The Rich Girl
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				Title: <strong>The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 06:47:52</strong>
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				"Number Forty-Two, wake up." a sharp female voice said, it was madame Donahue the owner of the city's slave market. She was a severe angular features and a gray-streaked, red bun. She was wearing her usual business suit and heels. Number Forty-Two rubbed his short copper colored hair, he had been taking his afternoon nap. That was his life. Wake up, eat, workout, sleep, display, dinner, bath, bed. That had been his routine for the past eighteen years. Now he was nineteen and done with his education. Now he was a prime prospect for the hundreds of women that shopped for their slaves each day. <br><br>At one time the rarity of men probably made them more important but with the discovery of artificial pregnancy men slipped quickly into the slave luxury class. He saw a few of his friends as he stood up. Numbers Twelve and Twenty-Two. No slave had a name, that was reserved for the owner, much like a dog...<br><br>He wore no shoes just simple black slacks and a black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. He had a simple black leather collar with the market's insignia. He straightened his hair and clothes stretching his muscles. "I want you on standing display today." the madame said checking a clipboard. Forty-Two stifled a groan, "Yes madame." he said though his English was perfect the mellow tone of an Irish accent was clearly present.<br><br>He walked across the lobby of the market. A contemporary place with black leather furniture, menus, bars, female assistants, and of course, slaves on display. He looked out and surveyed the women. He didn't know what to think of women. It was what he was reared for, to serve a woman, one woman...<br>Forty-Two rubbed his eye gently, with a refined air, like he'd been trained. He stood on the platform chained to a pole standing alert and appetizingly; waiting for God knows what. He gave a smirk. Some pimply blue-veined girl with mousy hair and listless eyes. He quickly changed the smirk to a practiced smile so he didn't get hit by the madame, who stood at the podium waiting for customers.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 17:31:11</strong>
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				Finally today was the day. She had been marking off the days on her calendar until she could get her new boy toy. Preferably, a new man toy because boy toys were last year and out of style as far as she read about. Man toys were better, more efficient and from what she heard from the other owners more aggressive in the bedroom. Now that she had no care about since she was not experience in that area. In fact, Calista had kept herself most of the time virginal while her mother could be considered a raging hornydog though she never told her mother that. If she did, she doubted her mother would have given her the blank check with her name on it to give to Calista to buy the man toy of her dreams. Better to keep her mouth shut about what her mother exactly do with the revolving door of man toys and get back to her errand of picking out her very own man toy.<br><br>At eighteen, it was now time for Calista to have her own male slave but she usually called them man toys. A lot better to call them that and remember how hard it had been to change the view of men and women in society. Before it was the woman made for the man's pleasure and every whim, making it hard for woman to move herself in society. When she read through the history books of a female bound by the male's in her family unless she married another man who would own her life as well, Cali had been sickened to the core. When the war came of the genders and in the end the females had the more backing and males were considered the inferior race, the female population worked fast in making use of the defeated males. Here the defeated males were on display in the city's slave market. Each one of these men were either born into the male slavery or broken down to be submissive. <br><br>Calista never asked about her own father, assuming he had been a former man toy before her mother sold him off for a new one. Matters of father/daughter relationships were never brought up in the presence of her mother. Cali had been content knowing at least she had been born as a female and not a male. By the rules of society if a child was born out of a man toy and female union, if the child was a male it was put up into male slavery. A female, well, here she was with the other hundreds of females picking out her new male slave rather than being the one on the auction block. Everyday the city's slave avenue was filled to full capacity of women eyeing their next man toy or contemplating one to be given as a gift. Even man toys were subject to envious and competitous looks. Whoever had the best man toy in the neighborhood had a better quality of life, more invitations to compete in tournaments. Male slave tournaments were held every six months to see if the man toy would do his owner proud in physical, mental and at times psychological events. Failure was not an option and from what Cali had seen when a few of the male slaves lost, right away they were thrown back into the slave system or even executed for less than worthy "slaveness" as one female stated.<br><br>"Come! Look at this fine specimen. He can cook, clean and read you a story in bed, ladies!," called out a female auctioneer as she tugged on a petite, feminized male towards the crowd. Each stand had their own set of slaves, different types of males to choose from. One stand sold feminized males or homosexuals to put it plainly. Usually she noticed the older and mature females bought them for companionship and as a shopping buddy more than a beefcake status. Another stall sold American breeds, a few sold European, even a few sold young boys. The young boys were not for her because she rather have an older man toy than a little pipsqueak she might have to break in. Calista had no problem breaking them in but it was less of a fuss if she bought one with all the added bonuses of being bred to a female's wants and needs. Wants and needs something that made her blush in slight embarassment.<br><br>There was a roar of cheers coming from one section of the market bringing her attention from a demure-looking boy slave towards the end of the market. At the far end she heard of a auctioneer who went by the name of Madame Donahue. From what she heard of other female owners, Madame Donahue was the best in the slave selling business. She made sure her slaves were top notch and be above the high standard she placed against them. Cali remembered meeting a woman of her mother's age who owned a Donahue slave and she was impressed with the manners of the slave. The slave, she could not remember his name for it had been a while could easily cook a five course meal while he sung in Italian to keep his female owner content with having to wait for dinner. Food had been heavenly and the comments made on the durability and high quality of the male slaves, Calista hoped to find herself a Donahue man toy.<br><br>She made her way through the crowd, having to elbow and press her Mary-Jane pump into a few female's feet to get them to give her leeway in the crowd. Right now, she was on a mission to own a Madame Donahue slave and no one was going to stop her. Cuban and Columbian descent (her mother had informed her of her father's nationality), Calista endured even racial discrimination from other women based off of her looks. She knew what she looked like and though she was not a supermodel blonde bimbo, she had curves to her. The kind of curves women went to female plastic surgeons and went to gyms to tone and suck out of. Chocolate brown eyes watched the parade of Madame Donahue past. She managed to miss the first fourty slaves who were already bought and being sent or given over to their new female owners. "Great, hopefully I do not get the worst of the bunch," she muttered beneath her breath.<br><br>Male Fourty-One was not to her liking. She adored European man toys but if the male came a country in Europe she was not enjoying, she could tell by the look of the face before making a decision. With Male Fourty-One he was from Poland and far too fair-skinned for her liking. He would be a burnt man toy once she brought him back to Miami, Florida her place of residence for the moment. Another gift given to her by Cali's mother was a spacious penthouse on the 15th floor as a high school graduation/going to college gift. She had three months to get to have her man toy around before she decided whether or not to bring him to college in Barcelona, Spain. She wondered if she would grow bored of the first slave before dumping him and finding one in Spanish. Spanish men made her blood warm and with the slight difference in how Spanish was said to one another, communication would not be a problem.<br><br>"Rawr, look at this hot piece of ass," a mousy, pimply-faced female commented as she glanced over to Calista for an agreement to her comment. Calista had been busy in her thoughts she had not listened as Fourty-One was sold off and Fourty-Two was brought. Lifting her eyes from the ground up towards the stage, she whistled. The little mousy female was correct in her assumption of this new man toy on display. Mmm, he was from Europe, no one in Miami unless of latin descent had a tan that natural unless it came out of a bottle or hours spent in a tanning salon. Wearing black slacks, black dress shirt, leather collar around his neck and nothing else, Calista became more impressed with Madame Donahue's stall of men. His hair which caught the glint of sunlight coming through the dusting of clouds made her break down where he might have come from. A dull copper, varying shades made up the copper and by the way he stood, he could have been a warrior in the male/female wars, wearing a suit of armor and a mace in one hand while riding a horse between his legs. She had to have him. "100,000 dollars!," came the first bid from the little mousy twit, Calista amended, turning to glare at her. No one was going to take what was hers, no one. Raising her hand and shouting as loud as she could she called out her bid of one million dollars, ten times more than the first bid. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 18:09:56</strong>
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				"Ladies!" Madame said, "I encourage you all to wait! Don't you want to know what you're buying. This is Donahue tradition, patience." the twit blushed fiercely, "Though I do appreciate the enthusiasm." she turned to the monitor behind her, it had information and lot numbers as well as a larger picture of Forty-Two.<br><br>"Forty two," the madam began, "Is the prime of Donahue Markets. He was started at the age of three and speaks Latin, Greek, French, and Spanish." he pointed out some things on the monitor, "He is of Irish decent," she cued him and he obeyed with a, "Hello ladies." Madame went on. "He had three percent body fat, one hundred and ninety-five pounds, and six foot." the monitor displayed some clips of him in training and at sports. It also displayed his most intimate of measurements which brought a collective gasp. Such acts were severely frowned upon but not really stopped. It was all sensationalism. "He holds track and field records and two black belts in kung fu and isshyn-ryu." the madame knew how to build it up, she'd been doing this for forty years and Fourty-Two was her pet project, her retirement. "He cooks Japanese, Chinese, Mexican, Italian, German, and French. He can play the violin, and piano, and some jazz saxophone. He is also a masseuse and you know those don't come cheap, but you don't come to Donahue for cheap!" <br><br>The madam put a gilded folder on the podium's glass top and the papers appeared on-screen. "He is fully accounted for, high pedigree, no broken bones, completely whole. And ladies..." she whispered, "He's a virgin."<br>Not that it really mattered sex was one thing you weren't allowed to teach and it was strictly enforced, and all raised men were virgins; still it drummed up the crowd. <br><br>Forty-Two wasn't really paying attention, this was his first time at auction and he'd only ever been on do-not-touch display for window shoppers. Still surprisingly he wasn't focused, not really. There were rules. You never looked a woman in the eye, but you couldn't look up that showed insubordination. Down and to the side was out because that showed bashfulness and though not rude wasn't a real seller in the Donahue market. You couldn't look down, poor posture, and looking at the intimate parts of a woman would get you beaten, so Forty-Two learned to stare at the midriff. Just above the navel and below the sternum. This had developed in him a small like of navels, oh he hated it when girls had belly-button rings. <br><br>Right now he was focused on the surprisingly dark, and taunt midriff of a girl not much younger than him standing beside the mousy woman who made him cringe with her high bet, on the inside at least. Donahue went on. "Gold, double-standard man here ladies, and he comes with a five year guarantee!"<br>There was whispering, no one ever offered that kind of thing with men, women could just sometimes get bored. <br>"That's right if you're not satisfied at all, send him back and get a full refund of your purchase price. So lets open the bid at seventy-five thousand dollars American ladies. A steal!"<br><br>Paddles and screams went up from the crowd, Forty-Two gave his practiced smile, and took a sitting pose, he would change it as betting went on, "Do I hear one hundred twenty-five thousand?" Donahue asked in her auctioneer voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 19:20:15</strong>
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				At this moment, Madame Donahue could kiss her ass because Calista wanted Fourty-Two and she was determined to have him. Still, she could wait and listen to the spiel before making her bid. Her mother might call her impulsive but when her mother went through man toys like tissue, she really had no say in Calista's choice for her first male slave. Her mother was merely providing the blank check to pay for Cali's male slave and the penthouse. Other than that it was a rare thing to see her mother hanging around Calista unless it was to borrow clothing or even her makeup when she wanted to make herself radiant for a night with her male slaves. For now, she let her attention taken in by the presentation of what Fourty-Two had to offer to her. No matter, she would test him out and if he failed, send his ass packing.<br><br>Age of three? Hmm, usually the boys were started on their path to servitude as soon as one popped out of a female's womb. The babies were taught to not cry as much not to pout or whine. If a male baby started to fuss or complain it was placed in time out for a good few hours, ignored by the caretakers to build up the notion that no one would help a male who could not help himself. A bit too much in her opinion but from the rate of how many male slaves were sold each day in the thousands, the training obviously worked. With Fourty-Two trained in Latin, Greek, French and Spanish, Calista would use that to her advantage when it came to picking out the right language class. She had a choice of Spanish, French and Italian where she knew Spanish and Italian appealed to her and he could still show her a few sentences to get by in French whenever she wanted to head there to shop.<br><br>"Irish descent, you do not say," she muttered beneath her breath as she let her eyes glance over his figure again. That was why she imagined him riding a horse in armor into battle, the male slave held an aura of being able to take on the world with his sword and horse to guide him. Another plus in the box of possibilities to owning Fourty-Two. Her attention went back to the monitor and she head the mousy female groan in what she assumed was pleasure as the two of them took in Fourty-Two working out and as the display of his lower body came into place, both females blushed. Calista looked away and towards Fourty Two to try and even imagine him with that sort of organ between his legs. He must have to get his slacks tailored to accomodate that monster size and the thought of it coming near any orifice of her brought a slight wince and shiver down her spine. No need to get to know that part of him, she figured glancing away from the line of his crotch towards Madame Donahue.<br><br>Madame Donahue was outdoing even herself with annoucing the variety of dishes Fourty-Two could prepare for the owner who would take him. Calista enjoyed cooking but she ordered out most of the time to keep the sink from being loaded with dishes. There was no instruments about in her house other than her Ipod stereo which cranked out a genre of music from its speakers but she could adjust it by having a baby grand piano delivered to her penthouse in case she wanted to hear Fur Elise played the right way on a piano. A good thing to hear the male was not broken of his body but to hear he was not broken in sexually brought another flush to her cheeks. Sex was not permitted to be taught to slaves as far as she heard. She guessed it was better that way to accomodate and experiment what a female owner desired in the bedroom with a man toy. Lord only knew what her own mother put her former man toys through before getting rid of them before six months had even gone by. Cali was even more suprised her mother still had the stamina to keep going with her twentieth man toy. There should be some sort of limit as to how many man toys to burn through before placed on a resting period. Not for her mother but for the future man toys who would go through a burn out with her.<br><br>Would that be her someday, Cali thought to herself. Would she put like her mother in burning through wads of man toys and never at least keeping one around for long? For now she worried about the fact that her first choice was going to be put on the auctioning block soon enough. No matter what, she would bid higher than all of the other buyers. Her mother had spent a huge amount of money on the many toys. One receipt for a young stud male slave had been 1.2 million dollars, a large sum since it had been during the nineties when she bought the male. The male had been around a good year, longer than the ones she went through now, making her wonder if the male slave had been her father and what reason for getting rid of him before the year was up. She had been born in the start of the nineties and vaguely remembered a tanned slave caring for her before one day he disappeared and another male slave took his place. <br><br>At least Madame Donahue offered back a five-year money back guarantee though with how females usually traded in their male slaves, Cali betted she would bring him back in a year or so. Less if he was not giving her what she had paid for. God, even those words sounded as if she was buying a man whore for the night which could be bought in the seediest parts of town. That side of town she stayed away from not because of the men but how the men went without condoms in the bedroom. Disease was still in the world and no female wanted to contract anything from a dirty male no matter what but there were females who felt going without a condom was the best pleasure to be had. Calista would not know since she never went much out of first base with one of mother's slaves when she was away on business trips.<br><br>"500,000 dollars, another 500,000 dollars added on if the auction stops and I can take this one home," she shouted out over the crowd, the females stopping to glare and ask where she would have that kind of money. Most would know her mother had a large fortune from the business deals she made with other female-owned companies. Her mother was a designer of haute couture and had an eye for selling antiques as well. While her mother might embody Coco Chanel, Calista embodied chic bohemian knowing when to dress up such as this event and when to dress to impress. Wearing a bohemian white top, hip hugger jeans, mary-jane heels and her hair up in a french braid, she waited to see if anyone else would try to outbid her. No matter the amount of dollars she would keep bidding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 20:01:09</strong>
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				Madam Donahue lost her stride when she heard one million dollars, it was rare to have a slave sell for that. Only the best of the best got that much dough behind their pedigree. "U-um..." she thought for a moment. "I'm sorry did you say one million dollars?" that was the rich of the rich. Mostly her slaves sold around six hundred thousand, and she only wanted eight from Forty-Two. "One million going once, twice, s-sold to the young lady in the white top." Donahue punctuated with the bang of the gavel. "If you will step inside we can finalize the paperwork, miss." she said unhooking Forty-Two and letting him walk inside. Another auctioneer took her place, "Next item number 89..." <br><br>Forty-Two stood in the modern, air-conditioned office as the two women talked. Donahue slid the folder and certificates across showing her where to sign. The madam took the check and authorized it on the spot. "Oh Ms. Calista I didn't recognize you." she said, "Buying for your mother or for yourself?" it was a casual comment not one that needed any real reply. Ink was pressed to paper and now it was all official Calista owned number Forty-Two. "There is the matter of naming him for the official record. What should I put down?" Slaves only had what was commonly referred to as the pet name. Just one name. No surname. <br><br>The former Forty-Two was really thinking about his situation. No more routine days, no more living in his little dorm with all the other slaves. Now it was him and his mistress. He was hers to do with as she pleased, more or less. Slaves did have the right to not be treated cruelly. He had to be fed and watered. Again much like a dog. It struck him that he didn't even know what a million dollars was worth. Slaves weren't taught money, they didn't need to know that. It could have been worse he supposed. He could have gone to a ugly girl with pasty skin. She was a pretty young thing, with tanned skin and supple curves. He could tell that much from her midriff. <br><br>While he waited he reminded himself of proper manners. Owner was Mistress or Lady, any family woman was madame, and any woman was Ms., or ma'am. Do everything you mistress asks as long as it doesn't harm another woman or her property, or places himself in violation of the slave laws. Only do what your mistress asks of you. No one else. That was about it. Simple. He would be taken to her house or her mother's house. He expected to be shown off almost immediately. That was the way it was.<br><br>The passing of the chain was what brought him out of his thoughts. "Would&nbsp; you care to buy him a new leash and collar before you go? Some new clothing? We carry as you're well aware." Donahue informed, "Please take note that death of the slave or unintentional damage do not constitute a refund only dissatisfaction." And she didn't mean in bed. There was no way to legally enforce that. Calista would have to work those problems out on her own or find something else to complain about. <br><br>Forty-Two looked at his new mistress, it was a small reward. He liked what he saw... soft brown eyes, maybe a little cunning but not like some of the icy stares he saw from the women in mink coats and diamonds. He didn't say a thing he just stood on the other end of the leash. He was not to speak unless spoken to, or by express permission from Lady. He couldn't fight back the feeling of fear, though he'd been bred and reared for this nothing prepared you for it. Now his life was getting considerably more complicated and it scared him. That and he'd seen slaves beaten by the nicest looking women, and not the kind the other men talked about the bedroom play. The bad kind.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 21:16:38</strong>
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				When Calista noticed Madame Donahue pause in auctioning off Fourty-Two, inwardly she smiled to herself. " Yes, one million dollars, Madame Donahue for Fourty-Two," she stated, smiling up at the Madame and eyes flickering over to new man toy. Game. Set. Matched. Perfect since she enjoyed winning at things and winning Fourty-Two was the best thing to give to herself. She would have to show him off to her mother to let her know what her money paid for but after that he was hers to use in whatever manner it would be. For now the use of his sexual organs were of no importance to her as long as he did not hump the furniture or her legs, the rest of his attributes would be put to good use. Hearing he was fit for physical work, Calista had a few things in her penthouse to put up since moving into it a few days ago. Packing had been too much work and finding it fit for her newly acquired male toy, he would be unpacking and putting away her possessions. <br><br>Making her way towards the stairs, she smirked at the women who groaned at their loss of Fourty-Two. She even noticed the mousy female looking like she wanted to bawl her eyes out. Poor thing but it was not meant to be for her but for Calista, she won fair and square. Well, fair and square with her mother's money but fair nonetheless in her world. She talked with Madame Donahue over what was needed for her to finalize the papers. Borrowing her pen, Calista went through the tribulations of the release forms and verifying everything was in order. Smiling at Madame, she replied, "For myself this time though I believe my mother will be coming by in a few weeks to trade in the last one for a new one," she joked as she went back to finalize the transactions by putting in the amount of one million dollars in words and 1,000,000.00 dollars in numerics in the small box in the corner of the check. Once it was handed over, it was over and one with. Fourty-Two now belong to Calista Cruz.<br><br>What to name him? A good question indeed, she mused as she let her eyes linger on his body. Cali wondered what might be the best name to use. A name came to mind and she smiled at the significance behind it and since it was her first man toy, the name would fit. "Put Jacob on the certificate, Madame Donahue," she answered, smiling at her newly named Jacob. <em>The elder would server the younger</em> and that was how it would be. As far as she knew he looked older than her and he would serve a young Cali well. Plus he would be her very own heel grabber and wait on her to let him know what to do in her household. Of course she knew to feed, clean and make sure he was not dying from not having shots taken cared of. A question that rose when she asked Madame if he had all his proper shots as well as tested for any sexually transmitted diseases. "Though he might be a virgin, he could have been born with any diseases, merely taking precautions," she answered as she walked over to inspect her new man toy. <br><br>He was taller than her, her own pixie size of five feet and three inches making her crane her neck to look up at him. Cali had noticed her eyes were not anywhere but on a part of her to keep from being rude, meek or arrogant. Glancing down at where he might be looking at, she smiled at the small skin of stomach she showed off. Smiling, she accepted the leash and tugged on it to let him know that she was now in control of him now. A bit empowering but a bit nerver wracking to try and test to see if this could work out. "Yes, a new collar and leash will work especially if the collar can be engraved with his new name and the information if he ever runs away on the inside of the collar, please," she answered, hoping this little bugger would not try to run or escape from her. The last few her mother had tried to but ended up back with her mother who traded them in or sold them off to purchase an even better model. Clothing was something he needed since she had no male clothing for him at home. Calista's mother usually burned the clothes or gave them away to other less than fortunate females who could not afford more than a few items of clothing for the man toys. Cali ordered for three black slacks, four dress shirts in the colors of dark maroon, black, white and red, two swimming trunks once she took him out on the beach, three white beaters in colors of grey, black and white, to top it off she asked for five pairs of underwear. No need to have this one swinging his meats around in her process in any of the slacks or shorts.<br><br>"If you have the measurements of his slacks and the size of shirts, it would be greatly appreciated then having a seamstress take up more time than necessary," she mused, glancing up and down his body. No reason to see him dressed down in her company. While she might be a little bohemian, her man toy would exude sophistication and handsomeness all around. For now, she informed Madame Donahue she would take Jacob as if until the items were delivered to her penthouse before the end of the day and would have a courier return the used collar and leash. She had a few errands to run after buying her new man toy and wanted to take him out to get used to her routine. Calista had things to do and not about to waste it on having a seamstress check the inside size of Jacob's naked thigh. Plus she had no need to see him naked anytime unless she showed him into her bedroom which as with seeing him naked, not likely to happen anytime. Clicking her tongue, she looked to Jacob, tugging on the leash to get him to move. "Come along, we have a few things to do today, Jacob. Understand you can be replaced if you renegate on being satisfactory," she whispered, silently patting herself on the back for coming up with something to let him know she paid good money for him. Money that could be returned if she bought a lemon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 22:12:24</strong>
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				"Oh he's had all his shots. It's in the file there." Donahue told Calista, "He was from very special breeding stock he was a very special experiment of mine and I hope you like him." it was evident Jacob was now the cutting edge of the market where slaves were concerned, Ms. Cruz had just walked away with the top-of-the-line slave and it would obviously be years before the line hit production. Donahue took down notes and such for the new apparel. "I will also send along his violin and saxophone. It was rare for slaves to own anything but Donahue talked about it like accessories for a doll or action figure. <br><br>Jacob was thinking to himself. Mere things like running over protocol and procedure. He listened idly to the two women talking. Jacob stood proudly it was a good thing he wasn't a total jock or he would have dwarfed his new mistress completely, from where he stood they made a good match. He knew women sometimes chose men like accessories for their outfits and he though he was like that necklace that just seemed to go with everything. "I will have your collar, leash, and clothing ready by three O'clock this afternoon Ms. Cruz." the madam said finalizing the papers. "The measurements are all in our files. Please e-mail or call with any questions."<br><br>Jacob left with his new mistress, Calista Cruz. He wasn't stupid and that was a mistake a lot of women made about their slaves, but he wasn't out to undermine her either. It distressed him to find she was threatening him with returns and the like. This is what he was bread for he learned and worked to be a slave. His training had been more careful and effective than most born-and-bread, or broken wild ones. His mistress didn't have to resort to threats. He didn't let the worry show, he just smiled his practiced smile.<br><br>There was nothing he could do, she hadn't given him permission to speak and that was a big thing in fact he didn't even have permission to look at her, most women were that controlling so he stared at the small of her back where her belly-button would be and kept himself quiet. His though broiled his brain. Maybe she was mean...<br><br>Well that wasn't Jacob's to worry about, he would serve her to her own satisfaction and not anyone else. What wasn't on record was the special three-year training that made him loyal to whoever held his leash, so to speak, and fiercely protective; while being resistant to other women. In the most passive and subservient ways of course. That was part of what made Jacob so special. He was part of Donahue's upcoming "Fidelity Standard" stock.<br><br>In fact, that's why Donahue put a guarantee on it. She was sure that Jacob would work so hard to please his owner that she would never have any qualms with him. Jacob walked three paces behind her, it was a little more tricky than he thought because of his long gait and her short one but he fell in line. He observed that's what she wanted him to do and he hoped he could learn what she wanted him to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 22:56:35</strong>
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				Thanking Madame Donahue, she glanced towards Jacob, wondering what kind of special experiment he would turn out to be. No use not to see what he was made up in the privacy of her penthouse. For now, she would see how he handled menial errands as she went to do her routine. Once he got used to the routes and the places around him, Calista would send him out to run the errands for her. She had a good three months to get herself acquainted to Jacob before she went off to college in Spain and she would have to make a decision whether or not to hand him back to Madame Donahue. <br><br>"Violin and saxophone you do not say. Yes, thank you for all the help Madame Donahue" she murmured as she thought about if she might make him give himself a room in her penthouse. She had four guestrooms and her own master bedroom. Be best to keep him in another room than have him thinking he could sleep naked in her bed. The thought of him naked and beside her in her own bed brought a course of heat flooding through her veins. She knew her mother was known for sleeping with her slaves the moment she had them walk through the door but it felt empty to her. Maybe she still believed in the all mushy love crap but could there be some sort of bond with anyone without the need to dominate? Of course she kept those ideas to herself or face the wrath of her mother and the community for questioning the male/female rules. <br><br>Her mother made it look easier in handling a new slave, Calista mused as she walked through the streets with her new man toy in tow. With her mother everything was a simple breeze of merely snapping her finger and the man toy knowing her wish before she even voiced it. Sometimes she even wondered if her mother was a witch for how easily she managed to find herself with younger and virile men. Even at her age of hitting thirty-five, her mother was a stunner and wondered if this man toy would notice her mother's figure. Both women held the pixie stature but while Cali was a bit on the doughy in her hips and thighs, her mother was a piece of work. Well, the work done to her face and body by elite plastic surgeons had nipped, tucked, sucked and injected her to make her look like a Cuban Barbie. Whenever her mother came out of her monthly botox injection and her face was a stone, Cali took the opportunity to make any excuse to get her mother to be forced to use her facial muscles. What a laugh riot it became to see her mother's face stuck in one facial expression as she tried her best to showcase anger, frustration, laughter, anything and everything for the few days the botox took away her facial control.<br><br>Now with her new man toy walking behind her, she wondered if she might have the same ability to get him to do what she wanted without being asked. It was worth a short she told herself. Plus she could feel his eyes on her back making her stomach flip flops a few times in her stomach. Her mother might be great at getting her man toys to do things without saying a word but sleeping was not on her agenda with Jacob. He was her first man toy and not about to muck it up with bonking his brains out. Sex was overrated as far she had seen with her mother when she openly forgot to shut her bedroom door. <br><br>Various times Cali had walked in on her mother in the middle of a tryst with one of her man toys. Cali never asked why one of the man toys wore a saddle on his back or a briddle and not even with her mom holding a riding crop in one hand and what looked to be an apple in the other. There were merely things that mothers and daughters should never share with one another and that had been one time. Sexual acts of that nature made her nervous and shy about why people were that open with sexuality. Yes, sexuality was fine but it was not the be all and end all of life. There was more to life than sex, sex, and more sex. With Jacob, she would show her mother and her friends that a male slave was fine in other ways than how he was in the bedroom.<br><br>Stopping at the corner before the marketplace ended and the rest of the city began, Calista asked Jacob if he knew about directions. "This will come in handy if I have trouble with the GPS system in my car and need you to tell me where we are going," she replied, not noticing the fact she did not mention he would be driving. Driving was a habit of hers she enjoyed even with the male slaves her mother owned before she moved into her penthouse. Cali disliked how mechanical the male slaves were when they drove her and she decided to make them switch places with her. At least the male slaves were useful in holding the map and letting her know if the pair were close to the destination or not. It unnerved a few of the man toys because of the fear of being returned by Cali's mother if she found out Cali had not been driven around by the man toy. That she kept a secret with the former man toys but with Jacob she would let him know she had no trouble in driving her Jeep herself. If Jacob knew left from right better when she sent him on quick errands to grab things for while she was busy with handling other important matters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 23:25:24</strong>
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				Jacob was glad she had spoken to him that gave him a little loophole to work with. "Yes I know how to use a map and compass, as well as some basic hiking skills." he said in a very natural mellow tone, and he didn't forget to add, "Lady Cruz." on the end, most people reserved mistress for more intimate settings, not always the bedroom but at home when relaxing. He went back to staring at where he walked and her back. He didn't know what else to do he answered his question, thinking about it he had to add, "I do not have a driver's permit and cannot operate a motor vehicle. <br><br>The starch was evident in her new toy. That was the problem with all the knew slaves they were a little too by-the-book. That would soften as she gave him orders and he got a grasp on where he stood. He wondered why she was so staunch and serious, he saw her birth date on the paperwork and she was only a year younger than he was, he felt he'd had more fun in his life than she had in her own. However, his wasn't to question. He wanted to obey to please. <br><br>It seemed to him she just didn't like him and that made him a little crestfallen. He was pleased with himself of course that only came from the fact that he could do what he was raised to do and to see her not enjoying herself already that made his bred-in inferiority complex kick in. Maybe she had starch too he wondered. Maybe she was just working too hard to be a good mistress? If you had to have good slaves there had to be good mistresses too. That made sense and he appeased his own emotion.<br><br>From what he understood the young girls couldn't usually contain their own excitement they had to call their friends and parents, dress their slave up, or down once or twice and make him stretch or go swimming so they could watch him. Of course, they were only a few blocks from the market maybe she was actually brimming with excitement. What did he know? He was just there to look good and take orders and make sure she was happy. He could do that. Why was he worrying?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 00:28:00</strong>
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				Calista was surprised to hear a bit of a Irish lilt in his voice and it brought another shiver to her spine. Anymore shivering and she would start to wonder if there was something physically wrong with her in doing so. "Glad to hear about the map since I want you to get used to the city of Miami and the places I venture to, especially the penthouse," she answered, waiting on the corner for something. A few minutes later it arrived by valet stepping out of her Two-door four passenger seat Mini Cooper Convertible. Since she was a pixie stature and had no love for bigger cars, Calista went for the amusing of a Mini Cooper. It had the body paint job called Chili Red Powder and the top could go up and down which in Miami with the sun beating down or warming someone it was a good thing to have installed in the car. With the top going down it should give Jacob head and leg room once she showed him where the button on the side of the seat was to push it backwards or forwards. <br><br>"Hmm, we are going to have to get you lessons but really it does not matter if you learn to drive or not. Usually I drive and you will be giving me the directions," she amended, stepping to the driver's side of the car and nodding for him to get into the passenger. Opening and closing the door, she settled into the driver's seat handing the valet a twenty-five dollar bill and a fifteen dollar tip for his aid. The male valet slave nodded his thanks knowing the money would go to his Mistress but a bit to buying him his new clothes. She wondered if all male slaves were expected to be lions in the bedrooms as her mother liked to put it. Cali did not expect for Jacob to try anything sexual nor even ask if she needed anything sexual. If the way the held herself and the body language she gave off was any indiction of her disinterest in his sexual organs then by letting him know vocally might make Jacob relax a little around her. The way he held himself, she could put a piece of coal up his ass and a few minutes later receive diamonds in her open palm.<br><br>Turning over to smile at him, she let him know sex was not on the table between them. At all. Calista informed Jacob her need for sexual companionship was not one she would want or ask of him for a while if ever at that. "Sex is just not that appealing to me, not to say you are horrible looking or anything but sex with any male in general holds no appeal for me. Never. Ever," she stated with a finality as she turned back to turn over the car. Turning on her turn signal, she looked both way before pulling away from the curb and placing the car into the line of several others cars on their way to complete the errands. Hopefully Jacob would relax a bit in knowing he was not going to be forced or ordered to perform in the bedroom. Maybe it would even relieve his mind that he could put more effort in running her household and her agenda than running her rampant around the bed. Either way to Cali it was a good relief to get it out in the open.<br><br>Growling at someone honking at her, she gave them the finger, frowning. "Damn road rage is going to get someone in an accident," she muttered, huffing at the male trying to get his BMW in between two other cars. Glancing over to Jacob she asked him to get out the road map and her agenda book from the glove compartment, pointing it out to him. Once he brought out the road map, she would ask him to locate Silver Penthouse where she lived that may get to know the area around it and to look through her agenda for January 6 to see what her errands where and if there was a time for each of the errands. If she remembered correctly, she had an appointment to meet with her mother first for tea and scones. She wondered how her mother would react to Jacob and even become envious of Cali owning an Irish male slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 01:05:06</strong>
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				Jacob listened to her and nodded, he really didn't feel he should say anything and it didn't require anything beyond a yes or a no so he did as he was asked. Once in the car he quickly followed her example. He'd never ridden in a car in his entire life. It, after all, had been very basic up till this point. He looked at the male valet with contempt. He was trained too, this was his mistress and he was going to see to all her needs and whims not some two-bit slave in a red jacket. <br><br>When she went into the tirade about sex Jacob was more confused. Sure he was nineteen and had all the mental faculties for his age but sex wasn't part of the curriculum. Of course, he had heard rumors from the older man slaves about what their mistresses did in the bedroom but Madame Donahue had expressly kept him away from as much social contact as possible. This helped feed his attachment to his lady. Making him more dependent. All Jacob knew was they were games played in a bedroom with the door shut, and they involved a lot of moving and sweat and screams. Jacob was good at games, especially chess. He beat the computer many a time in his free time. Not that he ever played anyone else...<br><br>All his thinking led him to feel very sad, he'd not got to do a lot of things other slaves had. Madam Donahue had not let him participate in group games, or go swimming with others in the summer, or even attend one movie night all throughout his life. He spent all his free time studying, or working out, or playing chess... he thought this at least is what it all was for, and he had to remind himself that again this was only the car ride home, and it did seem to Jacob that she was saying they would be having sex games to assure herself as much as him. <br><br>Anyways, he was glad to get out the map and planner. He located the penthouse and thumbed to January sixth, "You do have afternoon tea with Madam Cruz." he informed, he also found her address on the map, "Forgive me Lady, but you missed your right." he said as the turnoff rolled past them. "I'm sorry..." he muttered. What a great slave he was turning out to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 01:50:02</strong>
