An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2
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				Title: <strong>An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 01:37:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/MatBanner.jpg)</div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illium was a world that never slept, and Nos Astra was the heartbeat at the center. Evening was falling. Tasale, the star that Illium orbited, was beginning to creep towards the jagged horizon of skyscrapers, veined with the traffic of skycars. The walkways and paths that threaded between the towers were always full and lively with the city’s patrons. Some were going about their normal business, others in search of vice or flesh. It was a world where nothing was illegal. Red sand could be purchased and sold freely, provided you had the right permits, and running a brothel or a sex bar was as easy as registering a permit.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0b/JunaBack.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Juna Leshoss turned from looking at the vista back to her private terminal in the foyer of Matriarch T’Shana’s tower. Her stream of clients had been modest that night. Mostly turian and asari, but there was also the odd salarian and even a human.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The lobby itself was carved and trimmed in black marble and metal in the latest asari curves, paneled with holomonitors, pulsing neon lights, emitters, and of course, the giant wall-sized fish tank that spanned the length of it. The monitors and emitters always displayed shifting patterns: scantily dressed asari of moving light in various outfits, some of them modeled after T’Shana herself. The board behind her desk cycled through the latest ads being shown all over Illium. T’Shana’s icy, yet provocative stares and poses watched over the entrance to her lobby in equal parts invitation and equal parts dare as it screened over recorded video of her more well-known ‘assets’.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though despite her fame, pictures of the matriarch weren’t quite so alluring as the flesh and blood Juna herself. She wore a tight netted dress that stopped at her thighs, which offered next to no covering. Her decency was protected, modestly, by a small black undergarment, but the rest of the dress gave full view to her sumptuous breasts, nipples poking between the holes. Other than a pair of spiked dress heels, the only other thing she wore was the thin black choker, locked with a small device that only the matriarch could remove.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slavery was also legal on Illium, especially when debt was involved, but even after the debt was paid, Juna found herself indebted to T’Shana’s wisdom even more.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The door chimed, and a male human walked into the foyer. Juna smiled brightly, and did her best to present her body. She laid her hands on her desk, leaning forward, then cocked her head. “Welcome to the tower of the one and only Matriarch T’Shana. I’m Juna, her secretary. Is there something I can help you with?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 01:34:19</strong>
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				Michael Wright wasn't used to the bright lights and big city feel of Nos Astra, having grown up on an Alliance colony world that, while quite populous in a relative sense, had fewer inhabitants in its entirety than Nos Astra could boast alone. Its was both intimidating and amazing to behold all at once, the scope of the Asari city spanning out to the horizon even when one was in a taxi that was level with the skyline. Still, the sight of the magnificent city was not foremost in Michael's mind. He was about to meet an Asari Matriarch and be subjected to doing... well, whatever she decided to do with him. The vacation to Illium was an effort by Michael to get over being dumped by his girlfriend, and Matriarch T'Shana seemed more qualified than anyone to give Michael that. It was something he was more than a little nervous about though, given that he had never done any of this before.<br><br>The Matriarch was the most renowned dominatrix on the planet, and Michael was a 'rookie' to such things, if that term could even be applied here. The taxi pulled to a stop, and Michael payed, getting out and looking around for a moment, now standing before the entrance to Matriarch T'Shana's tower. Of all the intimidating sights on Illium so far, this was by far the greatest. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, walking in to the tower.<br><br>Michael wasn't dressed particularly fancy. His dark hair was kept short, and he wore fine but comfortable clothes that were a little bit loose. A lot of people wore tighter clothing, but Michael was a scientist, and paid more attention to physics and chemistry than he did to fashion. He could appreciate when someone was wearing particularly nice clothes, but he wasn't savvy at getting himself dressed up. That said, he had bought some nice things since arriving on Illium, including the dark green jacket that he was wearing right then. It was made of thin, light materials so that even in the heat that was so all encompassing on Illium, he could wear it without discomfort. The from was open, showing a fine black shirt. He was wearing the pants that he usually wore when attending an important meeting or event for work: navy colored pants with a brand name that was apparently a good one along the waist line.<br><br>As he walked into the tower, Michael looked around at all of the glowing images inside of the lobby. He thought he recognized Matriarch T'Shana on one of the holoimages, and was still surprised at how attractive he found Asasri. He hadn't often had the chance to meet aliens on the world he was born on, so they were still quite strange to him. Still, Asari seemed so very... <em>human</em> in terms of their physical appearance.<br><br>His attention was drawn forward though, when an Asari spoke to him, introducing herself as Juna. Michael struggled to keep his jaw from falling wide open when he saw her. She was absolutely gorgeous, and she was wearing almost nothing at all. He could see almost everything, but after a few seconds Michael was able to focus properly. "I... sorry, I'm Michael Wright. I uh... I have an appointment with Matriarch T'Shana..." he said, his face flushing bright red from embarrassment.