, "and then I shall see you to your chambers."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 15:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I fainted once before today...I had no idea I would faint while dancing, however." she said, looking at him. Feeling the woman cool her forehead, she looked up at her and blushed at her bosom rather close to her face. "You don't have to look after me. I'm sure my handmaiden will take care of everything; I believe she makes that her duty whether I like it or not."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 15:56:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not at all, my lady... it is a knight's duty to aid a damsel in distress." <br><br>Eltar smiled warmly as he reminded her of her previous comment, and that he was indeed a knight as well as a count. His smile brightened his whole appearance, giving him a gleam in the eye, making him seem much more personable. Much more handsome.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 02:55:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I assure you, my lord knight, I have no intention to be a damsel.. in distress." she said, though she had to admit he looked very handsome. A blush crept over her face, as she tried to gauge the significance of that. Maybe Mirdania was bisexual? Though frankly, that wasn't the only explanation. Back when she was Richard, she had never felt attracted to anyone. He could have been bisexual and not have known it...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 20:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Or perhaps this was Mirdania's true preference, away from the transformation and the Queen's influence? <br><br>"I shall make it my purpose that you feel no distress, then," the Count said and smiled again. Then he reached over and very gently touched her blushing cheek. It was only after a moment that she felt a small lock of air being moved away - it must have moved when she fell, and he was returning it to its place in her hairstyle. But his hand lingered a moment, a fingertip ever so gently tracing her cheekbone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 10:41:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her face was flushed now, the excitement of his ministrations and her own thoughts, which became rather steamy. "My lord...please...excuse me.&nbsp; I fear I need some time to rest. Your presence, I'm afraid to say, is rather... ehm, I don't really know how to express it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 22:33:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Intrusive?" he suggested quietly, clearly concerned - hoping that he was misreading the statement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 23:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..Maybe....probably unintentionally so." she said, nodding. "I'm sorry, now...now is not a good time. Perhaps we could talk another time? Maybe more private?" She really hoped he wasn't reading into that statement, she realised how much it implied. "...I must go rest, I will speak with you later." Getting up slowly, she pulled her dress along and tried to walk out of the room towards her own quarters, as fast as she could bear herself on the heels. She was careful to breathe deeply with every few steps.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 21:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I assure you it is not my intention. It is my fervent desire that you be glad in all things." He offered her a hand to help her to her feet as she pushed herself up, saying nothing as she mentioned speaking in private, only nodding.<br><br>She could see eyes follow her as she walked, heard voices whisper behind hands and fans. Her brief dance had, it seemed, caused something of a stir.<br><br>A guard stepped out as she reached the door. "Do you wish to return to your room, milady?" he asked with a deep bow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 09:43:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..Yes...I'm glad of...of your desire.." she said. Even though she felt like this world had given her a much bigger imagination in improvisation, such conversation still took a lot out of her. Seeing the guard, she nodded. "I do apologise for my...behaviour." she said, turning back around to the Count. "Again, please excuse me." she said, as she walked along with the guard. Turning to the man, she asked: "Could you... tell me something about the castle? Of its history?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 21:50:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Count bowed low before her, and took her hand and kissed it, before stepping back to let the strong guard guide her away.<br><br>As she left, she felt the Queen's eyes watching her.<br><br>The guard held every door wide for her, ensuring she could pass through in her wide panniered skirts with ease. Indeed, as she moved, she realised how little discomfort such extravagant and feminine attire now gave her. She needed rest now, but surely would be able to dance expertly at the next ball even if it were tomorrow night...<br><br>"The Dawn Palace, good my lady? Her Majesty's ancestral home, it has stood proud over three hundred years..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>28-12-2013, 21:10:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded her head to him with a smile; even though she wasn't all too charmed by his advances, she did appreciate his kindness and apparent concern.<br><br>Noticing the Queen glancing at her, she wondered whether or not this would spell any trouble in the future for her. She doubted the Queen would let this go unpunished.<br><br>As she listened to the guard's explanation of the castle, its history and the individual rooms, they quickly arrived at her room. "So when did the Queen start her reign here? Did she receive the title from her parents?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-12-2013, 11:42:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The guard nodded as he walked her back to her chambers. "From her mother, near a century ago now. She is blessed with a long life through her magics. No doubt age will be kind to you as well, your grace. Such beauty as yours does not fade with the years." He said this so plain, it sounded more like a statement of fact than a compliment.