365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver & Xaliel)
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				Title: <strong>365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 00:08:01</strong>
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				Anette walked along the cobblestoned path, her sandaled feet brushing over the rounded bricks as the manor house loomed atop the hill before her.&nbsp; A shiver of fear tingled in her belly as she reached the base of the hill and the huge wrought-iron gate leading into the property.&nbsp; The wind moaned through the trees as she trudged over the cobblestones, her fiery red hair blown back from her face to whip like flames in the wind.&nbsp; It pulled at her long dress as well, making the garment flutter against her slim frame.&nbsp; Her body was petite and thin, almost what you would call tiny compared to the voluptuous full-figured women of her time.<br><br>She hesitated a moment before starting her climb, her knees weak and shaking from the tremendous apprehension that weighed heavily on her soul.&nbsp; Breathing deeply, she looked up at the manor and wondered long on what she would find there.&nbsp; Many girls before her had made this journey, becoming servant to Lord Belger for a full year before being sent back down the hill to rejoin their families.&nbsp; In exchange for this tribute, the Lord kept their village prosperous, using his vast resources to ensure the townsfolk were never in need of food, shelter or protection.<br><br>The girls who returned rarely ever spoke of their servitude, saying only that Lord Belger was a firm, yet fair master who expected quick and unquestioning devotion of his subjects.&nbsp; Some girls actually chose to stay, continuing to serve the Lord until much later in their lives.<br><br>With a shiver she brushed her hands together before starting off again, moving up the hill with a steady pace of her sandals on the cobblestones.&nbsp; It only took a few minutes before she arrived at the tall double-doors at the top of a half-moon dais.&nbsp; Reaching out hesitantly, she grasped the heavy brass knocker and lifted it up.&nbsp; She let it fall, and it struck the knocker plate with a bass thrum of vibration that reverberated through the entire portal.<br><br>She pulled her hand away quickly, pressing it to her bosom as she waited with trepidation.&nbsp; Moments later the hinges creaked loudly as the portal swung inwards, and an extremely old gentleman in a suit and tie poked his head out.&nbsp; “Mmmmm,” he murmured, looking her over with intense brown eyes.&nbsp; “May I help you, Miss?”&nbsp; The man’s face was lined with wrinkles, and his nose was broad and flat, supporting gold wire-framed glasses that gave his eyes a somewhat bulbous look.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 00:53:49</strong>
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				Anette shifted slightly, her pouty, rosey lips shifting into a distinct frown, feeling little and dirty before the old man. Running one delicate hand through her soft, dark auburn locks, she replied in an uncertain, subdued voice. <br><br>&nbsp;" I have come from the village. I... " her voice cut of then, quavering too much for her to speak properly. Cheeks flushing with embarrassment as her ocean blue gaze drifted to her dirty, torn brown dress, she somehow found her words again. " I have come to serve the lord of this manor. "<br><br>Allowing her gaze to travel back to the older gentleman's face, she found herself wringing her hands before her. It wasn't as though she was really pleased with the idea of being completely under another's power for a year... but to be turned away at the door? As typical as that response was, under the circumstances, she wouldn't even be able to go home to the shame of it.
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 17:56:46</strong>
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				The old man looked down his nose at the slip of a girl, the wind still swirling across the entry steps as she huddled before the door awaiting entry.&nbsp; After a nervous few moments, he nodded and swung the righthand door open just more than halfway.&nbsp; "Follow me, child," he told her.&nbsp; "Tell me your name, and touch nothing.&nbsp; The Master does not like those who have not been cleaned touching his property."<br><br>Hesitantly she stepped into the vast entry chamber, and looked up to see the arched ceiling above her painted with exquisite murals along the silvery-white background.&nbsp; A shimmering crystal chandelier hung centrally in the chamber, with twenty white tallow candles flickering atop it.&nbsp; The candle flames combined with the crystalline facets set the room ablaze with lightbeams, the immense vision at once almost stunning her into a shocked silence.<br><br>The sound of the latch clicking shut on the door behind her was enough to startle her back to her senses.&nbsp; "Your name, Child," the old man said again roughly as he set off to the right, down a long hallway lined with paintings and alabaster busts atop carved stone pedestals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 01:21:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;Though the sound startled her into movement, she followed him down the hall for a moment before answering, her voice soft and almost musical. <br><br>" My name is Anette."<br><br>She hadn't said those words often in her life. Coming from a village as small as the one she'd lived in, there had really been no need. Everyone knew who she was already.&nbsp; <br><br>Also, she had hardly needed to be told not to touch anything. Everything here looked so expensive, unless she was specifically told to, she doubted she would bring herself to touch anything after she was cleaned either. It was almost as though she felt that the essence of her poorness would rub off on, and taint these objects of value.<br><br>Though she wouldn't touch anything, she found it difficult to keep up with the man, something made harder by the fact that every new painting, and object caught her eye and begged her to stop and look. Nowhere before had she seen such amazing finery.<br><br>&nbsp;" Sir..." Cautiously inquisitive, even the first word alone held the tone of her question. " What is the lord of this manor like?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 01:31:39</strong>
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				The hallway was long and opulent, decorated with fineries like she had never seen in her short life, things that glimmered and sparkled in the light of the evenly spaced candelabras that sprouted from the walls at fifteen-foot intervals.<br><br>"He is firm, yet fair," the old man responded to her question.&nbsp; "And he shall not be spoken to unless he addresses you first, do not forget that."<br><br>The man stopped at the end of the hallway, opening a dark-paneled wooden door to the right and ushering her inside.&nbsp; The interior of the room was sparse, with a couch and table, a few chairs and a large marble tub which was currently empty.&nbsp; The walls here were decorated with paintings and tapestries as well, though somewhat less opulent than those she'd seen in the hallway.&nbsp; He followed her inside, stopping just inside the door.<br><br>He pointed to her clothes, wrinkling his nose slightly.&nbsp; "Discard of those ... things you're wearing, child," he told her.&nbsp; "And wait over there, some of the help will be along shortly."&nbsp; &nbsp;With that having been said, he turned and left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 01:43:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anette listened as the man spoke. She'd always had this way of listening... her face serious, eyes intent... that made it seem as though, no matter what the other person was saying, it was important. There was no doubt at all that they were being listened to.<br><br>&nbsp;She nodded in understanding as they entered what was, quite obviously, a bath house. Her cheeks reddened and her head ducked as he referred to her tattered clothes... patched and dirty as they were in comparison to everything else here, she really couldn't blame him for his sentiments.<br><br>&nbsp;After the older gentleman had left ( he didn't seem weak enough to be though of as 'elderly') Anette disrobed, setting her clothes in a neat little stack on one of the chairs, and then standing, covering herself awkwardly with her hands, and wondering if it would be alright if she were to just enter the bath on her own. After all, she knew how to clean herself well enough...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 12:17:16</strong>
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				The abrupt and loud squeak of the door swinging open gave Anette a start, and she leapt back and towards the low couch as a group of women filed into the room.&nbsp; There were three girls not much older than she, and a woman that appeared in her mid thirties.&nbsp; Two of the girls were dressed in the garb of what she took to be servants, though the dresses were quite a bit more tight and revealing than Anette would have thought proper.&nbsp; The third girl, however, forced Anette to do a doubletake after seeing her the first time.<br><br>The girl was dressed in a halter and harness, with a thick collar locked around her throat and straps surrounding her breasts, shoulders, arms, waist and legs.&nbsp; At wrists and ankles were cuffs attached to thin chains which were in turn connected to a thick ring at her waist, and leaving her only a limited range of movement with her arms and legs.&nbsp; Most shocking, however, was the strapped harness that the girl wore around her head, with a bright red ball wedged between her teeth - and Anette realized that she knew her.<br><br>It was Lucia, a neighbor girl who lived just two houses from her own, and whom Anette remembered as being perpetually mouthy and arrogant.&nbsp; She definitely was not so now, as she shuffled across the room demurely with her head down and a bundle of clothes in her arms.&nbsp; The costume was shocking to Anette, with the girl's body so blatantly exposed by the tight straps and bindings.<br><br>The other two girls moved to the marble tub, one of them pivoting a thick brass tube from where it set against the wall and suspending it above the basin.&nbsp; The other began to pump on a long handle that was mounted into the floor near the pipe, and in a matter of a minute steaming water began to pour from the pipe and fill the basin.&nbsp; Anette watched in amazement as the steaming hot water cascaded from the pipe, obviously transported from elsewhere in the manor.<br><br>"You are Anette, is that correct, Child?"&nbsp; the older woman addressed her, walking over to stand in front of Anette with an appraising stare.&nbsp; "Spread your arms, girl," she said in a tone that brooked no-nonsense.&nbsp; "Let me have a look at you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 19:00:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anette blushed brightly as she straightened herself, trying to remove the shocked expression from her face as she did so. She really didn't want to lift her arms, revealing her small, supple body to the rather intimidating lady, but she really didn't feel she had much choice. <br><br>" Yes... I'm Anette..." <br><br>&nbsp; Raising her arms&nbsp; rather slowly from her privates, she allowed them to hang at her sides, turning her face towards the floor as red hot embarrassment flowed through her cheeks, and the general cold of the bath room did its work upon the tiny pink nipples of her small, but well proportioned breasts. She had a beautiful shape, despite her petite frame. With feminine shoulders, a tiny ways, and gorgeous curvy hips leading down to long slender legs she looked rather like some sort of fae creature... much like the old pictures of fairies. <br><br>&nbsp;Her eyes romed to the tub that was currently being filled, at the steam rising from the water. Never had she seen that much steam, and especially not in that large of a portion. At home, a bucket of cold water and a rag generally did the trick...noone had time to heat water except for cooking, really. The tub was beautiful too, rather like an extremely large and ornate basin... it was another one of those things she didn't really feel she should touch... it was just too beautiful to bathe in... and she was so filthy... she felt she might ruin it. <br><br><br>&nbsp;Of course, it occurred to her that she could stilll be deemed unfit to remain here, or that the bath may not be for her at all. All of these things crossed her mind, but considering she was the only one standing <em> completely </em> nude in the room ( she really had to struggle not to look at Lucia) she figured it was very likely that the bath was for her...<br><br><br>She didn't move, though she looked about... she didn't want any trouble right now... <br><br>&nbsp;She'd always been fairly obedient, at least, to women. The only men she'd ever listened to had been the priest and his little friars.. you just couldn't be mad at those men, and they only ever wanted her help with the chores and such around the chapel.... no, she didn't like men telling her what to do... Right now, though, even if this had been a man, she was a little to nervous to do anything... there was no way to be 'tough little Anette' when you were trembling like a coward.... <br><br>&nbsp;Which was what they called her at home. She made it perfectly clear, she didn't want help. Especially not from men. At home, she was the one who milked the cows, and mucked the stalls... not that there was much mucking that needed to be done with only one horse ... and she refused to accept assistance. In fact, she refused to be treated like a girl at all... the one thing her mother lamented. She'd been given a girl who refused to act like a girl, no matter how much she looked like one... and men didn't like that. They liked being able to tame their wives...and so far, no boy who'd tried had ever managed to get Anette to do anything they'd wanted... not let them help, not go out with them... it was a true mess as far as her mother was concerned.<br><br>&nbsp;She shifted slightly, feeling extremely exposed here... and very worried. After all, Lucia hadn't come here all that long before her... 