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				As she drove, Calista made a list of items to put Jacob through. Since he was trained in cooking, she would ask her mother if it were alright if Jacob could join her mother's flavor of the month slave in the kitchen to help prepare. Jacob would be of no use to her while her mother and her talked and drank tea. He would be a living statue waiting on her to give him orders. Better to have him do something than idling his time standing behind her. Even now it was a surprise to see him curious about the car wondering if Madame Donahue took matters to far to make sure every slave she sold was one who could not do anything but entertain a female. An image popped up of Jacob wearing merely short shorts and offering her a fruity drink in cowboy boots. The image was funny enough to warrant a laugh from her as she waited for the red light to turn green. <br><br>She turned on the radio, changing it to her favorite rock and pop station. "Oooh, good song," she whispered as she sung along to the tunes of a band called HIM a favorite of hers. Calista might be of upper-upper class but she enjoyed a few rocks shows when she was younger. Snuck out to a few of them and managed to sneak back before her mother realized she had disappeared. That and Cali made sure her mother's male slaves were keeping her busy in the bedroom before sneaking out of the house. At least that was one good thing that came out of her mother bonking the slave's brains out when she wanted to do things on her own. Even now she hoped to be more independant from her mother and by having a male toy around, Calista hoped her mother would relax a little in knowing her only child was safe on her own. With Jacob coming to the tea, it would allay her mother's concerns and maybe even peak her interest in wanting to trade male toys. That thought was a bit uncomfortable.<br><br>"Alright, what time is the tea? I think it should not be for another half hour or so," she muttered, glancing where she had missed the turn. She always missed that damn turn when she went to see her mother. It was natural thing for her to do that and she had to let Jacob know he was not in the wrong for letting her know that. "Happens to me everytime, Jacob." Cali frowned at the tone of his words. Sounded as if it had been an epic failure for him not to let her know about missing the turn to get to her mother's house. What had he been put to in the training that one small thing that happened to her every time was a major disaster to him? Calista wondered if he would be able to handle her lifestyle since she mostly did a few things here and there. In fact, she wanted to learn more about him to see if he could be around her without feeling as if he was doing the wrong thing. She even knew it was an error and trial since she was his first Mistress and he was her first male toy. Of course mistakes would be made but mistake were learned from and life went on. Though Jacob had several language and cooking abilities under his belt, if he was not able to handle a bit of failure or the change to fail and learn from it, Calista wondered if he could handle her lifestyle.<br><br>Reaching over, she patted his thigh to get him to calm down and not freak out about the exit. "Tell me about the social interaction you did while under Madame Donahue's training. This is Miami, Florida a place where socialization is considered a big thing and where every other day there is some event to go to. I am going to school in three months but for now I work as a party organizer. Do you know what parties are?," she questioned, looking over to him as she made a legal u-turn to take them back to make the exit. While Calista might be a little pixie, she had acquired a job a party organizer for three important Miami nightclubs. She worked for Heat Night Club, Shower Bar &amp; Club and Pasion Club where she organized nightly events to be had at the various clubs. If a holiday came up, she had a theme to work for it, booked musicians, even a few dancers to move on the bar tops or swing from the walls and ceiling. All of these things she had to do the minute she found out a crowd of people booked the party or to bring in more revenue. Since it was the summer, Calista had to book three muscians in the next two days and have a theme for each club that was separate and made it its own without making it look like she was sloppy and used the same ideas on every club.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 02:24:36</strong>
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				Jacob exhaled, it wasn't like he was a robot but this was his first and hopefully his last mistress. He was defaulting to what was his equivalent to standard operating procedure. However, it didn't help that she had first made it clear that dissatisfaction would result in his return. He didn't want to return. At the market all his mistakes had been quickly and brutally rectified. A smack with a ruler here a pop there. Mistakes weren't easy learning experiences. <br><br>"We have twenty five minutes before your mother expects you for tea..." he said when she asked, "Give or take five for fashionable lateness." he could socialize just in the way slaves did. He would pour their champagne or light there cigar, telling them they were pre-Castro or a nice red from forty-seven. He could mix drinks and tell witty jokes. He wasn't meant to converse or rub shoulders, he was meant to be shown off and dressed up. He could juggle and recite Tennyson or even Nash if the occasion called for it. He was a slave, he took orders and preformed. What more could mistress want?<br><br>He was supposed to look cute and be witty. "I can be very sociable Lady Cruz," he informed hoping she was thinking along the lines of his current thoughts. The real problem in their relationship was that there were no guidelines for him to follow, no set routine, no expectations. He was like even the classiest of digital video recorders you at least had to have a routine or something. It wasn't that he was a robot devoid of his own personality quirks or wants, or needs. He was confused and when he was confused he didn't know what to do. So he just looked out the passenger side window of the cooper at the sidewalk. He found himself closing his eyes when another woman came by, especially if they wore a swimsuit, and doubly so if the shared and resemblance to his mistress.<br><br>Finally unable to stand the confusion anymore he opened his mouth to speak, closed it again, rubbed his copper hair, and blinked his eyes before actually speaking. "Lady Cruz, what are we going to do..." he let it trail off. By all his reckoning he shouldn't have spoken he turned his eyes back to the sidewalk with all it's people. <br>He did find it exciting being out in the real world exciting and scary..<br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 02:45:38</strong>
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				Thanking him for letting her know how much time before she was needed at the tea, Calista managed to make the exit and head down the long street where at the end her mother resided. Before going to her mother's she wanted to stop by the local flower shop to buy a vase of white roses for her mother and even a teddy bear which Jacob would hand over to her when the pair walked through her mother's door. A good thing too since Jacob had to be introduced in some way to her mother and introducing himself with a gift would surely put him on her mother's good side. "Stopping a shop to pick up some gifts. Helps if you give her gifts because it puts her in a better mood. She went through her last male slave a few weeks ago and has a new little stud who can cook to. You will help out in the kitchen," she commented as she parked her Cooper into a parking spot in front of the flower shop. <br><br>Shutting the car off, she unbuckled and turned in her seat to look at Jacob. He needed to learn a few things about how she dealt with socialization. Socializing was a past time of hers because she lived in a world where socializing and networking was a make or break deal in her life. It was how she managed to get herself accepted into the prestigious private university in Barcelon. There in Barcelona, she would rent out a loft for her to live in while she studied business management and worked as a publicist for a nightclub organization. Being able to socialize was a big part of her life and if Jacob was meek about it then maybe she was doing something wrong. She was a new Mistress herself and tried her best to get him to see that she was not going to beat him to bits nor order him about in Hitler style. All she wanted was to have him blend in well with her lifestyle and even manage it while she took care of other things. Was that so hard to do?<br><br>To hear him say he was sociable yet get nervous when a small mistake on her part happened made her guess he was not that used to socializing unless it was with Madame Donahue or the other slaves. "If you are sociable then I am going to make you also my assistant in getting parties organized. You are going to be in charge of calling up people, hopefully you know how to work a phone line. Looking up things on the internet, again hopefull you know what the internet or a computer is. If and when I do attend any of the parties at the clubs, you will be sort of like a bodyguard to make sure no one tries to harass or talk to me if I am busy with something else. Understand?," she asked, grabbing her purse from the back seat. <br><br>Being asked about what they were about to do, she gave him a curt look. "We are going to buy flowers and a teddy bear for my mother, Jacob. After that tea and when that is over, we head to my penthouse where I will have you unpack things for me. I barely moved in and need someone to settle me in. Is there something else that is on your mind, Jacob?," she asked him, frowning at his words. An unusual male toy to wonder what would happen next. Jacob should have read the sign of the flower shop and deduced the two of them were here to grab flowers or another item the store carried to take as a gift. Every passing second made her question the mental status of Jacob and if he was a baby in a man's body. Maybe Madame Donahue had lied to her about the quality of Jacob and gave her someone who was mentally stunted in getting along with other people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 03:12:27</strong>
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				The truth was Jacob had been looking at the strange little stand selling cones filled with 'ice cream' on the other side of the street not the florist's. He reprimanded himself to pay more attention next time and stayed in the car. What could he do? Unless she ordered him out he could only carry things, he didn't handle money in fact he was sure it was illegal for a slave to handle money. <br><br>However he thanked God that his mistress wasn't making him grasp at straws anymore, she actually gave him something to extrapolate from and he could work with that. "I can use a phone and the computer Lady Cruz." he informed her, "I know proper phone etiquette and memo writing. I can also type one hundred words a minute if that will help you run your business." he was talking a little better now that he could actually have a place to stand. "What food does your mother prefer with her tea. I can make scones, crumpets, and crepes." he was literally thinking about everything she had told him, and more or less in the same order. "I'm also happy to inform you that I can hang almost anything level and flush for your apartment and would be much obliged to proofread any papers."<br><br>He was really very smart and sociable but he wasn't anything but a slave he wouldn't argue with his mistress but he wasn't a mind reader, he had to have something to work off of. He doubted anyone could get something from nothing. He knew he had to look stupid. He was supposed to passive aggressive toward other people giving him orders and totally submissive to Calista's whims. He wanted to tell her to look at his file there was a nice little pamphlet on starters with your Donahue slave. However, it wasn't his place to correct her, just give her what she wanted. "Would you like me to accompany you Lady Cruz?<br>No one was perfect and he was fresh out of the box...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 03:32:19</strong>
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				Calista's eyes managed to pick up where Jacob had been looking. Smiling to herself, she guessed the male toy had no clue about delicious deserts from the fit of his form told her. He certainly did not get his three percent body fat by merely shoving cheeseburgers and ice cream down his gullet. Yet, she also concluded he might have missed out on a small treat here and there. Junk food was fine in small moderations and knowing when to quit on certain junk foods helped Calista not gain that much weight on ice cream. Since she was about to head to her mother's house where she knew she would have decadent food thrown at her, Cali did not see any wrong in grabbing a ice cream first. She would invite Jacob to an ice cream as well asking if the ice cream interested him since it was a cool treat to have on a hot Miami day. <br><br>A good thing to hear he knew how to work a phone and the computer. For a second there, she had assumed she was given the dumb jock who could not handle a simple conversation other than flex his muscles, fuck and cook. "Very pleased to hear you can type that fast and make scones since I love pumpkin scones," she commented, throwing him a smile. Removing her glasses from the dashboard, she slipped them onto her face. Calista went for the oval type of glasses to keep the sun out of her eyes and keep her eyes hidden from people assuming where her eyes glanced towards. The dark tint of the glasses did what it needed to do and would help Jacob to take better guesses of her moods and even ask her about it to start another conversation. With more conversations, Calista was sure he would become comfortable in her role and take a bigger role in helping around.<br><br>Even better he knew how to level things and proofing papers took it a bit far though she would only need him to get memo's typed out to the other club's publicist's. The real proofreading would be when she headed off to college and needed a male toy to correct and edits her term papers for her. "Come on, let us get some ice cream, I think we will try vanilla at first for you while I get a mint chip. Scratch that you will get a scoop of vanilla and mint chip while I get two scoops of mint. That way you can try both at once," she amended, smiling as she waited for him to get out of the car and head with her to the ice cream vendor. Calista started to teach him the art of eating ice cream. First never to eat it in one bite but to lick and suckle on the ice cream as if it were a piece of fruit and when it started to melt to pick up the drops with the tip of the tongue. She even went on to explain the different between a waffle cone and getting it in a cup. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 03:59:37</strong>
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				Now that he thought about it Jacob knew how to make ice cream, it required rock salt and a machine or a helluva lot of hand work, but he had never tasted one. He followed her and the ice cream lady dolled out the treat. He took his cone from Lady Calista. "Thank you Lady Cruz." he said tasting it. He knew what mint, chocolate, and vanilla all tasted like but ice cream was wonderful. <br><br>It was cool and smooth and soft. It was all but addicting. He couldn't help but eat it a little too fast, he managed not get brain freeze. He knew his mistress thought he was stupid. He wasn't. He could talk history and science and literature. He couldn't talk politics that was taboo for slaves, and honestly his math was lacking in the pre-calculus, and higher algebra. Everyone has a flaw. <br><br>He finished the last part of his cone and wiped his mouth politely. He wondered if his mistress thought he should be more but they had been together for a whole half hour at that and he just didn't know her. He couldn't tell her though. He couldn't let her think it was her fault. He would rather take the blame. However, now that he had something to go on he could ask a few questions, "Why do you expect to be harassed in the night club. He didn't exactly know what a night club was, but context dictated that it was a social establishment open at night.<br><br>Jacob didn't know a lot about the world. However, that was the price of a totally dedicated slave, they sacrifice some life experience to build a relationship with their mistress. This was all in the pamphlet but it was dangerous to drive and read. She did by a slave with the closest thing to neural programming in the world. "We shouldn't forget your mother's flowers," he reminded her hopefully helpfully, "Maybe some lilies." he had read somewhere they were a nice accent to any floral arrangement. Not that floral arrangement was anything he studied. His education wasn't perfect either. "Would a florist's regularly sell teddy bears?" a fair question for someone who never set foot in a shop. At least he was feeling more comfortable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 04:22:46</strong>
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				Paying and taking her ice cream while Jacob took his own from her, Calista took a lick of her mint chip. The taste exploded on her tongue and she all about moaned out loud at how she enjoyed the ice cream treat. "You are welcome, Jacob," she answered as she thanked the vendor and headed back towards the parking lot. While eating ice cream was fine there was still the errand of getting her mother's flowers and teddy bear to bring along for the tea. Chuckling at seeing Jacob consume the ice cream she shook her head in amusement. "Take it easy, we can get another one once we buy the things for my mother." He was a hungry male and hoped he had eaten something earlier. If not, then her mother should have food for the male slaves to eat. While the females ate at the dining room, the slaves ate their food in the kitchen or male quarters. <br><br>While she may not be interested in having a sexual liason with Jacob, he could certainly become a good male toy to her. Even a good friend though she would not admit that to Jacob. Jacob was her male toy bred and trained to make sure she was happy above all else. Still eating her ice cream, she answered Jacob's question about why she was harassed. "I get harassed because since I get the party ready to be thrown, I have power in stating how many should be allowed into the certain clubs. There is a rule on how many can be let in before it becomes too crowded. I get people harassing me to get themselves on the list or let in if they are not on the list. People sometimes get angry or upset if they are not on the list and might try to pick a fight with me," she explained, hopefully it managed to click in his brain about how the nightlife could be dangerous at times.<br><br>Nodding, Calista headed with Jacob to the flower shop. He made a good choice in picking out lillies and she would add on roses to have the flower man mixed them together. "Good job, never would have that of that. Now I need you to find me a cute teddy bear and maybe pick out balloons to take along," she answered, smiling at him. She let him know a florist usually sold teddy bears, balloons, chocolate and even cards to pair it with the flowers for that special someone. "They make a lot of money during the major holidays, Jacob. Take note of that," she said as she paid the florist for the mixed assortment of white roses and lillies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 13:05:39</strong>
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				Jacob went off around the shop she hadn't unhooked his chain and he wasn't allowed to touch his collar or chain, so he asked his lady, "Lady Cruz could you take my leash off please." he asked it didn't seem unreasonable given the situation so she unfastened it and he looked around and found a rather standard looking teddy bear with big stitching and button eyes. It looked like the one he had when he was five or so. It was the only toy he was allowed to have that served no educational purpose. He didn't tell his mistress this. Why should he worry her with some stupid nostalgic story? <br><br>Shaking himself he picked out some plainly colored balloons, it beat the happy birthday and anniversary ones, and tied them to the bear and gave it to mistress to pay for. He also let her refasten his leash. It was perfectly typical to not even use a leash though the tradition of it was also popular. <br><br>Jacob watched his mistress pay for it, the numbers made since but the bills and coins just weren't allowed so he didn't really focus on it. After all she couldn't make him do anything illegal. Jacob looked at the clock on the wall behind the register, "Lady Cruz, we have ten minutes to make it to your mother's house." he didn't exactly know how far that was but he was just being helpful. <br><br>He really didn't want her to think he was stupid. He had a measure of pride in his rearing. Things just weren't going as smoothly as he envisioned they would be at this point. She wouldn't return him within half an hour of having him out of the market. That was just silly. Paying a million dollars for half an hour? Whatever a million dollars was, but if the number was any indication it was a lot. "Should we go Lady Cruz?" <br><br>Jacob didn't know if her mother would be mad at her, but he didn't want that to happen. He only hoped her mother's house had pumpkin. Now he was thinking about the next phase of the day and if she lived at her mothers recently the chances are yes there was, however it never hurt to ask, "Lady, are you sure there is pumpkin at your mother's house for the scones you want?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 16:54:33</strong>
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				Calista found it amusing how he walked around the florist's shop. Here he was with his height and his muscles, that copper hair catching the light and making her wonder about his life before being trained as a man toy. Yes he was trained at three years old but had he been delivered over from Ireland or was he born here and merely grew up around Irish nannies. "Lady Cruz could you take my leash off, please." Wow she must be been spacing out not to remember he could not work around with the long leash for too long. It would have likely dragged around if she had not remembered to remove it and even run the risk of getting caught on something. Oops, she thought, walking over to Jacob to remove the leash from him. "No problem at all, must have slipped my mind," she answered before she started up a conversation with the female florist. <br><br>"A bit of work is he not?," Flora (how amusing to find a female named Flora in a florist's shopping) asked, the florist glancing over her shoulder to give a order to her man toy to wear proper gloves when trying to remove the thorns from certain roses. The man toy Calista saw looked around his early twenties and evoked the surfer look with his sandy blonde hair, long-sleeved shirt, surfer shorts and an apron with the shop's name embroidered across the front. The beach man toy corrected himself, put on the proper gloves and went to work. It made her ask the florist how she handled her man toy and if this was not her original man toy. Flora smiled and let Cali know that her man toy, Roger, had been with her for a couple of years now starting when Flora turned eighteen. "Why have you kept him around that long?," she asked, needing to know if there is a possibility to stick to one man toy. Not to say she would keep Jacob in the long run if all she seemed to be getting was a boy stuck in a man's body though she would have to see Jacob around the house to determine if he really was a man/boy. Now to hear that someone kept a man toy that long was amazing to know there were females who owned man toys for long periods of time. With the abundance of more and more male slaves hitting the market, she had assumed almost everyone traded in their man toys every couple of months. That was how her mother went about and how Calista's friends made it look natural. <br><br>Glancing in Jacob's direction and back to her face, Flora leaned in to talk to her better without the need of another room for privacy. "Because he has learned my in and out habits. Never do I have to reteach anything to any new man toy which would waste my precious time. I have a two stores to run and cannot afford to show every new man toy the tricks of the trade. Besides, Roger is a good man toy who has served me well in all aspects," Flora explained a glint in her eyes that let Calista know she was talking more than merely being a good employee. Again it made Calista wondered if there was at least one female in the world who had no need to fuck the brains out of her male slaves but it seemed it would only be her in the long run. Though she managed to get good advice from Flora on setting down rules in the beginning to avoid trouble and to question Jacob on what his role was in her household to remind him that her life was hectic and needed someone with a good head to keep it together.<br><br>Shaking her head, Calista removed the leash again, placing it in her bag for safe keeping. The way Jacob acted towards Miami she doubted he had any clue where to go if he tried any funny business. Better to keep the leash off than to have it drag around and forget its presence there Calista thought to herself. Thanking Jacob for his help she looked at the balloons and teddy bear, fitting it the best thing to get her mother. Either her mother would keep the bear for herself or regift it to one of her man toys to cuddle with when she was busy with meetings and had no time for a good screw. That was the way her mother worked in his world, she either worked hard or fucked hard, either way she was hard up for something.<br><br>Paying for the items in question, she thanked Flora for the items and the good advice. Jacob would learn her personality traits and what she did for a living. Hopefully all of that would give her an idea of Jacob's own personality. Smiling at his thoughtfulness of whether the pair would be late to her mother's house and asking about pumpkin being available for the scones. He was a conundrum, she thought as she answered his question about both concerns. "Do not fret, if I know my mother it will give her more time to have her own male pleasuring her and there should be pumpkin. If there was not, never would have said pumpkin scones," she replied, getting into the car and telling him to buckle himself in. Being able to cook and run a marathon was fine with her but if Jacob could not add something to a conversation to help woo an investor at a nightclub or even handle a tea time with her infamous mother, then maybe she paid far too much for her first man toy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 19:29:24</strong>
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				Jacob was getting more at ease as he got a feel on his mistress's personality, she wanted a helper. Though business was often considered taboo if illegal for slaves to partake in he could put together her data and make pie charts or power points. You couldn't have slaves getting a head for business or money, that didn't bode well. It caused fear among the political caste. Men weren't supposed to do much beyond the creative or menial. He felt he could speak a little more freely, but he didn't know what to talk about. He could make polite conversation about the weather or arts and musics but current events... well he had an eighteen year blackout on current events. He was merely out of events in a few weeks he would be up on things he was sure of it. <br><br>Jacob looked over at his chocolate-eyed mistress as she drove. He could feel the sliver of dissatisfaction that was written into her posture. That or she was deep in thought, especially about him, he reckoned. He decided he would just have to break a small bit of programming and talk more. He decided to steer away from his performance, "Do you like your job, Mistress Calista?" he said making it obviously more intimate. A mistress and slave could be intimate without those noisy bedroom games. <br><br>Maybe that was Calista's problem, she didn't distinguish intimacy. It had to be all business or it was sex. He just wanted to serve, he was her servant. She didn't want to get attached she had to keep herself away. This left him out in the cold, he wasn't a robot. He got scared he got confused. He wanted to serve, and he didn't want to displease. He liked cats and dogs, and he hated turnips, but could cook them at least four different ways. He was a human, just a slave. He decided to start on that, "Mistress, do you have a cat or dog?" he added, "I like cats and dogs." though he never got play with them as a child. He'd seen videos and pictures, just to learn how to care for them for his owner. <br>Jacob wanted to get to know his mistress more, he needed to know it to do his job. "What is... your mother like?" that was a tactical question being another woman he didn't care on any subservient level, just so he could know how to deal with her. He'd not really heard Calista talk about her much. Not that Calista talked much anyway. He could already be beaten to within and inch of his life for talking out of turn so much but he hoped Calista took it as genuine interest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 20:00:50</strong>
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				Calista took in the scenery before her as she drove down the street towards her mother's house. She thought about what Flora had mentioned with handling man toys. Better to let them know ahead of time what was up before it caused any problems. Already she told him she was not looking for a sex male toy but someone to handle the errands and the little tasks she had to keep her life and job going smoothly. These next three months were crucial in salvaging enough money to put away for safekeeping for a rainy once she headed off to Barcelona. For now, she did not mention to Jacob that she would be leaving the States in three months to pursue her college career nor that she was unsure whether or not he might come along with her. To her it was better to keep him in the dark about those particulars and have him handle the here and now. Plus if she told him, there was the possibility he might be like an eager puppy and try to impress her without much to back it up. Kind of like those soap opera series where the villian hears about a plan, pretends to be good only to ruin the plan in the end. If Jacob knew about her trip to Europe he might try too hard or even the thought of him becoming overbearing to show that he was good enough to take to Europe would be a disaster. <br><br>Taking a fast glimpse at Jacob she mulled over his question. "Yes, I like it or I would not enjoy being able to throw events for clubs but it can be tiring at times. Especially with assignments that need to be done faster than necessary," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips as she caught onto him calling her Mistress Calista. It sounded too much too soon for the two of them. She was fine with being called with Lady Calista or even Lady Cali for short to which she informed Jacob of the change to merely call her Lady Cali. "I usually go by Cali because my mother's name is Kalista with a K. Not much imagination in naming me," she answered, smirking at how her mother had thought it would be clever to do that. Mother named Kalista with a daughter name Calista, how charming. Not really when it came to receiving phone calls from people. Someone would call for either Calista or Kalista but it took time for the caller to ask for either Kalista with a K or Calista with a C after getting the wrong phone calls from friends and family. Another thing she informed Jacob on to call her mother Mistress Kalista while she would be fine with Lady Cali.<br><br>Goddess, this was harder than she thought. It was uncomfortable conversing with someone who was not only a male because the interaction she with men in the past were her mother's toys but that she was talking to her very own man toy. Jacob picked up on cues but it took him a while to process it only furthering her doubts about him. She tried to be nice while at the same time letting him know that she needed not comfort from him. Hugs, kisses, even a hand holding was not required of him though he may think that he could be asked to give her a bath but she only would want him to get the tub ready for her. Various things that held the air of touching would have to be broken down to him. He could pick out her clothes, press them, wash them, anything with her clothes but he would not dress her unless she had difficulty with zipping up a dress.<br><br>My, my, my. Jacob had a lot of questions which was a good thing since it would open a channel to get to know one another more. She needed to know more to make sure she was not duped by Madame Donahue. "I actually have wanted to get a dog, maybe a small one not a teacup chiahuaha but a terrier even a pug would be great to have with someone to help me take care of it. Allergic to cats and because I do not usually get along with them." Cats usually tried to use her as a scratching post while dogs loved to come around her. Small dogs would work with her busy schedule and while she worked Jacob could play with the dog and make sure it was kept in shape. With his body, he would know a thing or two about keeping a dog fit and healthy. "Now my mother is someone I would not put a male slave alone with because she is known to take them by the hair and have sex with them. Warning you now if she grabs your behind or tries to fondle you merely take it as a good sign but do not let her trick you into going into the bedroom to help her find her earrings," she warned, hoping he would not easily fall for her mother's tricks. Stopping the car in front of her mother's own penthouse, she asked Jacob to grab the gifts and if he had anymore questions to learn about her mother. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 20:18:53</strong>
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				Jacob knew he appeared slow to his mistress but it wasn't because he was stupid it was because he didn't know how she wanted to apply what he knew. He picked up on things and processed them just fine, but he had nowhere to put it. Still even he missed things. Like a water bucket that had no place to dump the liquid when it filled to the top some overflowed and got lost. He would, he suppose tolerate his mistress's mother's fondling and advances and take them in good humor but he wouldn't follow her orders. Jacob only did what Calista asked that was what made him better than any slave on the market. Most slaves would just follow orders. He, on the other hand, was cued in and focused. <br><br>His mistress always seemed irate about sex. Always hasty telling him she didn't want it, which he supposed was a good thing because he didn't really know what it was. He decided maybe talking about this would help her relax and give him more normal orders. He could press shirts and draw baths for her, cook and clean and he was happy to do so. He could distract clients for her and compile her data. She seemed to think he knew something about sex.<br><br>He walked with her to her mother's house. Waiting for her to ring the doorbell or knock. It seemed like a personal thing so he whispered it, "Lady Cali, don't worry, I don't know what sex is." he was a little nervous about that but he didn't blush why would he it couldn't be that bad. He didn't know how to say he was happy doing menial tasks either, it was something that she should know. She was the one buying him after all. The only expectation he had was whatever order she gave. Whatever routine she set up. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 20:49:02</strong>
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				Stretching herself until she was on the tips of her toes Calista came back down to hear a few pops in her back. Sighing in content, she let Jacob know she had problems with her back. "Wearing heels and standing up usually leaves knots in my back and neck though I have a massage therapist to help fix me out," she answered to make polite conversation. He would soon learn of what she wanted him to do once the two were done with the formalities of meeting her mother. Her mother had to see what her first new man toy looked like and then Calista could be on her way. Hopefully, her mother was dressed and satisfied with her man toy before she started to eye her own as if she were in heat and needed a great big stud to handle the job.<br><br>Locking the car doors and pleased to see Jacob with the gifts for her mother, Calista headed towards the front door. Ringing the bell, there were a few minutes for Jacob and Calista for conversation. Relief came over Calista's face to hear Jacob knew nothing about sex. Well, it was illegal to teach a man toy the art of seduction without consent of the future owner. Owners usually were the ones to adminster that sort of trick of the trade but to hear he was a virgin in all aspects including his own body brought peace to her. "You have no idea how much that makes me happy to know you are not taught about sex, woo," she whispered before the door swung open to reveal the mother who brought Calista into the world. <br><br>There in all her sucked, tucked, plucked and even she guessed fucked glory the Mistress Kalista also known to Cali as the magical Cuban Barbie. Calista was surprised to see her mother wearing only a string bikini top and bottom though she topped it off with expensive heels only her mother would wear with anything. She could be on a her deathbed but so long as someone let her die in Jimmy Choos and buried with Coco Chanel her mother did not care about the rest of herself. Well what person could fuss once the plastic surgeons fixed everything for her. While she might be hitting close to mid-thirties, her mother's body and face looked a good ten years younger. Giving the polite smiles and hugs, Calista's mother stepped aside to let Cali in through first while she eyed Jacob. At least her mother appreciated her new man toy but Cali had been nervous to see if her mother would approve of Jacob. Not to say she cared about whether or not Jacob would looked but it helped that he was exotic looking with his hair and physical features. However she was not about to let her mother know what laid between Jacob's legs because it would only start her mother up on her tricks to get Jacob to undress for her.<br><br>"Aww! Darling, come in, come in," Kalista shouted as her latest man toy came up behind her placing a hand on Kalista's hip. Calista could see her mother had finished something because there was still lipstick on the man toy's lips and his shorts were hanging very low on his hips. No doubt her mother had been riding the man toy before she arrived. She prayed her darling mother would not ride her man toy in front of her to try and give Jacob ideas. Her mother knew how she felt about sex and she had a feeling mommy dearest wanted to sexually corrupt Jacob into becoming Calista's own sex toy. With a nod to Jacob, she entered first and let him follow behind. Only time in her mother's presence would tell if she would start talking about sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 22:20:26</strong>
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				Jacob only took note of what Madam Kalista's face looked like. He refused to look at her body, he had his own mistress, and despite her wanting to call the matron mistress he mentally refused on the basis that mistress was intimate and her mother would be madam. It also helped him keep invisible distance from her mother. He'd obviously never had a mother. Madam Donahue had never even been a mother, it all helped him connect to Calista, and he would do anything for her, or not do anything for her...<br><br>He would ask Calista if he could massage her back even though she had a professional therapist he knew that small sessions in between were best and he could save her money. He knew how to keep his hands to himself. Still he walked by Calista's mother without a sidewards glace. He looked at the male slave and was disgusted. He took pride in his own appearance and he didn't like this slave.<br><br>Jacob greeted the mother with, "Hello, Madam Cruz." and he followed them inside. He followed the lightly chatting ladies into the room they would be having tea and he stood just behind his mistress. "Lady Cali," it came out slightly more Irish than any of his other words, "Shall I put the tea on, and whch?" he touched her shoulder politely. "Or I can play... or sing." he didn't like to sing but he could he preferred to play.<br><br>He had tea all planned out. He waited for conversational cues to see if he could interject politely and without disruption. It was best to let family talk alone, he would just have to pay attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 22:47:18</strong>
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				Kalista Cruz frowned at the lack of appreciation coming from her daughter's new man toy. Most of the time she garnered a glance or even a once over by everyone's man toy but to see this one simply look at her face was unusual. "It is Miss Kalista, hate being called Madam. I know I am not that old," Kalista corrected Jacob. Still, she herself took in her the new slave's stock and growled in appreciation. He was a fine specimen she thought by the way his ass was firm against his slacks. Smirking, she reached out and pinched Jacob's bottom to feel if it was really toned or her eyes must be going blind. Calista managed to see what her mother was doing and made a signal for her to cut it out which only made Kalista smack Jacob's ass for a good fun.<br><br>"What? I was merely admiring your lovely new toy, Calista," her mother admonished trying to make herself look like the innocent victim here. Kalista's own personal slave kept a straight face but went over to caress his hand along Kalista's neck. Looks like she was going to be seeing this for a while, Calista thought as she motioned for Jacob to look away from the display of sexual affection. Her mother and slave did not care but started to make out with one another, hearing growls and nips. Calista thought she could possibly lose her breakfast at the sight, closing her eyes to shut out the image of her mother wrapping a leg around the sex mongrel of a slave that was hers. <br><br>Turning at Jacob's questions, she thought about what he had been asking her since her mind had gone blank was she saw her mother wanting to fuck her slave right in front of Jacob and her. "Honey tea, there should be some in a little glass cup in the kitchen and make Mexican cuisine if you can. Wait," she started when she noticed her mother reaching in between the other slave's short and she heard the slave groan in pleasure. "Um, how about we go make the tea ourselves and I can see how you do in the kitchen," she amended, standing up from her seat and taking Jacob by the hand to get him to move a lot faster than necessary. The two had a few seconds before her whore of a mother pulled down the other slave's short and went to town on him. For her, she rather not be right there when it did happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 23:14:37</strong>
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				Jacob hadn't paid the sexual advances any mind beyond the reflex action. He didn't even glance when they began to mount one another and undress. He headed for the kitchen tugged along by mistress. Jacob realized that this was the first time she ever touched him. He actually felt a little dirty, and unwanted, her mother touched him before his own mistress... <br>He reminded himself that Cali didn't want to touch him and he thought about what she wanted.<br><br>Pumpkin scones wouldn't work nope, he would have to do something new, and maybe show he could free think. Okay Mexican, well Mexican while delicious was easy enough. He simply began by making freshly fired yellow corn chips. He let mistress watch. Now he had an outlet and was going show her what he could do. Luckily the expensive kitchen was fully stocked. Next he made guacamole dip by mashing avocados and mild peppers for a rich flavor. He set the fresh chips around the dip and put it on a tray while he put the tea on. That would be the only thing really out of place but he could make it work.<br><br>His innovation however was what he was going to substitute pumpkin scones. He began to mash up the pumpkin past and rolled out some fresh flour tortillas. Dusting them with cinnamon he place pumpkin paste on the tortillas and rolled them dipping them in the fryer, pumpkin fautas. Half an hour later everything was ready and he put all the snacks and desserts on the tray with the tea. "Lady Cali... what is your mom doing with her slave?" he asked now that cooking mode was off. Oh he hoped she liked it. It was really very creative on his part.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 23:33:01</strong>