<br><br>As they reached her chambers, he let go of her hand, paused a moment to make sure she would not fall again, and pushed the doors open for her, then bowed as he waited for her to pass through. "Good night, my lady, I hope you are recovered soon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>02-01-2014, 22:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A century?!" she said, looking at the guard. "And how long have you been working here?" However she didn't have much time to listen to any answer as she reached her chambers, and was shown in by the guard. As she entered her chambers however, she felt alone, and falling to her knees she began to sob. "I want to go home.." she muttered in between sobs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-01-2014, 16:16:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you?" came a purring voice from the dark. "After all I have given you?" <br><br>The Queen stepped out of a shadowed corner, as if the darkness itself was a gate. Was there even room for her to hide there?<br><br>"Is the change too much for you, my dear? Forgive me, I hoped that immersing you in your new life would encourage you to enjoy it. You enjoy some of it at least, I know..." She gestured to the luxurious gown Mirdania wore, as she stepped over, then offered her a hand to help her to the chaise longue. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 21:46:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spinning around to face the source of the voice, she almost fell over. Instead, she rather ungraciously sat down on the bed, her skirts billowing upwards a little. "How did you do that?" she asked, too tired to try and figure it out by herself.<br><br>Thinking about what the Queen had given her, she said: "..It's just too much for me, in such a short time." Walking with the Queen to the sofa, she said: "Doesn't living so long bore you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 23:10:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Surely this is hardly the most remarkable spell you have seen since you came here, young lady," the Queen smiled. She patted her dainty hand soothingly as she laid her down comfortably on the couch, then produced a delicate lace-trimmed handkerchief for her to dry her tears.<br><br>"You will soon grow accustomed to your new life and all its bounties, I assure you. You already enjoy the softness of your new attire on your sensitive skin... And you will appreciate it for many a year, as I have, I think."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 11:32:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But don't you get bored of it?" she asked. "I can't imagine living for so long. Not even as a guy." She knew the Queen had knowledge of her former identity, or at least a little. Pretending to be a high-born lady was too much of an effort for her now, and it wasn't necessary anyway to keep up appearances. "Can't you take me back to my own world?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 06:55:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh no, my lovely," the Queen smiled wanly. "The spell that stole your body and placed your soul in that pretty frame was not of my making. To undo it I would require a way to connect your world and mine, to find the true Mirdania as she hides in your body. I must confess I admire the cleverness of her escape. I wonder what she is doing with your body right now? If she has the magics in your unenchanted world to reshape it in her image. Did she swear to you she would not?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>01-02-2014, 17:20:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She didn't." she said, her accent returning to his normal way of speech, apart from pitch.&nbsp; "Actually, she didn't explain anything. I feel like she's the good guy and you're the Evil Queen... but I don't know why. I dreamt about being her, on the run from you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 02:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She would hardly present herself as the villain as she entreated your aid. It must be freely given, and that would be far more readily achieved if you believed her the... damsel in distress?" The Queen smirked. "But no, my dear, we are simply rivals in certain matters of power. Have I mistreated you in any way? Or have I offered you every luxury and pleasure? You can gain much from your... predicament. Loyalty will be rewarded."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 19:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What are these certain matters, then? I might not be strong in magic as she is, but I inhabit her body and I feel I am entitled to know such things." She was on dangerous territory with these questions, but she carried on: "And why are you rivals, anyway? What reasons are there to wage war about one single person?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-02-2014, 15:49:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As heiress to one of the lands in my realm, she would style herself a queen and play at independence. I've no wish to lose a valued land because one maiden dislikes and resents me. She gathered malcontents and rogues from her homeland and beyond to try and force my hand, but her own witchery was no match for mine, so she found a way to flee... leaving you in her shoes. So I wish to appeal to your saner judgment, that we be allies... if you wish the throne, I will gladly give it to you... Princess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>13-02-2014, 15:22:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And some shoes they are..." she said softly, raising her skirts to show the to her incredibly high heels. "But I'm just some bystander. Why would you give me all that?" She wondered if the Queen was playing some game with her, baiting her with promises of a good life to the switch to a more sadistic persona.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 15:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, they are lovely, are they not?" the Queen said with a smile. "You wear them well."<br><br>In answer to her question, she smiled all the more cheerfully. "It is within my power to do so. And it would of course end the dispute, seeing you once more my loyal vassal and dear friend. My court has already seen you willingly attend a ball, so it will seem only natural when you agree to my terms of peace."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>20-02-2014, 02:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lovely?