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 13:29:32</strong>
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				The older woman looked Anette up and down, her blue-gray eyes alert and intent as she inspected the young girl with the look of a horse trader inspecting a prospective purchase.&nbsp; The strength of the old woman's gaze deepened the flush creeping up Anette's cheeks as well as down her throat, azure tint coloring across her collarbone and above her pert breasts.<br><br>"My name is Mistress Iselda," the old woman told her.&nbsp; "While you are here, you may address me as Mistress Iselda, or simply as Mistress."<br><br>Pointing at the small patch of pubic hair at the v of Anette's crotch, Iselda frowned.&nbsp; "This will have to go."&nbsp; Iselda turned to Lucia, clearing her throat.&nbsp; "Fetch the razor and a soapbrush, child,"&nbsp; Iselda commanded her, eyes steely and firm.&nbsp; "And be quick about it, or the Master will hear of your lassitude."<br><br>Lucia's squeak from behind her ballgag was easily apparent as the girl literally jumped from her spot, bolting out the door and down the hallway with her thin restraint chains jangling madly.<br><br>"Get into the tub, child," Iselda spoke, dragging Anette's attention back to her and away from Lucia quickly.&nbsp; "And do not concern yourself with Lucia," she told her, "unless you desire to share in her punishment."
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				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 15:35:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anette looked to the floor again, her expression unchanging. She didn't like that Lucia had to wear that, and she most certainly didn't want to wear one of her own. She felt embarrassed for Lucia, though... she would have been devastated to have been placed in that... suddenly, she wasn't so sure about what the old man had said about the lord. <br><br>&nbsp;Stepping quietly into the tub, the petite girl jumped a little. The water wasn't really all that hot, but it was much, much warmer than any she'd ever bathed in. Taking a deep breath, her face shifting into a determined expression, she lowered herself in, careful not to look pained, though it felt as though it was burning her flesh. <br><br>&nbsp;Just stepping into the water had already done wonders for her appearance. As some of the looser dirt came off instantly, her pale skin ( pink from the warm water) showed beautifully. It was flawless, and soft with no alteration seen anywhere but her tiny pink nipples. <br><br>&nbsp;She wasn't sure about having a razor brought near her genitals. If she'd been comfortable with the idea, she would have shaved on her own... maybe. As it was, she was going to have some stranger ( or the girl down the street who'd so taunted her as a child) holding a sharp object to her... after all, she couldn't do it, her hands were shaking too much.
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>19-09-2008, 01:15:29</strong>
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				The steamy hot water was exquisite as Anette sunk into it, her eyes half-closing as it came up to lap around her chin.&nbsp; She'd never been in so much water before, and the sensation was literally amazing.&nbsp; Her body tingled from her head to her toes, and the slick surface of the porcelain tub was like wet glass where it brushed against her smooth skin.<br><br>It was an instant shock as the hands touched her, and she jerked upwards as the two girls began to rub down her shoulders and upper arms with soft sponges.&nbsp; The pale yellow balls billowed with soapy bubbles, and the sensation of the abrasive pads against her skin instantly brought a gasp unbidden from her throat.<br><br>"Hold still and let them do their job, child," Mistress Iselda chided her as the girls scrubbed down her arms and torso.&nbsp; She watched with appraising eyes as the girls rubbed the soap-filled sponges down over her tingling nipples, caressing down her spine and into the small of her back, gently covering every inch of her with soap and friction.&nbsp; Her entire body hummed with tingles like she'd never experienced before.<br><br>Upon reaching her waist, the girls took her by the upper arms and lifted her until she stood in the tub, water just below her knees.&nbsp; She instinctively started to cover herself, but stopped when Mistress Iselda made a chiding sound.&nbsp; <br><br>Continuing their service, the two girls scrubbed her lithe little body, with no shyness or apprehension whatsoever.&nbsp; The sponges coursed over her hips and thighs, buttocks, calves, knees, and even up inbetween her thighs to gently scrub at her tingling crotch.&nbsp; It was extremely difficult to remain standing as the girls scrubbed her, and when they finished she stood trembling with soapsuds covering her body.<br><br>"You may sit again, Anette," Mistress Iselda told her.&nbsp; "Go ahead and rinse off the soap, and see to washing your hair.
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				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>19-09-2008, 01:46:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;She couldn't remember a single time when she'd been as embarrassed and red as she was now. The feeling between her legs, and over her flesh made her feel guilty. It certainly didn't seem a wholesome sensation. <br><br>&nbsp;Glancing at the stern woman every time she wished to cover hersels managed to keep her from doing so, though her arms would stiffen every so often as the urge took hold. She felt so exposed and ashamed, and if Lucia was any example, she would feel more so by the end of this... and she wouldn't be shocked enough to comply this easily forever. <br><br>&nbsp;Anette was glad to be able to sink fully into the water, watching the soap float away from her tingling skin. Glancing to the side, she noticed one of the girls holding a bottle of liquid soap substance out to her. She took and and poured some of it into her hand, handing the bottle back to the girl before scrubbing it into her hair, continuing to do so until she felt that it was completely through her hair, which the moisture had caused to curl beautifully about her shoulders. <br><br>&nbsp;Sinking completely beneath the warm water, she was pleasantly pleased to feel it against her cheeks, and stayed under the surface until she'd removed all of the soap from her hair. <br><br>&nbsp;Rising to the surface, she seemed a completely different sort of creature. Clean, soft, and shining she looked like some sort of fairy creature. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 12:37:11</strong>
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				The sensation of the warm water coursing down her alabaster skin was exquisite, and that combined with the tingling feel of the cool air on her skin caused goosebumps to rise on her arms and legs.&nbsp; She found herself biting her lower lip reflexively, overcome with the urge to gasp in pleasure.<br><br>The sound of jangling chains reached her ears again, and as she opened her eyes she saw Lucia run awkwardly back into the room carrying a small leather case in both hands.&nbsp; The girl trundled across the room, her pert breasts bouncing in the strapped leather restraints, and she fell quickly to her knees as she arrived next to Mistress Iselda with the box held aloft in her hands.&nbsp; Her nostrils flared as she breathed hard, face downcast and eyes on the floor.<br><br>"Finally, you've done something acceptably well, Lucia," Mistress Iselda said to the girl as she took the box.&nbsp; "Maintain behavior such as that, and you may find less punishment in the future."<br><br>Lucia's eyes flickered up to the woman only briefly before moving to the floor once again, but Anette clearly saw happiness on the girl's face as her mouth curved into a smile behind the ballgag.<br><br>Mistress Iselda walked briskly over to the tub, flipping open the small case and setting it on a small table at the end of the basin.&nbsp; Inside was a white porcelain cup and a horsehair brush, and an ivory-handled straightrazor with a gleaming silver steel blade.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman pulled out the cup and the brush, dipped the brush into the water and scrubbed it into the cup.&nbsp; In moments the cup bubbled with white foam, and Mistress Iselda looked towards Anette.&nbsp; "Put your left foot up on the edge, child," she instructed the girl, her steely no-nonsense look indicating that she was not in the mood to be disobeyed.
