Pining for the Veil (with tangela)
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				Title: <strong>Pining for the Veil (with tangela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>10-01-2017, 04:33:43</strong>
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				Eric entered the purposefully nondescript door, much as he’d done several nights a week for a few months now. Once inside he nodded politely to James, the intimidating bouncer who, while he could probably snap any trouble makers in two, was working here to afford painting lessons. A gentle soul that one.<br><br>He pressed on, reaching the counter, and took off his jacket, revealing a bare chest, and then tugged at the snap up work out pants, leaving him in just tight leather shorts. He handed everything over to Jill, along with the entrance fee, and asked for a red collar. A red collar meant he was her to serve women. Blue meant the same for men, and purple meant you were eager to please either. Likewise if you were looking to be the Top, you could borrow a red, blue, or purple crop. Or you could wear whatever you owned and have the fun of figuring things out. James had made the color scheme for the lent out equipment.<br><br>Buckling the collar around his own muscular, but not overly thick neck, Eric stepped out onto the clubs main floor. Scanning the area he took in the sights and sounds of the regular early birds. A couple in the corner with the St. Andrew’s cross, others at tables waiting, staff preparing the stage per someone’s requests, moving various bondage furniture around. The usual for a fetish club at 7pm Friday night.<br><br>His long, toned legs carried him over to his typical seat along the wall. He’d sit and watch until some woman wished his services. He was somewhat hoping that Mistress Dupond would be here tonight. She seemed to enjoy him well enough. He thought about the handsome, if overly skinny woman in her 40’s a moment. He knew she was a psychologist, and thus he vowed never to tell her much of anything about his reasons for being here. She seemed to take that as a challenge and chose him often; usually flogging his well kept backside, or using him as a foot stool, or even sitting on his back as he was on all fours. It was just enough of a reminder to get him through the world.<br><br>A reminder of his time in the Fae, serving the beautiful, cold, Queen of the Fae. He’d been abducted nearly 10 years ago now, and was forced to leave a year and a day later. His time was up and was sent home, despite his wish to remain. Apparently he was not worth keeping, and yet his heart still yearned to serve his dark mistress. For years he tried to get back - to no avail. Now, in his mid thirties, Eric poured that sense of service into his work as a personal trainer, a bartender, and an Uber driver. Really he worked until he dropped. It was easier that way.<br><br>Except for days he came here. Someone he knew also had visited the Fae mentioned it. It was just a fetish club, and not an overly pretentious one at that. But many such survivors gathered here; some to resume subservient roles, like he did. Some to reclaim themselves by dominating others. Some just to be around those that understood. It’s not like you could talk about it with other people - he’d tried that once. Took him a week to check out of the hospital, swearing he was not a harm to himself or others. He was also no longer legally allowed to own a gun.<br><br>So he sat, with neatly trimmed brown hair, a goatee that was losing the battle against gray, and what he’d been told were piercing pale blue eyes - wearing nothing but the red collar and black leather shorts. He’d been told he filled them well. They seemed to attract the right type of woman he needed.<br><br>Sure enough, some hours later, he was on the stage while Mistress Dupond directed others as she perched herself on his back, every once in awhile smacking his now bare ass, or even leaning over to reach between his legs and give his cock a few strokes. She really enjoyed teasing her victims - which made her all the more suitable, at least in the short term.<br><br>Eric was there, on hands and knees, being a good seat when he noticed a new woman walk in. Something drew his eyes to her immediately, and he could not stop following her movements. Clearly she was new, and taking the place in - and yet...well something was very different, and yet familiar about her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pining for the Veil (with tangela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangela</strong> on <strong>11-01-2017, 04:35:24</strong>