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "They push out my ass and my chest too, who invented these things?" H<br>She knew that her remark sounded rather silly, but for now she didn't care so much about what people thought of her.<br><br>"Will you teach me magic? So I might return home, and you can bring the real Mirdania to justice?" she asked. It wouldn't hurt to ask, she thought. And maybe, maybe staying here wouldn't be so bad...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-02-2014, 00:18:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Queen smirked at the question of who invented high heeled shoes. "I suspect a man, due to that very effect. But a century or so ago, they were worn more by men than women, to be tall and imposing, but in time they abandoned them and had us take them up. The women of your realm wear them now, do they not, despite their impracticality? So as to emphasise décolletage and derrière, as you do so charmingly now?"<br><br>Then she considered the question of magic. "I could do so, if you wish to return to your former life. However, it depends on the inner spark of magic in the individual."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 11:17:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing at the comment on her appearance, she asked: "You know of my world?" It was strange, but maybe she'd find a way to at least figure out what Mirdania was up to in her body. "Is it hard to teach magic?" she asked, looking at the Queen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 04:12:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know what I can see in your mind... a world of engines, crowding, dull attire... though the theatres in windows called 'cinema' and 'TV' and the flying craft are marvels... and... you have sent men to walk on your moon..." She smiled faintly. "You see our realm and think it backward by centuries... your people dressed as we do before your country was founded. Magic is but stories to you... and not the stories you prefer to view, even. Now you seek it, hmm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>01-03-2014, 16:12:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You've seen much..." she said, looking at the Queen. Feeling embarrassed about not liking fantasy, and now living it herself, she said: "I...I feel as if I should return. If not for my own sake, then for the sake of my own world." Thinking about it, she said: "And maybe I can help you with those flying crafts, or the TV, if you wish."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 03:45:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps... but for now you must rest. You have travelled far already, crossing worlds and forms and lives. We shall have another dance soon, and if you are able to dance as a young lady should for as long as a young lady should, then I will see that your strength has returned." The Queen smiled. "Until then, you are my guest, and I ask only that you behave as you should in your new life. Enjoy the luxuries of your standing. Be the lady you now are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>15-03-2014, 01:38:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing that allowing the Queen to do as she wished would be the better option, she nodded and said: "I will do so, then. Permit me to retire, Your Highness." Curtseying, she walked to the changing screen, where her lady-in-waiting was standing. "Could you please help me with this big clumsy dress?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-03-2014, 03:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Queen smiled as she agreed to play her allotted role as a lady, and smiled all the more as she curtseyed gracefully. "By all means. Goodnight, my dear. We shall speak further by day."<br><br>She could hear the sweep of the Queen's skirts as she turned to go, leaving her alone with her lady in waiting, who curtseyed deeply as she approached.<br><br>"Fear not, my lady, you will quickly grow accustomed to dressing properly, and indeed enjoy it in due course." She stated this as if it were an absolute certainty, as she guided her to a seat and began to untie and loosen the silk laces at the back of her gown.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2014, 08:47:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"For what it is worth, Linette, I would really appreciate you not calling me lady, least of all yours." she said, breathing in as the dress was loosened. Even though she still had on the corset underneath, it was a little bit easier to breathe with a loose dress. Remembering the one thing that made her stand up to the Queen before, she asked: "Linette, does the Queen receive word of these, you know, informal chats?" What she really wondered was whether this room had any sort of listening devices, magical or mechanical.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-03-2014, 17:49:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you would have me swear secrecy, ah, my lady, I can." She hesitated before continuing to use the title she considered proper. "I cannot promise that the doors will keep all sound in, of course, save in your private chamber." <br><br>As she spoke, she worked at the laces before finally pulling the gown up and off, then she started on the fastenings for the underskirts...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>20-03-2014, 21:13:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then I will have you swear secrecy." she said. "I do not wish to give you orders, Linette. It's not something I am used to. It's rather the opposite, when push comes to shove." Musing on that thought for a moment, she said: "Do you know that phrase? I bet you have rather different sayings here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 08:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I understand your meaning," the lady-in-waiting confirmed. "You speak our language as a native, of course, so I do not know the idiom but I follow." She smiled reassuringly. "And I swear secrecy, my lady. I will be your confidante."