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				Calista eyed what he had done to the pumpkin she had wanted for the scones. Seeing it made into some sort of fauta she hesistated to eat them in case it did not mix well with her stomach. Frying pumpkin was not really something she had thought of having waited for the treat of scones to fill her appetite. Flora's words came to mind about setting guidelines and letting him know when something should be done in a certain order. Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her forehead before starting, "Jacob, I am sorry if you thought I asked for the pumpkin scones to be changed, Jacob. Only that I ask for you to make a Mexican dish but I should have worded it clearer for you to understand. Though we can give the fautas to my mother and her slave but I am fine with my tea and chips." Patting his shoulder, she put down on a mental list to make her words clear and concise. No running around the bush or waiting it out if she wanted to test out he might be for her.&nbsp; <br><br>Sighing, she grabbed her honey tea, appreciating he had not used it for a kitchen experiment and even snatched a corn chip to dip into the guacamole. At least he did a good job in making a mexican meal even if he had busted out on the fautas. For the moment being, she would stay in the kitchen and try to drone out the earful noises her mother and slave were committing. There were sounds of delighted gasps, guttural groans and even a few squeaking sounds heard from outside the kitchen. With a guess, Calista put money her mother was having sex on the chair and the squeaking was from the chair's legs scooting back against the wooden floor. Her mother could have been polite enough to wait until she left before fucking her slave but it was her house and her slave to do with as she wished.<br><br>"They are having sex, Jacob. How do I put it so it does not sound too disgusting? Um, he is using his sexual organs, the ones you have between your legs and is using it to pleasure her own sexual organs, the organs a female has to make her happy," she explained as best as she could but it sounded even dirty to her own ears. She was eighteen years old and she was nervous about sex, what an interesting irony. While her older mother was having herself bouts of sex and acting like a hippie, Calista acted like some staunch fourty-year old. Had she really let herself get like this? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 23:53:04</strong>
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				Jacob was mortified about the scones. A nervous terror gripped him like people around heights of deep water. He was trained to look subservient not cry. In fact, he hadn't cried since he was four. Madame Donahue beat him till he stopped. He had no broken bones but bruises used to be common. He knew she wouldn't even hit him for it.&nbsp; He pretended to wash the dishes. After a while he actually washed dishes and listened to the explanation. So that's what sex was, shouldn't they be in the bedroom? Certainly that wasn't what it all was like? Jacob knew that nothing was just one thing. Everything had variation.<br><br>What did he care mistress had made it quite clear. 'no sex.' he wasn't going to break that. He'd already screwed up the scones. He looked in the fridge and found a slice of pumpkin in the fridge, he brightened up. However, he learned. "I can make scones Lady..." he said, he was meek around her, but that was because he was supposed to be. He thought he did a good job of being tall and powerful to Cali's mother. Maybe she didn't see that. Maybe he screwed that up to. He showed her the pumpkin it would take time... and the frequency of the squeaks said that she was about half an hour...<br><br>In his mild bout of sadness Jacob felt indignation. Maybe it was her fault she wasn't really letting him show her what he could do. She was impatient and wanted him to read her mind. Maybe it was her fault. He mentally shook himself. Mistress's weren't wrong. Men were wrong. He hated himself for thinking that. He felt sad now that he'd lost his temper even for a second. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 00:10:21</strong>
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				Calista caught on how her words impacted him. His body language let her and the terror which took over he was upset at tripping up the pumpkin. Jacob was trying his best and had tried to impress her with the fautas. Damn it, she thought as she walked over to grab a fauta off the plate. Examining the item in front of her eyes, she wondered if her new male toy knew CPR in case this food could kill her. Taking a leap of fate she bit into the fautas and waited for the urge to retch. One second, two seconds, three seconds went by and nothing happened. Well, not not happened because the explosion in her mouth made her eye the fautas to see if there were sparks coming off of it. It was pretty good and she let him know as she settled herself on the countertop while he washed the dishes. He was efficient in washing the dishes and a plus in the other box for the reasons to keep him around.<br><br>Hanging her head back, she stared up at the ceiling counting the dots to occupy herself while her mother continued her tete-a-tete. "Goddess, that female can go for hours if she wanted to. I am guessing she bought herself a new slave after the other one bored her. We might as well leave for the day," she commented, watching him find a slice of pumpkin in the fridge. She asked him to wrap the pumpkin up to take with him where he could then make the pumpkin scones in her own penthouse. It was about time he got a look of her penthouse and where he would be living for the time being. She let Jacob know that when they arrived at her penthouse they needed to have a serious talk. It was important to get everything out on the table and discuss how she felt about these last few hours. No matter she barely knew him for two hours but if there was no spark to want to keep him or even find it later while she had him around it would be torture.<br><br>Jacob was a slew of contradictions than what she had thought up as she made her way off the countertop. When she came to the auction and bidded on him, she was a fool to think that he could live up to everything Madame Donahue stated. Sure he could make food but where was the personality? Her mother's own slaves had personalities even if it was centured on sexual pleasures but at least she could talk with one of them without having the urge to end the conversation because it bored her. At this moment if given a scale of one to ten to base Jacob's performance, he was about a four for her. He was polite but flustered easily beneath something. Even though he had a body that a triathlete would kill to have in a slave competition all she really saw was a scared, little boy. This was not working for her at all. She needed to talk to Jacob and let him know the situation before it became more strained between them. Either he shaped up or she was going to take him back for the reason he was a weak and timid slave not at all the strong and masculine physique he took of. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 00:45:55</strong>
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				He was upset. No matter how hard he tried to please her he could not. Her shoulders were all tense. She hated everything he didn't think he could stand it. The only person he was ever allowed to get attached to didn't want him.<br>He defaulted to what he knew he put away the dishes and wrapped up the food to go, or put it in the fridge. He had trained all his life for this? To be the perfect little worker, for this. She just didn't like him. He had his own personality her really did. He liked to read and listen to music but what had he been allowed to do. It's all he knew. Donahue had never really said he was social, he was meant to be a nice little slave who would win competitions and be a good companion for women who didn't like there men looking at other mistresses.<br><br>What did she expect from a young man who had been raised in a John Travolta caliber bubble. He never been outside unless it was to tan. Personality hadn't been keen in Donahue's prototype program. He was actually absolutely infatuated with her looks and her intelligence. She was young, but something told him she lived in a bubble of her own. Maybe she needed to lighten up. How could he not put it together and over-sexed mother no real attachment just thinking that all men had to be sex toys, total horn-dogs, no moderation. No mellow, no moderation in anything truly important in her life. <br><br>"Lady Cali..." he started, "You have problems. Did you even read the instructional pamphlet you got at signing. No, I don't think you did, you thought you could handle it all on your own. You thought you could do a better job than just having... sex with me... you didn't want to be like your mother, but I don't come pre-programmed! I'm scared! I don't know what you want do you want to talk about; music! Let's talk music! Pop, rock, R&amp;B, Blues, Jazz, Classical! I like classical! What do you want!" he shouted at her. "Personally I think Mozart was a nutball hack! I like Chopin much more and actually know how to pronounce it." He couldn't maintain the head of hot frustration and just stopped whatever mental inhibitor had been put on him in the market was gone.<br>He just stared at her blankly unable to articulate his words... if he had been scared before now he was petrified. He just preformed suicide by mistress. She could have him killed... on the spot.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 16:30:31</strong>
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				Calista looked around to see if there was anything else to be packaged or put away before the two left. Everything was settled and all the pair needed was to slip out without having to see her mother in the throes of her sexual pleasure. She should have known her mother would put on a damn show to try and peak the interest of Jacob. Only her mother would want her eighteen year old daughter to know the carnal attraction between a female and her male sex slave. Cali appreciated her mother trying her best to let her know it was fine and acceptable to fuck a male slave but she was not one to bang like the wind. Her glance went up at Jacob's words, her face heating up at the embarassment. <br><br>Calista Cruz was absolutely shocked. She had accepted the fact he was a meek man with a lot of muscle and would talk to him about trading him in or even giving him to someone who might need his services. What she had not counted on was Jacob having a break from his meekness to let her know she had problems. Her mouth was like a fish's mouth in trying to get air but for her, Cali tried to understand what happened. One minute he acted like a little puppy who went on the carpet and now she could see the Irish spirit she heard in Irish untrained males. He insulted her handling of him, he berated her about thinking he knew what she wanted, told her she had problems and all in all chipped away at his feelings of being able to handle the job. Calista glanced away feeling like a little girl who had been told she was not good enough. Right now she needed a box of chocolate, a carton of ice cream and her bed to get over today and make herself better.<br><br>From outside the kitchen the sounds of squeaking could be stopped and Cali prayed her mother had not heard any of what Jacob yelled at her. Calista turned her back on Jacob to try and hide the fresh tears forming in her eyes. God, she was bad at this. Her first time as an actual owner and her own damn male toy was telling her she sucked at this job. The sounds of her mother padding into the room broke the tension but only pushed the uncomfortableness in the kitchen. "What the fuck do you think you are telling my daughter?!," Kalista screeched as she wanted to see why this mere slave was talking down to her daughter. Not only did this Jacob fellow hurt her daughter feelings but interrupted her just as she was about to climax for the fifth time today. No one messed with Kalista's daughter or her orgasms. Placing her hands on her naked hips, she waited to hear the damn slave's response before she had him ordered to be killed in the next few minutes. "Your ass is grass, Jacob," Kalista muttered, the slave behind her shivering at the notion of another slave being murdered for talking back to its owner. Calista was the sole person to tell her mother to not murder Jacob, "No, he was right in knowing I am wrong, please, just leave me be, all of you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 16:47:10</strong>
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				Jacob looked at the naked mother's enraged face like a scared rabbit. That wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to get mad it shouldn't have happened. Now he was dead... what could he do. She was going to kill him, he tensed and relaxed and his breath came in quicker gasps he knew where he was he was in a penthouse top floor there was no real escape. He was finished. That didn't stop his brain from telling him to fuck off. Jacobs flight-or-fight response kick in, and seeing as Calista wasn't giving orders at the moment and the latter of the two instincts was underused, Jacob ran.<br><br>Lick a flash he darted around the mother's uncalled for nakedness and past her stupid little toy. He was out the door before the backlash hit the group. Unleashed he was free to run full out. He hit the stairwell door throwing it open, he dashed down the countless stairs jumping over the rails at times to the flight below. He blew past a few janitor slaves as he shot into the lobby and out the revolving door of the building. He wasn't even winded. He hit the street barefoot and running. He didn't want to die. He shot down alleys and backstreets. Avoiding the female police officers like the plague. <br><br>Jacob ran and ran, not knowing where to go. He ran for hours with only the smallest breaks in between. He ran on adrenaline and the high; he ran until the background blurred. He finally fell on something soft, and rough gasping for air.&nbsp; He could smell salt. Really smell it not like the background of the normal air. He heard a rhythmic sound, a woosh, and crash. Looking up he saw the Gulf of Mexico stretched out before him. He lay in the shallow part the waves berating him.<br><br>He looked at the sun and it looked like it was going down. How long had he been running. Where was he? There was no one around. Though they'd probably shoot him on sight. He didn't panic, he couldn't panic. He didn't have panic in him... he just sat on the beach in his ocean drenched slacks and shirts. All he could think about was how much trouble he was in, but he didn't have the energy to move his legs anymore. So he waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 17:16:10</strong>
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				Calista had a feeling he would be gone before the cops or any explanation was doled out. She laid her elbows on the countertop and hanged her head to try and understand what had happened. While her mother shrieked like a damn harpy and ordered her male toy to run after him. It was no use, she told herself, Jacob was trained to be an athlete and now he was showing it off. Goddess, this day sucked all the way to hell. What she needed at the moment was a hot bath, bag of chocolate, carton of ice cream and a slew of movies she could vegetable out to until she had to partake in the fact her male toy had run away. There was no use in running after him, the cabron would be in another state by now and hiding himself from ever being found again. Calista felt she should call the Madame to let her know that she wanted her money back because if a slave was not around what was the point of buying one in the first place. However, Calista merely wanted to go back to her penthouse and get away from this whole mess.<br><br>"Where are you going?! Call the police to get him back and taught a lesson, Cali," her mother shouted in her face. The shouting in her face resulted in Calista pushing her naked mother aside. She did not want to deal with her harping mother got under her skin. Just another list of things she disliked about her mother. If a mistake was made in front of her she would never let the person forget about it. Goddess, her mother always tried to break her down and then try to mold her into the perfect daughter who would join in on her mother's orgies. That was not the life for her and she wanted it to be more than sex and business. Hopefully, once she left for Spain it would all change. Though as she walked away from her mother and her man toy came back in it became clearer her life would be without a slave at her beck and call. Figures, at least she managed to see what it could be like and get over the awe value.<br><br>She left her mother with her man toy, certain her little sex toy would calm her down. Down the elevator she went frustrated at how today went. Calista wanted to scream, she wanted to vent and curse at the top of her lungs. However, she did not because she rather do all of those things in the privacy of her own penthouse and then get on with her life. Jacob's words had stung her right down to the bone. She knew she had problems which she admitted to herself but he managed to pick up on it right away and call her out on it. Settled behind the wheel of her car, Calista took a deep breath and drove away towards her penthouse. In her penthouse she could find solace and pick up where she left off sans Jacob. Calista had gone on before while her mother diddled another man whore. <br><br>"Fuck," she muttered the urge to be alone by herself not appeasing so much anymore. What she needed was to be in a crowd of people and forget her own problems for a while. Glancing at the dashboard clock it was close to late afternoon, best time to surf and swim. There could be even a party thrown on the beach she could throw in. Her job did not until late evening and even then she would merely hand over the list of invited people to the manager and be on her way to do something else. With that thought in mind, she manuevered her Cooper towards the lane to lead her to the beach. The beach would do her some good and she had on a bikini top beneath her bohemian shirt and her shorts. In Miami, everyone was ready to dive into the beach and had their swimsuits on even beneath their power suits. Parking her car at the allowed lot, Calista made her way onto the sandy beach and took in the air of the salted ocean and the crisp afternoon. Hopefully a few hours here would clear her mind and push back the words of Jacob's tongue lashing.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 17:33:26</strong>
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				Jacob heard someone on the beach besides himself. He looked back and saw Calista, still his mistress as if nothing had happened, walking down the beach at him. He tried to stand but there was so much acid in his sore muscles he fell into the sand and a wave hit him. He liked the warm water. He'd never even been to the beach in his entire life and was beginning to like the beach. What made him think he could run from his mistress? Jacob just made his situation so much worse. <br><br>She would be mad at him he could tell, but why was she wearing a swimsuit... didn't she already know he was here? He couldn't figure out how. It was too late to run even if he could she couldn't miss him on the deserted beach with it's white sand and foamy, blue waves. He was truly sorry for what he did he was just so frustrated with her, and he shouldn't have been. It wasn't his place. <br><br>The cramps in his legs, arms, and chest were phenomenal. However, he was more upset about what his mistress was going to do to him. There wasn't a lot he could do. He just flopped down on the beach and waited for her to close the distance and strangle him to death. She looked cute in that swimsuit though a regular Cuban goddess. Not a bad way to die. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 18:01:46</strong>
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				It was great to smell the ocean and feel the salty wind on her skin. Calista needed this time to herself and to contemplate what to do next. She knew a call would be made to Madame Donahue and her mother would stay out of this even if she had to threaten to leave Miami three months early to ensure it. Calista had her own money saved from the work she had done in high school with other companies to throw holiday and special event galas. Not enough to keep her safe for her whole life but enough to make sure she had a place in Spain for a couple of years. Even if she left early, there was a job waiting for her and she could take summer classes. There at least she had a plan. Her eyes took in the sandy beach and she made her way towards a set of lounge chairs where she noticed someone handing out free drinks. Since she was not close to going home anytime soon a beer sounded mighty good to her right now.<br><br>Too engaged in her own mind, Calista flickered her glance over Jacob without even realizing it was him. To her weary mind it was merely someone enjoying themselves a bit too much with the water. "Someone must have enjoying their drinking a bit too much," she muttered beneath her breath as she thanked the kind gentleman for the Corona. She took a sip and felt herself get a bit better with the alcohol running through her veins. Managed to wash away the failure of a new man toy running away from her. She chatted with the other beach visitors asking them if they lived around here. A few of them were visiting family while others were planning on moving here and wanting to know the latest hot spots. Hmm, newcomers which could help out the other clubs with their revenues. She let them know of the clubs around in Miami and even offered to get them in so long as all of them was over twenty-one. The females were excited while their male slaves nodded to know their owners were happy.<br><br>Waving them goodbye she went on her way with her Corona. She walked along the shoreline leaving behind the partying group and Jacob though she had not seen him at the time. Calista was in her own world a world that included a bit of drinking and taking a dip in the ocean. Placing her drink down in the sand where she made a little hole to place it in, she headed towards the ocean. The waves were pushing forwards but nothing to warrant concern. After she placed her hair into a messy ponytail, Cali dived into the water, happy to clean herself of today's events. Beach, beer and boxes of chocolate would help her get through tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 20:57:50</strong>
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				Jacob lie on the beach his cramps fading into horrible dull aches. He would later learn he'd basically run a short marathon at a sprinters speed. Adrenaline could do strange things, and his body would pay the check. Standing up shakily he wobbled and fell down twice. He finally got his feet under him. He knew what he had to do. Even though his mistress hadn't seen him he would have to go to her and beg forgiveness. He would give her massages, play for her, kiss her feet. He had to say he was sorry.<br><br>However Matron Cruz didn't stand for that. The police had sent out officers to look for a runaway slave. A dangerous runaway slave and if they didn't shoot him on sight he was going to get broken bones at least. Unfortunately, a woman and her partner were combing the beach. They saw him long before he made it halfway across the twelve yards of shoreline to where Calista was swimming. He saw them and tried to run but he had to settle for a strange limp. <br><br>Before he could call out to his mistress the cops hit him with a baton and put the cuffs to him. They didn't hold off beating him around arms and shoulders. It hurt. It made the pain in his legs seem like a stubbed toe. He wrested free of them and he wormed his way on his stomach toward Cai. The cops kicked him. This wouldn't be seen as cruel at all. The party on the upper beach wouldn't see it either, but he was well within earshot and eyesight of his mistress. <br><br>He yelled it hurt. He couldn't yell for his mistress. He just cried when he was struck, he was going to have a nice set of bruises maybe a scrape or two. Plus whatever wrath he incurred from his mistress. But he didn't care. The cops began to haul him to his feet and take him to the department.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 21:16:59</strong>
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				Calista managed to push aside her hurt feelings and get down to what was right in front of her. What was in front of her was the fact this was her first day and it was not supposed to be the perfect one to show a man toy how she wanted her things down. A man toy could not know everything about their female owner in the span of a day. To get to know her, it would have taken Jacob a while before he managed to get her moods set in. She was trying too much to push everything she needed in a few hours where Jacob had not had a Mistress before. This was his first time two, virgins if she remembered correctly how both were new to one another. If Jacob was ever found she needed to be a better owner and actually read the damn instructions placed in the introductions folder given to her. Remember correctly, the folder was in her purse in the locked Cooper. <br><br>The sounds of yelling and grunts brought her attention towards the shoreline. Her eyes caught sight of an image she hoped was merely a drunk mirage. Still, she hurried forward out of the water and towards the female police officers. She should have seen him when she arrived at the beach but she must have been in her self-absorbed world to realize he had been here this whole time. "Stop it!," she cried out as she made her way towards one of the females, holding up a hand to let the officer know she was not going to commit a crime against a uniformed female. What she wanted was to wonder why these two females had their hands on her Jacob. Her Jacob, wow, just thirty minutes ago, Jacob had insulted her and yet she defended her right as owner to find out what was going on. The female officer was curt and explained a Matron Cruz had called about a runaway slave who was vicious and on the loose. The Officer looked up and questioned if the female had any business to interfere with the handling of a run away slave.&nbsp; <br><br>A choice had to be made. Let the police officers take Jacob away or make her stance as a Mistress be known and let Jacob realize that she would give him another chance. There was no hesistation in her answer to the female cop, "I am his owner, Miss Calista, daughter of Matron Kalista. He is here with me and you are forcibly hurting that which is mine to harm. He has already been punished, Officer Bogart. His punishment for ruining my scones was to run back and forth across this beach until his muscles gave out. Now I know my mother can be a bit overdramatic but do you see me broken or bruised if he was vicious?." She turned around in a circle to show off the fact that if Jacob was vicious and a danger to society than he would have gone after her before anyone else. Giving the Officer a look that did not bode well if the females did not release Jacob, Officer Bogart cleared her throat. <br><br>"We are sorry Miss Calista, your mother forgot to inform us of the rest of the story," Officer Bogart apologized, nodding to her companion to release Jacob of the handcuffs. Crossing her arms, she waited and all the while looked at Jacob's face. One of the officers must have given him a nice shiner to his right eye because it was starting to puff up around the edges of his eyebrow. She ordered Jacob to head into the ocean to wash the blood off of himself before he came back to her. "Next time you will not mess up my scones or another five miles for you without taking a break, do you understand me?," she asked him, hoping he would catch onto her saving his ass from the death chambers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 21:43:47</strong>
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				Jacob watched the proceedings, he was a fast healer just a natural gift, but that didn't stop it from hurting so much. He knew very well what she was doing and it took all his strength or lack of it, to jump in her arms. He realized why he connected to this woman, she had a very protective nature, and he hadn't been patient enough. Jacob was willing to chalk it up to their combined inexperience and Murphy's Law. He wanted to kiss her so badly. In an appreciative way of course.<br><br>He waited for her to wash him up. "Mistress," he said it with as much affection as a human could have, "Uh, I mean, Lady Calista." he knelt his legs weren't working exactly right. "I will make you all the pumpkin scones you could ever eat." not that he could refuse her anyways but it was the sentiment. He looked at her unable to think of anything else. Tears of joy rolled down his face, "I always hoped my first trip to the ocean would be more enjoyable." with him calmed down and the mental brainwashing gone his personality shown through. "Can I see my room please?" he knew he wouldn't sleep in the same room as her, though that was sort of the slave equivalent of the couch for a dog. Not the same bed but being in the same bedroom was a show of want for endearment in this culture. He would have to earn that... he sort of screwed things up for himself. <br><br>"Lady Cali, can I kiss you... on the cheek?" he asked he wanted to show all his appreciation. Scones were only one part of it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 22:04:46</strong>
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				That had been a close call, Calista thought as she watched the officers leave the pair in peace and went on their way. She was going to get her mother for this later but the task she had at hand was cleaning Jacob of the mess. He was covered in blood and the sand which had attached itself to his sodden clothes. As she grabbed water from the ocean to clean him up, she reminded herself of the first aid kit she kept around the house in case of accidents. There were a few cuts and scrapes on him in the struggle to get away she assumed and the black eye needed a bag of ice to bring down the swelling. Damn those female officers for ruining Jacob's beautiful face and his eyes to which she had been accustomed to seeing throughout this whole day.<br><br>Wow, Calista thought. Jacob cried and it was tears that were not fabricated for her benefit. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching the pair. The beach partygoers were in their own drunken world trying to celebrate to their liver's discontent. When she glanced back she wondered if the Goddess had given her a sign to keep Jacob around for promising her a lifetime of pumpkin scones. Smiling at his wish to have an enjoyable ocean and she bent over to let him know the pair would be visiting the beach more and more. "I am a natural beach hermit and you will get a chance to know the great swimming spots," she stated, patting his hair as if he were a good man toy. Jacob had helped to make her see that while her mother was able to get her slaves to know what she wanted, Calista would never be her mother. Instead, Calista needed to be vocal and let Jacob know of the line to never be crossed, one of which was to yell in her face.<br><br>On asking her of his room, she looked away. The room was not yet completed, well nothing was complete as of now. Only her mattress which she placed on the floor made the penthouse a bit hospitable. She let Jacob know he would have work to do on arrival to the penthouse to get the house ready for not only Cali but for him as well. Cali knew of the significance of a slave being allowed to sleep in the bedroom and even moreso when the slave was allowed to share the same bed as his Mistress. For the moment, she wanted to keep him in another room to let him know he needed to work hard to even be allowed to sleep on the floor in her bedroom. Might have saved his behind now but she was going to be a good and firm Mistress. Jacob with his Irish temper surprised and amused her but it ultimately hurt her enough to get herself into shape as an owner.<br><br>She washed the blood from his face and ordered him to walk along with her back to her car. His question to kiss her on the cheek was daunting and she asked him why he wanted to. "I am not up for being kissed on the cheek, I only want for you to be loyal to me and never to run away again. If you do so again, know I will be hurt and will not save you again," she stated as she grabbed a towel from the backseat and threw it at him to catch. Calista grabbed her own towel and placed it on the driver's seat to keep the water from soaking into the Cooper's interior. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 22:21:00</strong>
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				"I-I just wanted to thank you..." he said following her example of putting the towel down. He would earn it though, she would have to let him in at one point, on some level. He wasn't so shy anymore, having the crap beat out of you did that. Jacob sat in the car as she pulled away from the beach and started her way to Jacob's new home. Things were looking up. He smirked. "Can I wash and kiss your feet then." it was an old tradition not many women brought up but it was an old and finial show of fealty, with all the selling and trading and multiple slaves these days most women skipped it. Jacob was telling her that even with his upset, even with all of it, he would be the only slave she ever needed. He gave her a heart-warming almost cocky grin. <br><br>It was good to see Calista come into her role. A shaky start but now she knew how to handle him. Maybe even, she was still a little impressed by him. He wanted to please her, and be hers, show her that she would never trade him. He would be all she needed. "He smiled making sure to show the side of the face without the shiner. It honestly looked worse than it was. It was even starting to reduce on it's own. It was a square hit though. He couldn't help but imagine her in other bathing suits, dresses with open backs, pajamas... thongs. He mentally shook himself and hoped she wouldn't ask him what he had been thinking about... he never lied to her and he wasn't going to start now. He was already on eggshells. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 22:38:44</strong>
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				Turning over the car, Calista looked both ways before pulling out of the lot and headed down to her penthouse. The penthouse of hers was near the other side of the beach a part where it frequented nightclubs and five start restaurants. If she was going to stay in a place for three months the most she wanted was somewhere to hang out at night. In the mornings there were several bookshops and coffee place she frequented and would show Jacob around to get use to the neighborhood. Would not hurt for me to know which bookshop she enjoyed to be in the most in case she needed him to head down to make an order for the latest novel or cup of hot chocolate. She heard about money being something a slave could not do but she would have her orders paid for in advance and just have him pick it up.<br><br>"Mmm, rather have a pedicure than having them kissed but a massage would be much better than a kiss on them," she amended, smiling over to him. Right now, the feet was too much too soon even for someone who was getting into being a Mistress but given time, she might allow him that privilege. Seeing him smile, she asked him to make up her room first when she got hom. She enjoyed her bed near the windows though it had to have curtains in case she wanted to sleep in late or see the nightlife when it became darker. Once she showed him where the box of clothes were, she informed him on how she liked her clothing to be placed in the closet and chest of drawers. Her underwear and bras would be the first two shelfs of the wood chest, pajamas in the last two shelfs. Right now a hot bath and being in her pajama would be great along with Jacob's scones.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 23:41:30</strong>
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				Jacob and his mistress pulled into the lot of the building and she parked the Cooper. After a few brief minutes walking and riding the elevator they found themselves at the penthouse. The movers had been there and moved in most of the furniture, they had placed an entertainment center with a wide-screen plasma T.V. in the living room and several electronic entertainments, DVD players ihomes wireless surround sound. Jacob supposed that was what rich was all about. <br><br>He saw that the couches, divans, and such were all in place. Plush looking black leather with contemporary wood finishes to the arms and legs. Jacob had his orders and he found towels in one box and took them with a washcloth and soaps to the bath, along with other toiletries, and he drew up the water. Putting the towels on the small shelf installed on the side. He stopped the hot water, vapor rising off. He went back and told his mistress her bath was ready. He also handed her a silk robe he found. He missed it, but no need to go back and hang it up just to come back out? <br><br>He left her to her own devices and went to the kitchen. He sighed none of the superb cookware had been put away. Though she had told him how to do it. He put the heavy things down below and the glasses and china up top. He even opened the case of various wine bottles and put them in the wine rack, a gift from Matron Cruz, which was installed on the wall between the the kitchen and the living room.<br><br>When he finished setting up the kitchen he started on the scones and had them in the oven in no time. He also put away groceries that mistress must have ordered before going to market. They were still cold and must have just gotten here. Crime was low in the world people trusted slaves to leave things in their houses. Though mamma Cruz had probably been there to ogle the deliverymen.<br><br>While the scones were baking he looked at the bedroom. The bed was there with all the furniture but it was all wrong. He spent fifteen minutes of rearranging everything in the way she wanted. The bed was to the right of the window so that she would wake and stand up toward or away from the window should she chose. Grabbing a drill he stood on a chair and quickly drilled out the holes for drapes. It took him no time. They had him do handiwork till he could do it by gut. That and he was spurred on by the thought of massaging mistress. Even if it was her feet. <br><br>He folded the clothes he thought looked fine. And pulled out the ironing board for the one's that got wrinkled. He folded her panties and bras and hung everything in place he pulled the scones out of the oven to cool. He timed himself and that was a good half of the moving done in an hour and a half. He was good. He just began to put the tea on and iron out the wrinkles when mistress was just getting pruned. He smiled happily.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 00:17:08</strong>
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				Jacob and Calista pulled into the lot of her building which housed her penthouse. The usual of letting the front desk know about her new slave and asking the security to give Jacob a key in case she needed him to bring something from the penthouse while she was at work. Security nodded and went about filling out the paperwork to be sent up to her room where she get Jacob to give a fingerprint and photograph to be made into a lamented id card to be allowed in and out of the building without a problem. Security was tight around here especially in places where people could easily sneak in but this building was known for the best protection against crimes. <br><br>Into the elevator she went with Jacob which did not take too long. The elevators were designed to speed up and get a rider to their destination without too much time to waste. At her penthouse door, she let herself in, reminding Jacob about the way she enjoyed her bath's. Her baths were usually pipping hot with a few liquids thrown in to give her body an enticing smell. Right now she smelled of salty ocean and needed to get the saltwater out of her hair before it frizzed it up. One thing about her hair was the ability to frizz at the first droplet of water. Calista had it under control before she placed her sunglasses on top of her ponytail to keep down the frizzy strands but now she could feel it bunching up at the sides. Sooner she got into her bath and poured on the frizz-free shampoo and conditioner, the better.<br><br>Her penthouse exuded the rich and the famous lifestyle. She had every amenity a person could want in their house and she hoped Jacob would enjoy living in the lap of luxury too. She walked into the master bathroom which boasted a sunken jacuzzi bath, a standing shower in the corner with a seat if she was too lazy to be blasted by four shower heads, a porcelain toilet and a countertop sink that a old time Hollywood actress would have wanted in the prime of her acting career. Her bathroom was the place she loved to be very femimine and vulnerable. In her tub she could be a mermaid being watched by hungry sailor or a A list celebrity pouting at herself in the mirror. "Thank you, Jacob for the bath and the robe," she replied as she took the silk robe and headed into the bathroom to take her bath. Calista divested herself of her bikini and eyed her nude form in the mirror. There were faint tan lines running over her shoulders but her breasts and mons were less than the caramel skin she had on the restof her life. Frowning, she wondered if she might be in need of a slight diet with the food she consumed.<br><br>Calista shook off the thought and dipped herself into the bath. "Oh, god, that is good," she moaned out as she settled against the seat with her favorite bath pillow holding up her neck. She could feel Jacob around in her penthouse getting used to the new surroundings and making sure everything was in place to her specifications. This was heavenly and even though the day started off crappy it might end up into a beautiful rose. Shutting her eyes she thought about Jacob and how he managed to surprise her in many ways today. Her thoughts filtered from how good he was becoming in being obdients to his physical features. The bow of his lips intrigued her and the way his eyes danced as if he had something up his sleeve. Such thoughts came one after the other until she felt a little stir between her legs. Opening an eye she brushed a hand between her legs to see if it was merely one of her sponges which brushed up against her but to see there was nothing but water it surprised her. Though what did suprise her was to feel the little hood of her pleasure button pressing out of its hiding place. Odd to feel that and she let it go without a second thought.<br><br>She had no clue how long she stayed in the water until it grew cold but the smell of pumpkin roused her from her slight sleep. Calista must have dozed off with her thoughts of what would happen tonight. As far as she remembered on her agenda was a event to celebrate the end of winter break where the Miami residents who were out of school for winter had to return. It was sort of a last hoorah before buckling themselves in for the new semester. Stepping out and unplugging the cork from the jacuzzi, Cali slipped into her silk night robe. Clinging to her wet body, she rolled her hair into a messy bun before padding out towards the delish smell of the scones. "I smell the scones but where are they, Jacob? Mmmm, must have scones," she stated as she walked down the hallway and towards the kitchen for her treats.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 04:49:01</strong>
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				While the tea had been boiling Jacob had read the instruction booklet and hooked up her T.V. and home entertainment system. She was as teched-up as a eighteen year-old social butterfly rich girl could be. Jacob produced a plate of scones and tea. Many drinks in the world benefited from a diet compound, tasteless, odorless, colorless, and with no side-effects. Not even allergic reaction. The drawback, it was expensive. Calista could afford it though. <br><br>There was workout equipment too but it would be moved into a spare room tomorrow. Jacob had to keep looking his best but he figured Calista liked having firm lines. He looked at it, "You work out too? He noted that he would probably be sleeping on the couch. The guest bedroom was probably too good for him right now. He had set it up though. It didn't have everything but it had a bed and sheets. He'd also put some nice white silk one's on Calista's bed. His mistress would sleep on a cloud... He looked at her damp body, the robe clinging to her curves. He felt a twinge but dismissed it. Not knowing what it was. <br><br>Jacob returned to his ironing. He was working on some silk nightie, a camisole, and some other things. They got horribly wrinkled but weren't quite dry-clean only. He would tend to himself after mistress. He had to shower and clean his wounds. He took the liberty of cutting on the news so she could read, "Maybe we made the news, Mistress Cali..." he had used it and he would. He wanted to be intimate, thankful. "Anything else at the moment?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 05:10:55</strong>