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				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 07:06:23</strong>
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				Anette watched the exchange for a moment, her expression a confused frown. She had never seen Lucia bow to anyone... yet this woman seemed to draw both fear and pride from her...and odd mixture. The only other place she'd seen this was the church, where they would beat a man for breaking his vow of silence, and then later they would commend him for something else, and their transgression would already be forgotten. <br><br>&nbsp;Anette looked away as Iselda made her way over. She didn't want to be caught staring. She was not at all fond of the idea of wearing what Lucia was. <br><br>&nbsp;Looking up at the woman as she approached the tub, she found that she was rather nervous of the razor the she had at hand. She'd never been fond of sharp objects... they made her nervous... and this was no exception. Taking a slow deep breath, she did as she was told, placing her foot upon the side of the tub, the fear of being sliced open enough to stop her from trembling. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 10:38:18</strong>
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				Mistress Iselda hooked her toe behind the leg of a nearby stool and twisted, sliding it across the tiles until it came to rest next to the tub.&nbsp; She sat down on it and balanced the mug on the edge of the tub, then placed the closed razor onto her knee.&nbsp; She picked up the soap-filled brush and started to swirl it around the girl's privates, the stiff horsehair bristles brushing across her hair-covered mons.<br><br>The sensation was abrupt and powerful, and Anette struggled immediately to maintain her balance, one hand shooting out instinctively to grasp tightly onto the edge of the tub behind her.&nbsp; The horsehair bristles were stiff, yet simultaneously they were soft and tingling as the older woman lathered her from the top of her pubic hair all the way down to the pucker of her ass.&nbsp; The sensations continued to rush through her, and she found herself biting onto her bottom lip before she'd realized what she was doing.<br><br>After another few moments, Mistress Iselda placed the brush back into the cup and placed both onto the floor.&nbsp; She picked up the razor in her right hand and snapped it open, glistening steel blade reflecting the glimmering candlelight in the room just enough to add to the swirl in Anette's already spinning head.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hold still, child," she said sternly as her hands approached Anette's body.&nbsp; "If I cut you, it will be your fault for moving."
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				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 10:44:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;These new, intense sensations rushing through her nearly caused Anette to fall. Then, after regaining her balance, she found that she had to continue that struggle as she forced herself not to allow the odd, foreign sort of noise to escape her.&nbsp; She held it in her chest, barely daring to breathe lest it should slip past her guard. <br><br>&nbsp;The brush against her loigns had not been unexpected, but it's effects had been. Even as Mistress Iselda raised the straight edge razor to her tingling nether regions, some of the foam that had been applied was beginning to thin, the effect barely noticeable. Anette hoped it would escape the woman's scrutiny, the leel of embarrassment she'd feel at that would likely her most embarrassing memory... but that was hardly something to be dwelt upon now. <br><br>&nbsp;Holding tight to the edge of the tub, and frowning in concentration, the petite, pale young girl took extra care not to move. The last thing she wanted was pain added to her current situation... 
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 12:52:40</strong>
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				The razor on her skin was like ice, and she gritted her teeth as her eyes squeezed shut, head spinning.&nbsp; The cool blade swept down over her netherflesh, leaving a tingling heat in its wake as the Mistress swept away the downy fluff of her teenage pubic hair.&nbsp; The woman's hands were firm, yet she moved gently, and her actions were precise and smooth.&nbsp; Anette could feel a fire begin to burn in her loins as the woman manipulated her, left thumb and forefinger stretching flesh taut before the right hand would swipe the cool razor over her skin again.<br><br>She fought the overwhelming sensations with every fiber of her self-control, feeling like she would explode at any minute if the woman didn't finish soon.&nbsp; The tingling between her legs was immense, and she clawed the edge of the tub until her fingers turned white from the pressure.<br><br>Two minutes and the Woman was finished, standing up as she flicked the last remnants of shaving cream from the razor.&nbsp; "You did well, child," she said as she wiped the wet blade on her apron.&nbsp; "Continue to obey as you have done here, and your stay at the manor will be pleasant and rewarding."<br><br>Anette opened her eyes cautiously, seeing Mistress Iselda's back as she handed the closed razor to one of the other girls.&nbsp; "Finish bathing her and then get her properly clothed, Chelsea," she told the girl.&nbsp; "She will be presented to Lord Belger after the midday meal."&nbsp; That having been said, the broad woman strode purposefully from the room, not bothering to look back once in the short trip to and through the paneled door.&nbsp; <br><br>"You should finish your bathing quickly," the girl named Chelsea told her.&nbsp; "Midday meal is only two bells hence, and we must have you prepared."&nbsp; <br><br>It was still difficult for Anette to concentrate on anything as she struggled with the overwhelming tingle and fire that burned between her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 02:58:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anette was relieved as Iselda finished shaving her, finding that the after effects of such sensations were much easier to deal with than the feel of the woman's hands against her. She had never felt such a thing before...and though the sensations had been pleasant, she decided she never wanted to again. She was deeply opposed to anything that fogged her thinking...and that was most definitely a side effect of that particular act. <br><br>&nbsp;She watched the woman as she spoke, finding that she didn't quite like the word 'obey'... it made her feel weak, and that was not something she was accustomed to. She didn't respond, though... she hardly thought it appropriate to contradict a woman who had brought a dangerous object so close to her womanhood. <br><br>&nbsp; Looking after Iselda for a moment, it took Anette a moment to realise she had been spoken to. Turning her attention to the girl... chelsea... she nodded slightly. She then knelt in the tub and scrubbed herself clean, taking pains to make sure that all the dirt was removed from her moon pale flesh. <br><br>&nbsp;The place between her thighs was still tingling as she bathed, and when she went to clean it, she found an odd sort of liquid leaking from within her. <br><br>&nbsp;She bathed quickly, though her cleaning was thorough, and rose from the tub looking about for something to dry herself off with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 23:31:20</strong>
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				As she rose from the bath, Anette found Chelsea standing there next to the tub with a thick towel at the ready.&nbsp; "We must be quick, Anette," the girl said, her eyes anxious.&nbsp; As the girl stepped from the tub, Chelsea wrapped the towel around her lithe frame and began to dry her.<br><br>Anette felt hands on her from behind as well, startling her, and she turned to see the second girl behind her with another towel.&nbsp; The two quickly toweled the moisture from her body and hair, coiling a towel into her long red hair.&nbsp; "Your hair is so beautiful," the second girl cooed, stroking her fingers through Anette's waves as she absorbed the moisture from it with the towel.<br><br>The feel of foreign hands on her was unnerving, and shivers coursed up her body as the two girls worked diligently to dry her.&nbsp; "Lucia," Chelsea called to the third girl, "Fetch Anette's new dress from the wardrobe quickly, so we can get her clothed."&nbsp; A bell chimed somewhere in the hallway, and the restrained girl literally jumped towards the wardrobe with her chains jangling and an intense look on her face.<br><br>By the time Lucia arrived back at the other three girls, the drying was nearly completed.&nbsp; The two doing the drying had not been shy in the least with their duties, brushing the towels over Anette's privates without seeming to bother if the girl minded.&nbsp; "You must dress, Anette, quickly," Chelsea told her, fishing through the pile of clothes in Lucia's arms and picking out a number of frilly white undergarments that she thrust at the naked girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 07:22:05</strong>
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				The feel of the towels moving over her body didn't excite her as much as it otherwise might have. Perhaps it was the urgency in their manner, but it didn't seem anywhere near the same sensations as she'd felt before, and she was grateful for that. <br><br>&nbsp;Watching after Lucia, Anette was keenly aware of the two girls nearest her, moving her limbs to give them access to whichever areas they were attempting to dry, careful not to slow their progress lest they be punished, as shey seemed fearful they would be. <br><br>&nbsp;The sound of the bell had startled her as much as it had startled Lucia, and she found herself rushing to put on the white garments, barely aware of her discomfort at touching the fine white material as she hastily slipped into all that was handed to her. She was not really afraid of punishment for herself... well, she was a little, but the idea wasn't foreign to her. She did not, however, wish to be the cause of punishment for three other girls. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 10:45:37</strong>