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>03-04-2014, 20:02:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright. Then, even though you are in the employ of the Queen and no doubt must follow her orders even if they conflict with mine, can you keep our conversations a secret from her as well?" she asked, worried that somehow, the Queen would find out about her doubts. Yawning, she realised that while the ball had only started about an hour ago, she felt incredibly tired. "Could you bring me something to sleep in? Or I could just sleep in the nude, I guess, but I doubt I would be used to that just yet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 01:36:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will keep your confidences as best I am able. Her Majesty has the knowing of thoughts, but does not use that lightly."<br><br>Linette glanced at the elaborate golden clock on the mantelpiece as she asked for something to sleep in, then nodded. "If you feel it best, I shall do so at once." She turned with a rustle of skirts and moved to one of the large chests of drawers in the boudoir, retrieving a lovely white silk chemise trimmed with delicate lace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 14:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's good to know, just in case." she said, her attention on the chemise Linette withdrew from the drawers. "Hmm, is there anything more.. Masculine? Maybe a pair of shorts?" He wouldn't mind wearing the thin garment after the hell in lace she was wearing at the moment, but if there was anything more her speed, she would take her chances.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 03:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I am afraid not" the maid said with a shake of her head. "Your attire is suited to your status and appearance. The Queen has requested you have every luxury a lady could desire."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>23-04-2014, 01:23:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What if my desire is trousers?" she asked, a wry smile on her lips. "It would only be for sleeping, I suppose the Queen wouldn't allow it in any other way..." Looking at Linette, she fluttered her lashes, wondering how effective she was at using her feminine wiles..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 03:03:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A lady would not desire such coarse manly apparel," Linette said as if stating a simple fact. <br><br>"I could inquire as to something like bloomers you might sleep in, but can make no promises there." She smiled softly, apparently unmoved by feminine wiles but perhaps moved by the concern that brought them on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>25-04-2014, 22:10:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess I'll have to remind you that I am no lady, then." she said, not really sure if the 'bloomers would be an acceptable alternative. "Is there anything the Queen has planned for tomorrow?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 04:19:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are a lady in persona, so you are to become a lady in deed," Linette said just as casually. <br><br>She removed the warming pan from the bed. <br><br>"I believe that Her Majesty plans some riding, perhaps falconry. No doubt she hopes that some gallant young gentleman will impress your with his prowess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 03:27:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She would like that, I'm sure. It won't happen, though..." she said. Looking at Linette, then at the bed, she asked: "Where will you be staying? Do you have your quarters nearby?" It would be Mirdania's first night there, and the thought of being alone for the night was a rather unwelcome one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 02:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette gave a small nod of acknowledgement to her statement that she would not be impressed by any men, confirming that she had heard it without in any way suggesting agreement or disagreement.<br><br>To her question, she nodded again, this time clearly in agreement. "My bedchamber is indeed nearby, as is another maidservant's so that you shall be provided for at all hours. For now, would you like some supper?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 19:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip, she sat down on the bed. "Supper would be lovely. Can you make sure we have enough for two? I'd love to get to know you more. And the other maidservant as well, so that'll be three, actually." The remaining petticoats made her look rather silly, sitting on the bed like this. "Or would that be too presumptuous of me, as well?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2014, 05:12:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can see if Juna is awake... she may well have stayed up to watch the ball." Linette smiled faintly at the mention of the dance, which was still going on not so far away. "And if you wish supper before bed, I shall bring you a robe suitable for receiving visitors." She made her way back to the boudoir, to retrieve a soft pale silk robe from another of the many drawers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>19-05-2014, 14:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at the robe, she was not at all disappointed with it, though she wished it had been another colour. Taking it in her hands, she said: "Could you help me out of these skirts?*, meaning the petticoats. They restricted her movement as she sat on the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-05-2014, 18:13:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, my lady." Linette appeared to call her that again without thinking, and made no comment on having done so, as she helped to unfasten and slide off the petticoats, leaving Mirdania's legs freer and cooler in the chemise and fine stockings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 21:57:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sighing at the appellation, she let Linette help her our of the cumbersome petticoats. They were amazingly bouffant, and if women routinely wore those, she had a newfound respect for them. It wasn't often she had thought about women's clothing before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 02:56:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now, however, she would have to think about women's clothing on a daily basis - more often, probably, as ladies of court seemed to dress for every occasion and the Queen wanted her to be the most ladylike of all. The real Mirdania dressed beautifully as well, if not so extravagantly as this... how would she be faring with T-shirts and jeans?