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 03:28:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Juna kept her smile provocative and inviting, making sure to check him out before consulting her terminal, and making sure that he would notice. “Michael Wright…ah yes, I see that you do have an appointment with the matriarch…you’re right on time.” She turned her gaze back to him. “All I need to do is scan your chit, and you can be on your way…it wouldn’t do to keep her waiting…thank you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took his credit chit when he offered it, then scanned it at her terminal. The computer deposited he funds from his bank account while two small, holographic asari dancers gyrated against each other on the countertop. At the same time, she keyed the sensors in the room to scan him. Other than his clothes, and a few small personal items, he wasn’t carrying any noticeable weapons, improvised or otherwise. The scan also didn’t detect any biotic amps. It wasn’t that Matriarch T’Shana couldn’t defend herself; a little warning was all she asked in advance. The scan also picked up an elevated heart rate, some perspiration, as well as some elevated testosterone. He was nervous, and horny. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You seem nervous, Mr. Wright,” she commented casually as she finished the transaction, “and your name isn’t familiar. I take it this is your first time with the matriarch?” She placed the chit in his hand, but before he took it away, she closed his fingers in her palms, then lifted his hand and took his index finger in her mouth, sucking it gently, even nibbling it. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 05:44:08</strong>
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				Michael quickly handed Juna his credit chit, having it ready on hand. The Asari's eyes were moving up and down his body, and he found that his own eyes were moving up and down Juna's body as well, drinking in the sight of her. Why in the hell were Asari attractive? They were a different species from a different planet! Even so, Michael found that Juna was almost magnetically attracting his eyes. The way that she sat and the 'clothes' that she wore, it was all something that Michael wasn't used to. Even less so the fact that she was not a human being. The two holographic Asari dancers on the counter top only added to the air of sex and sensuality that he was quickly sensing this place was all about. Michael knew that Illium was a place where one could get just about anything, but this, seeing a dominatrix, was something he simply didn't think existed until he had left the world he was born on.<br><br>When Juna pointed out that he seemed nervous, Michael actually laughed a little bit. "Is it that obvious?" He asked when the Asari asked if it was his first time seeing the Matriarch. He just nodded, managing a small smile. When Juna took hold of his fingers after handing back his credit chit though, Michael's smile vanished, replaced with a painting of surprise on his face when he took his finger in her mouth. He could feel her sucking, her teeth even biting down ever so slightly, and quite honestly, it turned him on more than he already was, and Michael felt his pants getting tighter. "I... uh... yes this is my first time. I've actually... never done anything like this before..." he said, his eyes locked on Juna's and he found himself completely unable to look away from her, and he wasn't sure he would even want to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 23:01:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Juna grinned, the edge of her teeth grazing the last knuckle of his finger. She gave it one last suck, then pulled it from between her blue lips. “Let me put it this way: I would be more concerned if you weren’t nervous. But don’t worry, she doesn’t bite as hard as me…at least, not right away.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pressed a key on her interface, unlocking the executive elevator that led straight to the penthouse floor at the top of the tower. Between the foyer and penthouse, the tower was filled with several other ventures and businesses of the matriarch, though Juna herself took little interest in them. Her job was to simply greet and schedule her clients, and to tease and work them up a bit for the matriarch if the opportunity allowed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If there’s nothing else, Mr. Wright, the matriarch will be waiting for you in her penthouse suite,” she said, gesturing to the elevator. “As I said, it wouldn’t do to keep her waiting.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After he left, she opened the intercom to Matriarch T’Shana. “Matriarch, your next client is on his way. Human, Michael Wright.”<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Human, Michael Wright</em>.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Thank you Juna.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Matriarch Illarya T’Shana (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Illarya_T%27Shana) closed the link, setting down her digital magazine on the counter next to the wet bar. Her break had been pleasant, but now it was time to see another of the galaxy’s lost or interested souls. A human this time. Both sexes of the race interested her greatly, the males especially, though few were on Illium at a given time, being that it was so close to the Terminus Systems. They were still a relatively new race to the galactic community, though they had made quite a name for themselves in a very short time.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She strode into the main living area, the shades in the great windows that covered the entire wall half drawn so that they cast an appropriate shadow into it. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, enough ambient light making it in that she didn’t need to brighten anything. Mood lightning burned softly, some light lavender and blue to counteract the darkness. The main room was circular, housing a plush set of sofas and chairs, the wet bar, and a full holo-erotic entertainment simulator in addition to some more mundane furnishings. The main playroom, her bedroom, was up the curved stairs that ran up to the second level.