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				The undergarments were shockingly sheer, almost see-through and quite scantily cut, nothing like Anette had ever worn - or even seen - before.&nbsp; The material was softer than almost anything she could imagine, slipping over her skin with a touch like a feather as she pulled them on.<br><br>Chelsea handed Anette a pair of panties and bra as well as a sheer pair of white stockings and garterbelt that the other two girls had to assist her in putting on correctly.&nbsp; She'd never seen such a thing, and just the look of it on her brought a flush to her cheeks by the way it molded to her small hips.<br><br>She barely had time to adjust to the new undergarments before she was being pushed into the gown, one similar to that which Chelsea and the second girl wore.&nbsp; It was dark brown with white stitching at the seams, utilitarian and relatively sturdy, but it fit her extremely snugly, pressing her stomach in and her breasts upwards as Chelsea laced the strings up her spine.&nbsp; The skirts were extremely short, Anette noticed, barely long enough to cover the tops of her white stockings.<br><br>Lastly Lucia brought Anette a pair of black leather shoes, sturdy with a thick sole and perhaps an inch of heel in the back.&nbsp; They were pretty, she thought, though not luxurious.&nbsp; The girls helped her slip into the shoes as the door opened and Mistress Iselda reentered.<br><br>"How do you feel, Child?" Mistress Iselda asked her as she strode across the room, inspecting her closely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 19:05:58</strong>
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				As she stood, looking down at her garments, Anette felt a keen sense of shame wash over her. It was not bad enough that she had been born female, had never even looked as though she might be interested in a man, and had worked like a boy....now she was standing here, wearing a small, feminine dress that allowed for a breeze on her upper thigh.<br><br>&nbsp;Looking at the shoes helped her to feel a little better. They weren't extravagant, or excessively soft...they just felt like shoes, and it was better to focus on them than the sof fabric of her sheer undergarments, or the way the dress made her bosom moer noticeable, or how the end of the skirt was far shorter than anything she'd ever even considered wearing before....<br><br>&nbsp;She looked up as Iselda entered the room, feeling the last of the laces on her back being done, the end tied in a little bow. <br><br>&nbsp;Her expression made her feelings on this matter obvious, but she spoke anyway " I feel effeminated and exposed..." she said softly, her hands finding their way to the hem of the dress as she struggled with the temptation to tug the skirt lower, and force it to cover her slender, pale legs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 11:56:57</strong>
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				"It is my intent to effeminate you, girl," the older woman told her bluntly.&nbsp; "The Master has no use for tomboys or unattractive waifs, and we will not insult him by presenting him with one."<br><br>Mistress Iselda slapped Anette's hands firmly right at the instant they hovered at the hem of her skirts.&nbsp; "Don't even think of fiddling with your skirts, child," she warned.&nbsp; "When in the presence of Lord Belger you will stand straight as a proper servant must."<br><br>"Lower your chin, girl," the woman instructed, tilting Anette's head with her hands.&nbsp; "And keep your eyes downcast.&nbsp; You must earn the right to look into the Master's eyes."<br><br>For a measure of minutes the older woman positioned and poised the younger girl, issuing commands on how to stand and how to kneel, and explaining how the master had little patience for girls who failed to follow simple orders.&nbsp; "If Lord Belger speaks to you, child, you had best find yourself on your knees before he has time to draw his next breath, or you might find yourself sharing Lucia's punishments."<br><br>The outpouring of commands and instructions from the woman was overwhelming, filling Anette's mind with a jumbled array of things to do and not to do, some overlapping despite her best attempts to keep the orders clear and understood.<br><br>"You have one opportunity for questions, child," Mistress Iselda told her.&nbsp; "Speak now, and do not hesitate, as we are almost out of time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 19:03:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anette did all that she was told to do, and did her best to take in the rest. She had realised acting like a proper woman was difficult, but this was simply preposterous, not that she would make her sentiments on the subject known. She could be herself, perhaps, when she was all alone, but she knew that if she wanted to make it here, she was going to have to play along.<br><br>&nbsp;Having the Mistress give her these instructions was oddly calming. It meant that she didn't have to guess at how to do things, just do as she was told. Taking the guess work out of her first encounter with the lord of the manour was probably one of the nicest thing this woman could do. Though, she doubted the woman meant it to be nice. <br><br>&nbsp;" No, Mistress" <br><br>She answered the woman with her meek little voice. With such a voice as that, it was hard to believe she was a tomboy. <br><br>" I've no questions."<br><br>&nbsp;That wasn't entirely true. The proper statement would have been ' I have no questions that would not lead to further questions.' However, that hardly seemed important to her right now. Standing in exactly the way she was instructed, the young girl nervously awaited her first encounter with the man who would be running her life for a whole year.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 01:19:38</strong>
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				Mistress Iselda nodded and reached out, placing her hand behind the girl's neck and urging her forward.&nbsp; "No time to waste then, girls," she said curtly.&nbsp; "We must get to the Master's dining chamber immediately."<br><br>The other two girls fell in behind Anette and the older woman, and Lucia brought up the rear with her chains jangling quietly.&nbsp; Mistress Iselda pulled open the portal and led the five of them deeper into the manor, into hallways that Anette had yet to see.&nbsp; She looked around as they walked briskly, trying to take in the surroundings of what would be her new home for the next year.<br><br>The entire manor was filled with fineries, from tapestries and rugs to paintings and statues, columns of alabaster supporting busts and carvings the likes of which she had never seen.&nbsp; She couldn't help but gaze in awe at the sights she passed on the way, and she actually stumbled once or twice as she tripped over the edges of thick carpets that lined the hallways.<br><br>"Pay attention!" Mistress Iselda snapped each time, her hand tightening painfully on Anette's neck and dragging her back to reality.<br><br>Minutes later they arrived at a tall oaken door, the portal banded with brass bands leading to thick hinges of brass as well.&nbsp; Mistress Iselda turned Anette to face her as Lucia scrambled to the front, paused at the door.<br>&nbsp;"Follow the other three in, and do exactly as Chelsea does," she instructed the girl.&nbsp; "Do it quickly, and keep your mouth shut."<br><br>A bell sounded in the hall, echoing off of the paneled walls.&nbsp; At that instant Lucia pushed open the door and shuffled inside, her chains jangling.&nbsp; Chelsea and the other girl, both whom had taken up spots to the left and right of Anette moved forward and into the room.&nbsp; Mistress Iselda pushed Anette forward, urging her along with the other three.<br><br>Anette watched as Lucia shuffled into the center of the room between two long tables.&nbsp; At the far end of the room she spotted a raised dais, upon which was a large chair.&nbsp; In the chair sat an older gentleman dressed in dark fineries, a thick robe and finely crafted pants and shirt.&nbsp; He sucked at a pipe idly, with one leg tossed up and over the leg of his chair.&nbsp; A dog - at least, Anette guessed it was a dog, despite its huge size - sat to the left of the man's chair, head lolling off of one step.<br><br>As they approached, Anette noticed Chelsea's downward gaze and remembered the Mistress instructing her to not look the Master in the eyes.&nbsp; Lucia had arrived at his chair by then, and she prostrated herself on the floor at his feet, fingers reached out yet not quite touching his boot.&nbsp; He seemed to pay her no mind whatsoever.<br><br>The two girls abreast her walked quickly and quietly into the room until they arrived, two paces from the bottom step.&nbsp; They both collapsed to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the floor before the man with their hands turned palms-upward towards him.&nbsp; Neither of them uttered the smallest sound as they collapsed to the carpeted floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 01:39:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;Struggling against distraction, Anette found her gaze drifting to other things in the halls. The walls, paintings, vases, and even some of the doors. Evrything there was so ornate. Such crafted beauty was foreign to her. <br><br>&nbsp; Listening to how the other girls walked, she lightened her step, making less noise on the floor as she went. She'd never had such loud shoes before, but she felt that, if she acted as though she was walking on the hay stack, she should be fine. After all, if she stepped too hard when she did that, she could fall in. <br><br>&nbsp;Mistress Iselda's voice proved very frightening. No matter how far the young girl's mind wandered, it could be snapped back into place within the first syllable of the woman's speech. She found that the rugs were thick, and so stood up from the ground a little ways, and learned to look out for that as they went.<br><br>Following the other three girls, she found she needed to pay close attention, but once she did that, she could manage to be only a fraction of a moment behind them, making her uncertainty barely noticeable. <br><br>&nbsp;The man in the center of the room was grand. She'd never seen any men other than the farmers and merchants in the village, and certainly she'd never seen someone dressed so extravagantly. Her dark, ocean blue eyes scanned over his canine first before taking in his countenance. Her gaze had nearly risen to his face when she remembered Mistress Iselda's warning.<br><br>&nbsp;Dropping her gaze quickly, she found herself peaking out of the corner of her eyes at Lucia, watching her for only a moment as she continued to follow the others, then dropping her gaze completely to the floor as, with only a second's hesitation, she dropped to the same degrading position the other two girls were kneeling in. Once she got out of here, she swore to herself, she would never again kneel like this.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 11:44:24</strong>