<br><br>She was now able to sit, to remove her dainty high heeled shoes and the stockings that clung so pleasingly to her legs, as Linette rang the bell for the kitchen and stepped out into a side chamber.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>08-06-2014, 14:46:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sighing, she moved her legs to get to her heels, in order to take them off. For high heels they had been surprisingly comfortable, even though she hadn't much thought of it. Feeling the silk rub of the stockings against each other made her blush, and she wasn't going to take them off just yet...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 03:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The temptation to stroke her smooth legs, wrapped in the delightfully soft silk, was all but irresistible. The desire reminded her that her new body was so attuned to the sensuous touch of fine feminine clothing. And how lovely her legs looked like this, their shapeliness emphasised by her elegant shoes. Such a shame to take them off... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 22:47:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...Never mind." she said to herself, as she laid back on the bed, feeling the softness of the mattress, the luxuriousness of the sheets... She could get used to it. She wondered for a while if she could just fall asleep. Then again, she had ordered some food just now, and she wanted to get to know the staff.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 04:57:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had not quite fallen asleep by the time supper arrived. Another pretty young lady-in-waiting (http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/087/4/f/stripes_of_18th_century_by_lill_sara-d3co31h.jpg) set down a silver platter and curtseyed. <br><br>"Lady Mirdania, I present your morning lady-in-waiting, Juna."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 11:17:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at the young woman, she smiled. "It's nice to meet you. I'm R- Mirdania. Please call me that. If you must, call me lady in public, but here I'm just...myself." She stretched a little, her bosom moving up in quite the alluring fashion. Blushing, she looked at Juna and Linette both, saying: "I'm sorry, that was a bit...rude."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 11:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We will try," Linette said. "Although we have been taught to address ladies, lords and knights as their titles befit, we know that your culture is different."<br><br>Juna looked puzzled.<br><br>"Her Grace the Duchess comes from a realm with different titles," Linette explained, almost true.<br><br>"Very good, madam." Juna smiled.<br><br>Neither of them seemed to notice her stretch and the motion of her body. Or if they did, they did not comment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 11:49:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at Linette's explanation. "In fact, where I come from, we did have an aristocracy, but it's been long since stripped of most of its formal power." She looked at the food they had brought. "I do not recognise these dishes. What are they? Oh, and please sit with me. I would like the company during dinner." There was enough to feed a family, and she was sure that they had expected her to eat only a fraction; the rest would no doubt be eaten by the staff later on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 05:06:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Juna explained the dishes as she laid them out and offered to serve a portion of each. "Glazed lamb... pigeon pie... sliced pineapple, the very latest thing... a stewed fig pudding... perhaps something lighter, a blackcurrant tart? Water from the mountain, and wine from the valleys..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 11:54:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..And what do you like? Or you, Juna?" She knew it would be an odd question: perhaps they had never eaten these dishes, or were possibly not allowed to. "If you need to, you can taste some of it. I'm sure I can't eat all this by myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 22:54:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Juna seemed perplexed. "I am sure you will not need tasters, who would poison you?"<br><br>Linette explained quietly "her Grace is offering to share."<br><br>Juna seemed more perplexed. "Well, ah... the blackcurrant tarts are always best with cream."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 07:35:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cream? Oh yes, I see." she said, smiling as she took one from its tray, and took a tentative bite. Licking her lips, she smiled at them both. "Oh, please eat as well, unless you really don't want to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 07:41:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Juna looked relieved as the Duchess appeared to appreciate her suggestion.<br><br>"It, ah, would be our honour, my lady," Linette said, nodding to Juna to play along. The nobility made such strange demands sometimes. <br><br>"I might have one myself, if you will not have them all," Juna said, gesturing to the tarts.<br><br>"May I serve my lady some of the lamb or pie, perhaps?" Linette suggested. "And we shall take some if it please you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 08:07:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course. Please, help yourselves!" She was glad for the company. "And I'd like some lamb, thanks- thank you." She seemed flustered, for some reason. Juna and Linette both looked so...gorgeous. Even though they didn't wear extravagant gowns or even the luxurious lingerie she was wearing, they were beautiful women. "So where are you from?" she asked, an innocent enough question, she thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 08:37:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No doubt they would look stunning in the kinds of delightful gowns she had been allowed to wear... and how would she look dressed as a lady in waiting? Would anyone pay her any heed at all? Probably... chances are that ladies like Linette and Juna attracted plenty of attention themselves, plain as their dresses were.<br><br>The Queen had no doubt given her beautiful ladies in waiting for a reason. Did she want their beauty to remind her of the man she had been, perhaps? Were they a tease?