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				Wow, she was very impressed. She had assumed it would take him another day or so to get herself hooked up to the interweb for her business. The need to be online and hooked up was important to keep track of what she needed to do for the party planning. As far as she remembered on her agenda she needed to find the latest musician to throw into one of the clubs to perform for a small crowd. The crowd had rented out the club to celebrate one of the patron's birthday and the theme was, "Midsummer's Pleasure." Party would be in a few more days and she was invited to join in on the festivities. She had no plans to stay too long merely to visit and congratule the birthday girl and then cut out to her place.<br><br>"I do, I need to make sure to keep those tasty scones off my behind and do not forget to get your room set up," she replied, patting her bottom herself as she snatched up a scone from the plate he had made for her. Taking a bite, she sighed and mewled in pleasure. Yep, Jacob might stick around after all if he continued to take her orders and not run away in fear of her. If there was a concerned she would talk it over with him and try her best not revert to her mother's way of merely sexing a slave until he could no longer walk straight. Nibbling on the scone, Calista watched the way his slave body moved around her home. She asked him to get the gym ready as soon as he wanted since she might be getting her own workout by running around town getting things ready for the party. Good thing she had him around to help with the grunt work or this party plus another job assignment might have made her pull out half of her hair.<br><br>Watching him iron her clothes, she blushed as he ironed a nightie of hers. It had been a splurge of the moment with a see through bra and would have been tight against her skin to showcase her curves and her sexual mons. Would have if she had the decency and the mindset to wear one of those items. She kept it around to remind herself one of these days she would feel confident enough to wear some sexy clothes. At the moment the way her body was it was not going to happen. Calista picked up on being called Mistress but let it slide because he had done absolutely everything she wanted and more to make up for his foolish mistakes earlier. "Oh, goddess, I hope not because it would make my mother happier at my unhappiness," she stated, walking over to change the channel to a soap opera. Two soap female actresses were arguing about being in love with the same male slave. Wow, two females in love with a male slave, how interesting, she thought and asked Jacob's opinion on whether it is allowed for two male slaves to love one another or even fall for the same female. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 05:43:06</strong>
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				Jacob wasn't exactly super house worker but he'd been taught not to waste motion. If he was moving clothes he would bring the router to put back in the bed room or out to the bar around the pool so now the whole penthouse was on wireless and wifi and all the other little thingies he didn't really understand. So he was horribly efficient. "I got your home office set up too." he pointed while she sat watching the weather. He gestured over to the oak desk with the plush rolling chair in the corner. Phone, fax, laptop, wireless printer. It also helped that he could read a few different languages so he didn't have to fish for the English in those stupid little pamphlets.<br><br>While she went on about her diet plans he put the ironing board away and threw her unmentionables into the proper drawer. He could still hear her and he didn't want her to think he wasn't paying attention, still something bugged him... "Maybe I should apologize to your mother, I would hate to be the cause of bad blood..." he said walking back in to get his clothes to put in his room. It was the smallest room in the house save the bath, but he didn't mind. It made him feel cozy. He put his instruments in the corner with his volumes of sheet music. Hanging his shirts and pants and folding his shorts and other things, like undershirts. He had a double-twin bed, linens, a bookcase and a dresser with a mirror. And room to walk. He liked it. <br><br>He was in and about when she answered his question about the news. Reaffirming his question about wanting to make amends with the nymphomaniac mother. He would get the workout things tomorrow, he supposed he was staying home for the greater part of tomorrow to finish his job. Right now his bruises were catching up to him. He sat on the floor in front of where his mistress was sitting, off to the side so her vision remained unobstructed. "I don't know. I heard of man slaves liking other man slaves. Older women like them, from what I managed to hear." he gently began rubbing one caramel colored foot. Working the stiffness out of the joints and getting her to relax more. "I suppose two men could love one woman, not me though..." he added sweetly, concentrating on her tension. "Please relax more, Lady Cali"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 16:41:39</strong>
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				Calista continued to watch the soap opera, fascinated at how the females talked about their love for the male slave. It was tabooish to admit to falling in love with a male slave but people let it slide because of the need to reproducde more females to take on being owners and more males to enslave. However there was no legal standing in court for a male and female to marry one another. Females could marry one another but a female owner and her male slave were not considered a married couple in any state. If for some reason the female were to die in the relationship everything she owned reverted back to her family line while the male slave was left with nothing. Even if the female had no living relatives then it was left in the care of the government. She never knew what happened to the male slaves but she heard rumors the male slaves were sold back or given to the relatives to do with as they wanted. Hell, even heard of extreme cases were it was a double suicide because the pair did not want to be parted in life or in death. When that happened, Calista wondered how loyal and strong the bond was between the male and female to take their own lives in that manner.<br><br>She smiled to hear Jacob had her office set up. After the foot massage, she would slip into her pajamas and get started on the task to book a musician. There were a list of up and coming artists who merely needed a shot in a club to get them started. Cali went so far as to acquire several cd's or flash drives of the bands' music to listen and see if their music would rouse the customers in the club to dance and enjoy themselves. So far she had about five cd's and three flash drives of music from eight bands to listen to. A few of them were rock, others were hip-hop and one or two were opera. The opera ones would be called in when the event thrown was for a company or benefit while the others would be on her first round to listen to. Another reminder to herself and to Jacob in calling back to the musicians to ask if there were anymore songs the bands wanted her to listen before making her final decisions. This usually could make or break a band especially in their self-esteem if one band was picked over another. <br><br>"Apologizing to my mother is like apologizing to a shark. The shark doesn't care if it is coming from a lower station but it is interested in devouring their flesh, Jacob," she explained, shaking her head at her mother's expression if Jacob were to ask forgiveness. Plus even she was on her mommy dearest's bad side for turning the cops away and not handling Jacob in front of her. Her mother had her way of handling slaves and Calista would find a better way to look after her own. Sighing in content at her feet being rubbed, she threw her head back to enjoy the lovely massage. Even when she wore ballet flats the heat of the pavement and the walking around the past couple of days had managed to catch up in the ache of her feet. Cali nodded at the older women enjoying the feminized and homosexual male slaves which she could see worked in case the older women were in menopause, never had a love for sex and needed a companion instead. She glanced down at Jacob's own comment which confused her a bit. She asked him whether he meant being one of the two men in love with the female, only being one man in love with one female and what did he think love was especially since love was not one thing he was taught about in his training.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 19:22:03</strong>
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				Jacob paused. He resumed working her feet into dough as he thought, "One moment mistress." he said, scrunching up his brow, "I can't exactly find the words." he let his hand work the Achilles tendon in her leg, and then the other one. Her calves had to be sore too. It was a minute or two before answering, "I only meant that, I would only ever love you... if it came to that." he said at the end for his own defense, he didn't know if she felt any affection for him. focusing on his massaging. The truth was Jacob could serve another woman, but it would never be the same... he would never be glad at doing it. It was the training. His mental barrier was broken but he still needed emotional attachment, "Love isn't something you can learn I suppose though, but it's not something that can be totally avoided..."&nbsp; <br><br>Jacob massaged his mistress's feet until her program ended, "Should I go turn down your sheets, Lady Cali." he said helping her to her feet. It wasn't good to sleep on the couch. She looked very happy. Though her legs might not work quite as well as she was accustomed to. He still needed to take his own shower but the guest, or in this case the slave bath, off his room it had a toilet as sink a medicine chest and a shower with a sliding door. "What would you like for breakfast tomorrow, Lady." he asked, he planned on cleaning up if she was through for the evening.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 19:33:22</strong>
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				While Jacob worked on finding the right words to her answer, Calista was having a grand old time in having her feet massaged to oblivion. Her muscles screamed in pleasure to be given the proper care. The tendons could have sighed in thankfulness for Jacob's aid. She was a puddle though she needed to keep her mind at the task of the musician to be booked for the party. Cali only had a few more days until the event started and she needed to at least get through four of the bands work before she headed off to bed. There was no rest for the overworked and she needed to overwork herself for the next few hours. "Yes, but it will not be a problem since I do not intend to make you fall in love with me, only to respect and obey me," she commented as she leaned in to look at him. Jacob was a good male toy but love was something that could be avoided if the love was too fragile and too heartwrenching to take. Maybe that was why her mother sold off her father because the love was too much to take.<br><br>Shaking her head, Calista stood up to stretch and feel a few bones pop back into place. "Merely need to make sure everything is set up in my office especially my stereo to play some music," she asked, as she made her way towards the second room near her own bedroom which housed her office. She looked around and pondered the look of where everything was placed and it fit her. Seemed Jacob had thought it through in placing her desk across from the window to let the sun shine in but not let it beat against her laptop and give it a glare. Printer set up right next to her laptop for easy access and the stereo across the room to make herself get a bit of exercise by walking over to turn it on. The thought of breakfast made her wish it was already morning but she had things to get done. "For now, a hot cup of chocolate and I need you to unpack the last box of things which holds the books and music, there should be eight cd's with the words: LISTEN TO NOW!!! In huge black latter."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 19:50:23</strong>
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				"Isn't respecting and obeying love?" he said, that's what he thought it was. That's what he was taught that was all he knew. So to him being ordered around and praised for a job well done? That was his love. Plus if she didn't love him on some level or she wouldn't have taken him back. He smiled. She would come around. He helped her back and went to find the C.D.s and flash drives. <br><br>He looked in the last box it was open in the small area before the living room. He plodded against the carpet. His bruises were really bugging him now. Still he dropped off the things. He also produced his new collar. Black with god trim and the personal information on the outside and on the inside. It was simple but nice. The leather was also softer than the stiff one he'd been wearing. It was also waterproof. "Lady, please change my collar. I promise not to run away again." he said knowing she was probably very upset at least. He waited for her to change them out before going to take a shower. He cleaned and bandaged the worst of the wound and the eye was just a purple ring the swelling was almost totally gone. <br><br>The only thing that remained was to say goodnight to his mistress and go to bed. He stopped on his way back, wearing his pajamas. A tee-shirt with P.J. pants. He headed for the kitchen and mixed up chocolate liqueur. The kind you use in truffles. He had to put it in the fridge tonight if he was going to make hot chocolate. Now it was off to say goodnight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 20:14:40</strong>
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				"That would be honor and devotion but I do not know about making it into love," she answered, trying to figure out the clear defintion of love. Godess, even love had different levels to it. There was eros love or the horny kind that was exhibited in her mother's need for sexual slaves. There was the kind of love between a mother and her daughter. Love between friends. Even love between the elder females to show respect and honor. Now the kind of love that Calista thought was a rare thing was the love between a male slave and a female owner where there were the ones out in the world who wanted to be legally recognized as a couple. She knew there were females out there and their slaves who truly cared for one another but it was a one in a million kind of thing. <br><br>Calista went into her room to quickly change into her pajamas and fluffy slippers before heading back to her office. It was going to be a long night and she needed all the hot chocolate she could consume to keep her going. Coffee was something she hated to the core, the smell and taste not to her liking. Hot chocolate, tea, water and iced tea were her drinks of choice when she did not have a glass of wine here and there. Not to say she was an alcoholic but she drank in social settings, one to three glasses but never more than that. Besides she needed her hand to eye coordination if she had to type out comments on the musicians song choices. Sliding on her black reading glasses, Cali glanced up at Jacob's entrance. Aye, the clothes and collar had arrived while she was away. Perfect, she thought and stood up to change his collar, ordered him to put ice on his eye and warned him to never run away again. Last thing she needed was another episode of him sprinting away and saving him from the female police.<br><br>As her Jacob washed and bandaged himself, Calista managed to get through six songs on the first cd of a band called Distorted Sisters. The band held mostly female musicians with the exception of two band members who were males and in the background. Group had good music but she wondered about the last two songs about hatred towards the social standing. Might not bode well with those who enjoyed the way things were with females as owners and the males as the slaves. Could even cause a controversy if one of the males were the inspiration for this piece. To bring them on, she had to warn the band not to play those two songs or risk the slot. "Mmm, Jacob where is my hot chocolate?," she asked as she noticed he was ready for bed. Funny, she would have guessed him to have her hot chocolate ready for her to consume. Did he mistaken it for something she wanted tomorrow. Though her mind was a bit distracted by the fit of the t-shirt and the pajamas pants. Wow, he looked good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 20:29:06</strong>
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				"It's setting to let the chocolate's flavor come out," he informed her, "I'll go get it it's almost done." he walked out looking as cleaned up as possible he put his old clothes in the hamper and would was them later. He liked the shirt but the small blood stains were going to be tricky. He opened the fridge. Pulling out the bowl he added hot milk and cream to get it to take. The hard part was it had to be stirred in with more hot milk so he used the mixer. When it was done he checked it. Creamy and with a nice froth. Pouring it into a thermos so it would&nbsp; stay hot. He picked up the tray of scones and brought them back to his mistress. He wanted her happy.<br><br>His fantasies about his mistress were quite innocent by most standards. He imagined her topless at most. Images of his head in her lap and her hand combing his hair. Telling him what a good boy he was. How he fulfilled all her wants and needs. His highest ambition of the slave was his mistress to kiss him. Like he'd seen women do to each other or to their slaves. Not the ones with lots of head movement but those long ones under the palm trees. He would like that a lot. <br><br>Jacob felt a little bad at the moment he was caught in the mental image of her latin bottom in those unexpectedly tight P.J. bottoms. Shaking himself he entered the room and put the thermos down. That way her drink would stay piping hot while she worked and there was a lot of it. He waited for orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 20:39:24</strong>
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				Nodding, she looked back towards her window to see Miami come alive as the sun went down. She could see the flashing lights of the clubs, restaurants and even the expensive hotels bathe the city in its opulence. It was amazing to know she lived in this beautiful city though she knew it was time for to see more of the world. A person could not merely live in one place their entire lives and expect to have a rounded perspective on what was happening in the world. She wanted to live her life in different cities, to explore the new food and the exciting night life. Even now she was bursting with excitement at the image of her roaming the streets of Barcelona and speaking in Spain's wonderful language.<br><br>Somehow all of it involved Jacob in the background and it was weird for him to sneak into her dreams in that manner. He was only her male slave for one day and there he was watching her sprint along the streets as he held a box of scones for her. While it confused her to see that, it also made a part of her smile because of how easily he could turn heads in any setting. Strange for her to think about his physique as something to rouse the female in wanting to pet his hair or even ask him what his favorite position was when she had promised herself to be a Mistress in every way but whoring him out to her.<br><br>Crossing her legs, she sat back in her seat to thank Jacob for the scones and even surprised to see her hot chocolate in a thermos. Seemed to be more fitting because of how many hot chocoaltes she went through in a night. Not because she managed to consume them all but everytime she went in for another drink it had cooled down considerably. This way in the thermos, she could pour herself a cup, drink it and then close it to keep the hot chocolate warm until next time she wanted a drink. She snatched a scone from her plate and looked over to Jacob, a reminder popping up in her head. "I need you to make calls to the musicians, here is a list," she stated, pushing a rough draft of three musicians and their numbers on the paper, "and I want you to let them know to send me more songs to get a better understanding of their musical voice. Also, want you to look up on my other laptop various sites to search for renaissance costumes. I need one dress for myself and for you something to fit your stature."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 22:25:26</strong>
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				"Strictly renaissance wear or..." he covered his mouth as he yawned. "Excuse me. Traditional or should I find some more contemporary apparel?" He learned design. Part of him wondered how he'd not turned out an old woman's companion. He scoffed at himself quietly, he was still sort of glad he'd yelled at Calista it helped him let go of all the crap he'd been subjected to. Now he just wanted to make Calista happy. <br>Still it was a night club. He assumed, so finding something with the retro look with a little modern flare might be ideal, a little less poof in the shoulders, "A masquerade?" he asked quizzically following his train of thought?<br><br>She hadn't said he could go to bed, but he would have to expect late nights now. He was a long way away from his old six to ten days, with naps in between to keep him bright eyed for the legions of women that used to ogle him. He let her think about it and went to pick up the phone (a cordless) and the laptop. Nothing said he couldn't sit with mistress and help her. He sat down and used the wireless network he'd set up to look up some costumes while he took the phone and started to dial numbers.<br><br>It was night in Miami this was a musicians working hours. So he was able to get a few of the women on the line and they were screaming in his ear because they'd not been thrown out the door immediately and got to the next tier. Of course he always introduced himself properly, "This is Jacob, Lady Calista Cruz's slave, I'm calling on her behalf... so on and so forth. There were quite a few numbers and Jacob kept turning the laptop around to show her dresses and suits and the like. Waiting for the nod or the shake of her head. Her dark hair framing her gorgeous face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 22:49:39</strong>
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				Shaking her head, she let him know it was in fact a masquerade party but had guessed renaissance was the best type of costume to look at. However if the costumes were not to her liking she informed him to look for other kinds she might want to wear. A hand came out to ruffle his hair a bit in a gesture of him being a good slave to make sure to please Calista. Slowly, she was getting into the role as an owner and he was settling into his own as her male slave. In no time, he would get use to how she ran her life and lived it. "I want something to be sort of alluring but not too much skin to show or making it seem as if I am trying too hard," she replied, nodding to his questions. He was picking up on what she was referring to, a good thing in her opinion.<br><br>"Working late and sleeping in late is what I do almost ninety-nine percent of the time. You are going to have to get use to the new routine as well. You are allowed two naps and recreation time to yourself," she stated and placed the earbuds back to listen to the rest of the first cd. She made notes on her laptop, saving it every few minutes to back it up on her zip drive. If her laptop went down for the count, she had her zip drive to have copy of all of her files to use on any other laptop. A song managed to catch her interest called, 'Chick Habit', which talked about females being in power and for the men to watch themselves around the dominant gender. The way the musician sung about it was upbeat and hitworthy if Calista had anything to say about it.<br><br>Calista glanced over the items shown to her on her second laptop, frowning a bit. A few of the costumes seemed too cheesy or too plain in her opinion. She looked at the costumes over his shoulder, frowning and even pretend gagging to let him know those costumes were hideous. When Jacob came to a page about pirates, she stopped him at the second page of the website. "There, that one, I like the Rock Piratess (http://www.halloweenexpress.com/igwt-pirate-vixen-costume-p-16389.html) for myself and there is even a Rock Pirate (http://www.halloweenexpress.com/igwt-the-rockstar-pirate-medium-adult-costume-p-16407.html) to match the female costume. I like it, not too much but gives a flair of attitude," she commented, ruffling his hair again to give him the thumbs up on locating a website with what she wanted. Jacob deserved a pair of jeans for that remembering she might not have ordered jeans when she had the chance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 23:09:39</strong>
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				Jacob thought something completely different about the female pirate costume, but given his experience it was still very pure. Just her and him kissing by the pool. The only really kinky thing was the costumes. Of course, he thought it was fine, but some people might have thought it was boring as fantasy's went. Still he was happy with the mental image and the hair tossing. It made him feel wanted. To be wanted was nice. <br><br>He would work extra hard for her, he wondered briefly how it was possible for Calista to work past her issues with 'sex' not that Jacob was a scholar on the subject so he dropped it and looked for higher-quality costumes for mistress's party. He found a neat sight with the slightly contemporary versions. They were expensive but they did the trick on breaking from the tacky side of things. <br><br>Jacob yawned again and showed her the most recent offerings. He had just finished getting the musicians on the phone. She had been very kind. However, he didn't like her tone. Still he was polite and hung up, "I'm finished mis- lady, they all said they would send one more song or demo C.D. He stretched and went to hang up the phone. "How many clubs will we be going to?" he asked. She wouldn't leave him home would she?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 23:33:27</strong>
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				Knowing she wanted those two costumes to be ordered, Cali went back to finishing up the rest of the cd's. The second cd was ghastly making her ears ring and her mind wobble with whatever the lyrics were. She had no clue what the female singer tried to yell out through her throat but it sounded and she had an idea it was all garbage. These females called the, 'Trashies', were the trash of the lot she listened to and threw the cd into the little garbage can in her officer. She let Jacob know to call those females and let them know she was not able to book them for the party but be courteous about it. Even if she hated it, she had to be polite about it.<br><br>An eyebrow went up when Jacob clicked to another page without a comment made. A pat to his shoulder and she asked, "Why are you clicking to another page when I showed you what I wanted, Jacob? Turn back the website page, Jacob and order the first two on the website's page, now." Had he been in his own head or something? Was her loss for sleep and time to rest? She ordered him to go to bed after ordering her costume's and make sure he was well-rested for tomorrow. Calista did not need him yawning and stumbling all over the place.<br><br>"Clubs will depend on how you do tomorrow with helping me interview the caterers and the decoration planners," she explained and stood up to stretch. She crossed her arms over her chest to get him to move on with the costumes and head his ass to bed. What an ass he had, she thought as well as nice hands. Damn it, she needed to stop where this was going. Calista could admire her slaves of course but it was one thing to admire and another to partake in the sensual pleasures. Besides, she had pushed herself a bit to show him affection by ruffling his hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 23:53:46</strong>
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				Still in his own little world Jacob looked up and blushed fiercely. It looked as though she was reading his mind and reprimanding him for his naughty thoughts of her. He was beyond feeling torn up about it but each mistake was one lost chance to get a touch or a pet, or... a kiss. He said he was sorry in a sincere tone and hit the back button a few times. Purchasing the costumes. Technically illegal but unless they fingerprinted the computer they'd never know. It was Calista's account. <br><br>He called the Trashies back and told them that he was sorry but no clubs were looking to book them. They swore at him, calling him a whore and a filthy slave. Had that come from his mistress he might slip into a depression, but from this woman he merely thanked her for her time and hung the phone back up. <br><br>Jacob shuffled off to bed. Lying on top of the covers of the softest bed he'd ever slept on. He quickly lapsed into dreams. The only one he remembered was Calista in simple cotton panties and a bra telling Jacob they could nap in her bed, it was softer. Quite benign. Still it put a smile on his face as he kicked the sheets and rumpled them. They would be made in the morning anyways. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 00:08:16</strong>
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				"That is better, Jacob," she whispered when he ordered the costume's. The account was automatically billed to her name and no loss in him purchasing the products since there was no money to be exchanged by hand. To show him he had fixed his mistake, she rubbed his back in a motherly manner as she listened to him call the band back. She did not have to be the one holding the phone to own ear to hear the damn females calling her Jacob a whore and filthy slave. As a result of those dirty whore calling Jacob those foul names without realizing she was right next to him, she would do everything in her power to keep that bad blacklisted from playing in any club. No one called her Jacob any names unless it came from Calista's own mouth.<br><br>Frowning at the phone, she patted Jacob on the shoulder for support. Those little twits had no clue who they were dealing with. Call her man slave names and expect to get anymore calls backs from other clubs? In their fucking dreams. "You did a good job in handling them, Jacob. Proud of you," she whispered as she watched him shuffle off to bed. He really did have a nice ass but she had to keep that comment to herself. No need to pump up his ego or make him assume things were changing. Her body on the other hand begged to differ as she felt a warm sensation between her legs. This was not the time for her body to try and awake itself into arousal.<br><br>Smacking her own hand to take care of the small urges, Calista went right back into work. Earbuds went in and her eyes shut as she took in the music and the lyrics. The way the lyrics sound against anyone's ears was important if the musician tried their best to get their meaning across. If the lyrics were a jumble than no one would get the significance and doze off until another easy lyrical song came on. Eyes closed, she could imagine the meanings of April's band form in her mind's eye. She could see what the female wanted to get across and she smiled at the humor in April's comments about a slave being the only person a female should trust. An interesting concept, one that she wondered could happen between Jacob and herself. Only time would tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 01:27:41</strong>
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				Jacob woke the next morning to find the purple in his eye already giving away to yellow, but that's when bruises were most tender. He washed and changed any bandages. He looked in the mirror and shaved combed his hair. He left his room in another pair of black slacks and a red dress shirt. He left it open this time and wore a black wife-beater under it. He was already adapting to the more average Miami climate. It was a clear, clouded day. it might rain. He got another quick little daydream about massaging Calista's bronze body as the rain fell outside. He smiled genuinely as he moved the rest of the things he hadn't gotten done yesterday.<br><br>Now her whole penthouse was set up, more or less. He took all the boxes out down to the dumpster outback. When he got back he started cooking breakfast. He made rice omelets with lightly battered shrimp. He went to find mistress. He poured some orange juice and went to see if he could catch his mistress in bed. He doubted it still he walked back with the tray. Hoping to coax her out of sleep. He didn't want to walk in on her when she was showering, but that did invoke a new image. Hopefully she wouldn't ask what he was thinking about, if she walked in.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 01:49:24</strong>
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				God, she felt like shit at this moment, Calista thought to herself as she shuffled beneath her bed to get a better spot to curl up in. She spent a good portion of the night and morning to get through a slew of paperwork and music. Emailed assistants and club promoters to see if everything was still greenlighted. By the time she finished her work it had been close to three in the morning when she finally gave into sleep. Cali had wanted to sleep on the couch because of how far away her own bedroom was but she remembered the last time she slept on the couch. Managed to get a crick in her neck which even her personal massause could not work out for a few days after.<br><br>During the night she had removed her tank top leaving herself in a bra and small shorts to keep herself cool. The weather outside seemed to have seeped into her penthouse because she was hot as all can be. Any hotter and she would have slept in the nude but for decency's sake on Jacob's part she managed to hold off on being in her birthday suit. The blanket hung off of her four-posted bedroom and she was close to falling off of the bed because the way she positioned her body. One leg was beneath her while the other was spread out. Arms above her head and her back against the cool sheets. Mmm, sleep was very good to her though the sounds of someone coming in almost broke her beautiful slumber not realizing she was half naked and open to being seen by Jacob.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 02:09:06</strong>
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				Jacob didn't quite understand half naked just clothed and unclothed. Still he loved how her caramel skin looked against her white sheets she was a Latin angel and she was his mistress. He looked at her without shame, but the look was directed at her face and messy hair. Godess he loved his mistress. The way Jacob thought people loved others. The slave way. He felt a warming sensation and twitch in his groin but shoved it aside, his new pants helped hide his private state better. <br><br>He put the tray over her body after her initial get myself in order mode. "Rice omelet with lightly fried jumbo shrimp, and orange juice." he pulled his plate from the tray. He looked at her again. She might not like her own appearance in some ways, not knowing it himself, Jacob though she was what every mistress should look like. Natural, wonderfully natural. Supple curves. A nice flat stomach, despite her own mental protests. Not everything was squared away but something told Jacob she would look this good when her hair started to gray; She wouldn't even need plastic surgery. He gave a genuine smile, one no one ever really saw. It didn't have the right amount of tooth and one lip didn't come equal to the other, but it extended to his green eyes. Even with the yellowing bruise.<br><br>"May... I eat with you?" he said taking his glass. He knew he wasn't allowed to stay in here. Though it couldn't hurt to ask. He liked being in his mistress's presence. He wanted to cuddle up to her and just he didn't know, just cuddle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 02:22:11</strong>
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				Opening one eye, she was thankful for the curtains keeping out the blasted sun from warming her room up even further. However, when she let the same eye to see who else was in her room, she hurriedly rushed to cover herself up. "Mmm, next time knocking will help in case you ever find yourself seeing a naked Lady around here," she explained as she wrapped part of her white sheet underneath her arms. Satisfied with covering herself up from further embarassment, she took a look at Jacob.<br><br>Jacob looked really good. He cleaned up better with the new clothes on his toned and muscled body. Damn, she started to feel her nipples pebble beneath the sheet. Naturally, she crossed her arms over her chest to hide the daming evidence and let her eyes flicker towards the standing tray of food over her lap. Mmm it not only smelled good but when she took a bite of the omelet it was heavenly on her tongue. Jacob was going to make her plushier than she already was. She could feel the weight packing on her thighs now as she had another morseling bite. Even Jacob's smile made her slightly wary as if he knew what was going on with her body and what she had been thinking of a few minutes ago. <br><br>Biting on her lower lip, she took a another glance to see if there was anything to warrant concern from his question. He had done the task of making her breakfast and seemed to have slept well enough. The bruise on his eye was slowly healing which was what was needed to happen for the party in two days. No use in bringing Jacob to escort her to the masquerade if he looked like he had been scrap fighting with another male slave. Nodding, she gave him permission to eat with her if he pulled up a chair next to her bed. Not about to let him eat on the bed with her anytime soon but it let him know she was starting to be comfortable with his presence in her room. "Did you do what I asked and slept as much as you could?," she questioned before she took a sip of her orange juice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 02:37:28</strong>
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				"Mm-hm." he said nodding, "I did mistress..." he let it slip again but he couldn't help it he was enamored with her and wasn't as if anyone was around. He ate a shrimp as he took his seat. At least he could get into the bedroom. That was just one place he could be with his lady. Goddess he wanted to kiss her, so badly. <br><br>Still he finished his food and left for a brief stint to put them in the sink for later. "When you're done I can give you a massage." he put in hopefully, "Or I'll just go work out and for a swim. He had cut the bedrooms T.V. on so she could catch the weather. There was an announcement for the slave games of the greater Florida area. Jacob bristled with excitement. This was one of the things he trained his life for. He could do it. Plus there was prize money and other things. He wanted to enter they were next month. Though the newswoman giving a lusty smirk at the swimming slave probably turned Calista off to the idea. <br><br>The male who one became the must-have slave, and to a certain degree a sex symbol but the same things happened to female athletes. So why not. He would still help her with her business but they only came around twice a year.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 02:47:15</strong>
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				"Good, would not want you falling asleep on the job and hurt yourself," she replied, smiling at him as she took a few more bites. She caught him calling her Mistress once more and she had to look away. Why did it feel more than a mere title to her? To her it felt as if he was calling her his lover or his love in that manner especially the way he looked at her. It had to be those trashy romance novels she had read and her subconscious was playing tricks on her. <br><br>Yes, her subconscious was imagining Jacob feeding her the food and leaning in to lick away the drops of ketchup from the corner of her mouth. The damn subconscious thought of him leaning in to kiss her and whisper Mistress before pushing her onto her back and covering her body with his. Same subconscious which whispered into her head to lean up and pop his male slave cherry. Goddess, what was she doing? She was acting like a horny teenager who could not get enough sexual satisfaction. My Goddess she needed to get a grip and even a cold shower to wash away these erotic thoughts. <br><br>The sound of the television playing its latest news managed to break hold of the dirty images and she frowned at what the newswoman was explaining. Hmm, the Olympic Slave Games, happened twice a year and there were usually prizes and awards given for various events. She remembered Jacob's feat to run as far as he could from her yesterday and imagined him running down a track in running shorts and sweating and looking good and sexy and...oh god, she was starting up again. Stop, she told herself as she took a deep breath and a drink of her glass to answer Jacob's question. She said yes to the massage on her shoulders and would think about it but was leaning towards a yes on the games. "I want to see you kick ass and take names later if I sign you up for it, Jacob."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 03:01:52</strong>
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				Jacob doubted he could bring home any metals but this was just a regional thing. He would just have to see if he could win something for his mistress. He smiled he knew that phrase but he couldn't remember where... oh he sneaked into movie night one time heard it and got the life beat out of him for disobeying.<br><br>Still he would give it his all. Might as well try to stick to his strengths, martial arts and track and field. He profusely thanked her for even considering it and waited for her to finish her breakfast before taking the tray and moving it away so she could get her massage. She sat back toward him and he began to rub his shoulders, "I'll win something," he assured her, though what would she do with the money. Madam Cruz might cut her off but Jacob doubted it. Calista was her only link to not being a sex-starved woman who was aging too fast. Plus she had all her dreams to push on her daughter.<br><br>Jacob knew about that. He would make his mistress proud, if she had the slave who one something in regional competitions she wouldn't have to come to mom every time. He was sure Cali was trying but it was hard to get out from under someone who wanted everything for you but not everything that you wanted for you. He had to be sold into a life of slavery to escape his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 03:33:04</strong>
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				Aww, he looked like an eager little puppy wanting to fetch the stick and bring it back to her. Now she was excited to see him perform knowing she would fill out the application along with a photo of him to the slave games committee to register his position in the games. Remembering his attributes, martial arts and track/field would be his major accomplishments. For her merely to see him running his tanned and firm thighs down the track would please her so. Please her? Goddess, she really needed to stop thinking in this manner. She was not her mother's child nor would she ever be like her mother.<br><br>Getting herself ready for her massage, she sighed in relief. He was a master with his hands even if it was callused it worked to knead out the unecessary knots from her back. Frowning, she reached back to unclasp her bra not wanting it to get in the way of the massage she was getting. Hopefully Jacob would not bug out and go blushing on her. If he did it might even make her feel a bit better with her body but she was not always going to be midway naked to get a rise out of him. "I have faith you will, Jacob. Even thought it has been two days, I am proud to have you as my slave," she said in a small whisper.<br><br>She was proud of Jacob. He had overshadowed the doubts she had when she bought him. Yes, he had yelled and made her weepy a bit but he had managed to break down a wall between them. Sure, he was a bit shy about things and could easily get upset but it showed he was not going to be a hard ass slave to decipher. It was in his face where she could tell if he was lying to her or not. "Go a bit lower, my lower back is killing me," she asked, leaning forward to give him room to handle her muscles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 03:54:01</strong>
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				He worked the knots out of her muscles. He was happy to help her and when she unclasped her bra he blushed horribly and there was a skip in his massaging but he got the rhythm back, and he did try to peak a look at what was under the bra. He couldn't help it, it was mistress, he loved mistress, and he'd always been curious. He rubbed her neck and tried to look over her shoulders, and caught just a glimpse of darkness that wasn't the regular colored skin. He quickly felt ashamed and stopped.<br><br>Part of his shame came from being told she was proud of him. A good slave wouldn't be peeping on his own mistress when she trusted him not to. Suddenly his kissing fantasy didn't seem so innocent anymore. Now that he looked. She had made it very clear she wasn't his mistress for bedroom games.&nbsp; He let her lay across her bed so he could reach the lower back.<br><br>Of course, this didn't really help his situation it gave him an exquisite view of herr butt in shorts. The curve of the small of her back her caramel skin was exposed to him and he almost couldn't stand it. If he knew he would have tried to explain that people didn't have to have sex all the time, but Jacob didn't know any of it and it was useless. She was going to have to come to that conclusion on her own. If she ever did. Jacob wasn't stupid and he knew all the 'naughty' parts of a woman and he knew not to touch, but he was finding it very hard. He focused on her lower back and got awfully close to her bottom. Big, thick raindrops started hitting the glass of the penthouse and a heavy rain followed soon after. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 04:12:02</strong>