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				Anette felt the brush of Mistress Iselda's calf as the woman walked past her, stopping between where the three girls knelt on the floor and where Lucia whimpered softly, fingers reaching out towards the man's boot.&nbsp; The older woman prostrated herself as they were, kneeling and setting her forehead to the floor for only a moment before standing again, eyes locked on Lord Belger's boots.<br><br>"My Master," the woman cooed, her new voice completely and utterly different than the lecturing tone that Anette had heard from her previously.&nbsp; "we bring you the newest addition to your household, and we pray that you are pleased with her."&nbsp; Anette boggled at the complete change in demeanor of the woman, her current tone a completely diametric opposition to what the girl had heard just moments before.<br><br>"Anette, stand and present yourself to Lord Belger," Mistress Iselda commanded as she stepped to one side, her tone once again flipping back to the harsh and lecturing tone that sent the chills up her spine.<br><br>Lord Belger's attention turned to gaze over Anette and the other three young girls that were presented before him on the stones, his expression barely changing.&nbsp; He shifted his knee slightly, pushing out his booted foot until it barely brushed against Lucia's reaching fingertips.&nbsp; The noise that leaked from the girl sounded almost like elation, and she crept another three inches up the dais as she began to brush her face along the edge of the boot's sole.&nbsp; The man seemed to take no notice of her actions, though his huge dog did lift its head and consider the girl briefly before stretching and laying back down atop the highest step of the dais.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 12:19:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anette listened closely to the mistress's voice, the difference causing a small smile to play across her features. it was always such an odd thing when a woman changed completely in front of a man. Not that the behavior was odd, but she'd always found it to be a peculiar way of going about things...<br><br>&nbsp;She shifted slightly where she kneeled, the movement barely perceptible as she adjusted her foot beneath her, trying to keep it from falling asleep as she lay in this ridiculous position at the Lord's feet. <br><br>&nbsp;Having drifted into a small daydream about the oddities that could possible live upon her new master's face, the tiny waif of a girl jumped slightly, ever so slightly, as Iselda became Mistress Iselda once again. Rising quickly to her feet, the young girl kept her eyes downcast as she'd been instructed, holding her curiosity firmly in check even as she forced her trembling hands not to touch the edge of her too-short skirt. It was much harder than it had been in her one practice session in the bathroom...and that had been quite difficult for her. <br><br>&nbsp;The petite females eyes fixed upon Lucia and what went on with her for a moment, taking in the scene before moving to look at the beautiful, massive dog that sat at the feet of the man she was being presented to. How often she'd dreamed of having a dog like that, she couldn't imagine, but there it was, in the ownership of another. It didn't matter, had it not been for this scenario, she probably would never have gotten a good look at one, so it didn't much matter that she couldn't have it. She always wanted things she couldn't have, it was one of the many hazards of being poor. <br><br>&nbsp;She could feel his change of expression, though she couldn't shift her gaze to see it. It was an odd feeling, something akin to the raise of the hairs on the back of one's neck when they know they're being stared at. <br><br>&nbsp;She remembered not to speak, in this case. She couldn't remember if she was supposed to say anything anyway, and Mistress Iselda seemed quite capable of handling the talking all on her own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 16:25:06</strong>
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				Lord Belger leaned forward in his chair, his pipe hooked in his teeth as he looked her over.&nbsp; Anette could smell the pungent aroma of his tobacco, and it tingled and stung her nostrils lightly as he puffed a small cloud in her direction.<br><br>He swung his leg down from the arm of the chair and stood in one movement, and with her downward gaze Anette was afforded a first-person view as Lucia wrapped her thin fingers around his calf and rubbed her cheek against it.&nbsp; The man leaned down and in a flash of movement cracked his hand across the back of her left thigh.&nbsp; It was so unexpected that Anette flinched unconsciously, and the blatancy of it sent a wave of heat from her belly up her throat and blooming over her cheeks.<br><br>Lucia's response was quite different, as the moan that poured from her was laden with pleasured sounds.&nbsp; She squirmed slowly as he brushed his fingertips over her thigh, along the four pink welts that had already begun to raise on her skin from the impact of his four fingers.<br><br>"I think we can remove Lucia's gag now, Iselda,"&nbsp; the man said, and Anette watched in awe as Lucia literally quivered in pleasure, the look of ecstasy so plain on her face that it deepened Anette's blush even further.<br><br>The man stepped off of the dais, his boot pulling free of Lucia's grasp and causing her to literally sigh in torment.&nbsp; He moved forward and circled around the three girls, stepping in close as he passed behind Anette.&nbsp; His hand brushed through her hair and he lifted a handful to his face, inhaling deeply as he paused behind her.<br><br>"Is she trained?" the man spoke, his voice deep and booming despite the low volume.&nbsp; Anette fought back a shiver as his warm breath touched her shoulder, and again as his hands brushed out of her hair.<br><br>With her eyes downcast, she could not see Mistress Iselda, but the woman's voice took on the meekness she'd had the last time she spoke to the man.&nbsp; "She is not trained, but she follows instructions well, Master," she told him.<br><br>"See that she understands the price of failing to obey, Iselda," he said curtly as he circled around once more, setting back down in his chair and placing his boot back into Lucia's hands.<br><br>"Those three may go," he said to her, waving a hand at Anette and the girls next to her.&nbsp; "I will keep Lucia here for the morning, and she may show me how grateful she is for my forgiveness."<br><br>The girl literally melted against him, and Anette boggled at the look on her face as she curled against the man's calf.&nbsp; Mistress Iselda's voice caught her unawares as she dismissed the three.&nbsp; "To your chores, girls," she said abruptly.<br><br>Chelsea and the other girl jumped up quickly from their spots on the floor, both capturing Anette's hands and hurrying towards the exit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 21:17:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;The smell of tobacco had never been a cause for dicomfort for Anette. The only man she'd ever truly respected had smoked a pipe. Now, however, it is not the smell that causes her discomfort, but the fact that he was close enough for her to smell it so strongly. She had always found discomfort in proximity with strangers. <br><br>&nbsp;The man's actions towards Lucia had caught her by surprise. Her little hands continued to tremble at her sides as she fought hard not to look up at the one who'd done such a thing to one of the most prideful girl's she'd ever known. The only thing that surprised her more, in fact, was Lucia's apparent pleasure at the pain that must have caused. She seemed so... it made her feel a little queezy to realise that Lucia seemed happy like this.<br><br>&nbsp;As her blood-filled cheeks warmed even further, she found that she had to bite the inside of her bottom lip to stop from voicing some surprise as the man, without warning her attention was shifted from Lucia to the fact that the man was now behind her, his fingers moving through her dark auburn locks. Even this wasn not so worrisome as the way he smelled them... she realised the smell of her hair in the bath. Her hair smelled a lot like flowers right now, and it caused her to wonder if that was the reason for all of the floral scented soaps in the bath. <br><br>&nbsp;Hands trembling, lower lip between her teeth, she had to work hard not to take a step away from him. She wanted to find something to cover her legs, and she wanted to move away from the man who stood so intimately behind her. His breath upon her shoulder sending a nervous shiver down her spine. <br><br>&nbsp;The relief she felt as he removed himself from that place behind her was nearly tangible. She'd felt as though she was going to suffocate on his closeness. He had been so close to her, been touching her hair...<br><br>&nbsp;Though she was beginning to get used to the idea that Lucia had changed, her changes still caught Anette unawares. She found herself staring at the chained girl for a moment, her attention drawn abruptly back to the present by Iselda's voice. <br><br>&nbsp; A startled frown slipped through her carefully constructed facial expression as the other girls simply grabbed her hands and nearly ran from the room. There was no way you could move as quickly as that without those short little skirts rising in the back. <br><br>&nbsp;As soon as they'd left the room, she allowed the anxiety to show on her face and the shiver to run its course down her spine. There was no way she wanted to find herself around him very often. <br><br>&nbsp;Her voice remained light though she was speaking more openly. Her voice had always been small and feminine, and no amount of working would ever take that from her. It was a curse, in her eyes. She would never be able to hide the fact that she was female, no matter how hard she tried. <br><br>&nbsp;" What are our chores?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 22:17:50</strong>
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				Chelsea smiled at her, a glow on her face as the three flittered into the hallway outside Lord Belger's dining hall.&nbsp; "Today we must clean the Master's chambers and personal bath, and then we have work in the gardens to attend to," the pretty girl told her.<br><br>"Also," Chelsea told her, "This is Aeris," she said as she indicated the third girl.&nbsp; "She doesn't talk, I don't think," she said with an odd half-smile, "but she's very helpful and a hard worker."<br><br>Anette glanced at the girl named Aeris, and she smiled back politely.&nbsp; She was perhaps an inch taller than Anette and much thicker of build, yet not what you'd consider fat.&nbsp; Her hair was a dark chocolate brown that you could almost call black, and it was pulled back from her face into a sweeping ponytail that extended almost to her hips.&nbsp; It was bound in three places by thin knots of white ribbons that helped to keep the mass of hair in place and manageable.&nbsp; She had a pretty face, with rounded cheeks that bespoke of her plumpness, and full red lips below a pert nose.&nbsp; Her eyes were brown as well, almost as dark as her hair, and her eyelashes were incredibly long and thick.<br><br>Anette turned her attentions back to Chelsea, taking a good look at the girl for the first time.&nbsp; Chelsea stood a good two inches taller than Anette, perhaps more, and was thin like she was, without the amply curvaceous lines of Aeris or Mistress Iselda.&nbsp; She had an athletic look to her, however, her arms and legs graceful and muscular.&nbsp; Her skin was darker than Anette's, however, almost the color of caramel - Anette wondered if the girl was from near here, as she'd never seen another with skin so luxuriously shaded.