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wore something similar to an asari dancer, instead of the shiny, flashy, vibrant hues that served to reflect light and stimulate the senses, her skinsuit was a deep, velvety black. It had been tailored with laser precision against her body so that it fit and hugged every curve perfectly. From her neck to her ankles, it was one solid, seamless piece of fabric with the strength of polymer but with the sinful touch of satin. The chest had been removed, allowing a sliver for her large breasts to spill free, with aerodynamic cuts that left her sex, rear cheeks, and inner and outer thighs bare.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The elevator interface chimed, letting her know that he was nearing arrival. <em>What way is best to greet him?</em> She thought mildly to herself. <em>Waiting for him in the foyer</em>? No, this one she would make come to her. She sat down into one of the plush chairs in the living room, the farthest away from the foyer and facing the elevator door, crossing her long legs and tracing her finger along the silky fabric on the arm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 01:31:50</strong>
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				Michael nodded when Juna directed him to the elevator, embarrassed by his obvious arousal. "Th-thank you..." he said, stumbling over his words as he moved to the elevator, taking a deep breath to steady himself as he got into the elevator. Michael was trying to get his mind off of Juna, wondering if she behaved in that exact same manner with every client, or if she was different with everyone. He watched the numbers ticking above the elevator's door, waiting for it to come to a halt, trying to keep his head clear for the moment. It was only a few seconds before the elevator came to a stop and opened, but it felt like a much longer period of time than that. After taking another deep breath, Michael walked out of the elevator, walking forward a few steps before coming into a large, circular room with slight purple and blue hued lights spilling out of it.<br><br>He only had to look around at all of the fine furniture and artwork before seeing another Asari sitting proudly on a luscious chair opposite the door that he was walking in through. Michael had no doubts at all that she was Matriarch T'Shana, and he found himself even more nervous having seen her looking in his direction. "Um... hello," Michael said, walking forward slowly, his eyes on the Matriarch, roaming over her body. Based on how Juna had been dressed, Matriarch T'Shana seemed to actually be wearing less somehow, and he doubted that he clothes were for the purpose of privacy. It was probably to make her appear alluring, which she certainly did not need any help with. Michael felt himself almost spellbound, unable to look away from T'Shana. "I'm Michael. Uh... you probably knew that already..." he said, feeling particularly awkward at that moment.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-07-2013, 00:15:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya cocked her head to the side in interest as Michael Wright stepped into her penthouse living room; her lair. Humans were always so fascinating. Each one, save for identical twins, were never truly the same, always possessing different hair, skin color, or traits. Sometimes the differences were minute, other times vast. She liked the ones with the darker hair, like his, and the thick, brutish ones that fell easily to her spells, though she doubted he would be like that.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes, I am Matriarch T’Shana,” she replied, feeling his eyes grope her body. She returned the favor, wondering what secrets lay beneath his clothes. She would discover soon enough, but to his last remark, she smiled, purple painted lips &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Asarilips.jpg)giving way to white teeth. “But little more than your name, race, and sex did I know before you arrived. I like to work from the bottom with all of my clients, Mr. Wright. It lets me paint a more thorough picture when our time begins, and exploring a new being is a passion of mine.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He seemed the nervous type, though that could be said for many of her clients. Even ones from the turian military that sought a special kind of discipline they couldn’t find in their ranks.&nbsp; But nerves said little of what he was truly searching for.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;T’Shana shifted slightly in her seat, then recrossed her legs. Dragging a nail lightly along her chin in thought, she gestured with her eyes to the wet bar. “I always enjoy a glass of Thessia red before a session. Why don’t you pour me a glass and come kneel at my feet? I would hear why you sought out an asari matriarch this evening.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>27-07-2013, 04:24:04</strong>
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				Michael was watching Matriarch T'Shana, knowing that she was taking him in and studying him. He had seen a similar look on his fellow scientists when they were examining interesting subjects or new materials. It was a strange feeling, being watched in such a way. When she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, Michael saw her more private area, and found himself getting more aroused than he was before. It was quite obvious since he had entered the room that he was turned on, and now it was more so. He nodded dumbly when the Matriarch told him to get him a glass of Thessia red. He found it odd to be told to kneel at someone's feet, but he found that he liked the idea. "I... yes, okay..." he said, walking over to the wet bar and examining the bottles there before identifying the appropriate drink and pouring some into a fine looking glass. He walked over, careful to not spill any wine, and then stood in front of the Matriarch.