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				Aislin sighed tiredly as she left the library. Another Fri afternoon spent franticly searching through job listings, trying to find anyone willing to hire someone with less than 4 years of college. Marila kept promising the household would get a laptop of their own, but her own job as a store clerk just wasn't enough to pull that off yet. <br><br>She allowed her thoughts to wander as she walked. The thought of returning to the apartment she shared with Jason, Marila, and Lillian held little appeal, especially now. They'd been back from the Fae for three months now, and only Aislin didn't seem to be getting her life back together. Sure, Marila was a bit more trigger-happy, and Jason had taken to smoking something he swore calmed him, but smelled worse than even the Fae poisons, but they still had jobs, and friends, and were diving back into everything this world had to offer with evident enjoyment. Aislin wished she could.&nbsp; She tried not to resent the only people she knew here, but meaning to or not, they had taken her from the only place she’d ever felt she belonged. The others couldn’t understand it, but serving the Fae queen, she’d found something she never expected to— purpose. Her job was simple— please her mistress. And this she’d done with abandon. Until the others had decided to escape. <br><br>They hadn’t told her of their plan, knowing she would likely inform the queen, but they’d taken her with them, both to keep themselves from being discovered and because Marila kept assuring her that what she felt was only enchantment, and once away from the queen’s presence, she’d regain her senses. Which was exactly what Aislin didn’t want to do. <br><br>For the first few weeks after her return, Aislin spent every waking moment trying to return to Fae. She paid little attention to her roommates trying to figure out how likely the queen was to return, for Aislin knew the truth. She was wild and fickle. She might be angry for a few days that she’d lost her property, but soon enough, she would simply take new mortals, releasing them when she’d tired of them as she had so many times before. Aislin had no hope that the queen would seek them herself, so if she was to return, she must do so on her own. Three months later, she wasn’t any closer to doing so than she had been on that first day. <br><br>As she so often did, she allowed her thoughts to stray to her time in the Fae, losing herself in the remembrances of dedicating herself to a power and purpose beyond herself. When she looked up, however, she had to take a moment to convince herself she was still in the land of mortals. The garment was well-hidden, but for a moment, the long dark hair of the woman ahead of her had been blown back by an arrant gust of the autumn wind, and she’d seen, for the shortest instant, the circle of black leather adorning her throat, most often hidden by her hair. The woman turned into a building on their left. It looked nondescript, and if Aislin had not been looking so closely, nothing about it would have caught her attention. As it was, having nothing more immediate to do, she ducked into the building behind the woman. For the first time since her return, Aislin felt something beyond the drive to return. She felt curiosity. <br><br>Blending into the small crowd, she managed to slip in behind the woman, not yet willing to attract attention to herself by approaching the intimidating-looking man on duty. <br><br>For a time, she simply watched, shocked and disbelieving. What was this place? Something about it called to herb, even beyond the activities of the people within. <br><br>Her attention was currently captivated by the sight of a tall, slim woman calmly seated upon a muscular man on all fours, reaching out with practiced precision to deliver resonant strikes to the man’s exposed buttocks, the sound filling the relatively small space. She didn’t seem displeased with the man, however, and as he looked up, his clear blue eyes meeting Aislin’s for a brief moment, she couldn’t mistake the look of relaxation and contentment in them. Occasionally, the woman would reach down, an almost possessive amusement in her face as she stroked the man’s genitals. Almost entranced, Aislin found herself stepping forward until she was barely more than an arms length away. “What is this place?” She asked quietly, thinking she was speaking to herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pining for the Veil (with tangela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>14-01-2017, 02:30:39</strong>
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				He watched as the new woman walked around, and actually made her way toward the stage...toward him. Eric had not been so entranced with a person since - well he could not remember. Many of the Fae he’d been subjected to called to him in such a way, but not humans. He told himself, now, again and again, he could not trust those feelings. Enchantments, magic, the casually sinister beings that made up that world making him think he loved the abuse. <br><br>He knew, now, much of it was exactly that. Abuse. But not from the queen. No one could ever convince him that any attention from her was anything less than a divine gift, much less abuse. She could be harsh, cruel even, but she’d promised to make him better, and he’d thank her for it. She was not wrong. He missed her terribly. Even as the entirely too thin Mistress Dupond sat on him, he longed for his even lighter, impossibly perfect mistress to use him in the same way. <br><br>The blond woman was close now. He could glance up and see her green eyes taking this place in. He looked quickly toward the front. He saw Madam Alex, the owner, gently restraining James from interfering. He still didn’t know much about the owner, but