&nbsp; Her hair was dark as well, and tightly curled as it flowed over her shoulders and down to just between her shoulderblades.<br><br>Aeris presented Anette with a tiny curtsey as they walked abreast through the hall to the wide-banistered staircase in the entry hall of the house.&nbsp; The trio turned and headed up the stairs quickly, and as they reached the top Aeris turned and opened an unobtrusive side door that Anette would most likely have missed had she not seen it open with her own eyes.<br><br>The girl began handing out cleaning tools - a mop and bucket, a scrub-brush, towels, and a corked glass bottle filled with a yellowish liquid.&nbsp; Once the other two had taken up all of the items, Aeris picked up a corn-bristled broom and stepped back to close the closet door.&nbsp; Supplies in hand, the three headed to the end of the second floor hallway to where a wide pair of double-doors stood sealed against entry.<br><br>"This is Lord Belger's chamber," Chelsea told her as she pushed the doors open and revealed the expansive room.&nbsp; "You may not enter, <em>ever</em>, unless you are cleaning as we are, or unless the Master has honored you by bringing you here."<br><br>Chelsea entered and began to clean as Anette took in the huge room around her.&nbsp; This single room was without doubt larger than her parents' entire home, and was filled with many pieces of amazingly detailed and exquisite furniture.&nbsp; There were examples of things she knew, such as a huge bed, expansive desk, tables and chairs, couches - yet at the same time there were many pieces of furniture that she did not recognize.&nbsp; Most of them were spartan affairs, created of bare polished wood or wood covered in leather.&nbsp; There were brass and iron rings, straps and buckles, and some that even had pulleys and rope like some sort of block-and-tackle that she would see near the docks.&nbsp; <br><br>All of the objects were foreign except one, a long wooden bed with restraints at one end and a wheeled crank at the other.&nbsp; It was a rack, a torture device meant to stretch its victim from wrists and ankles.&nbsp; Why Lord Belger would have one she had no idea, yet her imagination spun as a chill coursed up her spine.<br><br>"Stop dallying and get to work, Anette," Chelsea chided from where she quickly worked to wipe any hint of dust from a large oval table.&nbsp; "We only have four bells to complete our task here."&nbsp; Aeris had passed into another room through a doorway to the right, that room tiled with cream-colored stone and gave Anette the impression of an exquisite washroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 22:44:38</strong>
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				&nbsp; " That doesn't sound too hard..." she voiced the opinion before she'd though about it, her voice haven taken on some of it's more natural vigor. She liked the sound of working in the gardens, though she would have been happier if there'd been mention of the stables... she loved working in the stables. <br><br>&nbsp;Turning to Aeris, that same slightly crooked smile from before graced her lips once again, and she hazarded a curtsey towards the girl, feeling clumsy and awkward in the attempt. <br><br>&nbsp;Both of the girl's with her were beautiful, and Anette felt small and awkward in their presense, her angular little body seeming incomplete compared to Aeris's beautiful, full form, or Chelsea's sporty muscularity... she was a waif herself, and though she'd never bothered to really compare herself to another female, as she did so now, she found herself lacking. <br><br>&nbsp; Carrying her cleaning supplies after Chelsea, she found that they were rather heavy, but she refused to show it. She wouldn't be a burden to these other girls, no matter what happened, and honestly, a lot could happen here. <br><br>&nbsp; Anette's eyes widened as she took in the room... the finery... the torture device... all of it. She had half a mind to ask the other girls about it, but decided she really didn't want to know. Running away would be a disgrace, and so she needed not to give herself any more reason than would inevitably develope. <br><br>&nbsp;The furniture of the room was strange to her, some of it very foreign, other's of it simply far too extravagant to even have been thought of where she lived. It intimidated her a bit, and made her wish in earnest she was mucking the stalls instead. <br><br>&nbsp;Chelsea's voice drew her back to the present in a much kinder way than the Mistress's had. It was gentler and seemed to ease her faculties back into motion. Then, she was off. <br><br>&nbsp;Cleaning was something she'd done often and well in her life. Wether it was polishing shoes, cleaning pens, or scrubbing entire houses, she'd never had a complaint and always gotten some sort of money reward. Considering the poorness of her village, she'd done very well to have gotten any money, no matter how small the amount. <br><br>&nbsp;Handling the lord's things with care and dexterity, Anette proved to be a valuable asset in the completion of his chambers. Really, part of her speed and skill was a simple want to be gone from here, she wanted to go to the garden, and she would complete this to the best of her ability to get there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 12:59:18</strong>
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				Once the three became focused on the duty of cleaning Lord Belger's rooms, the work went quite rapidly.&nbsp; It was just past the third bell when Chelsea signaled a stop to the other two, and after a cursory inspection the tall girl nodded with a smile.<br><br>"I think the Master will be pleased today," she said with a smile.&nbsp; Turning to Anette, her eyes glimmered.&nbsp; "You are a hard worker, Anette," she complimented the girl.&nbsp; "I'll be happy to work with you whenever we are assigned matching duties."<br><br>Aeris's smile echoed Chelsea's, and although the girl didn't speak, Anette had the feeling that Aeris echoed Chelsea's comments.&nbsp; The darkhaired girl actually stepped in and gave Anette a soft hug, catching her somewhat off guard by the forwardness of her gesture.<br><br>Chelsea gathered up her share of the cleaning supplies and turned towards the door.&nbsp; "Now," she said, "we need to get ourselves to the gardens, the weeding has not been done in almost a week now and I'm sure there will be more than enough to keep us busy until sundown."<br><br>Aeris followed after Chelsea almost before the girl started speaking, and once the mention of the gardens tickled Anette's ears she wasted no time in heading for the door after the other two.<br><br><hr><br>It took a few minutes of travel through the house to reach the eastern alcove, a small room with sink and tub and racks lined with towels.&nbsp; Chelsea led the other two girls through the room and out a tall wooden door, into the glare of full sunlight as they stepped out onto the thick loam of Lord Belger's estate.&nbsp; Fifty feet ahead of them was a large fenced-off garden, and Anette saw every manner of vegetable being grown within the confines of the cedar fenceposts.<br><br>She also noticed Lucia standing near the gate that led into the garden, no longer dressed in the leather straps and buckles.&nbsp; She was now dressed in a servants' dress much like Anette's own, and the only evidence of her recent bondage were the faint red strap-marks that angled up her cheeks from her lips.&nbsp; The girl's face beamed with pleasure as she stood waiting for the other three.<br><br>As Anette approached with Chelsea and Aeris, Lucia flashed Anette a broad smile.&nbsp; "Hello, Anette," she said as she stepped in to walk beside the girl.&nbsp; "Are you enjoying your stay at the Master's manor so far?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 00:16:05</strong>
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				Anette was suprised and pleased by the other girl's actions, having never been treated so warmly by another female. She'd never really understood it, but most other girls had skirted around her as though she were the plague. It really hadn't occurred to her all that often, it was rare that she should like anybody, but she liked these girls, and their acceptance pleased her. <br><br>&nbsp; The room was very clean as they left, and it occurred to the girl that she would never have thought to clean it, with as neat as it had already been. Still, it looked even cleaner than before, and she was a little proud... she was also careful not to touch anything on her way out. She didn't want to risk ruining what they'd worked so hard to do. <br><br>_______________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br><br>The sight of the garden nearly took Anette's breath away. Planted there was every type of vegetable she knew, and quite a few she didn't. It was amazing to her to see so much space given to a garden. She'd only had a small one out behind her house, and there was hardly anything growing there.<br><br>&nbsp;She reminded herself , again, that she could not compare this to her usual life any more than she could compare a steed to her pet lizard. It just wasn't the same thing at all. Nothing about this place even resembled her home, and she would have to get used to the idea of living here. <br><br>&nbsp;Spotting Lucia ahead sent a wave of relief through her, and it shown clearly on her face. The girl was dressed properly... well, not really properly,none of them were as clothed as she thought they should be, but it was better than before. <br><br>&nbsp;"Lucia..." it hadn't occurred to her that the girl would remember her at all. After all, the only encounters they'd ever really had were the times Anette came over to help care for Lucia's mother, and clean the house for a ltitle money. They'd never even really spoken before. " It's...." she stopped, chosing her words carefull. " intimidating, but not as bad as I'd imagined. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 13:36:49</strong>
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				"It really is a wonderous place," Lucia said to her as she moved into step with the other three.&nbsp; "And the Master is a wonderful and kind provider," she said, her voice dripping with admiration almost to the point of worship.<br><br>Anette couldn't help but wonder how someone could consider it wonderful and kind to be strapped into that ... outfit ... that she'd been wearing, but the girl seemed absolutely beside herself as they passed through the gate and into the garden.<br><br>A small outbuilding stood just inside the wooden fence, and Chelsea stopped there, swinging the front door open.&nbsp; "Anette, are you familiar with gardening?" the girl asked as she reached inside and started pulling out gardening tools.<br><br>Lucia stepped forward and held out a hand, at which Chelsea handed her a gardening hoe and spade.&nbsp; "Start amongst the cabbages, Lucia," she told the girl, and she nodded with a smile before heading off with her duties.<br><br>Chelsea turned and handed a steel-tipped rake to Aeris, who accepted it and made to leave.&nbsp; She pointed off towards a triple wide row of low plants along the south fence, and Chelsea nodded.&nbsp; "Yes, the potatoes," she acknowledged Aeris' silent inquiry.&nbsp; The girl smiled in return and slipped off with the rake in hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 23:14:51</strong>