<br><br>He remember what she had said them though, and Michael knelt down in front of Matriarch T'Shana's feet, offering the glass to her. "I... well, for a while I've wanted to experience... you know, submitting to a woman. The idea has always made me... excited. Until a couple of weeks ago, I was in a pretty steady relationship. I asked my girlfriend if she would help me to fulfill these ideas I had but she rejected me," Michael said. He took a breath for a moment, still not moving his eyes away from Matriarch T'Shana. "I'll spare you the exact details, but she said I was sick, and a freak, in so many words. Needless to say, she left me." Michael already felt a huge weight off his chest. He hadn't told any of his friends the actual story of what had happened. Only that his girlfriend had left him. "Anyway... I came here to Illium for a vacation to kind of clear my head. Then I heard about you and that you could provide the kind of experience that I've been thinking of." Michael was blushing bright red now, but tried his best to keep looking at Matriarch T'Shana, not wanting to seem anti-social by looking away or anything of that nature.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 01:33:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya took the flute from him, swirling the wine before taking a sip. The reds always had such a rich, heady aroma, which she enjoyed after tasting. It was nice and dry. Michael knelt before her obediently, she noted, and as he began his story, she pieced together an opinion of his persona. So he liked submission, craved it even, but was hurt in the process of trying to explore it. A story like that wasn’t uncommon to her ears. BDSM had its place in the galaxy, though many didn’t want to see it, and therefore scorned it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I see,” she said as he finished, swirling the flute again and gazing into the contents of the glass. “So really, Mr. Wright, what you are seeking is submission, and for that, I dare say you have come to the right place.” She uncrossed her legs, and pointed her foot towards his chest. It was clad in a black boot that ran to her calf, pointed both in toe and a dagger-like heel. “Why don’t you begin to show me how much you want it by kissing this?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he did, she enjoyed her wine, drinking it casually. She moved her boot sometimes, higher so that he could work kisses along the calf and heel, or lower to make him hunch towards the ground. After she was satisfied, she presented the other so that he could begin again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now tell me, Mr. Wright,” she continued silkily, “You’re on the far side of the galaxy, kissing the boots of a superior woman. How does that make you feel? Be concise: my boots are not to be ignored for long.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 02:48:41</strong>
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				Michael had never heard such a request before himself, though this was his first experience with a dominatrix, so he didn't know if it was common or not. While kissing Matriarch T'Shana's boot was not what he had fantasizes about, he knew that what he wanted to do was not exactly the point. If he pleased her, she might give him what he wanted. Or not. Who could say besides Illarya T'Shana herself. He pressed his lips against the Matriarch's boot, following the movements of her foot, figuring that she wanted him to kiss different areas of her boot, rather than just the same place over and over again. Michael knew that his assumption was right when She presented her other foot to him, and he repeated the process with it as he had the first one.<br><br>"I feel... I don't know..." he said. Kissing feet wasn't what he had ever wanted to do, but he did it because she was telling him to. He went back to it for a moment, trying to think of how best to describe how he felt. "I suppose I'm glad that I don't have to just ignore my desires and that I'm obviously not the only one who has them." Michael said. That felt about right to him. He was glad that he wasn't the only person in the galaxy who would want to experience submitting to a woman. Until the meeting between himself and Matriarch T'Shana had been arranged, it had been quite a lonely feeling. Not so much now, though Michael did wonder how long she planned on having him kissing her boot. Until she finished her wine perhaps? Maybe she wanted him to wonder about it so that she could catch him off guard whenever she did decide to have him do something else, or do something else to him.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 00:14:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya drank her wine casually, allowing him to explore everything from the calf down. Perhaps it wasn’t his thing, but he would learn soon enough that kissing the feet of an asari matriarch was a gift to be relished. She tipped the flute one last time, draining the rest of the Thessia red, then set the glass on the end table next to her, withdrawing her foot and standing up. She reached down with a finger, hooking it below his chin to bring his eyes directly towards her bare sex.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Up,” she commanded. “I want to have a look at you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once he was standing, she looked him up and down again, then began to circle. Once she was behind him, she reached around, running her hands down his chest, fingers probing against the muscle. Her purple-painted nails dug slightly against the fabric, pulling at it, and they drifted lower to his thighs and crotch. One hand caressed a thigh, the other squeezing over the lap of his pants. She loved the similar build of humans; not quite so stocky as turians, or flexible as salarians. They made excellent partners.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So, a human male with human problems,” she said softly in his ear. Her bare sex ground against his rear, her breasts pressing into his back. “Yet you come to an asari matriarch for guidance. Is it because you seek the wisdom of a being who has lived for centuries beyond anyone you have ever known?” She squeezed his crotch a little tighter. “Or are you simply craving a taste of azure?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 09:52:30</strong>