Madam Alex seemed to know who it was that had that particular background, and seemed to indulge and even support them more than the...more mundane patrons. No one seemed to know her full name, or what Alex was short for (her first name, last name, completely made up...not even James seemed to really know. His checks came from a LLC. <br><br>His gaze returned to the slight woman before the stage. She really was not dressed for the occasion, but he kept going back to her eyes. Maybe...just maybe. <br><br>But it wasn’t like he could ask her, or hell do much of anything. He was a seat at the moment. It was Mistress Dupond that looked the girl over and frowned. “This is a club that caters to...particular interests girl. What interests brought you here?” He could tell be the tone that she wasn’t really interested in the blond, but was the being the minimum level of polite. <br><br>Mistress Dupond called Madam Alex over and formally handed off the newcomer to the proprietress so that she could get back to her own fun and games. She directed the flogging of one sub by another, and rose off his back to go correct her minion’s technique. Minutes later she dismissed him, frustrated at having to teach her plaything all over. <br><br>He rose, bowed and backed away. He caught sight of Madam Alex and the new girl on the ‘grand tour'. He approached, quietly, “Can I be of assistance Madam?” he asked humbly, head bowed. From the corner of his eye, he was good at seeing that way these days, much like he had been in the Fae, he saw a smile. The owner told him he could take over the tour, as she really needed to get back to her other guests. <br><br>He bowed as she left, and then bowed to the small blonde he was left with. “Greetings. I hope that I can help. Please ask any questions you might have. We’re really quite friendly and accepting. He extended his arm, ushering her further into the club toward the private rooms for rent, and the bigger, very well appointed dungeon. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pining for the Veil (with tangela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangela</strong> on <strong>19-01-2017, 03:16:56</strong>
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				Aislin looked around her, doing her best to take in everything she could. It had the look of carefully controlled chaos, like a carnival, or circus. The first woman she met seemed a little standoffish, and the second was kind, if clearly short on time. Still, she managed too ascertain that this was some sort of place where people came to express their interests in a place&nbsp; with likeminded folk. The proprietress assured her her staff worked hard to keep everything safe, but still she felt half thrilled, and half truly cautious as she watched the people at their revelry. She had seen much more explicit things in the Fae court, but there was something here that made this place feel different. She wasn’t sure how much was genuine and what was artifice. <br><br>The gentleman she’d first noticed approached her and offered to take over her orientation from here. Aislin felt torn between freedom and awkwardness, curiosity and reticence. Part of her wanted to lose herself in the activities on offer, while part of her was mistrustful. She’d just left her mistress, and had no immediate wish to share such a thing with another, despite the relief it would likely bring. <br><br>Abruptly, she heard a man nearby call out, “Red.” In a firm voice. He was sweating, clearly experiencing some sort of discomfort. The other man, who had a moment before, been dripping hot wax over his back, pulled back, removed the man from his restraints, and escorted him to a relatively still corner of the room. He seemed solicitous, even comforting as he assured his partner that yes, in time, he could enjoy fire again without remembering the forced branding. Aislin tried not to stare, but found herself doing so. “What happened to him?” She asked her guide. “Will he be in more trouble later for calling a stop to things?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pining for the Veil (with tangela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2017, 02:18:30</strong>
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				The newcomer walked with him, and seemed conflicted in some way. Not unusual, really. It was when Benji used his safeword that the girl took notice and watched the exchange. Everyone else made a point not to watch, and let the pair deal with things. They all knew ‘Bear’ loved Benji, and the two had agreed to push on this limit. <br><br>“No, Ma’am, there will be no punishment, no trouble. They will go and talk about it. Express feelings. They will sooth each other. Odds are they will take up a private room in a little while and comfort each other in their own ways. I happen to know that Bear, that was the man using the candle on the other, is as torn up about his partner’s fears and worried about pushing those boundaries as his partner will ever be. In this place, despite it’s styling and activities, most truly care about their partners. Even those not in an established relationship of some sort are...courteous of each other, and thankful for what is offered and