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				As she listened to Lucia speak, Anette felt a small twinge of disgust. She'd always been mildly revolted by the way newlyweds seemed to adore everything about each other no matter what...and this topped it. How could someone who had been so obviously mistreated be so positive about the person who'd done it, or at the very least allowed it to happen.<br><br>" I gardened a little at home, " she answered, her soft sweet voice betraying none of the feelings she has so far garnered about the master. Though ,they may have been had they continued talking about them.&nbsp; " My mom did most of it, though. I just pulled the weeds. "<br><br>Watching as the other two set off to their duties, Anette waited for the tools which were to be handed to her. She really wasn't certain what all she could do, other than weed, but maybe that would be enough. <br><br>" My chores at home were usually of a different nature than these... like working wuith the animals and mucking the horse's stalls... not so much the gardening and the cleaning. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 00:12:42</strong>
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				Chelsea smiled at the girl as she handed her a hand-rake and trowel.&nbsp; "Many things here will be different than your life at home, Anette," she told her.&nbsp; "But different can be a benefit, most oft."<br><br>After Anette had taken the tools, Chelsea turned back and gathered another set similar to the ones she'd handed the girl.&nbsp; "You and I will be working in the corn, to remove the weeds and ensure there are no infestations," Chelsea told her.&nbsp; "The weeds grow quickly and must be pulled free from the soil, roots and all - and we need to inspect all of the stalks for bugs of any kind."<br><br>The two girls headed off deeper into the garden, working for the better part of two hours.&nbsp; It was not easy work, but it was simple, and Anette had no problems learning exactly what she was supposed to do.&nbsp; By the time they completed their rows, the other two girls were re-convening near the outbuilding.&nbsp; Lucia was busy placing tools back into the shed as they reached her, and she quickly gathered the hand rakes and trowels from both.<br><br>"We must be off to the baths before the evening bell," Lucia said with a smile, brushing dust and a bit of dirt from her knees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 04:50:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;Taking the tools offered by Chelsea, Anette nodded her head in agreement with the girl's words. It was true that different tended to be beneficial, at least in certain ways, but it was also a bit unsettling. Luckily, the job they had today was one that was familiar to her, and she learned quickly enough what she was looking for in the stalks of corn. <br><br>&nbsp;The work took a long time, but that was nothing new to her, and she rather enjoyed Chelsea's company. Though, at times she found that she had to keep her words to herself, as she found her opinion of the master to be less favourable than the other girl's. The time passed quickly, and though she now had dirt on her hands, and knees...and inexplicably, some in her hair... she felt wonderful for having spent the time outside. <br><br>&nbsp;Anette held her tools out as they approached Lucia, letting the girl take them easily from her hands. She was just dusting her hands on one another, dropping some of the dirt from them to the ground when Lucia spoke. Never, in her entire life, had she washed herself more than once in a day. <br><br>&nbsp; Saying nothing about it, she hurried off with the other girls to the bath house. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 01:03:33</strong>
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				The four girls moved quickly back into the house, through the servants' quarters to a thick iron-banded wood door which Chelsea pulled open easily.&nbsp; On the other side was a stone staircase descending into the basement,&nbsp; and she led all four down and around a corner into a hot room filled with a wispy cloud of steam.&nbsp; There was a dull roaring sound in the distance, and Anette thought she saw the flickers of flame off in the shadows away from the torches that lit the center of the room.<br><br>The tile-floored chamber was supported by four round stone pillars, each of them holding two torch sconces that glimmered with burning light.&nbsp; The thirty-foot square between the pillars was lined with two rows of four porcelain tubs, each of which overflowed with steaming water.&nbsp; The water poured into each tub from a copper tube as thick as Anette's wrist, the water pouring out in a constant flow.&nbsp; The spillage collected into a central basin between the two rows of tubs, a white tiled basin that looked to be perhaps three feet deep.&nbsp; The entire basin steamed with the heat of the water, creating a layer of fog that hung inches from the floor throughout the room.&nbsp; Behind each tub was a small polished wooden table.<br><br>Near the pillars closest to the girls, tables supported brushes and sponges, rags and combs for whatever bathing needs might arise.&nbsp; Chelsea moved to one table and picked up a sponge before heading to the nearest tub, followed in suit by Lucia and Aeris.&nbsp; The three began to disrobe, putting their clothes onto the wooden tables behind their respective tubs, and once they were completely naked, the three headed towards the wide central basin.&nbsp; They slipped into the water, the three distinctly different girls all sighing in similar states of pleasure as they sunk to their necks in the steaming bath.<br><br>Lucia turned to smile at Anette.&nbsp; "Come on, Anette," she smiled.&nbsp; "The water is amazingly wonderful!"&nbsp; Her voice overflowed with pleasure, and it was reflected in the eyes and the looks on the faces of the other girls as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 01:23:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anette was captivated, once again, by her surroundings. Everything in this place seemed strange and new, though it was attached to the same building she'd been awed by since she got here. Nevertheless, it seemed more earthy than the rest of the place, and for that she was grateful. <br><br>&nbsp;The torches lining the walls gave enough light for the room not to seem frightening, and the tile made a pleasant&nbsp; clicking sound beneath the shoes she'd been given.The water pouring into the tubs was warm looking, and it poured into a tub in the middle.<br><br>&nbsp;Following the other girl's lead, anette grabbed a sponge from one of the tables, then watched as the other girls went to their specific tubs. She'd expected them to get into the tubs they'd stood by, but then all three of them disrobed and climbed into the tub in the middle, seeming content in that situation. <br><br>&nbsp;Though Anette was aware that she likely had no reason to be embarrassed at this point, after all, all three of them had seen her naked and even helped her bathe earlier. Walking uneasily towards one of the empty basins, she took a moment to remove her clothing finding the lacing difficult to manage.&nbsp; After she'd finally slipped out of her clothing, she moved to the central basin and clambered in, her small round breasts floating slightly in the water as, with a small sigh, she leaned against the side. <br><br>&nbsp;" This really is wonderful...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 00:01:43</strong>
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				The four girls, so different yet so alike in many ways, frolicked and laughed in the central tub for many minutes.&nbsp; Anette noticed quickly that all three of the girls had the evidence of lashings across their backs and behinds, but except in the case of Lucia, they were all from wounds that had been handed out long ago.<br><br>Chelsea arched her head back and let her hair spread into the swirling water for a moment, her pert breasts floating at the surface before she sat back up and relaxed against the edge of the tub.&nbsp; "The baths are a place that the Master allows us to be ourselves," she told Anette, "so long as we do not abuse the privilege."<br><br>Lucia and Aeris had retired to one corner of the tub, Aeris's hands caressing along the younger girl's cheek and ear.&nbsp; Lucia clung to Aeris's voluptuous curves, her cheek resting against Aeris's ample breasts with a look of contentment on her face.&nbsp; Aeris smiled over at Anette, her dark eyes glimmering as she brushed fingertips along Lucia's earlobe.<br><br>Chelsea picked up a brush and a cake bar of soap, scrubbing the two together before moving from the edge and approaching Anette.&nbsp; Without asking she simply moved behind her and began to soap down her spine, the brush tingling on her skin.&nbsp; Anette had never before spent this much time even near water, much less submerged in it, and the sensations were astounding.&nbsp; Over the next few minutes the older girl washed her despite the fact that she was already quite clean, and the sensation was unlike anything Anette had experienced before.&nbsp; To be in a communal tub like this, so close to another, with their attentions focused upon you...<br><br>"We should use the rinse-tubs and be back about our duties soon," Chelsea said a little while later, and she stood and climbed from the central tub to where she'd laid her clothes.&nbsp; She stepped in gracefully, her long legs smooth and muscular as they lifted over the edge of the tub.&nbsp; She sank in and disappeared under the surface, a splash of water coursing over the edge as she displaced it over the sides.<br><br>The other two girls unraveled themselves from each other and moved to their respective baths as well, and Anette followed suit.&nbsp; The water in the rinse tubs was amazingly hot, almost too hot to endure, yet she managed to submerge herself as the tingles coursed through her.&nbsp; They rested there for another two minutes before Chelsea stood and stepped free of the tub.<br><br>She moved to one of the pillars and picked up a towel from a stack there, and began to dry herself thoroughly.&nbsp; "Let's go," she told the others.&nbsp; "We've almost spent too much time here, we need to get upstairs and into some clean clothes before the evening bell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 01:05:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;The lashings on the other girls backs didn't disturb her much. She didn't really have a father, so there'd be noone at home to punish her, but men were renowned for their cruelty, and wether those came from their homes or the master, they weren't unusual.