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				Michael felt so odd as Matriarch T'Shana examined him, her hands moving around his body. He wasn't self-conscious. Michael was actually in reasonably good shape. He wasn't a body builder or anything, but he kept himself physically healthy, since it was pretty well known that physical health meant better mental health, and better mental health meant he was better at his job in general. Being almost felt up by this Asari woman though... it was strange. He didn't know how to respond to her either. "A taste of..." he stopped, his eyes going wide at what she said. He had learned, during his time on Illium, what it was that people meant when they spoke of 'Azure', and Illarya's forwardness was throwing Michael off a little bit, especially with her grabbing his crotch rather tightly to boot. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands, or if he should lean back against her, or away from her, or just not move at all.<br><br>"I don't know... I mean, I guess going forward, um, I want to have experienced this at least one time, so that I know if it is something that I really want in my life and that I should look for in whatever future relationships I may have or if it was just a fantasy that I don't enjoy as much as I thought I would," Michael said. He gulped a little bit. "And, uh, well... I mean, I've always found Asari to be, um... I don't know. I mean, you look a lot like human woman, but you're so different. That and you are pretty much the most highly regarded, uh... I know sometimes we're supposed to use a title depending on what you want to be called." Michael was clearly turned on, and with her hand where it was, Illarya couldn't possibly miss that fact. "I mean, you have a reputation as, well, the best. So... I guess I wanted to have the best experience possible, and I also wanted to know what is the same and what's different with an Asari as opposed to a human woman..." Michael was surprised that he had been able to get all that out. He was obviously very distracted by what Matriarch T'Shana was doing, though he was trying his best to focus on anymore questions she might have. Or anything she would tell him to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 02:02:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya’s hands continued to dance over the lap of his pants. She could feel what dwelled beneath, and she could feel it stirring as well, slowly straightening and hardening until it was trapped beneath the fabric of his pants. Human genetalia was so easily manipulated, like working with clay; the more skilled and more clever the hands, the more the potential it had, and her effects were noticeable in his voice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile, she let her more subtle advances work their magic. Serrice Council perfume had been dabbed on her breasts, on the fringe of her scalp crest, and between her legs. It had a rich, heady scent that also provoked erogenous sensations in several species, though it was known to also induce krogan bloodlust. Mixed in with that were her own natural pheromones. Odorless and nearly undetectable, they were said to be a form of mind control. This was completely baseless, as most asari scientists said that the pheromones had evolved to be useless. Illarya was in the minority of believers that still insisted they had a calming, alluring effect on species: curves became more attractive, geometry more inviting. Asari could be related to humans, turians, and salarians, and each race could claim they looked more like themselves and not be wrong.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A bit talkative for my taste,” she said with a soft chuckle. “I think a gag will suit you well.” She gently nuzzled the crook of his neck, closing her fingers around his erection as they ran up and down the length through his pants. “So, new to the blue then? Cross-species intercourse is perfectly acceptable…promoted, in fact, especially among the asari. You may find all your dreams come true in the plush bosom of an asari, Mr. Wright…or you may find despair, depending on the strength of your mind.” She clung to him tighter, her breasts discing out against his back as she breathed him in.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She left his back, sweeping to his front to cup his chin and look into his eyes. “That is, of course, if you are able to earn it. You seek submission, and I will bring you submission. Whether or not you are fit for pleasure is entirely up to you.” With that, she beckoned with her finger, then turned to walk towards the stairs. “Follow.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a being of nearly a thousand years old, she moved with the grace of a dancer, hips rolling easily from side to side on spiked boots that might as well have been shoes on her feet. Up the stairs, the lights dimmed a bit more, the landing widening out into her bedroom and personal playroom. A large, four-poster bed adorned the far wall, draped and made up with back and lavender silks. Strategic hooks and anchor points were built into it, strong enough to suspend a turian. A cross was bolted into one of the walls next to an array of instruments, floggers, and dildos, neatly organized by color and varying sizes. A leather and metal trestle sat in the corner, in front of a rack of restraints, ranging from simple leather cuffs and rope to omnibinders and pollyalloy shackles.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stopped at the foot of the bed, then turned with her hands on her hips, eyes drifting up and down his form. “Strip, Mr. Wright. In my presence, you are a lesser being, and creatures such as you are not suitable for dignity.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 02:24:35</strong>