given.” <br><br>He led her on, past the men that needed their space, and to the large dungeon with most every imaginable bit of bondage furnishing one might desire. It was all well crafted in dark wood and black leather. The walls with rich wooden beams and thick red carpeting. “This is the main ‘play space’. If you have questions on any particular item, I’d be happy to answer. It is asked that things not progress to actual sex, unless everyone in the room is alright with it. For that the private rooms are available. Where you came in, the stage...well it is a stage, and some amount of exhibitionism is expected. After while you learn people's preferences and quirks, and what to expect whenever someone signs up for the stage.” <br><br>All the while he tried not to look directly at her. She was fascinating, more so than any other. But she was also not acting like any other. Not the blushing, giggling young women, or the flushed, indignant woman that would ‘never’ condone such a place. It was the later group that generally were covering, and ended up returning and finding a place here. <br><br>And then there were the truly strange, like him, who came here and found something no one else could really even relate to. <br><br>He did finally look up to her, “Can I get you a drink of water Ma’am? There are water coolers in several corners here. It seems a good idea for a drink to be on hand given the nature of the activities here. Indulging in various fetishes can be thirsty work.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pining for the Veil (with tangela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangela</strong> on <strong>22-01-2017, 06:49:40</strong>
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				“With my previous…” Aislin searched for a word, but eventually settled on “Mistress, I was taught that any refusal, or attempt to control what she wanted to do was wrong. She believed it was a challenge to her authority, and her care.” In truth, this barely touched the edge of the Fae queen’s treatment. Once, very early on, Aislin had gently suggested that she might serve better as a table if she was able to gently stretch before and after the treatment. For her temerity, she was left spreadeagled between two trees for three days, her limbs stretched to their extremities, while others had the use of her body, pleasuring and tormenting it at their whim. Every few hours, the queen would personally visit her, sometimes to bring blessed magically aided relief to her aching muscles, other times to increase her pain with thorns or other indignities. While a group of the queen’s current favorites observed her from atop a nearby hill, the queen had stretched her arms beyond the flesh’s ability to hold, and she heard the sharp snap of bone at the same moment the queen had magically forced an orgasm from her unwilling body. When she closed her eyes, Aislin could sometimes still hear the bone popping. <br><br>At the end of the three days, the queen had asked, without any apparent irony, whether she felt her muscles had been stretched enough. She’d definitively agreed she had. The thought of someone having the ability to express a preference on what was done to their body was still foreign to her. “How do they…” she struggled to articulate a concept she found nebulous. “How do they feel owned, if they can simply dictate what is to be done with them?” <br><br>She was fascinated. The two men had clearly cared for one another, and her guide—she just realized she didn’t yet know his name—seemed to indicate that this was the norm, rather than some extraordinary circumstance of deep affection. “Is that what you and your um, friend were doing?” Aislin had so many questions. She wanted to know everything about this place, and the people in it. For the first time since coming from the Fae, she felt hopeful, and interested in something beyond her eventual return. “You looked to be enjoying it.” She remarked, smiling slightly. Perhaps, even if she couldn’t speak of her unusual experience itself, she might at least find people who understood the release and freedom of such activities. She found herself looking&nbsp; at a post, where a woman lay shackled, while a man stood behind her, flogger impacting with her back, already speckled in red dots, with hypnotic rhythmic precision. On the stage, a woman sang in a careful contralto, while another woman did her best to make her hit the wrong notes in every way she could contrive. The woman on the stage was smirking, clearly enjoying her ability to hold. <br><br>“Some water would be lovely,” she said softly. Her mouth was rather dry watching all the various people and activities. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pining for the Veil (with tangela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 01:27:40</strong>