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				Removing her bra was a good thing to her. She had small C cup breasts and though the age of her body was not making her sag, she wore a bra to keep her breasts looking high and mighty. To be rid of the bra and the underwire which usually poked itself into her sides was a damn relief. "Oh, Jacob that feels really good," she moaned out as she let her head fall back onto her shoulders. She should have remembered her breasts would have arched out because of this move. But the damn massage was so good she could really give a flying monkey about it.<br><br>Lying down on her bed, it made her shiver when she felt the cool sheets press against her hard nipples. Hard nipples? What the hell? She had not realized her nipples had strained. Must have been the cool air hitting her breasts when she removed her bra. Sure, that was it and her mother was celibate. She needed to get it together or figure out what to do with these sexual desires. It was nothing that she could not control but it would make her look like a hypocrite to make Jacob do anything when he had no clue what sex was. Could she start some experimenting a bit with Jacob and make sure there was no penetration of sexual organs?<br><br>With that thought in mind, she thought she would try a little test to see if Jacob was interested as well. Goddess only knew the things he had to do for her, she doubt he would be up for sexual foreplay. "Jacob since we are not heading off to the beach today, you can continue with the massage but please remove my shorts. I want a massage on my thighs and want nothing in the way. Beneath he would see she wore no panties with the little shorts to bed. She was practically putting her own confidence and sexuality on the line to see if he might be interested into intimacy. Intimacy, goddess she must be whacked out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 04:31:19</strong>
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				He blushed again. He was going to bruise again just from the blood flow in his face. Her shorts? This was all happening a lot faster than he thought it would. But, he-- he had to do as he was told she lifted her butt up so he could reach the shorts without much movement but the cute little pert pose didn't soothe his thoughts at all. He slid the tight shots off. Needless to say her delightful butt was better than he ever thought it would be. Oh Goddess, he couldn't focus.<br><br>Massage... massage her before she realizes your ogling her like the angel she was. He wrapped his hands around her thigh and rubbed it. He was so close to what was between her legs he couldn't stand it. He couldn't touch, he couldn't touch! He moved to the other thigh, grazing her butt in the process. She didn't seem to notice. Like she waiting for something. He moved back and touched it again. She didn't seem to notice. He decided to focus on the thighs and stop his tentative touches. <br><br>Still he couldn't focus, was mistress trying to say she was ready for bedroom games? He knew she was just scared she wouldn't have bought him if she didn't want to at least try the 'games' she would've gotten one of the homosexual slaves. He had caused trouble though. He worked his hands dangerously close to her womanhood. It was obvious what he was trying to do...&nbsp; <br>The sensation in his pants was visibly evident in his pants even with the custom tailoring...<br>He could just see the outrage on mistress's face he thought she would turn over and slap him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 04:47:47</strong>
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				Calista lifted her butt up to get her shorts off of her, feeling the cool air hit her between her legs. Goddess, that felt good but she knew it was so wrong. So very wrong to do this to Jacob. What was she doing? She mut be some sort of crazy female for one day to tell him no sex and then now because of the environment of it only being the two of them she was being whorish. Goddess, she bet he was praying that she did not ask him to touch her sexually.<br><br>Yet the thought of his hand brushing against her inner core brought a slight shiver to her body. She mewled at the touch of one callused hand against her butt. Goddess, she fucking mewled like a cat being petted. Calista was going to go to Mistress hell for this. This was so wrong but it felt oh so good. Wicked even as she bit down on her lower lip when he started to massage her thighs. She took a peek over her shoulder and was slightly aroused to see the strain of himself through his tailored pants. Goddess, goddess, goddess, she was going to hell for this. <br><br>Alright, she had some sort of decision to make. Either she stop what was happening now and tell him to forget this happen or she could start something and think about the consequences later. Her inner wild child screamed for her to try something fun and crazy in her life. She knew when to stop if things got to be too much and she would order Jacob to stop if her own hands were roaming over his hard and thick body. Fuck, just thinking of hard and thick made her remember his massive sexual organs. With the decision in her mind, she turned her head to look back at Jacob. "Jacob, come here," she whispered as she crooked a finger for him to lie down next to her and stroke her breasts. To give him further incentive, she turned onto her back, blushing at him. Goddess, please don't make him turn away and run in fear. If he did that, she would surely burst into tears and hide her desires from him forever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 05:01:18</strong>
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				The gesture was not lost on Jacob he crawled across the bed.&nbsp; He took his dress shirt off. His pants were taut and he had just a small amount of sweat on him. He was as happy as a slave could be. He was finally being let in to his mistress's soul, into her love. He could tell. Maybe more had happened when he yelled at her. A connection. <br><br>He nuzzled against her neck when he reached her. He cautiously reached out for her breasts but stopped, he looked into her big chocolate eyes and saw the fear his stopping caused. Putting a hand on her stomach he pushed his head up to hers and kept his lips fractions from her own, tan, full... without asking without thinking he kissed her, he reached his goal, and it looked like she'd set some more for him too. It was a short little thing somewhere between a peck and a smooch. <br><br>Jacobs hand slid from her stomach to her breasts. They were pert and cute. Not as dark but he didn't care. He was with mistress what more could he want. "Mistress..." he whispered before massaging her naked chest. The breasts surprisingly firm. "I want you to know..." he said, "You're nothing like your mother, you don't take you share..." he said...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 05:14:17</strong>
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				Calista had really thought he would be mortified and run out of the room in shock. She had told him yesterday that she had no need for sex but she felt something with Jacob. Not to say it was love but it was affection. Something inside of her wanted to nurture and look after Jacob but she wanted him to watch over and take care of her as well. Goddess when he removed his shirt, her breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess above must have broken the fucking mold when she made this male slave for Cali. Maybe in a past life she had done some good to deserve this. <br><br>Mewling again, she looked into his own eyes, unsure of wheather he hesitated because he was not wanting this. Ready to tell him to forget about this, she was caught unawares by the kiss. She had not asked him to kiss her but she forgot that thought at the electricity she felt at the slight kiss. Calista wanted more but she would wait and not let herself rush ahead of things. First was the kiss and caressing of her breast. After that, maybe being able to stroke his torrid hung...sweet Goddess she needed to stop that.<br><br>"Oh, Jacob," she whispered, biting down on the corner of her lip. Blushing at his words, she shook her head. She did not want to ruin this small moment by talking about her mother. What she wanted was to continue what was going on with his hands on her breasts. Her nipples peaked against his fingers, a testament to be touched further. Her own hands went to stroke his chest and neck, groaning. "Jacob, kiss me again..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 05:26:40</strong>
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				Jacob moaned. She wanted him to. She wanted him to. He leaned in and kissed her lips once more. Holding his lips to hers like he'd seen slaves and mistress's do or two women. His hand found the little peaks of her nipples and he touched them. Rubbed them. It didn't seem fair for him to be clothed. She'd never seen him naked either. He slipped his pants off along with his boxers. He hesitated, would she laugh at him, some women he heard through rumor laughed at some men when they were naked. <br><br>He trusted his mistress though, he stripped his pants off and threw them with his shirt. He was naked before her. He took his place back with her. He nuzzled her holding her close to him. He took the submissive position. He explored her, now it was her turn to explore him. Every inch whatever she wanted. He reached out and kissed her breasts, why not. He could kiss her why not her body. <br><br>He was her's though, he didn't know much beyond kissing. It was his mistress's job to teach, and his to learn. "I'm want to be with you, no matter what..." he said to her putting a hand on her stomach. Flatter than she would lead people to believe. The rain thrummed on. Thunder rolled over the sky.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 05:38:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted him to. Calista wanted him to kiss her and when he kissed her, she felt those same electric shocks go from her lips to the rest of her. Her body hummed as if it were a car turned over or turned on at this moment. Fuck, he had good hands, she said to herself as she arched her breasts closer to his callused hands. This would be a new thing for him to do. Jacob's new task was to massage her breasts as much as she could stand it. <br><br>"Oh, wow," she whispered at his unclothed himself. The pictures must have gotten his size wrong because he looked much larger than the photograph. Her inner thighs tingled at the image of him plunging between her legs but she would save that request for a later time. Everything was in due time and nothing to be rushed. Calista would enjoy these first time being intimate with Jacob but not rush everything into one day. That was her mother's way and Calista had a different outlook on sex. Sex and anything intimate should be slow and steady. Slow and steady won the race or was it fast and hard. Hard...oh god, just that word alone brought her eyes to glance down at his massive erection.<br><br>Jacob was killing her softly with his lips and hands. "Jacob...oh, yes," she groaned moving her breasts from his mouth before she begged him to suck and nip at her nipples. Her own hands started at his face, her fingertips gliding over his lips and then into his hair. His hair, it felt as soft as she had guessed it might be. "Why do you want to be with me, Jacob? In what sense do you think you want to be with me," she asked, looking down where he placed his hand. If the next time they were together and had sexual intercouse, she would ask him to wear a condom. The risk of bearing a child was something Calista did not want to go through. She had seen females who had given up their sons and though it was the law to give them up, there were at least a few who cried in despair for their lost children. A hand came down to cup the fullness of his sac needing to hear him explain himself. "Tell me why you would give yourself to someone who has no clue about being a true Mistress?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 05:50:15</strong>
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				He roamed her body with his hands, they never moved past her breasts. He nuzzled and kissed her over and over. He moved against her making sure he touched her with every inch of his body he could. Maybe he was moving a little to fast but he was eager to please. He lay with her for the longest time before she asked him her questions. <br><br>Something told him that, because I love you would be enough she was looking for more. He stroked her hair, he looked into her eyes, he kissed her. He was looking for the words. Why did he want her, he decided to to start off like he knew how. "Because you are my mistress, and I love you..." he kissed her on the lips long and slow.<br><br>He wasn't through though, he rolled over so he could look at her. Her chocolate eyes. "I can't imagine being with any other mistress but you. I can't imagine doing anything with any other mistress, I can't imagine serving another woman but you." he screwed up, he said woman. No man called a woman a woman, they were mistress or madame or ma'am. Oh dear Goddess, he let it slip. He saw her as a woman not just a mistress. To his credit though she did make him skip when she caressed his sack.<br>"I-- you are a wonderful mistress, because you forgave me. After all I did you could have let them take me off and probably gotten what you payed back but you didn't. That's you, your character. I love that." he kissed her one last time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 06:00:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She let herself touch him as much as she could. Once she felt the weight of his sack in her hand, she started to stroke his long and thick members. Goddess if she thought about putting it inside her it would have ripped her in two but she would have deliciously been filled and stretched to capacity. Her sex quivered in response to the thought of having him inside of her. Everything about him was alluring to her and she wondered if it was natural.<br><br>He loved her? How could he love her in two days? Did he know what love truly meant? "Please, Jacob, love cannot be that fast. I rarely even say it to my mother," she whispered and kissed him back but hearing him say those words brought a flutter to her chest. She had no clue what it was but she was not going to go deeper into thinking about it. Wrapping an arm around his back, she looked into his eyes, wondering what he was thinking. <br><br>A hand squeezed around his torrid sex organ to let him know she would not condone being called woman. Sounds too degrading to her to hear that. "Please Jacob, you know I would forgive you because there was something inside of you that at least made me give a chance on you. Love, wait it out because it could merely be infatuation," she whispered as she kissed him again and again to get him to forget she had not said those three words back to him. She would not say those words to please him, Cali would only say those words if she truly meant that. Another hand came down to stroke him, wanting him to feel a bit of pleasure out of this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 06:13:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob only smiled she could think what she wanted, but if it wasn't love why did he have the funny feeling in his heart, why couldn't he breathe? It wasn't because she was stroking his sex, that made it feel good but not his heart. She was wrapped around him. He liked being in her embrace. Oh Goddess he loved it. Her body pressed against his. Sharing a sweet intimate moment. He felt that her armor was tearing away. That maybe he grow on her.<br><br>He could wait... maybe she was right, maybe it was a crush he'd heard about those, well this seemed more than a crush. He hoped he was showing her that they could be like this without having sex, without tearing him up every five minutes. That they could be together on rainy days with nothing better to do, maybe nights she didn't have to work <br><br>He kissed her and nuzzled against her bosom and worked on a nice rainy day nap. His hand drifted to her sex, why should he be having all the fun? "We can just be like this..." he whispered up to her. He was happy being her toy. Though she was right. He was going to fast, this was the only intimate connection though, he would guard it and protect it not matter what. He didn't know if he could bare to lose it. The storm raged on. He massaged her sex as he closed his eyes. He had his mistress in all her beauty and he was happy as could be. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 06:23:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Calista was glad to see him relaxed and calm about her desire for him to think it through on the love thing. It surely had to be a lust crush or something of the sort. Love could not come around in merely two days' time. She even guessed her mother's own type of love for her father had been slow and steady. Maybe that was the reason her mother was a sexual monster because it made her forget the fact she had given birth to someone who had been with her for a year. The rest of her slaves barely made it now through a month but with Jacob she would keep him around until she made her final decision to leave for Spain.<br><br>A hand worked his sex while the other lazily stroked his back. This was nice, it was nothing rush and nothing that went against her. Merely two people, a female owner and her slave sharing a cuddling session. No sex was forced upon and she liked his body covering her own. Made her feel safer, more content. <br><br>"Oh, Jacob, yes," she groaned knowing he would feel how wet she had become between her legs. The little clit of hers peeked out through its hiding spot and everytime Jacob brushed his knuckles against it a shock went into her stomach. As the storm raged on outside, inside they were in their own world. No one to interrupt this moment. All they had in this time was one another in each other's arms. Spreading her legs wider, she let one of his leg fit in between her thighs. She wanted him to rest on her, to let him have his weight on her body and feel comforted by him being around. Calista mewled and released her hold on his member but she licked her fingers of the slight drops of precum which emerged on the slit. "Have a nice nap, Jacob," she whispered before wrapping her arms around his shoulder and settling into a nap, her hips moving of their accord against his hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 06:35:17</strong>
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				Jacob was glad he nodded off after nuzzling and kissing her one last time barely making out sleep well. The way she skillfully worked his sex, hell even unskilled he was so easy he would have made a mess on the bed sheets. He lazily licked her own juice from his knuckles before falling into a deep contented sleep. <br><br>He had no dreams his dreams were all right there on the bed. Jacob was sure that he had secured his place in mistress's bed if not naked. He was warm and happy against her. Though this session had probably thrown off her work schedule. Something told him she didn't mind. The Miami air grew cold with the storm and Jacob felt himself pull the silks sheets over himself and his mistress as they slept. <br><br>He took solace in the fact that he would be there when she woke up. He was halfway on top of her and she wouldn't stir without waking her slave to her whims whatever they maybe. Before he went back to sleep he thought of what more seductive P.J.s she would wear to bed now. He would make sure she got to bed. He had a hard enough time working her knots out when she slept on a bed. He worried about his mistress's stress. But sleep soon took those thoughts. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 06:44:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Calista dreamt of wonderful things. One of Jacob wrapping his arms around her and spooning from behind in bed. He would whisper words to her in the different languages she knew and he would kiss her shoulder. She hoped he did not think she was using him for sex. No, of course not. There were various things she enjoyed about his personality, one of which had been his Irish pride. Damn, Irish were the ones to attract her attention, she said in her sleepy head.<br><br>Work could wait but this nap with Jacob was well worth the extra hours she would put in to make up for it. Plus the caterers were not due to her Penthouse for another few hours along with the decorations staff. Yes, the two of them had the penthouse to themselves for a good three hours. She wanted to put those three hours into snuggling and being in bed together. <br><br>Wiggling beneath him, she smiled at feeling the press of his erection against a thigh. "Mmm," she murmured before she let herself fall back asleep. Sleep came easy to her though she wondered if she could come easy beneath Jacob's fingers. Since had knowledge of playing the piano, he was damn good at working his magical hands along her body. Mmm, she would ask him to play her like he would a piano and bring a high note out of her later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 06:53:47</strong>
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				Jacob woke rubbing his eyes he kissed his Latin goddess and slipped away. Covering her with the warmed silk sheets. The storm had died but the sky was overcast. He picked up the room and slipped his boxers and wife-beater back on. Pants could come later. Jacob imagined his mistress walk around the house in those panties that looked too small but were just form fitting. <br><br>He washed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher for the sanitary reasons. He straightened things up and went back for his pants. Slipping them on he slipped his wrinkled dress shirt on. He heard a knock at the door and he went to look through the peephole. It wasn't the people Calista was expecting, it was the Cuban barbie herself, in something other than a bikini thank Goddess. <br><br>Jacob ran back to the master bedroom, "Mistress you have to wake up. Your mother is outside and isn't going away!" he wined. He didn't like her mother, you don't like the people who have it orchestrated to beat the crap out of you. No matter how justified she was by the law. Still he started collecting her mistress's underclothes as she stirred. "Get dressed." he whined again. He began to look through her closet for a quick fix. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 07:03:39</strong>
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				"Wha? My mother?," she asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She could not believe her mother was here. Goddess she needed one day away from her mother. This was the reason why she wanted this penthouse to get out from her mother's watchful eyes. Glancing down at herself, she could smell of her own fluids and could taste his precum on her tongue. All she wanted was some peace and quiet. Give her peace and she would give them back quiet. <br><br>She snatched her clothes from his hands, telling him to go to his room and stay there. If her mother brought back up she did not want Jacob anywhere near her to protect him. Combing her hair into a messy ponytail, Calista spritzed herself with a citrusy perfume as she headed out into the hallway. "Go to your room and stay there until I tell you so," she ordered of him. She blew him a kiss to get him to go faster as she made it to the front door. Peeking through it, Jacob was correct in seeing her mother through the peephole. Thank goodness there was no cops but only her sex slave from last night.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to greet her mother. Her mother brushed on by with an air kiss and her slave followed behind. "I heard you kept the little ingrate," were her mother's first words. There was no asking how she faired or if she woke up alive. Nope, wanted to get to the heart of her visit to Calista's penthouse. Crossing her arms, Cali took another deep breath before she asked her mother to leave the penthouse and to leave the subject alone. "I want you out of the house if all you are going to do is bitch about Jacob," she stated.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 07:16:46</strong>
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				Jacob went to his room and listened he strained to here the conversation going on in the living room. If anyone could explain his situation to the irate matron. In her own perverse way she was just looking out for her daughter. Jacob put his ear to the wall, but the walls of the penthouse were thicker than he would've thought.<br><br>Still he made out bits and snatches. He felt so bad for his mistress, if it wouldn't have been disobeying he would have swallowed his fear and confronted the matron and apologize. He didn't want any bad feelings between Calista and her mother, especially not over him. Jacob was sure if she could explain that he was just frustrated and scared and lost. <br><br>He finally gave up trying to listen and hoped she wouldn't break down his door. He went to his bed and sat on the edge. Not knowing what else he could do. He wasn't there with his mistress, he always felt like he had to protect her but she was always protecting him. The cops, now. It was so strange. Jacob didn't dare look out to see if it was all said and done. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 19:27:20</strong>
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				Calista's mother gasped and turned to look at her daughter. Her daughter was kicking her out of the penthouse? She was merely trying to see if the little monster had tried to murder her daughter. A given she waited a few hours but she still would have come around. What had gotten into her daughter? Maybe the little runner, she thought wryly. <br><br>Rubbing her forehead, Calista walked over to the front door and opened it. She wanted her mother out and wanted her out now. "Did you not hear me? I want you to leave now," she stated, narrowing her eyes at her mother. Her mother gasped again but it only made her roll her eyes at her. Dramatic Kalista was another nickname Calista had for her dearest mother. She did not blink when her mother threatened to renounce her check for Jacob. How could Calista pay to keep him now? Calista yawned and informed her that she made an email last night along with a wire transfer to Madame Donahue to pay her the million in case her own mother bounced the check. Calista had it all figured out in case her mother tried anything of the sort. She was no fool.<br><br>Her mother cursed and demeaned her daugther's existence, spatting she took after her father. "Really, mother? Then why the fuck will you not tell me who he is? Yes, I know he is a slave but give me the courtesy to at least know if he is alive or buried in an unmarked grave!," she spat out, her mother blanching at her daughter's words. Without a response, her mother left through the open door with her slave who looked as if he knew he would get the brunt of her mother's fury. Right now, Calista was angry as well. Her mother knew bringing out the father card was her weakness and yet she let her mother get to her like that. Slamming the door, she pressed her forehead to the wood and screamed in rage at the knowledge that her father could be out there serving someone who was not her mother.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 19:54:20</strong>
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				Jacob emerged as he heard the slam. He wasn't going to let anything bad happen to his mistress. Despite what she'd ordered him to do. When he came out though he just saw her propped against the door. Jacob made his way to her and wrapped his arms around her in a hug, "Mistress, I don't claim to know what goes on between you two, but I wouldn't want you to grow apart just because of me." he said nuzzling his face against her neck.<br><br>"I never knew my parents." he gave a dry laugh, "I don't even know if I have parents." it was very seemly he'd just been an artificial insemination. Probably a slave and a model, ideal woman. He tightened his hug. "If I had parents," and what he meant was if he was allowed to have parents, "I wouldn't compromise it for anything." he sighed, "Not even for me."<br><br>He really wanted his mistress on good terms with her mother. He'd screwed up but neither of them could stay mad at each other forever, "Just think about it." he kissed her shoulder. Not wanting to let her go. The people Calista was actually expecting should be there soon enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 20:15:00</strong>
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				Sighing, she leaned into Jacob's embrace, scrunching her forehead in thought. "We have always been this way, Jacob. It will never change and it is not always because of how I kept you around," she replied, reaching back to stroke his hair. He was a good slave though he went against her orders to stay in his room. At least he had not broken it while her mother was in the penthouse with her. It would have made her mother stay longer and even berate Jacob for his foolishness.<br><br>How to go about explaining to Jacob that his mother could be out there but merely had to give him up because he was a male? "Better to go without parents than having them screw you up," she whispered. It was a hard thing to break it to him but she would keep those thoughts to himself. If he had no parents to remember it would make it easier for him to not regret the what-if's or imagine how something could be said differently to them. <br><br>She turned her head to kiss his bicep, enjoying the comfort of his arms around her. It was nothing sexual but it was nice to have someone hold her without wanting sex in return. "I will think about it but not going to change things, understand that my mother is set in her ways and will continue to harass me about my own," she explained, turning in his arms to look into his eyes. She needed to take a shower before the caterers and decorations arrived, asking Jacob to turn on the hot shower for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 20:38:56</strong>
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				Jacob let his hand trail over her hips when he pulled away to do as she asked. Making his way down the hall he thought about what she said, hee was past the point of thinking that everything his mistress said and did was flawless, but she made sense. Did Calista think that she was screwed up? He hoped not. He really truly did.<br><br>He started her shower up and put a clean washcloth in the shower as the water heated up. There was already soap and shampoo. He took down one of her many robes for her to wear afterward, making his way back to the living room he told her it was all ready. He gave her hand a small squeeze and smiled. There was no point in being sad about her mother, and she shouldn't be either. He wanted her happy. <br><br>When she left to take her shower he laid out a small tray of snacks and drinks for the guests. Done, he sauntered back to his room and picked up his violin case, heading back to the living room he sat on an ottoman and tuned it, before starting in on a song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUMcDl7zioI&amp;feature=related) he picked from his memory. Waiting for mistress to finish.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 20:51:30</strong>
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				Smiling at his hands against her hips, she chewed on her lower lip. The image of Jacob lying on top of her during their nap came to mind as she made her way down the hall after he set up her shower for her. She would forget about her mother's interruptions and deal with what she had on her agenda today. No need to think about the hurtful and sad past of hers nor let her mother's words take over her again. She had a slave to think about and there was no use in making herself look weak in front of her. Calista was a strong female and not a little girl who yearned for her father's smile or to let her know her mother was protecting her. <br><br>Undressing and stepping into the shower, Calista let the water pound itself into her skin. She had a meeting to be ready for. The caterers would be here to bring a list of appetizers, main courses and deserts for her to choose from. She would even sample a few of their smaller dishes to get a taste of their cooking style. ONe of the perks of her job she mused to herself as she rubbed the shampoo and conditioner into her hair. As she washed her hair, she thought of how Jacob had been to her in the few moments when she was angry at her mother. No, she was not going to think about her mother but how Jacob was there to keep her levelheaded when the thought of smashing a few things in her penthouse came to mind. If he had stayed in his room, she might have torn her living room apart in rage and he would be left cleaning up the mess before the caterers arrived.<br><br>"Oh, Jacob," she whispered as she slipped out of the shower and into her shower robe. Hurriedly, she made her way towards her bedroom to dress herself. Calista poured herself into a pair of dark jeans, layered henley shirt with a red tank top beneath and slipped her shoes into black pumps. Her hair went up into a high and tight bun, hairspraying the bun to keep it in place. Since this was a business meeting, she made up her face with blushes, mascara, eyeshadow and lip gloss. Looking at herself in the mirror she looked like a female businesswoman and wondered how Jacob would take it. Damn she needed to rely on her own opinions than on others, she told herself as she headed outside to see how Jacob was fairing. Hearing the violin playing she stopped to look at him and smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 21:04:48</strong>
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				Jacob let the last notes of the song fade out and he put his violin away. He probably had other things to do and playing violin wasn't one of them. He actually couldn't wait for the baby grand to get here but understandably it was going to take it a few days. He buttoned his shirt up, ready to present the dutiful slave. He was one after all wasn't he. When he put the ottoman up he saw his mistress and smiled, there was a knock at the door as well. "They're here I believe." he went to get the refreshments. Nothing really beyond crackers and water. There would be food already this was a catering call.<br><br>He walked over to her and wanted to kiss her but he settled for telling her she looked gorgeous. He went to get the door. No woman with a slave ever got her own doors. Except when the circumstances warranted it. Like with Ms. Kalista. He opened the door and greeted the caterers and saw them in, introducing his mistress, as Lady Calista. Shutting the door quietly behind them he took his place behind his mistress.<br><br>Jacob was just there to please, though even with everything going on today he might still have his fantasy come true. The one where mistress said he could join her in her bed. There was no sex in the fantasy but her clothes had become considerably more skimpy than a standard bra and panties. This time there was a thong. He smiled to himself and watch the proceedings. They would take an hours or two he supposed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 21:17:16</strong>
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				Calista clapped her hands at Jacob's violin skills. She wanted to see how he would be with the saxophone and if he could throw out even a few musical notes on the piano once if and when it arrived from the shop. Looking him over, he looked sharp and crisp though memories served her correctly he looked much better without clothes. He looked even better when he laid on top of her and kissed her and...damn. Calista took a mental grip on herself and nodded for Jacob to let the caterers into her home. She made the formal introductions of kiss on the cheek and thanking the caterers for coming by this afternoon.<br><br>"Thank you Michelle, I do appreciate your trip to my home," she said to the head caterer, Michelle who had brought along her male assistant and slave, Conrad. Conrad looked like a Viking from the history books when males and females were fighting for the right to own the other. A blonde, pale, blue-eyed statue which hovered over Michelle with the bags of sample dishes he brought on the behalf of his Mistress. Michelle gave curt orders and Conrad went about removing the dishes from the bag and placing them on the glass table in the living room. Calista glanced over her shoulder and ordered Jacob to bring plates, utensils and four glasses, two of wine and two of water. <br><br>Turning back to Michelle, she chatted a bit with her concerning the list of dishes for the event. Since it was a masquerade ball, it would be best to serve smaller portions. Crepes, torts, even mini scones and desserts would be best. "No person would be able to go through a full meal but we do have a second level for those who want to engage in dinner conversations with one another. That second level will boast roasted chicken, asparagus, anything that could be considered aphrodisiac dishes," she commented, as she leaned back to cross her legs. When Calista got into business mode she went all the way with it and Michelle had Conrad write down all the notes and suggestions made.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 21:44:43</strong>
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				Jacob got up to get the glasses and the water and wine. He soon re-entered the room putting them down. He went back for the plates and silverware. He took his seat by his mistress and helped the catering people dole out the sample foods. He wasn't expecting to eat anything and not that there was anything wrong with him putting in an opinion it wasn't as if slaves were considered robots... or used only for sex. <br><br>Jacob sat back and watched the people go over this and that. Calista took notes made counter-suggestions and the like. He eyed Conrad warily. Not out of any particular hate but because he was just protective. Still he looked on. The funny thing he could make a majority of these foods, steak tar tar, all that. Maybe not as well. He was a domestic, they were professionals.<br><br>Jacob thought about the party. He knew what aphrodisiac meant, why would they be having it a night club party. It made him wonder about why mistress would bet hassled. He wasn't allowed to hurt other women only if they sent a slave at her which was a felony. He sort of wished the catering show was over. The sun was starting to set. Though it was still high on the horizon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 22:05:01</strong>
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				Calista sampled each dish with washing out the flavor with water. When it came to dishes that were paired with wine, she took a sip of her wine. Even after the wine, she took a drink of water to keep her alcohol consumption from affecting her ability in decision making. This was an important event because it was a party to celebrate one of the leading females in society who had to enjoy this party that was being thrown no matter what. <br><br>Conrad watched Jacob back but let her eyes linger over Calista's. He had asked his Mistress if he would need to perform any sexual duties to make sure to get her the job. Michelle commented he might only if it was expected. The way Conrad eyed Calista, he would have no problem in pleasing the Mistress. It was his life to please women and by the look he received from the other slave, he would have competition. Once in a while Calista handed a dish to Conrad and Jacob to get their suggestions as well since slaves would be invited to the party with their owners. "Would not want any slave spitting or gasping because the dish was ill prepared," she commented as she made final decisions on things. <br><br>Michelle nodded and asked if Calista needed anything else and she meant anything else, nodding towards Conrad. While Conrad might be an interesting male, Cali was not up to fucking an employee's slave to close the business deal. She apologized and had Jacob show them the door, wishing this day could end. Only a call from her catering staff about emailing the photographs and waiting online for her to go through them gave her relief. She merely only needed to see what the decorations staff had bought, ask for anything more or get rid of something and give them the greenlight. The party would be in three more days and for her it would be a blur though settled in her office waiting for Jacob to massage her shoulders it it might be time warp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 22:48:19</strong>
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				Jacob walked over and began his massage. Oh how the days slipped by. It was actually quite hectic. The day of the party was no exception. Still it wasn't without it's perks. He'd secured a rather comfy spot next to his mistress at night. Though it was never quite naked, not like the first time. She had taught him a new for of kissing called making out. It was a nice kind of kiss. One they only did in private.<br><br>Jacob followed his mistress around the whole day. The part was in two hours and she was in a bit of a fluster getting last minute things for they party. Not big things but they had misplaced some napkins and lost all the confectioner's sugar. So they'd been running around all day. Not that Jacob minded but even he was getting a little tired. The heavy bags were wearing on him.<br><br>Thankfully they had a few more stops and then mistress would book it back to the penthouse, which now had a baby grand parked in the corner. Jacob also had his own bicycle for running errands. Over the past two days she'd been working him at getting things done, getting her hot chocolate among other things. He slid into the driver's seat. "Mistress, I think that's it. We have to go pick up a few bags of marbles to fill some broken vases." he told her ticking things off her planer and sighing. He wanted to go to bed so badly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 23:05:57</strong>
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				Tonight was the party and Calista was still running around getting ready. While the major things had been cleared up, there were a few things here and there that tried to get under her radar. At least she had Jacob there to help out when she needed him to run quick errands while she ordered things online. He had even been given the honor to be in her bedroom the day her mother came by. When night came, she did not want to be in bed alone with her own thoughts and asked Jacob to join her. Nothing sexually explicit happened, merely he spooned her and held her in his arms. When the two woke up or even started to get to bed, she showed him more and more about kissing. The first couple of times their teeth clanked against one another but she never did give up on him.<br><br>In two hours the party would start and she needed to get herself into the damn dress. It had been a lovely thing when it arrived yesterday. The costume gave off a sort of rebellious nature in the fact a usual piratess costume was cheap and too skimpy. This one had a corset which tightened over her stomach and breasts giving them a push but did not let them fall out. The jacket that contemplated the costume fit her like a glove and the shoes, oh, she almost died and went to heaven at how comfortable the boots were. Calista expected the shoes to make her feet ache but it felt she was floating on clouds. Even she wore them out while running errands but it was time to head back to the penthouse and get ready for the party. Seems Jacob was slowly starting to get used to the new sleep cycle she went through. <br><br>Settling into the passenger seat, she clicked her seatbelt into the place and made sure her phone would be able to dial 911. Jacob managed to get his learner's permit online and during the past few days, she showed him how to drive. A few times she was scared for him to crash the car into a post but since she took him to the outskirts of Miami towards the warehouses, the only thing he could harm the car with was the warehouses or the ocean. That had been a scare when the brakes saved the two of them from plunging into the ocean but she forgave him after he begged he was being careful. "We can get the marbles tomorrow but we need to get home and change for the party," she replied, reaching over to caress his cheek. She could see he was tired but this was how she lived her life and hopefully he would keep up with it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 23:24:25</strong>
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				Jacob turned the engine over and put the car into gear. Looking over his shoulder he backed out into the street when it was clear and pulled up to a red light. Taking a left he headed back toward the penthouse. He knew how to get home at least which was a good thing. He'd learned a lot of the small area of Miami that mistress worked in. <br><br>Taking a left he merged over and got cut off by a woman driving a BMW and talking on her cellphone. Jacob made sure not to slam on the breaks but he made a sudden stop, he didn't honk the horn. That was one of those things that, while not illegal, didn't make your life as a slave the comfy one he had. The sun was going down rapidly so he flicked on the low beams and made the last turn toward home. They would have to shower and dress. He would dress first his costume (Complementing hers perfectly) was easier because of the lack of a corset and he would get dressed while she dolled up and he would help her dress. <br><br>As he pulled into the lot he killed the lights. He'd forgotten a couple of time and the battery almost died. The elevator ride was fast enough. He opened the penthouse door and put the bags on the counter. Jacob briefly thought of his new fantasy. He almost suggested it for their time constraints. He envisioned taking a shower with his mistress. Just washing her being a good slave, he never thought that would ever happen. He smiled none the less. Thankful that mistress never asked him why he was smiling all the time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 23:43:17</strong>