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				Michael had followed the Matriarch up the stairs, his eyes stuck admiring her backside the entire way up, wondering if she had made that happen intentionally or if it was simply a convenient accident. He found himself missing the feelings of her hand on his crotch already, but had no doubt that it was entirely the point. She was going to make him wait, no doubt for quite some time, before giving him real pleasure... and she might not do it at all. As strange as it was, Michael found that possibility aroused him more. Not quite so much as the sight of her bedroom though. There were toys and apparatuses for seemingly any purpose, and Michael wondered which Illarya would be making use of. She might simply keep him on one the entire night, or she might move him around as her whims dictated. Michael was starting to learn though, that not knowing what she had planned was part of the allure.<br><br>He nodded quietly when Matriarch T'Shana instructed him to strip, her words regarding a gag still ringing in his mind, making him figure that he should stay silent as much as he could, unless she informed him otherwise. Michael hurried to get his clothes off, but took the time to stack them into a neatly folded pile on the floor next to his feet. Given how his job required a great deal of organization, it didn't take much time at all for him to do so. He considered what the Matriarch did, and after a moment, figured that her profession probably required a great deal or organization as well. Her perfume was intoxicating, and probably used strategically to get him as turned on as possible. In combination with her actions, words and her physical appearance, it was working wonders. He finished stripping and stood, both anxious and excited at the same time, his length quite obviously hard. He was, if anything, above average size, and Michael was in pretty good shape too, so he didn't feel too self conscious. Still, the Matriarch being... well, somewhat dressed, while he was entirely naked left him feeling a little bit vulnerable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 13:31:39</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya scanned his body with her azure eyes as Michael removed his clothing. He looked healthy, attractive even, a good match for a young maiden to enter her matron stage. She had coupled with far better male specimens, as well as worse ones. The one that stood before her now seemed shy, or at least uncomfortable. It weighed heavily in the air between them, but she saw that he was indeed aroused, his member engorged and straight. Boldly, she reached out, and with just the tip of her finger beneath the head, lifted it, then let it fall and bounce before smiling cunningly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A pretty, but unmarked body,” she said conversationally, once again strolling around him as she spoke. With one hand, she tracked a few lines on his body, moving from chest to arm to back, then back around as she completed her circle. Her hand clawed, lightly dragging purple nails across his chest. “Almost virgin, even, but I know just how to mark it. A bit of pain, a bit of pleasure. I can make you beg or fear for either…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned to her toys, selecting a series of cuffs and straps of supple, oiled leather. There was something about old-fashioned restraints that made her skin tingle. They could be equal parts brutal and art, and be all the difference between fear and arousal. She moved behind Michael, slipping a cuff around his wrist and fastening it tightly. Once both were on, they fastened together at the small of his back, wrists crossed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“How does it feel to be willingly made helpless by a superior woman?” she asked softly as she worked. Another set of straps went around his waist, cinched to hold his wrist behind him and to remove some of the mobility of his arms. “To be tied down, restricted, and controlled. Are you afraid, Mr. Wright? Or are you becoming more aroused?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 05:54:08</strong>
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				Not very sure how to respond when Illarya said that he had a pretty body, Michael stood still, waiting as she observed him, taking in what she had to say, and simultaneously trying to not get too worked up by her slow movement, knowing that she was still probably toying with him. Not that Michael didn't enjoy Matriarch T'Shana's toying. He just knew that they were only just beginning. Of course, his body seemed quite ready to rush into the action, so to speak. That one touch right on the tip of his manhood had the entire region of his body tingling already. He tried to focus on something else, and deciding that T'Shana's tone had perhaps even been inviting him to speak, he thought to say something. "Well, I mostly work indoors, so I guess I would be unmarked," he said, his tone a combination of admittance and his efforts at logical reasoning. Was she disappointed? Maybe she liked scars. Or maybe she liked tattoos? Asari did often have markings on their faces, and so did Turians for that matter. Perhaps that was what she was used to. "I mean, the only time someone gets a permanent mark in my line of work is when something goes very wrong," he added, gulping a little. He wasn't sure if talking made him feel more or less awkward. That bit about making him feel pain and pleasure, and possibly fearing either, still rang through his ears.<br><br>As he spoke, the Matriarch had moved to her implements, and had returned, now affixing a restraint around his wrist. It didn't feel like it was extremely hard, so much as it was very resilient. It was probably genuine leather, though Michael had no idea what kind of animal Asari would use for leather, since he had never been to Thessia, and wasn't a biologist. It felt like fine material though, but considering the fine decoration of not only Illarya's own chambers, but her entire building, that wasn't surprising.<br><br>Michael didn't offer any resistance as Matriarch T'Shana bound his wrists together behind his back, though he did test the binding once she was finished. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he wanted a way out. Or maybe he wanted to make sure that he couldn't get out. Michael didn't know. What he did know what that he hadn't lost any measure of arousal during this time, and his efforts to think of something else had failed. HE was still waiting, but anxious and eager, to see what Illarya was planning on doing with him... or to him.