<br><br>Linette cut the lamb into bite-sized pieces, ensuring Mirdania had to do nothing but fork them and lift them to her mouth, barely even chew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 08:55:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If they were there just to tease her, it was working. She could feel a blush creeping over her face, as she thought of what they looked like in her own lingerie. She wondered if she could get them to dress up for her. Maybe not.<br>Taking a small bite of the offered lamb, she closed her eyes, and let out a contented sigh. "This is heavenly, have you tried this? You should, it's wonderful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 09:11:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette offered some sauce to go with the soft warm meat. "We have it around the Harvest and at New Year, but more often cold cuts after balls and parties. It is good cold, but better heated."<br><br>Juna went to take a slice for herself, looking to Mirdania for permission.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 15:46:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding at Juna, she said: "Go ahead, feel free." She enjoyed the company of Linette and Juna; it felt good to talk to them about any sort of thing. Small talk like this was good for her, she thought. "Well, it tastes lovely with the sauce. I'm glad you're telling me about it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 03:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette lowered her head briefly, showing her appreciation for the compliment to what was, after all, carrying out her duty properly. "What else might my lady like to try?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 12:14:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh..I don't know.. What would you suggest?" she asked. The two girls being so close to her made her feel a little warm, and till be honest she had some ideas to try, but it would be so wrong to ask them for anything carnal. After all, they had no choice but to obey her, right? "..Juna, Linette...if I ask you for something, would you do it? Even if you didn't want to do it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 05:29:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette spoke first. "We are at your command, my lady."<br>"Of course," Juna added with a slight nod, not quite hiding a nervous expression.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 12:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But what if my commands make you dislike me? Fear me? ...Hate me?" she asked worriedly. "Can you promise me something? If I ever get used to these luxuries... Would you tell me if any of my requests, wishes, would make you uncomfortable?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 01:53:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course we shall, my lady," Linette said with a slight nod and a light smile.<br><br>Juna glanced to Linette, then looked a little less nervous and nodded as well as she spoke. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 20:27:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, both. That means a lot to me, even though...I don't feel like I should be giving you commands at all." she said. Biting her lip, she laid down on her back. "..I'd better go to bed. I won't do anything tonight anyway.." She wondered what the two women would do. Would they stay? Would they leave? She didn't want to impose, she felt so uncomfortable in this new position of power.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-12-2014, 02:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very good, my lady." Linette rose, smoothing down her skirt with one hand, a move so practised it was probably instinctive. Juna followed suit, doing the same. "Would you like us to leave any of these dishes?" Linette asked as she moved to tidy up, while Juna went to turn down the bed and fluff up the pillows. Each action was so well drilled, it reminded the new Duchess Mirdania that they seemed most comfortable in their expected positions and roles, and when she played the role she was now placed in as well...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>25-12-2014, 18:59:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, eh, you can just take them away." she said, seeing how expertly they fluffed the pillows, made the bed... "Again, thank you for everything. I really appreciate all the help you've given." The thought of sleep seemed to make her more sleepy in turn. "Ehm..." she said, looking at the two girls. "Where do you sleep, actually? It's nearby, I hope?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-12-2014, 03:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maids put the dishes back on the silver platter, ready to take it back. "There are servants' quarters for every wing of the palace, so we are just a few minutes away through the night," Linette explained with a smile and tone that were presumably meant to be reassuring. "And Juna shall see you in the morning, bring you breakfast and prepare you for your first full day at court."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>29-12-2014, 20:04:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ehm..." she said, biting her lip. It would probably look awfully cute, but weak, and not befitting a lady of her stature. "..What if I'd want you to be closer?" She didn't want to appear scared, but she was; this new situation, this strange setting, didn't suit her at all.<br><br>These servants were the closest thing she had to friends here, and she needed one of those right then and there. Hopefully they'd be willing to stay, she didn't want to force them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-12-2014, 02:56:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette and Juna looked at her, Linette glanced at Juna and nodded "As my lady wishes. If you feel safer with one of us here, I can remain..." she said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>01-07-2015, 16:24:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..Please, yes.." she said, looking at Linette. "...And thank you." Looking up at the ceiling, she saw the light that illuminated the room. <br><br>"..Can we...turn that off, or something?" she asked, wondering how it made such constant illumination without being electrical.