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				Taking in the time and how she needed to be there an extra fifteen to thirty minutes early to hand over the list of people who were allowed into the club, she did not have a lot of time. Cali had about thirty minutes to shower. Another thirty to prep herself and then the last thirty to make sure everything was locked up before heading off with Jacob. Damn this was going to make it shorter with making sure Jacob looked his best. This was the first party she was taking him to. A party which would boast a lot of people from the community. She already heard through the grapevine people were waiting in anticipation to see the new man slave of Calista.<br><br>Calista was itching to get into her penthouse. Sooner she took the shower then the sooner to dress. The faster she dressed, the easier to put on her make up and mask. One thing she liked about this party was the masks as a requirment. Cali would be able to hide her boredom from the other people and even slip out with Jacob after she let her presence be known for a good thirty minutes. The pair could come back home where she would rid herself of the costume and into pajamas. She might even let him rest on her lap and watch a movie with her in the living room. However she needed to think about the party first before her need to rest. Resting could come later after the party was a success.<br><br>Walking into the penthouse, she glanced at her wristwatch. Damn, twenty minutes because of the damn traffic. She needed to get herself and Jacob showed in quick time or...the or part made her blush. Taking a deep breath, she glanced over her shoulder, "Jacob off with your clothes because we are going to take a shower together. We need to get ready faster than I thought, come on," she replied as she hurried to her master bathroom to turn on the sprays and undress. Better this way and more economical with her slave taking a shower with her. Faster time too if they hurried themselves in washing their hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:10:19</strong>
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				Jacob obeyed. She was reading his mind. Could mistress's do that? No, certainly not. Though she'd given less intimate reasons still it was mistress wet, and... naked. He shook himself, no not because she was naked. Because he loved being intimate with his mistress. That's what he wanted not just to see her admittedly wonderful body naked. He followed her back taking off his shirts.<br><br>He put them in the dirty clothes. He had to do the laundry. Mistress was running low on clothes. They'd just been so busy lately he'd not had time. He was in his boxers when he made it back to the master bath. Mistress was naked in all her beauty. She was stepping into the hot water. It was funny, she liked it a lot hotter than himself, but he would manage. He stood there a moment admiring all the droplets roam down her dark curves. He shook himself, best not waste time. They only had twenty minutes. He slipped off his boxers.<br><br>Still time seemed to slow as he soaped up a washcloth and knelt in the shower rubbing up one of her toned legs. Must be all that walking. He smiled. He kissed the exposed leg. Making sure washing came first though. He worked his way up to her stomach he was still very shy about touching her private parts unless she started it first. She was busy washing her own hair. He loved this so much he didn't want it to end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:32:54</strong>
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				Calista checked out the temperature of the water. When it was close to scalding, she smiled. Mmm, this would be the first time in the shower with Jacob. She had spent time with him in bed but usually she had kept her clothes on. Every once in a while a hand of her slips beneath his white beater but it had been a while since she touched his member. Even merely thinking about the size a width made her cheek bloom hot. She would see it again in the shower and she needed to hold off on any experimentations for the moment. The pair had to go to the party without delay which helped to curb the appeal to touch him even more intimately.<br><br>Into the shower she went, the showerheads hitting her on all sides. She sighed and brushed her wet hair from her face and looked towards the foggy sliding doors. He was there. Jacob was there wearing nothing else and she had to look somewhere else. Her sex clenched to have him wet and slippery against her body. That fantasy had to be for another time. In fact, she was surprised she let these fantasies slip in without her becoming enraged at her own sexual desires. She was not ravishing or having her wicked way with him every second of everyday. Cali enjoyed the few times she touched his arm or nuzzled his neck when she wore heels or got on the tips of her toes. It was sweet and nice, nothing at all like her mother who followed up the nuzzle with a handjob.<br><br>Shivering at her leg being kissed, she smirked at Jacob. "Let us not waste too much time, Jacob. We can kiss when we are not in a hurry," she whispered, blowing him a kiss as she finished washing the conditioner out of her hair. She reached down to place a hand over his own on her stomach, scooting into her back into his chest. Calista wanted to feel him against her, have his body and gentleness cocooning her in the shower for a bit before she put on a face for the party. She hoped he could survive the special room she knew she would be asked to at least have a presence in, the pleasure room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:57:09</strong>
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				Jacob stood and washed her and himself, she was right there would be time afterward. Still he liked kissing her. Liked it so much. He liked it when she kissed him. She had these pouty, caramel lips. They were so come-hither. He loved her big chocolate eyes. Her dark hair. That and all those things were wet with water right now made him aroused. Sometimes he wished it wasn't so obvious when he was. Mistress was good about forgiving him for it though. <br><br>The twenty minutes to shower were gone and they were both leaving the shower. Jacob grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist while he helped her slip into her robe. A nice thing about making it into mistress's big bed was that she'd cleared a drawer in the bathroom out for him and he quickly applied deodorant and such before handing it over to Calista so she could do her makeup and hair. Jacob dried and got dressed, being a slave and still no threat of adverse weather he would go barefoot. It would help facade of a pirate lady's little slave. <br><br>When he was dressed Calista had everything on but the corset on and she couldn't do much beyond that. So he helped her slip the apparel on. He tightened the strings. Luckily as far as corsets go it was a very stylish and mild one. He made sure she could still move and all. It did make her curves stand out more, but it wasn't altering her shape at all, "I told you that you weren't putting on weight." he said showing her the standing mirror. This had been a touchy subject and the only time she ever told him to shut up, but the smile she gave afterward was always worth it.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 01:15:28</strong>
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				Calista smiled when she felt his blooming erection against her back. The first few times she wondered if he forced himself to become hard for her female benefit. When he had merely gotten hard when she bent over to grab a pencil, it made her blush. Now it made her feel very sensual to be able to make someone aroused as much as she was. Even now she had to stop herself from asking him to stroke her between her legs. His hands were strong and firm, able to play the piano and work her like a violin. Her mind focused back on the party and she finished the shower gracefully.<br><br>Thanking Jacob as she slipped into her robe, she started to work on her make up. A place had been given for Jacob to put his toiletries in the bathroom but she had not cleared out a place in her closet or drawers. To get to that point it would take time and make it seem as if they were a couple. She was not going to lead him onto into thinking she wanted to have a civil union as owner and slaves who were in love received through the state. Even now she still kept the fact she would be leaving for Spain in another two and half months. Somehow she had no idea how to go about telling him she would want him to come along with her but she did not want to tell him only to see him put on an act of even more loyalty to her. She rather see him develop it with her overtime.<br><br>Dressed in everything but the corset, she asked for Jacob's help. She held onto one of the bedposts as he went about tightening the strings. Cali had packed on a few pounds because of the delicious food Jacob had prepared for her. Hopefully it did not show in the costume. Smiling, she playfully told him to shut it before rubbing his arm. "That is what you say because you are the one feeding me those heavy dishes," she teased as she turned to admire his outfit. Only thing left was the mask which she put on him first and her second. It was time to head out as she made sure everything was in order at the house, the list of invited guests in a small bag she would take to the party. "Let's hit the road, Jacob."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 01:32:14</strong>
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				That was her phrase for, you drive and I look good. he didn't mind though. They hit the elevator after Jacob grabbed there masks from the living room. They were wearing matching red highwaymen masks that were basically bandannas worn around they eyes. "Just because you put on pounds does not mean you're getting fat." he told her like he did every time. The truth was she managed to keep up with her workouts with him and the food was more or less just a fun little thing she could gripe about. She would never look as 'good' as her mother, but Jacob thought she looked better than Barbie ever would. <br><br>He slid his hand across the rail as they descended the stairs to the lot. He took the keys from her and made sure his collar was on straight. She had gotten him a nickle plated chain which she had in her purse. As time went on the slave culture was a lot more lax on leashes but if you were going to a social function the chain was still the norm. A slave would wear it and it would be in the hand of his mistress or at the belt worn on her hip. So she could talk hands free, or heaven forbid on a post near the entrance. <br><br>Jacob would prefer being close. he slid the car out of the lot and flicked the lights on. Miami was alive and electric but Jacob quickly made it to the club. He had found an accidental shortcut through a back street that ran along the highway. They made it up the steps to the club in no time. Five minutes to spare. Calista towed him along leash in hand. Jacob had shared a kiss with her before getting out so she would calm down. This was easily one of the bigger clubs she'd ever booked and was going to make her a name not attached to her mother. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 01:54:05</strong>
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				She leaned in to give him another kiss, sucking his lower lip between her own. Calista whispered the two would only have to be here for a good hour. After the hour was up, the two could leave while the others were partying and becoming drunk. The sooner she got the introductions over with, the sooner she could go home and relax. Relax at home with Jacon lying right next to her on the couch. She might even let him stroke her hair while she viewed the movie but that would have to wait until later. The party awaited them outside and the two had to make their appearance known.<br><br>On went the leash and it was along enough to attach it to her waist but for now she held it in. Give him room to network with other slaves while she chatted with other females and business clients. She smiled and handed over the list of allowed people to the bouncer. Cali even smiled and waved to those who were waiting in line to get in. Looking to Jacob, she leaned into him to get photographs taken by the local paparazzi. People were calling out for her name but she simply let them know she was the Pirate Queen and the slave on the leash was her captive for the night. "Just smile and be polite, do not mind the pinches and strokes," she whispered as she noticed a female reach over to stroke her knuckles over Jacob's groin.<br><br>Clearing her throat the female apologized and went on her way with her own slave behind her. Cali glanced around to see there were a few more females eyeing Jacob's form. He did stood out with his form and she was the lucky female to have him on a nickle plated chain. "Calista, good to see you," the head of the club, Tonia whispered into her ear before a courtesy kiss on the cheek was given. Tonia invited, really, insisted for Calista to look at what had been made of the pleasure room. Now or never to let Jacob know how people could easily whore out their male slaves to one another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 02:19:38</strong>
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				Jacob gave a small start at the touch of his private place. It was very rude, even in informal parties, but he endured it. That didn't stop him from walking closer to Calista as she schmoozed with the higher ups. It was his job to look good and stop hecklers and he would do that. He smiled and bowed and went through the numbers what he really wanted was to be lying on the couch spooning her, she would be in her panties, pink maybe white with one of his shirts on. She said she liked them because they were over-sized and cool at night. Watching a movie. He decided he liked movies. Calista got a steady stream from and online rental place. He'd seen horror with stories of crazed wild slaves tormenting teenage girls and there dedicated boy toys. Romances, comedies, action. He loved watching movies with her. <br><br>Still he had to focus on the matter at hand he heard something about a pleasure room. He had heard rumors when he was off biking that clubs and other establishments ran backroom places with lights and beds and plush couches where many mistress's and slaves had sex. Goddess he felt stupid for thinking they were games. He had grown a lot wiser now that he was out and active in the real world. However, nothing prepared him for what he saw. Mistress's and slaves taking each other. Multiple mistress's on one slave and vice versa. He quickly averted his eyes. No wonder Calista was always so adamant about no sex. If she grew up around this, with so many slaves waking in and out of her life. He put his hand on her forearm and squeezed not looking at the taboo display. <br><br>"I think we need to move to some appetizers and see ourselves out." he suggested, adding "Lady Cali." He never called her mistress in public.The sad part was they had a half hour left before it was deemed sociable to go home. He would have reminded Cali to talk to the guest of honor but he thought he saw the guest of honor in the middle of a large pile. Jacob cleared his throat and blushed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 02:32:58</strong>
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				Seeing the Mistress's and the slaves' fucking one another in the pleasure room was no surprise to her. Though what did make it a surprise was the fact a few of the slaves were eyeing Jacob as if they wanted to take a bite out of him. A new thing to see other male slaves wanting a taste of him. Still, she was polite to decline their offers to let her watch the males pleasure Jacob. One even offered to stroke her while another pleasured Jacob's member with his mouth. The image of her own mouth on Jacob's cock brought a soaring heat to her sex strong enough she clenched her legs together. She made it look as if she was merely crossing her legs but what she felt was the urge to show these slaves that the only person who would stroke and have a wicked way with Jacob's member was her. However she was not prone to acting out of character at parties such as these. <br><br>Calista looked over to Jacob from where it had been on two males doing a version of sixty-nine on each other. Each had one another's hot member in their mouths and bobbing their heads furiously to take more of it down their throats. She wondered how she would feel if she grew pleasure from seeing Jacob's head fall back against his shoulders while her reddened lips were sucking on his cock. Damn it, she needed to hold herself together. "Yes, appetizers," she whispered having to clear her throat several times to get rid of the husky undertone in her voice. No need to give Jacob the impression she condoned the savegery of this bordello in the club. She took him by his leash to lead him away from the torrid sex area and upstairs to eat.<br><br>What she wanted most of all was to be home on the couch with Jacob. Even as she ate the wonderful food with Jacob all she could think about was him against her back as the pair watched a movie. The movie would be on but their hands would be roaming over one another. Jacob's hand would find its way to her breast and tweak her nipple. She would teach him a lesson by rubbing her bottom against his crotch. Enjoy in the fact he would groan in pleasure and she would go back to watching the television as if nothing happened. "I think we can cut out early," she whispered into his ear, blowing on it and winked beneath her mask. She was tired and the guest was having a fun time in the pleasure room. No need to ruin their fun afterall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 03:00:23</strong>
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				Jacob brightened up they hadn't eaten much, he would make popcorn mixed with almonds and cashews, then they would watch their movie. They would pet each other, watch and pet. She knew he liked movies and always let him finish them but the 'intermissions' always came and were much appreciated. Still even though she said they would get out early they were stopped a few times, and once to get the paycheck for the gig. The owner, Tonia, was so proud of the success that she payed Calista on the spot. Jacob beamed. Of course his mistress had done a good job.<br><br>Twenty minutes later they were out in the humid Miami night and they breezed past the paparazzi. There weren't a lot. Just the stragglers who needed a pantyshot or some male slave making a fool of himself. They payed them no mind. Jacob supposed Calista loved this or she wouldn't do it. However, he assumed that she wasn't used to hosting ones with such condoned sex. So he deduced she'd done it for the prestige. He didn't think anything less of her. It did bring back the image of her in the tee-shirt with panties. Hair down around her shoulders, barefoot. She always waited for him to lie on the couch and she would sit down and hike up the tee-shirt and show him her butt.<br><br>Jacob drove her home. It was illegal for slaves to drink in public so he would drive her home. She had a few glasses but wasn't even tipsy. Traffic was light. They were already at the clubs dancing and... doing other things. He drove them home it was about ten at night. He was on her schedule now and he wasn't tired yet. They usually didn't hit the sack till midnight, and woke around seven eight. Half an hour later Jacob had pulled into the lot and they were getting on the elevator. He liked the elevator. It was glass and he saw all of Miami lower below him. He also liked the view from the pool. He opened the door for her and headed back to undress. <br><br>He stripped down to his boxers like she preferred. Then helped her out of her boots and corset. Giving her a peck he went to put the popcorn on. He mixed it up and sat it on the coffee table. Putting the movie in. A romantic comedy about a woman with three slaves who all wanted her attention and entered the slave games. While she wanted the woman who worked at the coffee shop. <br>Jacob lied down on the couch and waited for mistress. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 03:28:06</strong>
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				Calista was damn glad to be heading out. She hated to be stopped but she plastered on a few for everyone. Though Jacob knew when she was straining to leave. Thanking Tonia and accepting the paycheck, Calist was glad to be leaving. The party would rage on without Jacob and her. She was plenty fine with that so long as no one asked her to join in on the pleasure party. Even now the images of her stroking and licking Jacob's cock made her falter on the way to the car. She blamed it on the three glasses of champagne she had but it would clear up as soon as she had Jacob's food in her stomach. Something else she wanted between her lips, she thought amusingly. Goddess, she needed to really curb her naughty thoughts.<br><br>Once the car headed home, she was able to remove the chain from his neck and place it in her bag. She really hated putting him on a leash. There was no fear in him running away from her. In fact, he actually ran to her or searched for her presence when he wanted to be close to her. He was like an eager puppy ready to cuddle and nuzzle her. Well, not a puppy but a really hunky male who would please her if she asked for it. It had been a good week since the last time they had done any heavy petting. She chose to hold off on anymore intimate touching for the moment. No need to rush into every thing with Jacob. However she enjoyed teasing him mercilessly with her swaying hips and bra-cupped breasts whenever she had the chance. <br><br>Since came into her life, usually she wore big nightgowns the kind that made her comfortable. With Jacob around now she felt more sensual and able to wear sexy nightgowns. Tonight she would surprise him with the nightie she had bought but never had the amount of courage to wear. She would wear it tonight as soon as the elevator shot itself faster to her penthouse. Entering her penthouse she thanked Jacob as he unzipped her boots and threw them aside. Yes the boots were comfortable but she enjoyed padding around her penthouse barefooted on the cherry wood floor. While he went to undress himself, she went to her bedroom in search of the nightie. Calista removed herself of the pants, hat, mask and shirt but it was the corset that gave her a bit of trouble in removing it.<br><br>"Thank you, Jacob," she whispered as she padded back to her bedroom to change. Off came everything, including the bra and panties. On went the sexy nighties and tiny black thong. Calista looked at herself in the mirror to see if any bulge was sticking out over the line of her thong. "Hmm, here goes nothing," she whispered to herself as she headed down the hallway to see Jacob. Smirking, she turned in a circle and shook her bottom before she went over to lie down on the couch. "Mm, delicious popcorn," she commented as she popped a few into her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 03:54:46</strong>
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				Jacob looked oh he looked. He took her in. Drank her in. Her dark skin in the nightie. There was no bulge the little thong made her look like a real mistress ultimate confidence with her slave. Jacob started the movie as she sat down. "You look fine, beautiful like always." she fit his image of her. His Cuban Goddess. Despite all her worrying she was like he remembered her. Jacob rarely forgot. She was still young even at eighteen she would probably have one more growth spurt. Put on an inch or two and get some more curves. He nuzzled her until she obliged him by backing up into the curve of his body. She liked it when her but was against his crotch and he'd be lying if he said he hated it.<br><br>The movie started rolling and Jacob slid his hand under the nightie to her stomach the first thing he'd ever seen of her. Rubbing it looked over her as the movie played on he laughed at some witty dialogue, she smirked. he kissed her neck and pat her naked bottom. Her thong made his fantasy all the better. Maybe when the movie was over they could go to be... after another heavy petting session. Not just a nap... they would wake up in the morning... together.<br><br>He hugged her tight as they enjoyed the movie. He put both his hands on her bottom at one point and he kissed her neck about halfway through the flick. His arms were draped around her hips. She wiggled her butt getting more comfy on the plush couch. "Are you happy with me mistress..." he asked nipping her ear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 04:14:06</strong>
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				Blushing, she thanked him for the compliments and took in the movie. Though her eyes were on the movie, the rest of her was engaged in what his body was doing. She wiggled her bottom against his crotch and found comfort in his member pressing against the line of her thong. Her sex pulsed and she took a deep breath to calm herself. Spooned against him, she let a food go and play with his own feet. She found his feet sexy which disturbed her to think every part of him was. There had to be a flaw about him but the only flaw was that there was none. Jacob seemed to have everything and in a perfect world if there was no slavery...<br><br>Calista let that thought trail off. She was not supposed to think about changing the way things were. People had died to set up this system, one of them as far as she was told her was her great-great grandmother, Isabella Cruz. Isabella had fought hard to put men in their places and those places were at female's feet. Right now Jacob's place was at her back and she hoped he would always be there. Even now as he slipped a hand beneath her nightie, her stomach trembled at his touch. She watched the movie but could care less about the plotline. What was happening here in her living room entertained her by far than the actors and actresses on the plasma screen. <br><br>"Mmm," she murmured as she arched her neck to give Jacob more room to kiss her. A hand came back between them to stroke him through his boxers. "Yes, I am happy, Jacob. More happy than I thought I could be," she admitted, opening her eyes to look at him over her shoulder. Jacob was making her happy and smashing her beliefs in having a slave only as a friend or a sex slave. He could be a friend and more to her. Only thing was she wanted him as a partner which frightened her. Partners was a big thing in the community but those thoughts she buried into the back of her mind. Calista turned in his embrace and wrapped a leg around his waist, arching her bottom into him. "Do you like what I am doing to you?," she asked before she kissed his supple lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 04:34:08</strong>
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				Jacob loved it, he had heard women, the ones who liked slaves and other women, or just women he supposed, talking about Latin women and their perfect-- well they used the swear word. Brief flashes of her naked on the bed him stroking her flesh. Kissing it massaging it. "Your driving me crazy with it." he said kissing her. His arousal evident against her bottom now. Jacob thought about her intimate parts from time to time. He knew what was there. Well now with the visions of the pleasure room in the back of his mind there was no doubt in his mind about what men and women could do. <br><br>He thought about doing some of those things with mistress, but shoved them from his mind. Mistress wouldn't like that. No not the way they did it. There had to be a lighter form people who weren't interested in raunchy naughty sex. Jacob found himself smelling her hair as he watched he loved her hair. Even without conditioning it was like silk. It was slightly curly and inky black. <br><br>Jacob worked his hand between her thighs. He stayed away from her sex he didn't need her getting mad at him now. Though he couldn't always promise especially if he wasn't paying attention. He gave her thong a playful little pop. "Stop it or I'm going to find myself doing the same to you." he muttered, the movie was already going to credits. They'd been fooling around a little longer than he thought. Jacob yawned&nbsp; waiting for her to get up and usher him back, like she always did. Maybe the nightie meant she was feeling... experimental. As she liked to put it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 04:47:55</strong>
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				Wrapping an arm around his shoulder, she wiggled herself closer. She could feel him against her stomach, pressing and pulsing. Cali imagined his torrid flesh thrusting into her and holding her arms down. His eyes staring into her own before she flipped him onto his back. Her hair amess as she rode him to the peaks of pleasure. Her eyes glazed over with the slight lust and hunger to act out those fantasies. It was the two of them and no one would or could judge them. In this penthouse, they were the only two people in the world. Both could experiment, slowly, but experiment to see what made them moan and groan.<br><br>Stroking her fingers through his copper mane, she licked his lips. She wanted him. Had been wanting him since the first day she saw him at the auction. No matter that she forked over a million dollars the first time she auctioned and a million of her own when her mother revoked the check. So long as he ran to her arms and bowed to her than she wanted him in the worst way. She whispered for him to touch her between her legs. He had kept his fingers to himself for the past few days. Cali could feel him wanting to touch her sex and once he felt how hot and wet she was...for him. <br>"Oh, then you will have to do that in my bed, now," she stated, smiling as she removed herself from the couch. Stretching, she quickly remove her thong and threw it at him before she padded off to her bedroom. A little souvenir for him to have around when she had business meetings. Calista bit her lip as she hopped onto her bed and pulled back the sheets, glancing over her shoulder to wait for Jacob to scurry in. To make it more interest, she slid one strap down until one breast popped over the bra as a little offering for him to have a taste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 05:02:35</strong>
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				Jacob saw her get up, and when she threw her thong at him he caught it. He felt the wetness... "Oh." he said brightly and chased her back into the bedroom. He saw her spread out against the headboard her breast out beckoning him, he made a happy little growl and crawled onto the bed. She liked to take his boxers off so he would let her. He knew not to rob mistress of what mistress wanted. <br><br>He moved to her his body over hers he kissed her on the lips. It was making out, he wanted to show her he had learned well. One hand grasped the headboard and the other grasped her covered breast. He would show her how good he was. They'd been together a little over a week and really grown on each other. They just had chemistry. Leaning down he took the exposed breast in his mouth and licked the nipple sucking the flesh. <br><br>He just wanted to attack her now naked lap, but he refrained it was mistress's job to teach him. Oh she could teach him. With very few words actually. He thought about their bodies together under the sheets. Having... sex... soft, sweet, slow sex. Oh Goddess he was so hard. He didn't know what would happen what came after a couple had sex... he wanted to find out. Jacob wondered why she bought that box at the drugstore, the one with magnum on it. She never told him what they were. No mistress would tell him what she wanted, and he would please her. That didn't mean sex. It could mean something else. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 19:54:55</strong>
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				Calista waited for him, wondering how he would react to seeing her like this. Would he be nervous about tonight? Expect to perform the positions the two had seen at the party? Even think about being filmed? No, she wanted none of that. Those contorted sexual orgies were not to her liking. The thought of someone else touching and pleasuring Jacob brought a lick of anger and jealousy to her veins. Jealousy? Was that the feeling she received when a female guest had rubbed her hand across his crotch? When that happened, she wanted to grab the female by her roots and tell her to step away from her male slave. Jacob was hers. All mine, she thought.<br><br>She kissed him, enjoying how he learned quickly in the art of kissing. Cali groaned into the kiss at the touch of his hand on her naked breast. Her nipple peaked and let itself be known to his deft fingertips. "Oh, Jacob," she cried out, her back arching into his mouth. His tongue, Goddess, Irishmen had a way with their mouths. He had shown it the first day and had been letting her know of how skillful he was now. One of her hands slid down his arm, chest, firm abs and towards the top of his boxers. He learned well to keep his boxers on because she enjoyed removing them from him. Even though she knew his member scared her to bits. To take him inside of her, she feared he would rip her to shreds if the two were not careful. That and she feared of the pain she would receive from her broken hymen.<br><br>The only comfort was it would be Jacob's first time as well. "Jacob, I want you inside of me but first I want your hands where it needs you the most," she whispered, removing his hand from the headboard and placing it over the hot heat of her. Licking her lips, she pulled down the front of his boxers to release him. It was so hard and she stroke him a few times, biting on her lower lip at the hard and throbbing feel of his cock, yes, his cock against her hand. The image of him slowly thrusting into her, whispering that he would protect and never hurt her came to mind. She whispered that there was a box in the bedroom drawer she had which would protect them from the risk of having children. Calista was too young to be pregnant and had too much ahead of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 22:57:18</strong>
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				Jacob groaned a little too loudly and pre-cum began to flow, he had never used it before and it was just too sensitive. Still it felt good, so damn good. He felt the heat of her loins. For the first time. He massaged the whole sex with his hand like she was doing with him. He was a little clumsy perhaps, but he was tender and loving. It seemed that two fingers magically found their way into her wet core and he began to move them in and out. Feeling the hot, wet juices flow over his hand.<br><br>Not wanting to stop he swapped to his left hand and reached over to the drawer. It was a little tricky and mistress had to let go but he brought the box up to the bed and let her open it and pull one of the little wrappers out. It had a little latex ring in it. That was a condom. He had learned what they were but it looked bigger than the one's he'd seen. He looked down and blushed. He hadn't realized he was that... gifted.<br><br>Jacob had learned one crucial lesson. If his hands pleased his mistress his mouth would too. He trailed kisses down her front over her love trail to her womanhood. Kissing the out side of it he licked it. He liked the way Calista tasted. Oh Goddess she was like honey. He poked his tongue into the pink velvet of her sex. He felt ready but he waited for his mistress...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 23:16:03</strong>
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				Calista blushed as she felt the fluid she had remembered was precum. The last few days she had looked up on her laptop various sexual items. Since her mother called things by venacular's such as pussy, twat, etc, she had been curious what the original names were. Of course she did this when she sent Jacob off on errands or when he was cooking her something. It would have been embarassing if Jacob walked in and noticed an image of a male's sexual organs on a medical website on her laptop. She had seen how a male's member worked to get blood flow and its ejaculation or its cum in its dirty word. Even now she was surprised to feel a bit of pre-cum on her fingertips, using it as lubrication to spread over the head and down the length of his member.<br><br>"Oh, yes...Jacob," she cried out as she spread her legs further. She was hot, so very hot and Jacob knew what she wanted. When she felt two of his fingers go inside aand stretch her, she shivered around him. Her insides were wet, hot and tight around him. The muscles inside of her contracted around his two fingers, tightening and pulling his fingers in further. She released his erection to let him grab the box from the drawer. Chewing on her lower lip, she wondered if he would know what the box she bought now. She let him know it was a condom to prevent any of his cum from impregnating her. Cali was too young to be pregnant and the fear of the child being a male would devastate her. <br><br>Just as she tore open a condom wrapper, Cali gasped. Gasped and laid back on the bed to close her eyes. She had shaved herself, not enjoying any hair between her legs. Even the thought of a landing strip even if it was male horrified her. "Fuck...Jacob you are going to kill me," she teased, licking her lips as she watched him kiss and lick the core of her. Placing her legs over his shoulders, she bared herself to him. In this way, he knew that she wanted him to pleasure her sex with his mouth, teeth and tongue. Even through in his fingers while he was at it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 00:00:23</strong>
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				Jacob had enjoyed the oral sex he was giving mistress the way her muscles contracted over his tongue. He stopped when she swore. He was slightly shocked he'd never heard her swear before. Coming from between her legs he kissed her on the lips. "Please don't swear..." he moped, "It doesn't become you at all." he loved his mistress. She was sweet and the swearing was too much like her mother. He was clean shave like her. They'd made him wax, or shave, or use chemicals whatever since he hit puberty. It didn't take long to figure out how to slip the condom on it fit him barely. Condoms didn't break anymore. They couldn't even be pierced with a needle. Technology. He lifted her in front of his huge sex. <br><br>Jacob sat cross-legged on the bed wondering how they should do this. He leaned back and let her mount him. Mistress should always been on top. At least the first time. Cement her place. The massive sex was ready for her to take as she would. He looked at her on top of him. He wanted her on top for other reasons. He was mainly afraid in his inexperience that he would hurt her. Her petite stature made her look so fragile. He hoped she would let him get more training. <br><br>He quivered beneath her. He looked at her eyes. His own growing large, dilating with passion needing to take all of her in. "I'm ready Mistress Cali." he said softly, lovingly. "I'm ready for you to make me... your total slave." a total slave was obviously one who did everything for one mistress, and only that mistress. Also called a groom-slave, marriage not being a factor. It just meant she would go to him for everything she needed, that he could provide. It was an intimate gesture. Very much so. "Take me..." he whispered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 00:21:35</strong>
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				Furiously, Calista blushed at hearing him tell her not to swear. It had been a thing that slipped out in the moment. Goddess, was she starting to become like her mother? Her lower lip quivered, frowning at hearing him telling her not to curse. He had no right to tell her not to. She moved herself off of his lap, not wanting to take him at this moment. The hurt was fresh and for him to tell her that cursing did not become her, well so what? She cursed when she was frustrated or when she hurt herself on things. Calista even remembered cursing when she sliced her finger from having let it slip across a letter opener. <br><br>Reaching over for nightrobe, she shrugged herself into him, her back to Jacob. Right now she had no need to look at him. Goddess, she hated to be reminded of things like her cursing. Why did he even have a right to ask her things like that? He was a slave for a week and yet she had been ready to fuck his brain out. Oh, Goddess, sweet Goddess of the Earth she was becoming her mother. Shaking her head, she bit down on her lower lip and ordered Jacob out of her room. "Get out and go back to your room. Leave me to sleep Jacob and throw that box of condoms in the garbage. I have no use for them," she stated, leaving to her master bathroom. <br><br>Calista did not want to take Jacob if she was acting like her mother's child. The cursing and then wanting to fuck him after a week? What the hell was she thinking? Shutting the door behind her, she locked it not wanting him to barge in on her. Goddess, she was sick to her stomach. Total slave? When he said those words along with telling her about her disgusting cursing she could have hit herself over the head with a damn pot. The significance of that was like a groom-slave and she was not ready for that. Fuck she had not even said she loved him. This was too much and she needed to wash herself of tonight. Forget about Jacob in that sense and be his Mistress. If she had to, she would be a distance person to him but would make sure he did her bidding and nothing more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 04:56:13</strong>
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				Jacob was baffled. What had he done? He cursed himself for being a horrible slave and covered his shame removing the unused condom and throwing it in the trash with the rest of the box. He hated himself. He didn't like upsetting mistress... he shouldn't have told her about the swearing but he'd been raised not to... he put on his typical pajamas and crawled into bed. How was he going to fix this? The short of it was that he couldn't. He was probably going to get sold back. <br><br>Jacob fell into a fitful sleep. Full of nightmares where he was sold back and given off to various women he'd met. Some beat him some made him do nasty things, he even had a dream where Calista's mother bought him from the slave equivalent of the discount bin. Took him home and used him while his mistress purchased another, better slave and he was on the couch with the Cuban Barbi all the time while Calista's dream slave tended to his job.<br><br>He woke sometime during the early morning, three or so in a cold sweat. He had actually cried during his sleep. He could tell from the dry patches where tears had left their salty rivers, and the stains on his pillow. His heart started to slow and he took deeper breaths. Oh, what did he do? He wished he knew what mistress was thinking. He laughed dryly he supposed good slaves would kill for that power. The Goddess would probably kill for that power and she created everything. Jacob was only slightly religious, most slaves fresh from training were. Tiredness soon overtook him and he slipped back into sleep. <br>Had to be well rested for his own execution, so to speak... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 16:24:47</strong>
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				Calista spent the rest of the night on her couch in her office. She wanted nothing to do with the sheets and the pillows on her bed. Reminded her of everything she hated about herself. She was turning into a damn whore, just like her fucking mother. Jacob had even commented on it with her cursing in bed. It slipped but he had no damn right to tell her how to talk. He was not her father nor her mother to watch her language around anyone. Jacob would see he had no rights when it came to living with her. The male was her slave and not her companion. Merely a slave she needed for errands and living her life easier.<br><br>When the sun finally showed itself over the horizon, she stared up at the ceiling of her office. She had left a note for Jacob posted to his bedroom door. In short, it stated that he was to remove the foul sheets and pillows along with the offending sleepwear. She had changed in the bathroom from the lingerie into pajama pants and tank top and she had no further want to wear the lingerie again. Made her feel dirty to know she was trying out tactics her mother used to get her slave in bed. The rest of the letter entailed that he was to remove his things from the cupboard because he had offended her enough to relegate him back to his own room where he was to sleep in until further notice. <br><br>Letter ended with reminding him that there was errands to be done today. She needed fresh groceries and had settled an account with the market for him to buy the things without money exchanging from his hand to the proprieter. The list was long and it was done in order to keep him away from her side. Sooner he learned that groom-slave was not in his future sooner he would realize to do his job. A job that did not need him touching her. Goddess but the way he touched her had been beautiful but his words and his actions killed any thought of doing anything with him again. The night had been a failure and she was not about to put her self-esteem and confidence through another one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 16:46:52</strong>