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				He listened to her questions, and then saw her staring off at others, before she responded to his question about a drink of water. He nodded, and backed away, off to fetch the paper cup of cold water. Of course this gave him time to consider her comments as well. Feel properly owned, and her previous Mistress...the things she said brought up memories….<br><br>Eric fought those memories down. They could only hurt him, he knew. He’d never get back to the Fae, and he shouldn’t want to. He used his time well to compose himself before returning, just a few seconds, but he needed them. He handed her the cup with a smile. “Here you are Ma’am.” He gave that just the right pause before speaking again. <br><br>“To answer your questions, first no one here is owned. Not like...you suggest.” She didn’t have an accent, so it's not like she was from some 3rd world country where keeping human beings was perfectly legal...maybe she was like him? “The catch phrase for this ‘lifestyle’ is ‘Safe, Sane and Consensual’ - and Madam Alex is most instant about upholding those ideals. While that may not be...what you are used to...you might find it an interesting change.” <br><br>She had asked about him and his ‘friend’, and he was not ashamed to answer. “I did, indeed, enjoy Mistress Dupond’s attentions tonight, minimal though there were. She often sees fit to select me when she visits the club. We get along well enough, but there is no further interaction outside of this place. I have no idea what her first name is, for instance, but her desires run close enough to my own to be...mutually beneficial most the time. That’s really what this place is about...finding that the most awkward puzzle pieces often fit together… or well enough to at least scratch the proverbial itch.” <br><br>He wanted to ask about her former Mistress...mainly in the sick hope that this woman had been tormented/blessed by the Queen of the Fae...for news of the woman he missed most. He didn’t, but instead turned the topic to the woman before him. “You might find this place good to explore your desires. Submit, dominate, tease or be teased. Generally you can find someone willing to play whatever games you have in mind. There are rules, to keep everyone safe and comfortable with what they are doing - but...well there is no where else like it that compares.” <br><br>How true that last statement was. While he came here due to the desires instilled in him elsewhere, it's not like this place actually compared to the Fae. Nowhere did. Nowhere could. <br><br>Which, he told himself again, that this place was also unique, special, and thus deserving of his devotion. Maybe one day he would not need to remind himself so much. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pining for the Veil (with tangela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tangela</strong> on <strong>15-02-2017, 00:08:11</strong>
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				Aislin took a moment to mull over the words. "Games..." she repeated dubiously. "I suppose that makes sense... Although it, too, is not what I am used to." <br><br>The sound of a throat clearing brought the two up short. "Excuse me, my dear. I can't imagine how I didn't notice earlier, but it seems I do have a few questions for you. Nothing to worry about," she hastened to assure. "Just need to keep the records up to date, you understand." Madame Alex stood before them. A tall woman in her middle years, she stood almost half a foot taller than most of the women there. Her short hair was dark and neatly trimmed, just covering her ears. She wore a tailored business suit, and definitely looked more than competent to handle any trouble that might arise at her establishment. When she spoke, it was with a clipped British accent that only served to make her sound more in control than she already was. "Now. How long have you been back?" <br><br>"Back?" <br><br>"From the Fae," Madame Alex clarified. "You have the look about you. If I'm wrong, do excuse me. But I'm not wrong, am I, Aislin?" <br><br>"About two months," Aislin confirmed. <br><br>Madame Alex smirked, as though glad to have been proven correct. "In a decade, I've ben wrong exactly once," she said, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Now then. I'll need to know what all you remember, child. You can come back into the office with me, or we can continue to talk here. Most of the patrons here won't be surprised by your story, and it might be good for you to realize you are among friends here." <br><br>Aislin nodded, relieved to have someone speaking openly about her experience. "I was starting to doubt it was even real," she said softly. <br><br>"Oh, she is quite real," Alex said darkly. "And there's very few of us here who don't know the depths of her cruelty first-hand. I'm... Collecting information, you might say. The stories of all those who have known her. Change comes to that place slowly, but it does come. The more prepared we all are for those changes, the better." <br><br>"The better for what?" Aislin asked dubiously. "It's not as though we're going back." She tried to keep the bitterness from her voice. <br><br>"Perhaps," Alex said, not wishing to press the point. "Regardless, my establishment is here to provide a haven for those who need it, and to help rehabilitate those who have experienced her form of control to be able to have even marginally healthy relationships again. And I'll better be able to do that if I know what happened to you." <br><br>"There's... not much to tell, really," Aislin stammered. "She