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-07-2015, 04:57:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Juna stepped away, going to a closet by the door and retrieving a pole with some kind of brass device on one end. A mechanical arm, which she used to grasp a control somewhere in the chandelier of lamps and turn them down...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>03-07-2015, 08:21:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at the contraption, she wondered what kind of technology was available in this world. Getting underneath the covers, she looked at Linette. "..Will you..sleep with me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2015, 06:52:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette nodded at the request. "My purpose is to serve, my lady. I will warm your bed." Juna stepped over and began to undress her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>05-07-2015, 13:21:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you..." she said, blushing as she saw Juna undress Linette. Neither of them could help the fact that they were beautiful, and Mirdania couldn't help it that she was attracted to their supple bodies. Under the sheets, she could feel herself getting warm, becoming moist at her crotch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-07-2015, 18:52:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Would this last? Was her attraction to women only a remnant of her previous life as a man? One the Queen kept in place to toy with her emotions? Certainly, assigning her a pair of beautiful handmaidens who were shy about her sexuality but willing to please her to this extent suggested she knew how she felt...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>01-08-2015, 17:12:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She certainly hoped the Queen wouldn't take away this attraction. It felt like the only thing that was still originally hers, her mind. Having that changed would be the lady straw, and she wasn't sure if she could take something like that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 02:13:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette slipped into the bed, wearing only her chemise and bloomers. She looked at Mirdania shyly.<br><br>Then she heard a knock at the door...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 20:07:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting upright almost immediately, Mirdania felt a wave of shame wash over her. She shouldn't have asked Linette to stay, that was foolish and selfish... "..Who is it?" she asked, looking at the door. Was it the Queen?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 03:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette moved from the bed, to answer the door. Outside stood one of the Queen's ladies in waiting, holding an envelope with a wax seal. She handed it to Linette, who took it and curtsied, then closed the door and returned to stand by the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 02:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What...what is it?" she asked, looking at Linette. She felt a little awkward, receiving a letter at her own room this late at night. "..Is it from the Queen?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 04:00:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid nodded. "It was delivered by one of Her Majesty's other ladies in waiting, and it bears the royal seal." She moved to bring a small candelabrum over so that Mirdania might read more easily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 11:50:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking the letter, Mirdania opened it quickly, taking out the card inside. Holding it to the candlelight, she tried to read it. While the script wasn't the alphabet that she knew, she still seemed capable of reading it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 01:38:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Lady Mirdania, Duchess of Loenne,<br><br>It is my hope that you are recovered from your sore head, and will be ready and happy to attend the tournament beginning at ten of the clock tomorrow. I shall have a new dress and ensemble prepared for you, including a handkerchief that you may gift to the knight who merits your favour. Further, there shall be another masque come the evening, and I shall be disappointed if I do not see you accept at least three invitations to dance. I hope you will not let the troubles in your head prevent you from taking part in the entertainments of the court.<br><br>Most sincerely, <br><br>Her Majesty, Queen Cataren the First</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>17-12-2015, 22:42:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>A Duchess... Really?</em> If Mirdania had had the title before, she hadn't known that from her dreams. Or had the Queen gifted her this, without any pomp or circumstance? Looking at Linette, she shivered. "..The Queen requests I attend the tournament tomorrow. And... she wants me to dance at least three times. I can't do this.." she muttered, feeling light-headed already.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-12-2015, 05:23:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Linette pursed her lips. "Her Majesty wishes what is best for you, my lady, as she does for we all. She wishes you to be who you are." She gestured to the lady's figure, a sweeping movement down that mimed tracing the flow of a full-skirted dress as if picturing her in a courtly ballgown. "Do not let the past trouble you, live as you are meant to..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Irolon</strong> on <strong>23-12-2015, 16:34:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed, looking at Linette. For all the submissive traits that the woman seemed to have, Mirdania knew that Linette was loyal to the Queen, and would stop Mirdania from doing anything against the Queen's wishes. "I don't wish to dance with anyone..." she said, rolling her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreamer's Bond (Irolon/Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-12-2015, 08:41:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do not know how difficult it can be to live a different life, to be a soul in a new body... but this is your life now, you must live it. Her Majesty will soon find you a politically valuable husband if you do not entertain suitors of your own." The maid shook her head. "But do not worry, your desire for men will surely return."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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