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				Jacob rose somberly from the sheets of his bed and made them up again. He went to her room to get his toiletries back so he could bathe. He saw mistress in her study but he didn't know what to say. He knew he offended her somehow. He tried to go over whatever he said and mulled it over and over. Trying desperately to wrap his head around it. Trying to fix the problem. <br><br>She probably wouldn't believe him if he told her he just didn't like swearing. It made him feel uncomfortable. He was raised to be a good little slave and good little slaves didn't swear. He shuffled around the house dejectedly cleaning the sheets and underwear, she probably wanted them thrown away but he put them in the back of the linen closet in a box. Out of sight, out of mind, he supposed.<br><br>Jacob finished dressing into a dark-blue tee-shirt and jeans. Adjusting the collar around his neck he went out to go do the shopping. Best get it over early in the morning he left a little note on her door before he left with two words, 'Sorry mistress.' outside even with the hot Florida sun beating down on him he got onto his bicycle. A simple cruiser with a handbrake. The small thought of running away again found it's way into the back of his mind. Able to gain ground because he was rationalizing his nightmares into fact. He pushed it out of his mind by the time he got to the grocery though. He pulled out his voucher book. A small checkbook like thing with personalized vouchers with the signature of the mistress. It let them know that you were their slave and doing errands on their behest. <br><br>Loading the groceries into the travel basket he began pushing his bike home. It would take an hour and a half to get back. Probably incurring more of mistress's wrath but he needed to think. He felt so stupid. Groom-slave? He laughed bitterly. Calista would never want him like that. He was a bad slave. He looked at his personal track record. Runaway, offense! He had to be the worst slave he knew. He got back around the estimated time. Mortified because mistress would probably never touch him again. Never let him close. He entered the penthouse and went to the kitchen to put the food away. He double-checked the orders and she hadn't wanted breakfast. Goddess he couldn't even cook for her anymore. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 16:55:47</strong>
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				Calista went far enough to tell him his presence was not needed in her area to perform his duties by placing the extra laptop she had in his bedroom. The penthouse was wired to the heavens to be able to function wirelessly without a problem. What she wanted was for him to do his job without expecting some sort of kiss or handjob from her. Goddess, even the image in her mind of stroking him last night brought a flush of desire to her face but she quickly pushed it away. <br><br>Jacob was not bred for sex and making him do those things complicated their female-male dynamics. She had asked him to touch her and it mortified her to think she begged a male slave to touch her in that manner. Goddess, she was going to hell for this. While Jacob went on the errands, she changed into a comfortable pair of jeans, tank top and flip flops. She had an small little gathering to go to on the beach which required her presence. Her friends were coming into town to celebrate the fact Cali had a new man toy and being accepted to college. How to go about keeping the fact she was going to Barcelona from Jacob tonight? An idea popped into her head and she smiled.<br><br>She made her breakfast when Jacob left, showing him another side of her that he would soon see. Cali was not a simple-minded female who could not do things for herself. Jacob would learn to do the manual portion of her life and keep away from having to bring her breakfast into her room. Bit by bit, she would show him that what he thought was love between them was a phase, a lust that would die out soon enough. "I am going out to the beach, you will be waiting on a call from a the caterers and decorations to talk about how the party went last night. There is a sheet of paper I left in your room and I better not see you thinking of running away after last night. I am sick and tired of even thinking you would stoop that low," she stated as she grabbed her purse and glasses. With a nod to him she went on her way to the beach, alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 17:11:38</strong>
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				"Yes Lady Calista..." he said somberly before she left. He kept all hint of affection out of his voice. That's what she wanted that's what she would get. That didn't stop Jacob from feeling sick to his stomach with various emotions. Jacob learned how to talk. His diction was flawless. He gave his practiced smile just before she turned to go. <br><br>Jacob spent the day cleaning up the penthouse and vacuuming, dusting washing the showers and tubs. She wouldn't want him doing it while she was there. He didn't even want to be in the same room as her when she got back. It made him too sad. He waited for the call, he didn't eat he wasn't very hungry. He had a glass of water and sipped it as he folded the laundry and put it away. He ironed all her dress shirts and hung them with her slacks before seeing to his own clothes. <br><br>He turned on the T.V. then the phone rang. It was just a telemarketer and he hung up trying to catch some early morning news. His new hobby was trying to stay up on current, non-political events. He turned it off when he missed all the broadcasts. The phone rang again and it was the caterers and such. He did what he was supposed to and bid them good day. He tapped out some songs on the piano and tuned it. It had to be, no one had since it was moved. By the time it was done it was around two in the afternoon. Mistress was gone a long time. He nearly cried, she didn't want to be around him that much? Jacob hadn't felt this alone since he was a child. Jacob gave up thinking about anything and went to workout. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 17:40:52</strong>
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				She pushed thoughts of Jacob out of her mind as she interacted with her friends. All asked where her new male toy was and if he was coming along later. Shaking her head, she smiled, diverting their attention to how gorgeous each looked their bathing suits. Calista wore a bathing suit beneath her pants and tank top but it was not the come hither one she wore the first night Jacob ran away from her. Was he thinking about running away even now? Would it bother her if she came back to the penthouse and with a note of Jacob leaving her forever? Goddess, she would not think of such horrible things. If Jacob did run away, she would let the authorities know that she had no need to have him anymore. Running away once was a mistake but if he made the effort to do it again, she rather throw in the fucking towel for him.<br><br>"Cali, I am jealous you are going to Barcelona. God I wish I was accepted to a college there," one of her friends commented. Calista was happy to be leaving in another two and a half months for college. Better to be an ocean away from her mother and her prying eyes. What about Jacob? Damn it, she told herself she would not think about Jacob. Yet Jacob always seemed to enter into her mind almost all the time now. It frustrated her to know that things had gone wrong last night but to want to try again hurt her too much. She had put herself out there and for him to tell her that talking dirty was not her style shamed her to the core. What the hell was happening to her? Was she going crazy or something?<br><br>Still, Cali put on the smile to her friends and waved them all goodbye. She needed to get home to get started on the next party plus send in a down payment on the townhouse she would be living in. Sooner she put the down payment, the better the transition would be to Barcelona, Spain. Glancing at her watch as her penthouse elevator took her up it was close to six in the afternoon. Had she been out this long? Interesting considering she had felt the time was going by agonizingly slow. Calista entered into the penthouse, unloading her bag and flip flops near the door. She was hungry and in need of a cheeseburger at the moment, not letting herself wonder where Jacob was at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 18:03:21</strong>
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				Jacob had finished his workout around five and spent the next hour on the penthouses balcony sitting on the stone guardrail. Sure it was dangerous but people did it all the time. He just wanted to look at something. Plus he didn't want mistress to come home and see him. He was trying to figure out what he'd done. He told her cursing didn't become her. She never minded his opinion before, why now? He'd told her things like that all the time.<br><br>He furrowed his brow in thought. What made Calista the maddest? Sex, acting like her mom, coffee... he nearly fell of the guardrail. He'd figured it out! Her mom! She didn't like being reminded of her mom! Something about her swearing during sex made her think she was her mom! He pitched himself backwards and rolled off onto the penthouse balcony. Not wanting to die now. Jacob knew how much her mother cursed and it was no real stretch it would extend to sex.<br><br>Picking himself up he dusted himself off and reentered the penthouse. He saw her in the living room kicking off her flip-flops. He dried to act controlled but the chance to say he was sorry and what for wouldn't let him, "Mistress, I'm sorry." he said thought it sort of came out as one word. Pausing he took a deep breath. "I didn't know." he looked down, "It's just... I was taught that cursing is bad... and I didn't seem right to do it when we were being... intimate..." He looked up and back down. He'd been bad, he started to shuffle off to his room. He'd made peace with his own mind. It was all up to her now. He didn't expect to ever get back where he was but maybe he could shoot for the same room and cooking privileges. He turned back, "The caterer called and recommended you to the owner of another club. He pointed to a post-it by the phone. It's all there." he shuffled off again.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 18:22:03</strong>
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				Calista shuffled around the kitchen grabbing a few things here and there. She was hungry and in need of the necessary tools to get her by. She had turned on the radio to an oldies station as she worked to make her food. Nancy Sinatra's infamous song called, 'Bang, Bang', played on the radio. It had been controversial because of her love for her man toy. The lyrics were powerful and talked about how easily her man slave took her love and hurt her when he refused her marriage proposal. There were rumors she had murdered her male slave for his rejection and others of selling him off to avoid the pain of him being around her. <br><br>She glanced up to hear Jacobs words and stopped herself smiling at his presence. Calista was upset at him and she should let him think about what he had done for a while. It was surprising however when he apologized for his actions. Warily, Cali watched him explain himself to her, frowning. "It was dirty talk, Jacob. I was not cursing because I hated it but it had been in the heat of the moment when it happened. It certainly will not happen again," she said with a finality as she looked away from. Right now it hurt to not want to have him near her but she was becoming her mother's child and it scared her to fucking bits. She wanted a slave around and not because to sexuall satisfy her. It was more than that, wasn't it?<br><br>"Bring me the post it note and the phone, Jacob. Also call a take out place because I am not in the mood to waste hours making burgers," she commented, putting the plates away. Spend two hours prepping the food only to have a burger? Fuck that, she thought as she left the kitchen to settle herself on the living room couch. She asked Jacob to bring her a glass of water to take with the migraine she seemed to have acquired the past few hours. "I forgive you for your outburst last night, I rather forget about that and go on with my life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 22:01:31</strong>
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				Jacob did as she asked and brought her the phone, note, and Chinese takeout menu. The only one she had besides pizza. He couldn't help but feel a little indignant. She was falling back into her old routine of not teaching him and getting mad when he didn't know. He was sure he could do dirty talk, he imagined it was a more risque version of pillow talk. He couldn't help but feel frustrated again, but was far from making a scene. <br><br>What did she expect that he could just forget her? Forget the way he-- he touched her, tasted her. Jacob had an extreme like of her, he wasn't sure if it was love but it certainly wasn't lust. He had the overwhelming urge to please her. He thought about her all the time. He thought about last night and how she felt, smelled, wanted him. He wouldn't forget that, never. If she was so worried about turning into her mother, she was going to find she would.<br><br>If she isn't willing to try she's going to feel alone and neglected, then she'll default to what she'd known all her life. After all, that's what Jacob did. When he felt that way, he went back to scared little robot slave. She was just taking all her anger out on him. How was he to know what dirty talk was? Jacobs flare of irrational indignation gave away and he held the things she asked out of her reach, he felt sad for her. He might be a slave but he wanted that. She was a slave in her own mind and he felt sad. He bent forward and kissed her on the cheek giving her the items, "When you want to stop being scared you know where I am..." he whispered and walked off to his room. <br><br>She was going to end up like her mom if she didn't try living without fear of ending up like the woman. Suddenly Jacob felt a pang of pity along with the sad for her. He was what he was, but she was... off in her own little prison. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 22:18:19</strong>
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				Jacob needed to forgot those things for both of their insanity. Yes, it was nice to have someone hold her hand and caress her. Goddess, how he caressed her in that manner but it was not worth her mental state. She had her own demons to take care of and adding another one was too much. Why did she feel like a song called, 'Because Of You', gave her the sense that was how her life was. Sure, her mother had a big hand in shaping her attitude but she disliked how people tried to tell her how to act or even how to be. When Jacob pushed her button when he kept the items out of reach, Jacob should have ran for the damn hills.<br><br>The anger inside of her boiled over. She flung the phone near his head, missing him by a few feet but it managed to break apart against the wall. Right now she could care less if she broke everything in this house to make sure he knew how angry she was. "You shut the fuck up, Jacob. You have no fucking right to tell me how I feel nor tell me to come to you when I am done with anything," she stated icily as her hands and curled into knuckles. Goddess, she hated how she felt at the moment to have him keep the items she needed out of reach from her. He was not one to make reach over to pluck it from his hands. Jacob had toyed with her and she hated to be toyed with above all things.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and whispered, "Go to your god damn room and stay there. I hear a peep or even think you are disobeying orders I swear I will call my mother and give you to her as a present. Go. Now," she stated, waiting to hear him snivel and beg her forgiveness. She was not going to be nice Calista anymore if he sought to defy her wishes and taunt her. Rubbing at her cheek, she tried to rub away the feel of his lips against her cheek. Even now her face tingled from the kiss but it had to be squashed quickly this feeling. <br><br>"I am going out, you watch the house and I might even fuck another slave to show you that what we have is pure lust, Jacob," she said over her shoulder as she grabbed her flip flops and bag. She needed to get away. Get her head on straight and think about her next course of action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 22:32:36</strong>
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				Jacob worked hard not to cringe. He'd never seen such denial. She had bottled it all up. He was probably going to have to anger her a few more times before she got it all out in the open. Jacob worried about her threats but he knew she wouldn't. He had to give her time to let all her problems boil out. He would also have to order a new phone. He hadn't been toying. He'd been trying to prove his point and he done so... violently. He didn't think he could survive her issues. <br><br>Surprisingly Jacob wasn't upset about it. He went to his room after throwing away the old phone and ordering a new one. He also checked the drywall where the phone had impacted and it only had a scratch where she'd thrown it. He fixed it with some putty he found. She must have had it to repair nail holes. Done he made himself a dinner. A chicken sandwich with roast pineapple and onions. Brushed his teeth and went to his room. <br><br>He would be patient, she would come off her could of anger eventually. Besides he promised he wouldn't run again, and he wouldn't. He just hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid. He made sure to finish her work on his laptop before going to sleep. Poor mistress he thought. She's just so confused.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 22:50:42</strong>
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				Suprisingly, Calista did not return to the penthouse; nor the next day or the next day. She was gone for five days from the penthouse. Calista had traveled to Orlando, Florida to visit the friends who had gone to college earlier than expected. There she buried herself in partying as a eighteen year old should and shoved her problems to the back of her mind for as long as she could. Off went her cell phone, hell she could barely remember where she last saw its appearance. Maybe she threw it in the ocean as she imagined or at her friend's house but she could always buy a new one.<br><br>After what had happened, Calista had done as she promised to Jacob. She had slept with a friend's slave after she had a couple of drinks. Granted she was drunk at the time and had no clue whether her hymen had been broken but she went into a room with her friend's slave and her memories were fuzzy on the sex act. Still must have been good if she woke up and her friend was shaking her head in amusement at her while Calista worked to find where her bra was. She still needed to phone her friend and ask if she really had sex but from having woken up stark naked than it was her indication. <br><br>Shoving her sunglasses onto her face to hide the red eyes and the dark circles, she walked into her penthouse. The need for a hot shower and her bed sounded awfully good to her. However she needed to be quiet and slip into her bedroom before Jacob knew about it. She had not called him in those days to get back at him. He needed to know she could easily cut herself off from him if he continued to fight and throw hateful words at her. Dressed in her friend's green cotton dress, she padded barefoot to her room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 23:13:12</strong>
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				Jacob hadn't thought his words hateful. He could make hateful words. Phrases like I wish you would, or your mother could take care of me. He didn't however, she'd just left and he tended to the house and ate. It looked just like she'd left it except he changed her bedsheets. He'd been out on the balcony waiting and sitting. Wondering when she'd be home. He worried what had happened to his mistress. He heard that there were a lot of loose slaves in Orlando and they were doing... horrible things to women and men on the street. <br><br>He saw her tip-toe back to her room but she didn't see him. She looked hungover but whole. Though he didn't believe anything else had happened to her. Jacob grabbed a bottle and a glass of water and padded after her. He didn't even want to know where she'd been. That was her problem. If she wanted to go on self-destructive binges she could, he picked up a list and took it back with the other things. <br><br>She was in the bath and he was sad for her. He felt sad, sad for his mistress such a troubled mistress. She'd just disappeared for five days he'd missed the tryouts for the slave games, he managed to keep her business going. Though she'd have a lot to buy. Her mother had called on ten different occasions to see her daughter only to think he killed her. He'd even been hauled down by police as a suspect. He said he didn't know and gave them her cell number but they got the same thing he did when he called. <br><br>Jacob opened the bottle and put some aspirin on the nightstand along with the business list and the glass of water. The walked out to the living room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 23:31:26</strong>
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				God, her body ached. It ached like something bad as she leaned back in the tub. There were a few hickey marks on her stomach and neck though she could easily cover them up. Cover them up? Why the hell should she? This would be a big sign for Jacob to stop falling for her or lusting to sleep with her. He needed to know she could easily get rid of him if he continued to piss her off. Goddess, she had one mother, Calista had no need for two. However, she did not kiss or touch her mother in that way and she shivered at the thought. <br><br>For as long as she could stand the water, Calista stayed in the tub. She washed and bathed herself of the last five nights. After this, she would slip into her pajamas and sleep until the sun went back down again. Whoever though of raging hungovers should have been castrated and thrown out to the sharks for this. The headache would not go away but it enjoyed doing a pounding number in her skull. Stepping out of the tub, she went about drying herself and changing into something once she made it to her bedroom.<br><br>"Goddess, it hurts," she muttered beneath her breath as she slipped a nightgown over her head. Rubbing her forehead, she squinted with one eye and noticed a glass of water and aspirin. Hmm, maybe she grabbed some on the way before taking her bath. At this moment she was too much in pain and hungover to give a flying monkey about who had brought her the medicine. Into her mouth went the aspirin and down went the water as she burped. Calista slipped beneath her covers and snuggled into her bed. Hopefully, everything would be alright and it would all be a dream. A happy ending where Jacob would shut his mouth and do what he was told and she could eat all the food she wanted and never gain weight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 23:44:16</strong>
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				Jacob decided to call it an early night as well, but decided he couldn't sleep. So he stayed up till eleven or so and did various chores quietly. He hoped mistress would come to her senses and see he hadn't wanted to hurt her, he looked at her in his mind's eye. This was how her mother started probably not listening to anyone then going out and getting laid then coming home shitfaced. Even he was swearing now. If only out of frustration. Things had been going so nice, until his mistress had her little repressive episode. Maybe a good hangover was what she needed. <br><br>Before he went to bed he padded into her room and looked at her, bending down he brushed her hair up and kissed her temple. "I'm glad you're back mistress..." he whispered, "I missed you so much." he walked out and closed the master bedroom's door quietly. Crawling into his own bed he drifted off into a neutral sleep. No dreams no nightmares. Nothing. He just wanted mistress to see she was becoming her mother and maybe have the sense to stop it. He couldn't do much himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 23:51:00</strong>
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				Little repressive episode had nothing on Calista. She had had fun being away from Jacob and putting herself in situations where she could be her age. Having worked too hard for three nightclubs, she would have been tanning and swimming this summer before Barcelona. Should have but did not because of the need to be a bit better than her mother. Maybe being her mother was the best policy since whatever she had done with Jacob was too out there for even Calista to go back from. Nope, a line had been crossed by letting Jacob think he had a right to throw his snippy comments and tell her how she should talk. If she wanted to curse, damn it she should. <br><br>She awoke the next morning needing a glass of milk and cookies. Smacking her lips together, she tasted alcohol and pizza on her breath. Not a good combination to have. Calista slipped out of bed, padding carefully from her room to the kitchen to have herself a morning breakfast. A glass of milk in one hand and a plate of cookies in the other she sat herself at the kitchen island table to nibble and drink to her heart's content. After consuming gordes of alcohol and junk food, milk was helping to keep her liver from giving out on her too early. "No more tequila shooters for me," she whispered as she bit into a chocolate chip cookie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 00:11:04</strong>
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				Jacob woke the next morning and bathed, shaved, and dressed. He went to the kitchen and ignored his mistress. It hurt him horribly to do so but she had to start acting like a spoiled girl. That's not why he liked her. He liked her because when she wanted to she was a great mistress. Teaching him, giving him work, and punishing him accordingly. This self-loathing would have to stop. Maybe her little 'runaway' would help her come to her senses. At least she didn't get brutalized by cops. Just vodka and tequila. <br><br>She was going off to college soon and would have to take more responsibility. He wasn't some toy. He had his own thoughts and feelings and she was very receptive to those and that was nice, but one little thing she blew totally out of context so it could suit her complex. He poured himself a cup of orange juice and sat in front of the T.V. to catch the news.<br><br>A habit he picked up. He kept cruising the news to make sure Calista didn't end up dead and plastered across the six O'clock. It hurt him to act this way but her issues were getting in the way of their most basic of relationships. If she was going to crucify him for every little thing she was always going to be lonely and he wouldn't feel better either. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 00:23:32</strong>
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				Cali ignored Jacob when she knew he was ignoring her back in return. It hurt but she rather do this than have him beaten or even worse raped as she had heard from her friends in Orlando had put theirs through. "I am going to be gone again, already sent an email to the clubs that I am taking sick leave. Since I did a great job last time I am given three days to rest on top of the five I took," she replied as she finished her food and placed it in the sink. Three days to do more of what she wanted without a care in the world.<br><br>When she wanted to, she would stop being a bitch to Jacob. Besides, was it not time to tell him that she was going to Barcelona? Hmm, a nice way to hurt him further. Might be even cruel but for her anything was possible in getting back at a slave for disobeying her. Even if it was because he said two words to her it hurt and damn it, no one was allowed to hurt her again. <br><br>Taking a deep breath, she settled herself on one end of the couch to watch him. How to go about telling him? Much better to let it all out and then walk away. "I am leaving for Barcelona, Spain in another two and a half months. You might not be going with me and might stay with my mother. Now, I am off to change and head out," she commented, standing up and heading to her bedroom to change into jeans and a t-shirt. With the three days she had off, she might visit a few other friends this time in New York or Louisiana. Yes, sounded great to her not realizing about the slave Olympics and his loss of being entered into it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 00:34:31</strong>
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				Jacob was upset by this news he didn't want to be left with her mother he would runaway from her mother. He didn't know what to do. He was hurt horribly hurt. She was going to leave him like an old toy and leave him subjected to Kalista. He wanted to get back at her. She hurt him and he wanted to hurt her back. <br><br>What a horrible thing to do. Especially for a slave. To hurt your own mistress. He couldn't stand it anymore. She was being mean on purpose, he would be mean back. How mature were both of them being. Still Jacob didn't care. He wanted his revenge. He turned back and watched her walk away, standing up he took a deep breath.<br><br>He knew what this would do. It would probably lead out into a knockdown-drag out fight. "W--well at least your mother is honest about what she does!" he yelled at her trying to hold the tears back, "She doesn't cover it up by blaming other people!" he thought about a more lewd comment but that was enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 00:52:06</strong>
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				In midstep she stopped at hearing Jacob's words. At least her mother was honest about what she did? Doesn't cover it up? Really now? Slowly, she turned to look at him and smirked viciously at him. "Oh, really? Then maybe you will enjoy her strapping you down and fucking your brains out? I bet that your intention all along with being so eager to hug and touch me. Do not worry, if you squint your eyes together, she could be me," she hissed out, walking up to him. <br><br>Fuck he made her angry but beneath the layer of anger she still felt the need to touch and hold him. To ask him for forgiveness. Her? Ask him forgiveness? What was going on with her? Why did she feel as if she should apologize? "Tell me something Jacob? Do you even know what you are feeling? You think you know who I am but let me look at you," she whispered, looking him up and down and undressed him with his eyes. "You are a commodity, something to be used, reused or thrown away. Why not runaway?"<br><br>Goddess that hurt to say it and there was hurt in her own eyes at the thought of him running away. "What am I doing? Goddess, I am too emotional," she whispered, turning away to rub at her forehead. Was she having some sort of emotional breakdown? Maybe she should check herself into a damn clinic with how her emotions were going from one way to another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 01:03:00</strong>
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				The fire left Jacob. He hadn't had it in him to push this on. He had the one good comment and that was it. He wasn't used to doing this! He wasn't supposed to be doing this. Goddess all he wanted to do was kiss her lips no matter how angry they looked. No matter how mad she was he just wanted to feel close to her again. Feel her touch. <br><br>Anger was boiling in her, pain in him. This wasn't his mistress. Why did she hate herself so damn much. He stared at her for the longest time his face contorted in hurt. He wanted her so much. Just to be where they were. They were adventurous and happy and building a connection and his stupid little misconception and her misinterpretation of that had blown it all to pot. <br><br>"I don't run away because I want to love you but your not letting me." he said. He knew she wanted him to run away on some level then she could just wash her hands of him. Well he wasn't gong anywhere. He didn't know what to do so he just acted he grabbed her and hugged her kissing her lips. He broke it off. "It... is good to have you back..." he said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 01:09:17</strong>
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				Fuck she felt horrible. She should be kicked in the stomach for the things she said to him. Jacob did not deserve this kind of treatment. What the hell was she doing in breaking his spirit? He had his spirit broken once as he waited to be given away. Now she was trying to do so when all he wanted was for her to be happy. To love and be loved in return. Look at what she had done to him. <br><br>She grabbed onto him as if he was her damn lifeline. Her lips meshed with him, mewling and whimpering in hunger and sadness. "I am sick to death of what I am becoming, I know if I keep doing this I won't be able to stop," she whispered, tears in her eyes. Fuck it, she was going to go mad if she kept denying herself things. Especially Jacob. He was only trying to be there for her and she had messed it up by going nuts these past few days. He deserved so much better.<br><br>Calista held onto him, needing a safety net to reign her back in. Her mother couldn't help her. Hell, her mother might try to bring her to her side and she would be forever lost. "Why love a vicious female, Jacob? I am such a bitch and hurtful to you but I am afraid to be open to anyone," she whispered, sniffling into his neck. She kissed him again, needing reassurance he was not going to leave her to her vices and the path she might have gone down. Calista wanted to be here with him even if she had to figure out in what sense it could be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 01:19:47</strong>
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				"Because even when you want to be horrible." he said kissing the top of her head. Smelling her shampooed hair. "You can never keep it up. You don't mean it." he held her tight his hands on her hips. Goddess he just wanted to lie with her, naked on the bed. Like they used to. She would touch and pet him and he her.<br><br>He rocked her back and forth knowing he had to protect his mistress like she protected him. He didn't even want to know what she'd done. "It doesn't matter..." he voiced the thought out loud, "Your back now." he cried a little. He was so happy to just be with her. <br><br>He got a clever idea, "You have three days off." he smirked slyly. "Why don't we just... stay here." he cooed. rubbing her back, "And I can show you just how much I missed you." the rush of fantasies was too much for him to sort. So he settled for a playful lowering of the hands. He felt her bottom underneath his hands. He was just happy to have her back. Whole and unhurt, physically at least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 04:46:29</strong>
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				He knew her. Goddess, he knew when she was faking to be horrible. There was no absolute way she could want to be a mean and terrible bitch to him. "I cannot lie to be mean to you," she whispered, stroking his back with her hands. She was happy at least to be able to break down in front of him without the fear of him wondering how fast he could run from her. He wanted to be here in her presence. Who else would attest to that?<br><br>Her mother? Fuck no. Kalista would want something in return for being there for Cali. "I do not even remember what I have done," she whispered, stroking his hair. She had no clue if she really slept with that slave. Goddess, should she tell him? Would he look at her in disgust? He would know either way if and when they slept together in the biblical sense. Shutting her eyes, she kissed his neck over and over. "However I know I cannot be like that with anyone else," she said into his ear.<br><br>Smiling, she looked at him. "Yes, three days," she pondered, blushing at his words. How much he missed her? Mmm, in what ways would he show her how much he missed her presence? Moaning, she arched her bottom into his hands. "I think that sounds good but we need to stock up on food, water and barrade the door. Oh and unplug the phone cords," she stated, leaning up to kiss his lips again. She went from kissing his lips to jumping and wrapping her legs around his waist.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 05:03:20</strong>
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				Jacob made a strange little sound in surprise but caught her and quickly sat down on the couch. He broke the kiss off after the longest time. That and he hadn't quite learned remembering to breath while making out. "Mistress!" he said in mock indignation, "We have three days starting tomorrow. No need to rush." he smiled and gave a small laugh at his own joke. He gently unwrapped her legs so she could be more comfortable. "Plus I'm not a resident of your room anymore." he rubbed noses with her letting her find her little niche in his embrace like she liked to do. He really wanted back in his original high point. <br><br>Still they had all day today, "I don't think we have to worry about food. I came back just before your staggered in yesterday, I have all your favorites. The vouchers I used are on that sheet at the nightstand." he informed so she wouldn't get in trouble. "If I can move back in I promise to hurry so you can teach me about... dirty talk." he mumbled holding her close. <br><br>Jacob had another fantasy. One of his favorites. Big tee-shirt and panties, but walking around the house with him in tow telling him what a good boy and fast learner he is. He didn't bring up the missed games. He could care less. Plus there were always a ton of local games year-round so it was no biggie. He was just happy to be with Calista.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 05:22:40</strong>
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				Laughing in joy, she settled herself on his lap. His lips and tongue, goddess she almost melted into a puddle. Hell, she might have melted into his lap and made sure to heat up his cock before dripping to the floor. If she was not a human, a steaming cup of water she would be everytime she came around Jacob. There was something about him which made her keep going to him no matter what. Was it some sort of universal pull to let her know there was someone even if he was a slave to watch her back? If so, she was going to give a big thank you card to the universe for this.<br><br>"Sure as if you would want me to go achingly slow today," she teased, wiggling her bottom in his lap. Rubbing her nose against him, she nodded. She had kicked him out of her room but she whispered against his lips to get his stuff back into her room as soon as possible. As in now. Smiling, she nipped at his lower lip, her hands stroking his shoulders. Goddess, she could not get enough of touching him in some way. She doubt she ever would get enough of putting her hands on his warm skin.<br><br>Moving herself off his lap, she snapped her fingers for him to hurry to put his stuff away. "Come on, we do not have all day," she joked as she bounced. Yes, bounced off towards her bedroom to await him. Calista shucked the nightrobe from her and laid on her back to watch Jacob from her position on the bed. "I am sorry about the games, heard about it two days ago and I drank myself to try and get over the guilt, Jacob."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 05:40:28</strong>
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				"Please be careful with the alcohol, mistress. You wouldn't want to ruin that cute little liver of yours." he said scampering away to get his things. Not wanting to make multiple trips he got his toiletries and some clothes. It took him twenty minutes to get it all squared away. Then he realized something, "Um... if we were to... you know... have sex..." he said warily trying not to sound overly interested just objective. "I did throw out ours..." he muttered.<br><br>He gave her a quick kiss before putting away the last of it. He looked at her in the nightdress. She was still beautiful as always but she had dark circles under her eyes and they were bloodshot too. "You know. I think I would like a nap..." he looked at her, "Cuddled up to you." he smirked he closed the walk-in closet as he took his shirt and pants off and hopped in bed. He moved some hair out of her face. "You look like you had a rough five days..." he said nuzzling up to her stomach under her breasts. <br><br>Jacob realized he'd been going too fast with the groom-slave thing. However, he also knew that wasn't what upset her. Still the past was just that, the past. He waited to get pet and loved. The air between them now clear. He wasn't tired but she was, he could tell, "A little nap? Then group bath? Finish up with a movie and some couch time?" he suggested for there schedule. "Sign off on that, mistress?" he said hopefully. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 06:03:07</strong>
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				"I had wanted to forget about my problems. Wanted to forgot how much I hurt you and myself," she answered, watching him get his things. What an eager male he was to rush his things into her bedroom. Blushing, she glanced from Jacob's form to look towards where she had placed the a second box but must have forgotten to ask him to throw it away as well the other night. "Actually I bought two but I forgot the second was there," Calista answered, a flush of heat rising in her face.<br><br>Yawning, she shook her head. She was fine. Alright, she was not. The partying, drinking and staying up late had caught up to her now. Damn it and she really wanted to do a few things to him but she needed to get her beauty sleep. "Nap sounds good," she replied and leaned up to kiss him. Kissing him would be a requirement for her to do everytime he was around her. His lips being without her smeared lipstick or her own lips on his mouth was a crime against nature. "Yes, no more crazy binging for me." Reaching down, she stroked his hair and even tugged on it to let him know she appreciated him.<br><br>Another yawn but a smile came from her. Calista signed off of the plans he made for her. "Add ice cream to the movie and I am all for it," she teased, her hands stroking over his shoulders. She wanted Jacob, badly. However, she could wait and be patient. No use in overtaxing herself when she barely had a good night's rest. Better to be well rested, go through some lazy and relaxing tasks before she went tigress on him in the bedroom. "Goodnight, Jacob," she whispered before she closed her eyes to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 06:23:32</strong>
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				Jacob nuzzled down into her. She would get it. She needed a nap at least. He could tell when she was overworked if she took a bath now she might drown. Smirking he fell asleep. It was jsut a little humor for his own mind. He would never let anything happen to her. Never, that was his job. One of many jobs. <br><br>He slept peacefully for about four hours it was some time during the afternoon he could tell. Extricating himself from her softly he went to silently ran her bath. Steam rose from the surface of the water. He had a lot to do. He laid out fresh towels and started a light dinner of thin-cut lamb for gyros. An Greek number consisting of a special sauce with veggies and the lamb all in a pita pocket. He'd picked up a few cookbooks. Just because he was trained didn't mean he couldn't learn. <br><br>Then they would have ice cream and a movie. A nice little horror flick. He liked horror movies. They scared him a little but Calista liked to nuzzle into him more. Plus it had been such a long time sense they'd been together. He'd never been a week away from her before it was almost unbearable. More to the fact that he didn't know if she was coming back. Still it was all done and done. No use worrying over her absence now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 20:22:42</strong>
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				Calista dreamt and rested to her body's content. She needed to rest after what she had put herself through. Even her liver was content to be able to process milk instead of the high alcohol content it filtered. Hell, she was glad she had her friends around to stop her from overdrinking. Alcohol poisoning was not a good thing to go through after having seen her mother have her stomach pumped. Her body healed itself, snuggling against Jacob for the extra body heat the males seemed to have more of.<br><br>Yawning, she stretched and moved around in bed. Calista noticed two things: One, Jacob was not in bed with her. Second was she felt much better after her nap and ready to go on with the planned activities. Sitting up in bed, she rubbed at her eyes trying to clear the blur from her eyesight. Hopefully she was not going blind or needed glasses to get herself around. Sniffing the air, Calista smiled and scooted herself out of bed. A few bones popped and her muscles sighed in relief. "Much better," she muttered as she glanced around, calling for Jacob to come to her. <br><br>Come to her? Mmm, there were a slew of connotations that popped up in her mind's eye about those three words. A slew of the images were more above the PG-13 rating, even a few slipped into the XXX rated and she blushed in embarassment. Wow, she must have been really drunk not to want to come home to Jacob earlier. She was still sad she had left him alone for more than five days by himself and had him missed out on the Olympics. Calista bet he would have looked great in a running track suit. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 20:37:14</strong>
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				Jacob, still in his boxers, finished putting the food on a plate when she called. He put the things on a platter and walked back to her beckoning. Oh Goddess it was good to have her back. He had worried himself sick over what poor fate had befallen her. It wasn't like she had planned anything or left numbers. She just up and left for Goddess knows where. He placed glass of iced tea and a glass of water on the plate. Jacob hated tea. It all tasted like boiled bark to him but he could drink it if he had to.<br><br>He put the plate on the night stand and kissed his mistress right at where the neck met the collar bone. "Your bath is piping hot and ready. He said wondering if she would actually let him sit with her. The bath was big enough, but it was a lot more intimate than a shower. It was easier to eat in a bath though. Jacob smiled at the silliness of his thought. He didn't have too many of those anymore but they were still present on occasion. <br><br>He followed her with the tray into the bathroom. He couldn't resist looking at her Latin bottom as it swayed. She had to be doing it on purpose. He had missed her though, the penthouse had been eerily quiet with just himself for company. No one visited besides Kalista. Jacob didn't tell her about those incidents. Why worry her over nothing. He helped her into the hot bath and waited for an invitation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 21:26:04</strong>