got me about half a year ago. Didn't have a job, no relationship, no real anchors, you know? Its weird, thinking about it, I don't remember how she convinced me to serve. I mean, I just saw her, and it was like, I couldn't not do what she wanted. She barely had to ask. She liked that about me, I think. That I could often anticipate what she would want of me before she asked. And it was like, all those things I didn't have back here, I had with her. No worries about school, or money, or parents. Just see that she was happy, and all my needs would be met." <br><br>"And how did you get out?" Madame Alex broke in gently, interrupting the story before Aislin could fall too deeply into it. <br><br>"They... Stole me, i guess. The queen took about five of us at a time. Me and a few others. They didn't like it there, never surrendered to it the way I did. Used to plan to get out almost weekly, but after the first time I stopped one of their attempts, they were careful not to discuss it around me. Until the end. I heard them arguing about whether to take me with them. A few wanted to just leave me, since I seemed to content, but a few others, the leaders, said I was human too, and whatever she'd done to me would be reversed once they got me away. They said it wasn't my fault, what happened to me. Like none of my own choices mattered. They forced me to go with them." Absently, she fingered the fading marks of rope on her arms, covered by her t-shirt. "I guess they meant well, but..." <br><br>"Extraordinary," Alex breathed. <br><br>"Not really. She's not a faithful type. Even if I went back, she's probably got a new crop of mortals by now." <br><br>"You're the only one I've ever heard of not being released by her," Alex explained. "I can't help but wonder if she will respond. Don't misunderstand, I doubt she had any particular affection for you, but you did leave before she was done with you, it seems like." Alex smiled, almost as though she was excited for the possibility. "Well. If you should ever need to, this place is truly a sanctuary. Earthly magic is not much compared to that of the Fae, but there are protections around this place even she would likely have a hard time breaching. And with that, I bid you a good evening. Thank you for your information. If you have the time, I should like to sit down with you to get details of the location itself. The season, the terrain. But I won't keep you any longer tonight. This is all probably a lot to take in, and I'll let you get acclimated before subjecting you to any further interrogation." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pining for the Veil (with tangela)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 21:42:39</strong>
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				Eric stood, watching in silence as Madam Alex questioned the new girl. It was true, another like him. He was excited at the prospect; though why he did not know. He’d met several here who had spent time in the Fae. However, unlike many he’d met, she seemed to regret being back. He’d only met one other person willing to admit to that, and sadly they took their own life instead of re-adjusting to living here in the mortal world. He also knew that person had suffered more than most others while in the Fae. <br><br>Maybe there was a link there. He didn’t know. What he did know was how much he admired Madam Alex. He knew she was right, even if he couldn’t remember that life was better here all the time. Knew that someone had his, and everyone else’s here, best intentions at heart. Not since he was a kid living at home could he really say that was true. This place was special, and he was fiercely loyal to the woman that made it possible. <br><br>Eric bowed his head as Madam Alex left, a silent show of respect that nearly everyone paid her. He was not the only loyal person around here, and not for the first time did he ponder just how much resistance anyone might meet in disrupting this place or bothering Madam Alex. <br><br>That left him and the new woman alone once more, and he decided it was time to share his story with her as well, in the hopes it would make her feel comfortable. “I was taken too. Years ago. I was kept for a year and a day and discarded. For a long time I wanted to go back. The urge is still there sometimes. But it gets better. This place helps. Madam Alex helps. No one compares to Her...the queen, that is. But no one should either. Besides just this, there is a support group as well. I’d be happy to introduce you if you like.” <br><br>He was utterly comfortable standing there nude, talking to her. He’d stood nude for much worse; being flogged with thorny vines came to mind on that front. He forced himself to remember that the Queen and her minions healing him after was not a kindness he should be thankful for, but to remember he should not have suffered in the first place. He closed his eyes and counted to ten in his head to help with that. When his eyes reopened, Eric was ready to continue. <br><br>“My name is Eric.” He held out his hand to shake, and looked her in the eye. “Please let me know if I can help at all, or if you’d just like to talk.” <br>
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