<br><br>&nbsp;Anette was glad that there was somewhere she was allowed to be herself, and automatically resorted to floating on her back. Though her body and voice were very small and feminine, her movements had sort of a masculine quality to them...some decided lack of womanly grace that characterized everything she did. It was obvious now as she floated through the water, her hands resting at her sides, legs spread slightly. Her hair fanned out behind her like a frame for her fairy-like face. <br><br>&nbsp;It was a struggle not to blush as she noticed the antics of the two in the corner...there was something not quite normal about the way there were sitting togethere...the way they were acting, but she really didn't want to think on it too much. After all, what they did in the bath <em>was</em> their own issue...who was she to judge?<br><br>&nbsp;Anette had just stood to grab her own bathing things when Chelsae came up behind her and began to wash her back. There was nothing really odd about one girl washing another...at least she'd heard not. Her mother had bathed her as a child after all... but there was something different about this just as there was something different about the other two.... the sensations of this particular washing were pleasant in a way she was not, as yet, fully comfortable with...there came that slightly heady feeling...the clouding of her eyes so that she was more fully focussed on the attentions being dealt to her. She liked it, and she didn't step away, but it was different and strange and she made a mental note to watch out for such things in the future. it really wouldn't do to allow such things to keep happening...she had to keep her mind clear, and be careful with her words...and this wasn't helping.<br><br>&nbsp;Nodding to Chelsea, the smaller girl moved quickly to the tub farthest from the door. She climbed easily into it, slipping instantly under the water. This may have been a mistake as she soon found that the water was much hotter than that of the central basin. She came to the surface, a cry of alarm escaping her pouty, elven lips before, with a strained expression, she quickly rinsed herself and got out, beginning to dry herself off. <br><br>&nbsp;" we're going upstairs in only towels?" her voice sounded more shocked than she'd meant to allow it to be. She'd been following their lead with few questions so far, but that sounded perfectly indecent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 01:24:26</strong>
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				"Actually, the towels stay here with our soiled gowns," Chelsea commented in a completely nonchalant manner as she twisted the towel into her hair.&nbsp; "Mistress Iselda does not like it when the soiled clothing gets spread about, so she insists that we leave it all here to be collected at once."<br><br>With that she uncoiled the towel from her hair and picked up a brush from a table.&nbsp; She began to comb the tangles from her long hair, working it slowly as Lucia and Aeris began to dry themselves as well.&nbsp; Aeris' hair was still tied tightly in the long ponytail that descended along her spine, and she twisted it tightly to squeeze the water from it before mopping the water from her voluptuous body.<br><br>None of the three seemed distressed or alarmed in any way that they'd be going back upstairs without clothing.&nbsp; The fact that the stairs reached directly to the servants' quarters meant little to Anette, however, and the idea of going anywhere without clothes made her cringe.<br><br>"Come on, you three," Chelsea said to the others as she padded barefoot towards the stone stairwell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 01:57:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;Her jaw nearly dropped to the ground at the realization that she'd be walking up the stairs completely nude. That was simply ridiculous... <br><br>&nbsp;She took one of the brushes and tore it through her dark auburn tresses until they were nice and soft. She liked the feeling of brushing her hair, and thought that she might keep the habit when she went home again. Drying her hair, however, was no simple task. Bending forward so that her hair fell easily over one shoulder, she wrapped the towel around it, squeezing the towel to absorb the moisture before truely towelling it off. <br><br>&nbsp;After she finished drying herself, Anette stood torn between two decisions... she couldn't walk around nude..that was ridiculous. There were many things she would sacrifice, but her dignity wasn't one of them. She'd sacrifice her pride in most things, her looks, worldly good... but dignity was something she'd always had, wether it was the conventional sense of it or not. <br><br>&nbsp;" Why don't we just keep the clean clothes for the next day stored down here then?" she asked, her voice full of the discomfort she felt. She didn't like the idea of walking up there nude...not at all... " Or if we brought the towels back down afterwards... I... it's disgusting to expect us to walk upstairs nude..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 11:50:22</strong>
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				Chelsea laughed hard even as she walked towards the stairs, her athletic body moving sleekly as she padded across the stone floor.&nbsp; "You had better get used to the feel of being nude, Anette," the tall girl told her.&nbsp; "Because you're going to find yourself nude more often than not while living here."&nbsp; She stopped at the base of the stairs and looked back at the other three.&nbsp; Lucia and Aeris were already moving, they not appearing to be too bothered with their nudity, either.<br><br>"Then again," Chelsea said, still chuckling, "Master tends to favor a little resistance, doesn't he Lucia?"<br><br>Lucia stumbled a bit as Chelsea commented to her, and she blushed fiercely as her eyes locked on the ground.&nbsp; She appeared almost meek as she fell in behind the tall girl, hands folded in front of her waist.<br><br>"You'd best come on, Anette," Chelsea said as she started up the stairs.&nbsp; "Unless you'd like Mistress Iselda to come looking for you.&nbsp; You're tiny, but I'm sure there are some restraints that will fit you just fine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:15:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anette's eyes widened as the girl laughed, her words sending a shiver down her spine. She didn't know exactly what the girl meant when she spoke of the master, but she had the feeling she didn't want to know. The man already made her nervous...and she hadn't even seen his face yet. <br><br>&nbsp;Chelsea's words shocked her even more than her laughter... how the girl could possibly find that amusing was beyond her...then again, she was glad she'd been warned. <br><br>&nbsp;Poor Lucia seemed extremely embarrassed, and Anette couldn't blame her... it was actually fairly cruel to refer to someone's embarrassment with such ease. Things like that were likely seen as normal here, though... It occurred to her that there had to have been quite a few girls over this time that had resisted...after all, this wasn't the normal sort of ordeal. <br><br>&nbsp;Anette frowned sullenly as she moved towards the stairs, leaving her towel and clothing behind her. She had to try to do as she was supposed to...she knew that... but she could feel her nature working against her goal. Keeping her head down may not be as easy as she had hoped... that could cause a problem.<br><br>&nbsp;"That's just sick..." she muttered, not really trying not to be heard. This was her last chance before they left the bath house to say something that was truly like herself, and she just had to do it. Just the thought of those restraints sent a chill down her spine. No matter what she had to call this man, no matter how she had to act to him, noone who would do that to another was worthy of the title 'Master' from anyone, in her opinion. Noone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 12:23:48</strong>
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				The four moved quickly up the cold stone stairs, their bare feet padding quietly as they rose out of the steamfilled baths and into the back hallway of the servants' quarters.&nbsp; There were people moving around here, but to Anette's surprise none of them seemed to take the least notice in the four girls, excepting an older man dressed in greens and browns who gave each of them a nod as they passed.&nbsp; The embarrassment at his eyes on her sent a furious blush over Anette's cheeks and throat, and it drove her steps to keep directly behind Lucia as they made it to a narrow hallway lined with plain wooden doors.<br><br>"This is our room," Lucia said to Anette as she turned left, opening one of the doors and passing through.&nbsp; Anette followed quickly, the flush still plain on her cheeks and throat.&nbsp; Lucia was still bright with color as well, from the embarrassment of Chelsea's pointed commentary.<br><br>The room was tiny, perhaps eight feet wide and ten feet deep, and it was flanked on both sides by simple yet sturdy narrow single beds.&nbsp; At the end of each bed was a chest of drawers that stood perhaps three feet high.&nbsp; On the left chest was stacked a number of uniforms just like the ones she'd been made to wear after getting out of her initial bath.<br><br>"We'd better get dressed," Lucia said as she hurried to the other chest.&nbsp; "Evening meal comes quickly, and we will have much to do before we can rest."&nbsp; With that, she pulled open the chest and began fishing out similar clothing, pulling on her outfit quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 365 Days of Servitude (Dreamweaver &amp; Xaliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dani</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 15:35:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;Despite her awkwardness at being nude, Anette's movements still had that boyish hint to them, though it couldn't quite be placed. While the other girls moved with easy grace, she found she had to work to move after them, her step providing a little more bounce than theirs did. <br><br>&nbsp;The fact that they'd passed the elderly man from the doorway was extremely embarassing for her. Rather more so than simply passing through because he acknowledged each of them. She felt far too exposed and her dislike for the master and the mistress and this entire ordeal grew. <br><br>&nbsp;Glad to get out of the open, she followed Lucia's lead, grabbing her clothing and putting it on quickly. She got through most of it with no problem, but found herself struggling with the lacing... how the other girls managed it with such ease, she couldn't understand, but she knew she had to get it done because if it was left alone the dress was sure to fall forward on her, and she really didn't feel like being exposed again today. <br><br>&nbsp;" Umm...Lucia..." she was always awkward when initiating conversation, and this one was especially so.. " What did you do that made him so angry that he made you wear... that... umm... thing."
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