<br><br>He considered her next question as she finished continuing to tie and bind him, his arms now feeling very restricted. "I... both... to be honest," Michael said, deciding that there was a bit of fear, but he was getting more excited as well. "I mean, I've never experienced this before so... fear of course," he continued. "But I... definitely feel more aroused as well," he confessed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-09-2013, 02:52:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Arousal is good,” Illarya praised, fitting the last buckle and fastening it securely. She swept around to his front again, her fingers lightly whispering against his erect shaft and how swollen it was. “Arousal is acceptance, and intrigue. Fear is good as well. It teaches us caution, but also courage, and strength.” Her hands closed around his shaft, pulling back in a single stroke to make the head bulge, but one stroke was all. “And let us not forget pain, which is coming. Pain teaches us many things the mind can only dream of without it.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She could feel not only his arousal, but his fear as well. His hands pulled subtly against the leather, testing their yield, but now that the deed was done, he was bound. Juna hadn’t scanned any amps implanted into his body, so he was not a biotic. Just an ordinary human, and she already had him wrapped in the first few strands of her leather web. Nearly helpless.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She returned to her toys, selecting a gag dangling by a well-oiled strap. It was a spherical red ball, designed to fill the mouth. It worked best on humans and asari. Beside it hung several mandible spreaders she frequented on turians. Gagging a salarian was trickier, but sometimes very necessary, but she had since learned quite a few effective ways. Bringing the gag back to him, she commanded him to open, then slipped the ball into his mouth, forcing it to settle behind his teeth. The straps buckled behind his neck, a pair running above and below his ears.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What are you?” she asked rhetorically, examining the lower curve of his lip where it met the ball with her finger, then answered, “A human male, bound and gagged at my pleasure. You will find that this is the highest you shall be tonight. Little by little, I will strip away your humanity, and before long, all that will exist is a thing to be used as I desire.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She let her biotics flare, dark energy rippling as she developed a weak mass effect field around them, then nudged it. Just enough to feel his weight increase as an unseen force pushed on him. As it did, she took him by the arm to the foot of her bed, standing him next to the baseboard. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Back arched, ass out,” she ordered, turning to fetch a leather flogger from the wall. “It is time for you to know pain.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Scarcely giving him time to prepare, she put one foot forward, a hand on her hip, and began to swing the flogger. The multi-tailed lashes arched out, landing neatly against his ass. No sooner than they did, she twirled it, bringing it back to strike again, then again, then again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>01-09-2013, 03:32:38</strong>
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				Michael gasped a little bit when Illarya's hand wrapped around his shaft and she stroked back a single time, cause his abdomen to clench up a little bit while he was trying to consider what she was saying. The one stroke left him wanting more, though her hand and his length were both dry, which might make it a bit less desirably than it would otherwise be for him. She started to speak of pain then, and rather than respond, he just thought about it. What kind of pain did she have in mind. He had read, and in a few cases seen, some examples of the kind of pain that would happen in situations like this. Michael was a bit nervous about what she was planning on doing, but there was nothing for it now. He was, as she had described, helpless. The part that surprised Michael though was that he found that he enjoyed the notion that he was helpless to Matriarch T'Shana's desires. He wasn't sure exactly what she would do to him, but she had mentioned pleasure if proved to be worthy of it. He planned on doing whatever he could to prove it, and he supposed that was the mind set she had been trying to instill in him the entire time.<br><br>As Illarya moved to her toys once more, and then returned with a gag, Michael remembered her talking about him being talkative earlier, and that she would probably gag him. He had been expecting this, though he didn't know, at the time when she had first mentioned it, if she would do it right away, or later on, or if she would even follow through. The talk of a gag could have been a subtle way of telling him to quiet down and talk less. Of course, Illarya was now holding a gag, so obviously she was going to go with the less subtle method of quieting him down. She commanded him to open his mouth, and he did so, trying to get his jaws wide apart so that the red ball would, as easily as possible, fit between his teeth. That done, the Matriarch began to bind the gag around the back of his head. He kept his head as still as he could so that it was easier for her. He was breathing through his nose now, his mouth thoroughly clogged up by the ball gag.<br><br>Michael didn't even really have a chance to think of an answer when Matriarch T'Shana asked him what he was, as she quickly answered the question herself, letting him know in no uncertain terms that she was going to be enjoying him. He assumed that, whether he would find pleasure would depend on whether she was please by him or not. As he thought, he suddenly felt himself getting heavier. Not so much that he couldn't stand, but he was being weighed down a bit. Then he was being pushed along, his weight being moved towards Illarya's bed. It didn't take him long to realize that the force moving him wasn't just her arm guiding him. She was using her biotics as well. It made sense. Biotics would certainly add another... dimension to what could be done in a amorous situation. Especially if the biotic individually was taking on a dominant role as Illarya was.<br><br>He found himself at the base of Illarya's bed, and Michael stood, his breathing a little heavier than before now that his mouth was gagged. He looked at her for a moment until she instructed him to arch his back and put his ass out. He watched as she took a multi-tailed flogger off of the wall, and though he knew what was coming. Michael bent forward at the waist, making sure to arch his back and to present his ass outwards away from the bed. Before he had a chance to properly think about her telling him that he was going to know pain, Michael felt a sharp singing on his ass. "Nnnnfff..." was the only sound he could make in response, his voice currently unavailable to him. It wasn't just one strike though. Illarya repeated the process, multiple times. "Nnnn... nnnnnf... NNNNGFF!" Michael moaned loudly. Each hit hurting more than the last as his lower cheeks became more and more sensitive with every strike.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-09-2013, 05:43:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whipping was a natural motion for Illarya. The weight of the flogger in her hand, the way it twirled, and the shift of her hips to keep her balance was something she had been doing for centuries, long before Michael’s species even knew what BDSM was. Each strike of the lash was succinct, lying against the tender flesh of his ass with a heady crack that filled her bedroom between the lapping sounds of the leather. She heard his groans over the whip as well.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She continued until his pale human flesh was a rich, vibrant red several minutes later, then casually swung the flogger over his shoulder to let it rest there, the cool leather tails dangling down his chest. She then stepped forward to press the front of her hips to the side of his, running a cool blue hand over his ass. “Is this how you envisioned it, Mr. Wright?” she asked softly. “Did you want your partner to dominate you with a whip? Humans can be so tender. I don’t even need wood, metal, or leather to inflict agony on you. A simple hand will suffice…” She squeezed the meat of his ass, then lifted her palm and brought it down hard on his tenderized flesh. “Flesh against flesh; the simplest way of discipline matrons use on their youngest maidens. Human mothers do it as well, I’m told.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She slapped his ass again, this time on the other cheek, giving no quarter to the measure of her blow. Her hand tingled as she continued, a thousand tiny needles spreading from her palm to the tips of her finger as she worked to tenderize his meat further with her bare hands, coaxing it to a richer shade of red. She let the final strike land, then gripped his ass again before letting her fingers trace over the blows. One finger moved between his cheeks, probing against his hole hard enough to slip the nail between, but no further.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You’ll find that I can bring you both pleasure and humiliation in the strangest ways,” she whispered in his ear, twisting and probing her finger a little more. She then reached down to cup his balls, sifting them through her fingers before squeezing them. She relaxed, then squeezed again, harder. Then relaxed, then squeezed even harder. Each time, her fingers clenched tighter and tighter. “And I can give you pain in the simplest ways. Now what are you?” she asked again, squeezing. “You were a man, but you sound more like a muzzled animal. A drooling, muzzled animal that must be trained and disciplined to obey its matriarch.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana 2</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>13-09-2013, 07:17:53</strong>
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				As the use of the flogger on his ass continued, Eventually Michael had stopped groaning and making noises from the pain, only panting heavily, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, as Matriarch T'Shana decided that she was done with the flogger, and hung it over his shoulder. He felt her hand on his ass then, and her hips against his own too, and he tensed up a little bit, but then relaxed as she started to talk. His ass was racked with pain, and a nasty stinging sensation almost made him numb to the touch of Illarya's hand. He hadn't answered the Asari, not that he really could anyway, when she brought her hand down hard on his ass, spanking him and leaving yet another stinging sensation. "Mmmf..." Michael grunted, not expecting the strike when it landed.<br><br>Then she had started to spank him in earnest. Not just a couple of slaps here or there, but she went on for some time. In anticipation of each one, Michael held his breath, and let out an audible noise of pain afterwards. He barely had time to catch his breath too, only able to breath through his nose. She stopped then though, for a moment, and he felt her hands moving over his ass again, and not further slaps came. Michael jumped a little though, when he felt a single digit press against his hole. She didn't push in far or hard, but simply the act of placing her finger there had Michael on edge, wondering what she would do. He knew that she might well decide to put something... <em>inside</em> of him, but Michael had been expecting that if she did, she would use some kind of lubricant. If he could talk, he would have admitted that he was nervous of what she might decide to do in that regard.<br><br>He listened as she spoke in his ear quietly, unable to answer her as her finger pressed a little harder. Suddenly she had a hand on his balls, and Michael jumped again as Illarya seemed to be playing with those two so very delicate parts of his body. That wasn't why he gave a muffled yelp though. No, he gave a muffled yelp as she then squeezed his balls. He gasped as she stopped, only to give another, louder yelp as she squeezed again, this time harder. The third time, Michael felt like his knees were going to give out, his legs shaking as she was gripping him even tighter. As she spoke, Michael just nodded in agreement, panting hard in response to the pain that she seemed to be enjoying putting him through.<br><br>All the while though, Michael was still hard, his length throbbing, almost begging for attention. What was happening was painful, but, he had asked for it for a reason.
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