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				Calista bit her lower lip as she looked Jacob over in his boxers. Her eyes went particulary to the chords of muscle and skin which made up his chest and stomach. She could bounce a damn quarter off of his abs or even have herself a meal on it. Damn, the image of a eating ice cream off of his stomach came to mind and her sex clenched at the thought. "Mmm, yes I like that," she whispered as she accepted his kiss on her collarbone.<br><br>Her hand came up to stroke his back and shoulders. Jacob had been stuck in the house for five days. Five days not knowing where she was. She had acted irresponsible with him and had let him down. Not only as someone who cared for him but as a Mistress. A Mistress was supposed to have her shit together and she would have it together. For now, she wanted him to be near her and spend the next few days patching things up. The better patched up what was between the better it would be when she let herself open up to healing. Already she had ideas of seeing a therapist for her issues and bring Jacob along to build a bit more trust between them. <br><br>"Good to hear," she answered as she turned and padded off towards her bathroom. Oh, she swung her hips a bit more to entice him to want to touch. Noticing the look of the tub, she smiled, thanking Jacob as she undressed. Calista went into the tub and sighed in content. The water was warm and scented. Mmm, she liked when it was the temperature she wanted it. Calista wondered if Jacob had used a thermometer to see what the temperature of the bath water had been to get right her liking. If he had, he deserved to be in this bath, if not, he still was allowed into the hot bath. Crooking a finger at him, she invited him into the warm water with her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 22:22:59</strong>
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				Jacob placed the tray over on a little table used for oils and such. It was relatively empty now so it was perfect. He slid his boxers off and tossed them aside, something told him he wouldn't be needing them for a while at least. He looked at his mistress in the water he'd not used bubbles so he could see all of her she left exposed. He stepped in and sat opposite her. Even the biggest of tubs there wasn't a lot of room to move but he managed pulling his mistress up into his lap his legs on either side of her.<br><br>Reaching for a plate he set it on the side of the tub for her and got his own. There were only a few worthy places a slave could be with his mistress: At her heel. Head in lap or behind. He enjoyed his restored status greatly. He ate his food and touched her. Nothing beat that. He hadn't touched her in an eternity it seemed. His free hand slid over her bottom and around to her breasts, over her stomach and thighs. He finished his light meal quite fast. He wanted both hands. <br><br>Jacob kept out of her intimate place. There would be time for that later. Right now he was more or less giving her an over glorified wash as she ate. He couldn't wait for the movie, she would put on some form hugging panties or a thong and they would lie together just enjoying each others company. If only in another room. Jacob smiled and wet her hair affectionately smoothing out the nap-time tangles.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 05:26:03</strong>
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				Calista chewed on her lower lip as she watched Jacob slide his boxers off. Goddess, he could have been those fable Satyr's who roamed the lands in search of a virgin nymph to have under an olive tree. Well, she was a virgin nymph or maybe she was not as she thought hard whether she had done anything with the other slave. It was strange to think she could not even remember the pain nor see any blood in her panties when she woke up. Did she even do anything other than fall asleep. It was something that would bother her until she found out with Jacob the results of her own virginity.<br><br>Smiling, she settled against his chest. Already she could feel his straining erection against her back. Cali leaned into him, enjoying this moment with him. Truly, she had missed him while she was away. Everytime, she looked over her shoulder to see if he was there she had become disappointed knowing he was back in Miami. She ate her food, enjoying what he had made for her and asking what was in it. The flavors burst on her tongue and even made her making a sucking noise with her lips when she bit into a place that was still warm. <br><br>Mewling, she arched into his touch. "Mmm, I enjoy when you touch me," she whispered, her thighs opening up to his wandering hands. This bath was becoming more and more relaxing to her. She even laughed as Jacob wet her hair and removed the tangles. "Yes, I think I have a few knots in my hair. If you see a bat in there, do not pet it," she teased, turning her head to look over at him. There was desire in her eyes and she wanted Jacob so much.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 05:47:18</strong>
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				He kept his hand out of her womanhood. Not that he didn't want to, but sex after ice cream had to be better than sex before it. He didn't dare tell her what she could have of him, because she could have anything of him. He just wanted her to ease back into her routines with him. He didn't want her rushing this. It was delicate. He wanted to be with her, and in the other connotation too... just not so fast. Again he didn't dare tell her this. He waited for her to finish her food before standing up and drying himself off. She needed a bath more than him so he moved the tray and began to rub her with a washcloth. "I'm going to go get the ice cream..." he whispered tossing the washcloth on top of her breasts.<br><br>He slipped on his terrycloth robe. He didn't like wet silk or linen. He dried his hair and got one of her favorite blankets down. He liked there couch it was deceptively large. He could cuddle into the back of it and she could fit with room to sprawl. He got out the carton of mint chocolate-chip ice cream and dished out a couple of bowls worth. <br><br>He set them aside as he put the horror movie in. A sci-fi one with alien bugs on a derelict starship and a female engineer with her male slave, slash assistant are stuck trying to get away. He piled some pillows on the armrest and prepped the blanket to wrap them both up in, he left to put on a fresh pair of boxers. Black one tailored to fit snug. She should be all cleaned up and pretty by now. He thought. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 04:15:51</strong>
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				"My, I would think you were focus on the food than on me," she teased as she watched him dry himself off and wash her. It was tender and sweet, blowing him a kiss as she finished her own plate of food. The food was delicious and it filled her stomach. The past few days she merely had alcohol and junk food to get her through the day. To be able to eat a meal that did not contain chocolate frosting or a hot pocket was a piece of heaven. Mmm, ice cream sounded good to her but she let herself indulge in the rest of the food before she felt it was time to get herself out of the tub.<br><br>Calista slipped into a silk robe, one of her favorite types. Sure, she enjoyed terrycloth but silk made her feel that more sensual to have on and tease Jacob a bit. Seeing his eyes go wide and the color darken made her weak in the knees. Maybe she was starting to act a bit more free with Jacob but whatever she was feeling, Cali enjoyed it. Enjoyed being able to let herself be vulnerable and know he was not going to judge or berate her for it. Nope, Jacob embraced it and made sure she was safe and happy no matter his own feelings. Having changed into only a tank top and boy shorts sans bra and panties, she padded out to see what Jacob had been up to while she dressed for this evening's activities.<br><br>"Impressive," she said a few seconds later as she took in the sight of the living room. There was ice cream waiting to be consumed on the coffee table. A horror flick was starting up on the plasma screen, a smile coming on to see if was a cheesy horror movie. The two of them would get a laughter out of how the people survived in the flick. Pillows of different shapes and sizes were on the large couch along with a blanket she knew would be put to good use in snuggling together. "Mmm, you look even better," she replied as she settled herself on the couch, patting behind herself for him to join her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 04:29:07</strong>
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				Jacob shuffled over to her and moved into his place. He let her wiggle her tight bottom against him. H wrapped an arm around her. He had his upper back on the armrest so he could eat his ice cream and watch the flick. This one wasn't exactly cheesy but it was a little formulaic. He'd just never seen anything science fiction. Even the books weren't part of his curriculum.<br><br>"I had a lot of time to work on my definition." he informed her, "You weren't around to distract me much." he kissed her on the top of her head so she wouldn't feel sad. Then he started in on his ice cream as the movie got underway. He made sure to cover them both with the blanket before an unpleasant chill swept through the room. <br><br>They chuckled at one of the cliche bits but the monster effects were actually quite good. Despite the cozy setting Jacob couldn't help but shake the uncomfortable feeling that this was how it all started last time. He had to remind himself that he would watch what he said and try to learn to dirty talk. He doubted he could do it. He was such a straight arrow.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 05:13:29</strong>
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				"Definition?," she asked, glancing up at him. Definition, she tried to remember what he meant by that. "Did you mean the love one?" Calista wiggled up against Jacob and settled herself with him. Snuggled in the blanket, she wondered if the definition of love had changed. For her, she could see herself finding a companion on Jacob but the thought of love mate or groom-slave still freaked her out a bit. <br><br>Her fingers danced along the arm wrapped around her as she watched the movie. She chuckled at a few parts and shook her head in amusement in others. Whoever the actress needed to check herself in the mirror every few times. The female actress had some sort of food particle between the two front teeth which distracted her from listening to what the female was talking about. A few times, she commented to Jacob that if she ever had food in her teeth to tell her right away. No use in her embarassing herself with a glob of spinach in her front teeth and have one of her clients inform her of the faux paus. <br><br>It was typical plotline of the female and her assistant surviving only for the male to give his life to save her in the end. The ending was fine with her but she was focused on the ice cream and being close with Jacob again. Movie collection would have to be revised to find something that would not be a typical ending but one that the two could be able to discuss later. Maybe even order in a documentary and see if he might want to further get into the theme showcased on the screen. "I think the ice cream was better than the movie, don't you think Jacob?," she asked as she turned in his embrace to snuggle chest to chest. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 05:47:21</strong>
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				"My muscular definition, mistress." he said he'd worked out a lot while she was gone, "But I did think about other things to which definition can apply..." he quickly added just in case she was looking for something deeper. He'd thought about the whole groom-slave thing and his definition didn't change that much. It became a little more mature. She would hopefully, eventually take him and he had to wait. He could be patient. <br><br>The movie finished. Jacob didn't like to harp on movies. He thought that it was good for slaves to get a gig in Hollywood. That and a lot of great actresses got their starts in movies like this. He was sure a few years from now some of them would get a little more A list. Jacob turned himself from his philosophical musings to his mistress. Sliding a hand down her backside. Embracing her as she turned. around<br><br>Jacob reached over and took her bowl putting it on the end table he waited for her to do her little feline stretches and the busy job of extricating herself from the tangle the blanket had become as they played with one another, "I'll put these in the dishwasher, should I meet you in the bedroom later?" he smirked, playfully. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 06:04:09</strong>
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				"Mm, yes your muscles are much more defined than last time," she commented, running her hands over his arms and particularly his chest. Teasingly, she dragged her fingernails over the disks of his male nipples. "Yes, other definitions that can be talked about later." Right now, she felt comfortable with easing back into their routine. Five days away made a hitch in how natural was between them. Even on the couch, she wondered if things would go downhill like last time but she silently told herself to be optimistic.<br><br>Calista shook her head at Jacob wanting to meet her in the bedroom. She wanted to snuggle with him a bit on the couch. She whispered she merely want him to hold her for now before doing anything else. Calista needed to hold him and remember how much she had missed out the past five days. Those five days could have been put to good use to ease him even more into her life. Still, she had three days off and would open herself up to him. Even if one of those days she spent it on going to the therapist to work her problems with Jacob at her side, she would. The more Cali was able to open herself up and be blunt about how she felt with her past, it would make things with Jacob that much easier and healthy. <br><br>Snuggling into him, she turned her head to place it on his shoulder. What she wanted most was to see whatever this was through. Calista kept leaning to take Jacob to Barcelona, Spain. Not only the possibility of her being free of her mother's reign but to have Jacob explore Spain with her. Get him to see the world than merely the inside of the penthouse or a cage before she bought him. "If you know any nice poems, whisper them in my ear," she asked, stroking one hand over his chest and abs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 06:22:30</strong>
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				He recited the love poems of Sappho, and poets like Tennyson and Byron, men who wrote before the Woman's Reformation. It was actually a relatively bloodless affair as far as history concerned and it was almost a century old. It was more like women realizing the outnumbered men and they just maneuvered themselves into positions of power. Most of the conflict came in third-world nations. Jacob didn't really care about this. He cared about keeping the steady supply of words flowing into his mistress's cute little ears.<br><br>He finally stopped the poetry and settled for nibbling on the cute little earlobes. His hand on her hip. His other hand on her stomach. He pulled her into his embrace. He could kiss he could cuddle. He liked to do it. However, even he had his limits. The good food and warmth was too much to fight and he yawned.<br><br>"We can sleep on the couch?" he posed. Rubbing her stomach and thigh with his hands. Hands that always did good work. As far as he was concerned. There was too much invested in them for it to be anything less. He kissed her tanned shoulder. He smelled her chocolate hair. With it's lazy curls. "I missed you so much." he said nuzzling his face into her hair.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 07:04:31</strong>
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				Beautiful words he whispered into her ear. When Jacob recited poems by the infamous Byron, she blushed profusely. Byron had actually been a supporter of females being in charge while the men were their pleasure slaves. That and Byron enjoyed giving a female pleasure before his own even if he did come a little earlier. Still, he made sure a female received several bouts of orgasms. Goddess, she could not believe she was heading down that avenue again. "I enjoy those beautiful poems, Jacob," she said into his shoulder, her right hand playing with his hair.<br><br>Sighing, she scooted closer to him but anymore and could have been his second skin. Her fingertips drew invisible circles around his neck, chest and abs. As he nibble on her earlobe, she mewled, feeling her breasts tighten and nipples bead up. Goddess even with merely nibbling on her ear she was ready to go and have her way with him. She bet he would not mind if she asked him to do more to her but hearing him yawn, she glanced up.<br><br>"Yes, I do not want you falling over if you try to make your way through the hallway," she teased. Reaching up, tentatively she kissed him on the lips. Calista wanted him to know she would work on things. Work on bettering herself and not take it out on him. She admitted it to herself that there were problems which affected her in different areas; one of which was the pairing between Jacob and herself. Yes, she had told him over a few weeks ago that sex was not in the cards. However, making love and sex were different things. Yes, she was afraid of the term love but making love in a sense was a connection deeper than fucking like rabbits. Calista wanted to make love with Jacob but she could wait. "I missed you too, Jacob," she answered, closing her eyes to fall asleep into his arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 01:01:26</strong>
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				Jacob trailed soft little kisses over her collar bone, and shoulder. She smelled so sweet and her skin was soft, dark and soft. He loved her though he'd received certain jibes from unscrupulous slaves while on market, one's that said, 'Oh your that Cruz's little slave ain't ya?' then his friend would reply, 'That woman that goes through slaves like chewing gum?' <br>'No the daughter.' <br>'Oh so you like those Latin asses do you?'<br><br>Jacob had promptly ignored them, he did like Calista's bottom but he liked everything about her. He admired her. She was his mistress and he was proud to be her slave. He stroked her until he was sure she fell asleep then he followed suit. He didn't dream. At least, he didn't think he did. He was sure it would have been about Calista.<br><br>Jacob woke sometime in the early morning, five or so, rubbing his eyes he stretched and found his mistress right where he had left her. He wrapped his arms around her and went back to sleep. He woke again around their usual time. Calista still in his arms. He sat watching her taking her in. He never got enough chances to really do this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 03:29:32</strong>
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				Calista knew about her mother's reputation would get back to Jacob. She had heard through other associates and friends about how a few of the market slaves talked to Jacob. Talked about how Jacob should pick up a few viagra bottles to keep himself up at alll times. Even heard a few asked Jacob whether he enjoyed the different sexual positions he was put through for the Cruz's women. It hurt her to hear that her mother's lifestyle even made her look like she was easy to get into bed with. Goddess, made her want to throw a chair at the window but given that she lived in a penthouse where the windows could not be easily replaced without the risk of weather or falling to her death she let the pelting urge slide.<br><br>Goddess, everytime she fell asleep it was almost like a Sleeping Beauty sleep. She felt refreshed but disoriented as she flickered her eyes open. There was the wonder of whether she might sleep away her three days off and hoping it would not come down to that. Stirring in Jacob's arms, Calista asked him what time it was. Cali apologized for fall asleeping on him the last few times. "Don't want you thinking I am tired or sick of seeing you because I am not," she explained, smiling a sleepy smile at him.<br><br>Stretching in his arms, she snuggled against him. Goddess, it was nice to wake up in his arms. Felt better than she thought it could be. She needed to put this down on a requirement for her to wake up in Jacob's arms no matter what. Gave her a nice feeling to fell his body pressed against her. Biting on her lower lip, she glanced around and smiled. "Kiss me," she whispered as she leaned up to kiss his beautiful and enticing lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 04:28:14</strong>
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				Jacob smiled as she lavished words or praise on him. It was a genuine smile. He positively glowed. He loved being praised. Being a born and bred slave he supposed it was beaten into him, he didn't mind it. Learning how to make a souffle that didn't fall was torture in and of itself. He kissed her perfectly pouty lips. Those were some of his more favorite of her curves. <br><br>He met her lower lip and pulled on it just slightly. Letting go he kissed her lips square this time. He roamed her lips and the surrounding moth. He kissed her for the longest time. He kept his hands, relatively to himself. Some things just begged to be touched her waist and hips. He felt the soft muscle of her stomach under his fingers.<br><br>"Good morning, mistress..." he mumbled when they were done. "What would you like for breakfast this morning?" he asked stretching and sitting up so they could get ready or she could yank him back down and tell him she would beat him if she didn't kiss him again. He thought that was fair enough. He smiled again, this time at the image he had just created. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 20:48:14</strong>
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				Blushing as she kissed him, she felt almost like a teenager about to be caught making out with the servants. Never had she done this before with any of her mother's slaves. Sure a few offered them to teach her how to kiss or how to entice another male slave to want to kiss her. However, she asked them to show her using hands instead of their lips to practice. She had practiced on her own hand while he kissed his too not about to get herself into any situation of lips touching one another.<br><br>Now, she was kissing Jacob and enjoying that she had waited to kiss someone she wanted to put her lips against. As her mouth was teased and taken by Jacob's own, her hands stroked his chest and most of all over his heart. A heart she wanted for her own and it surprised her how much she wanted it to happen. How much she wanted his heart to belong to her and her alone. <br><br>Smiling against his lips, she wiggled in his embrace. "Good morning, Jacob. Mmm, I am in the mood for waffles, sausage and eggs with ham," she replied, reaching up to pull him back down. She had no need of breakfast for another hour or so. Besides, she wanted a bit of Jacob first before she had her breakfast. Right now she wanted a nice helping of Jacob and even seconds if he was up for it. "I want you," she teased into his ear before she flicked her tongue against the earlobe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 21:26:40</strong>
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				Jacob fell against the couch as she made her intentions known. "You can have me anytime." he whispered sharing in the ear nipping. His hands slid over her bottom out of habit. He couldn't help but think of the time he'd gotten to taste her... intimately. The scene stood vividly out in his mind. "Mmm..." he said trailing his lips down her neck and across her shoulder.<br><br>Enjoying the moment he kissed her stomach loving her caramel flesh, the way it gave slightly under his lips. The way she shuddered every once and a while. He'd learned to kiss from her of course. He had tried to be a very diligent student. He loved the way her soft lips pressed against him the way her body felt against him.<br><br>Jacob felt himself getting more aroused. It was evident he wanted to play, but that wasn't what mistress wanted, not now at least. He murmured a happy little sound as her fingers played over his muscles. "Want to... play, mistress?" he asked, "We do have an hour or so." he smiled it was good to have her back... he kissed her lips again poking at her with his tongue, mistress had taught him that one too... but she could be so particular sometimes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 22:28:17</strong>
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				Laughing in amusement at Jacob's words, she leaned down to nuzzle his neck. His scent was something that no perfume company could ever get down and bottled. If it ever was, she was sure the cologne would be sold out within a few day's time. Jacob's smell was enticing and brought out animal urges inside of her. She felt like a female wolf trying to stake her claim on a mate or something of the sort. To Cali, it felt invigorating and empowering to have it rush through her veins.<br><br>Cali shuddered beneath his potent lips, her breath hitching in her throat as her heart sped up. Anymore thumping in that manner and her heart would burst out of her chest to do a fast tap dance. Biting down on her lower lip, she let her legs open to give him more room to go down her body. Especially in a place where she remembered he last put his lips on and even now that part of her throbbed in anticipation.<br><br>Blushing, she nodded, blowing him a kiss. "Yes, I want to play," she said against his lips before she gave him another french kiss. Even she murmured against his lips that she wanted him to please her against with his lips against her sex. Embarassed by her words, she glanced away hoping it would not go down the bad road it had when she cursed in the middle of sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 04:40:00</strong>
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				Jacob rubbed his body against hers much like a pet would, in some ways. Nuzzling her and letting their tongues have a silent fight between their lips. He kissed down her lips trailing them down agonizingly slow... so tender and soft. Her bronze skin tasted wonderful to him. His hands roamed her curves. His hand slipped to the inside of her thighs.<br><br>He undid the fastening on her shorts and slid them off. He tossed them aside as they cleared her last, dainty toe. He looked at her simple panties she was soaked with her own need. He wanted to help her with that need so badly, but he needed to take it slower. He worked the panties down the curves of her hips and he slipped the two middle fingers into her moist womanhood. Nothing beat the feel of it. He worked them in and out slowly letting the juices flow over his hand. <br><br>Jacob went in for the last kiss. A long slow romantic one. Filled with as much passion as he knew how to put in it. He broke it off before descending to her legs again, this time kissing up to her womanhood. Her thighs her legs, Goddess he loved it all. He put his lips to her wet sex and barraged it with quick, short kisses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 17:41:26</strong>
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				Cali groaned and helped to wiggle herself out of her shorts. She wiggled her painted toes at him, having gotten them done while in Orlando. There were flowers on them, each different than the other. On one toe, she had a rose, another a daisy, even a camille on her pinky toe. She wondered what Jacob would think of the small designs on her toes but it seemed he had his attention somewhere else. Somewhere more precious than globs of nail polish that would come off with a cotton swab and polish remover.<br><br>"Oooh," she whispered, feeling the cool air against the most intimate part of her. Cali was nervous as all can be, wondering if it was going to end up like last time. Chewing on her lower lip, she moved to nuzzle one of the pillow using it to hide her face. She groaned against the pillow before she bit down on the corner of the pillows. Anything useful to muzzle her groans helped as she spread her legs wider. Her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, soaking him with her juices. She was wet and hot for Jacob, only Jacob.<br><br>She removed the pillow from her face in order to kiss him one last time. There was a sense of what he was going to do and the thought of it made her knees weak. Good thing she was on a couch or Jacob might think she had caught something in Orlando. "Jacob! Yes...," she cried out, her hands coming down to cup the back of his head. What did she say about his mouth? Oh yes, that it would make her melt into a puddle but now she felt like she would heat up like steam.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 00:43:43</strong>
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				Jacob like the way his mistress wiggled, squirmed, and moaned at his touch. He liked being useful, he liked being her slave. Most slaves didn't care for their mistresses, some hated them, and others like Jacob adored them. Somewhere back in his mind a tiny voice whispered in his ear. 'What part of you really loves her? You're trained to do this...' he staunched the voice. That Jacob was gone. He wouldn't let his training dictate what he thought about mistress. <br><br>He sucked and nibbled on her soft, tender sex. Letting the juices flood his mouth tempting him onward. He wanted to feel her climax. His hands slid under to her bottom and clasped it holding it in place so he could tend to her womanhood. Jacob really did love her. His definition of love was sketchy but he would've just run away when she left him for five days. <br><br>He felt her clench and buck at his touch and he wanted to feel more of it. He moved a hand and set it on top of her thigh holding her sex open to his attack. He wanted so badly to be useful to mistress. In any way possible; whether or not she wanted him to. He just wanted to be with her all the time. The thought of her leaving pained him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 03:02:55</strong>
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				It was pain. No. Pleasure. Yes. Pain. Damn it, it was both pleasure and pain. Each part twined together to heighten her senses. Her body felt it was on a taut wire, waiting for it to pull tighter or an invisible pair of scissors ready to cut it and release it. She had no clue which one it would be because she felt deliciously alive with Jacob pleasing her. Maybe that was why her mother was addicted to sex. Could it be that it was more than the bam-wham-thank you ma'am kind of thing? No, this had to be different because her mother wanted it without regard of other people's feelings. For Calista, she wanted Jacob to want this as much as her. <br><br>Whatever Jacob was doing, her body liked. Especially her sex as she felt her juices gliding out of her hot and moist sex. She could feel the stains of her arousal against her inner thighs. Calista wanted to close her legs because she feared she would be like an ocean. That image of her climaxing to the point of drowning Jacob placed a smile on her face and a deeper bloom in her cheeks. "Mmm..your tongue, Jacob. Yes...oh, yes," she mewled over and over, her nails biting into the couch. She did not want to cut her nails into Jacob. He did not deserve any pain after what she had put him through. <br><br>Calista dreamt of Jacob and her while she was away. She could not stop dreaming of him in Orlando. There were times she stayed up and when she felt the world was sleeping, she thought of whether Jacob was running from her penthouse. Running from the pain she had put him through. Goddess, she had been happy to see him still here and she now would show him how she appreciated him. There was no place in the world she would rather be but with Jacob at her side. She begged for Jacob to bring her to climax, she wanted him to put his mouth and drink from her. Goddess, was that too much, she thought. Would that find him repulsed because she wanted him to lap at her as if she were a fountain from him to drink her sexual juices?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 03:23:20</strong>
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				Jacob growled happily at her obvious arousal. That meant he was doing a good job after all, and that his mistress was happy. He felt himself become more aroused with her mewls and moans. He couldn't have helped it if he had tried. Jacob thrust his tongue into her hot sex as she had asked him to do and the resulting shout of pleasure had brought him to full need. Goddess he wanted her so badly. He wanted to please her, be her slave so badly. <br><br>Life was good for Jacob. His mistress was back to normal he'd gotten a mistress with a few issues but nothing a few sessions could work through. He was so happy to have her back. She wasn't going anywhere without letting him no again. He would never say this directly but a good slave knew where his mistress was. He closed his eyes as he fluttered his tongue into her core and listened to the resulting gasps and moans. <br><br>His hand grasped her curvy hips. He could feel the tension reach it's inevitable breaking point. He wanted to know what an orgasm was. What it meant. Neither of them had ever gotten this far. He didn't care where she'd been. Jacob didn't even care if she had made good on her threat and slept with another slave. She was his mistress and he'd be damned if it would happen again. That was his job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 03:49:09</strong>
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				Oh, Calista was very happy. She was happy that she mewled and acted like a kitten being given the best back rub it could have received. However, she was nowhere being a kitten as she arched her bottom into his giving lips and tongue. "Yes, more, please, Jacob," she cried for him to continue his ministrations. What he doing with his mouth and that naughty tongue of his was working itself into her very bones. She felt her inner walls clamping around his tongue, wishing it was his throbing member instead.<br><br>She shut her eyes and cried out as she felt her lower abdomen pull and give way to an orgasm. Calista thought she was being thrown up into the sky, her skin tingling and even moreso between her thighs. Skin pulled tight opening to give Jacob a taste of her sexual juices. Even a part of her wanted him to derive pleasure from her taste. Goddess to feel his tongue lapping at her core as she came could bring another orgasm out of her tender body.<br><br>"Jacob, I want you inside of me, please," she whispered, reaching down to caress his hair. She tugged on it, wanting him to take pleasure as well. Even if he enjoyed pleasuring her, she wanted to give herself to him. No clue if she truly lost her virginity to the other slave but right now she felt like a virgin. A virgin who would be touched by the very and only time by Jacob. Physically, she might not be a virgin but emotionally, mentally and psychologically she was a virgin and she wanted Jacob to take that from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 04:19:30</strong>
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				Jacob lapped at her juices as the flooded into his mouth. She tasted so sweet. He moaned with her pleasure making it his own. Jacob but a finger on his lips as the last tremors of her orgasm faded. He left and came back shortly with the box of condoms. He let her take his boxers off and put the condom on his enlarged member and he took his place between her legs. Pulling her on top of him. It was most natural for a slave to always to take the subservient position. It was very arousing to Jacob to have his mistress on top of him.<br><br>"Take me mistress..." he cooed, "I want to be your slave..." Jacob helped her slide over his member and she did so without too much complication. He began to push and pulse up into her. he liked the way she swayed and moved. Her nipples on her caramel skin. His hands moved to her curvaceous bottom.<br><br>A free hand slid up to her stomach, after awhile of soft pushing he felt something give away and a small amount of blood poor out onto the condom. A week ago he would have freaked, his mistress was bleeding. However, he read some biology over her absence and learned about the physiology of the female. She would feel it he didn't have to say a thing.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 05:09:18</strong>
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				Chewing on her bottom lip, Calista pushed herself on her bent elbows to watch Jacob's lips glisten with her juices. It brought another shiver to her body as she watched him walk away to grab the condoms. No other reason was there for him to leave her side after that. She wanted him to be inside of her, to stretch and have her. Yearned to grip her inner walls around him and bring him over the edge of his orgasm. "I want him," she whispered beneath her breath and smiled.<br><br>When he returned with the box of condoms, she blushed as she removed his boxers, her eyes noticing how purple the head of his cock was. Her mouth itched to wrap her lips around him but that would be for another time. Right now she wanted his throbbing member inside of her and she placed the condom over him before she let him pull her on top. "Oh, I will take you Jacob but I hope you do not die on me in the process," she teased as she leaned down to kiss him. She continued to kiss him as he slid her over his member, groaning into his mouth. He was hot and throbbing, almost like a drum inside of her. <br><br>Calista glanced down to see his cock press itself inside of her mound. She gasped to see blood pour out on to the condom. So she was still a virgin, well, had been a virgin after Jacob's insertion into her. There was a slight twinge of pain but she would get through it. What she wanted was to feel the pleasurable high experienced with Jacob. "I am guessing you took my virginity, thank Goddess, I was scared for a second there," she whispered, as she looked up to Jacob and smiled. Smiling, she placed her hands on his shoulder for support and started to move herself on his cock. With a few manuevers, the pain ebbed and pleasure slipped in. Her inner walls squeezed around him and she mewled, informing Jacob he filled her up snuggly and tight, just how she thought he might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 19:45:41</strong>
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				Jacob looked at there union and began to push faster into her womanhood. It was so arousing... his member was sensitive to her touch and he felt grow flushed with the heat of passion. He worked his hands up her stomach to her breasts, which moved softly to his undulation. Grasping the soft flesh he massaged them an thumbed over the nipples. He grabbed her shoulders and brought her down against him so he could reach her breasts with his mouth. <br><br>Sliding his hands back to her bottom he ran his hands along her well-defined backside into the crevice. He nipped at her flesh with his teeth and lips, pulling one caramel nipple into his mouth and played his tongue over it. Sucking it. He felt himself pick up, her body shook with the large tremors caused by his pumping.<br><br>He felt his cock throb with pleasure. He was sill new at this, and he felt his first-ever orgasm build in his loins. "Mistress, I'm going to let go." he cried out picking up the speed. Knowing nothing of control he couldn't hold it in any longer and he came. His hot torrent of seed filled the condom and he fell back against the sofa. He didn't know what to say so he just held his mistress hoping he hadn't disappointed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 00:49:51</strong>
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				She groaned in audible pleasure, rolling her hips into his thrusts. It was hot, arousing, awakening, various things which made her smile and laugh before she cooed in happiness. Calista cried out as his fingers teased and pinched her hardened nipples. With every twist and tweak of his fingertips against her breasts, a shot of hot heat struck her lower abdomen. "Yes, more, Jacob, please, I'm dying for you," she whispered into his ear before her pink tongue sneaked out to flick at his earlobe.<br><br>Jacob was a damn good slave. He listened to her words and pleased her with his tongue and teeth. Her body shook with the various reactions her body was having to all of this. It was a sensory overload, everything was brighter in color and the sound was more clear. Even her nose picked up on the mixture of sweat, sex and tang of blood from her core. Still, sex and sweat overcame the other smell and she knew this would be her top two favorite scents whenever Jacob came around again.<br><br>Oh, how she wanted him to come inside of her. She wanted to see him unwound from the release of his own orgasm. Wanted to feel him fill up the condom and twitch against the walls of her core. "Come for me, yes, Jacob," she yelled out as she felt her own release ram her her body into the sexual ground. Her body metaphorically split into two, one watching the sexual act with a smirk on her face while the other continued to pump her hips on to Jacob's spent cock. Soon the two parts came back and she slumped against his broad chest, murmuring that she must have been in Nirvana. "Because I just died and went to it," she replied, smiling into his neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 01:01:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob kissed her neck, but was having a hard time of it so he settled for extricating his spent sex from his mistress. He hoped she didn't mind him being quiet, for he didn't quite know what to say. Life was good at them moment. Just perfect. Nothing else in the world mattered, not a damn thing. He had just pleased his mistress fully. He was as happy as a slave could get.<br><br>He didn't bother pulling the blankets over him and Calista. He just lay naked on the couch with her hoping she didn't want more. No way a human could do that twice in one day, it would kill them from pleasure. Or so Jacob erroneously surmised... he mumbled happily, mumbled nothing in his mistress ear. He was just so content. <br><br>He held his mistress in his arms. Feeling her curves. Her thighs straddled him and it felt so right, "We're going to have to actually try this in a bed you know..." he muttered to her playfully. Jacob wavered he didn't want to fall asleep so fast but the act, he just wasn't used to that... Jacob wondered if there was a way to do it without the condom, but he didn't voice this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 04:40:58</strong>
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				She lifted her hips to give him assistance in removing his cock from her. Cali showed him how to remove and throw the condom away. There were a few paper towels he could use to wipe himself down of the come he had not pumped into the condom. She wiped the slight sweat from her forehead, knowing she needed to take a shower. The thought of Jacob in the shower with her made her thighs quake in pleasure. She glanced down, noticing she needed to wipe herself of her own juices as well. <br><br>Settling herself back onto his lap, his cock nudged her bottom but she kissed his lips instead. "Aye, yes we need to do that as soon as my legs won't give out if you make me stand," she mused, smiling as she stroked his shoulders and back. It was amazing their first time. Would it always be like this with them? Could this work out without it turning into sex, sex, and more sex where everything else was ignored.<br><br>Nuzzling his neck, she felt her eyes drooping. Nope, she was not about to fall asleep on him. Never. "Mmm, I could just stay like this all day," she whispered, kissing his cheek as she let her eyes fall down for a bit. Just a little nap to keep her from flat lining. With his stamina once he started up again, she hoped she would not clonk out on him in the middle of things. That would be embarassing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 04:55:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob couldn't really answer her so he made a few mumbling noises that sounded like: Yes mistress, thank you mistress, or something else with mistress in it. He rapped his arms around her and his hand found her stomach and her breasts. Jacob was finally overcome with sleep. He wondered if mistress was as happy as he was right now. <br><br>Jacob's eyes popped open. He had to make breakfast, but his tiredness said lets make a brunch and be done with that thought. He hadn't imagined that their first time would be on the couch, of course... there was the pool, and the shower, and the bath as well. Plus he was sure mistress had a whole drawer of naughty things to wear when she wanted more. <br><br>Jacob yawned, he would beg for sex... unless she said she wanted him to. Jacob had a lot of pride in being a good slave. He still felt occasional pangs of guilt over the whole running away, and he couldn't help but feel just a tad bad about driving his mistress away. Though she had forgiven him. Jacob finally nodded off. Into sweet dreams of his mistress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 00:52:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, she let herself fall asleep in his arms. It was becoming more and more easier to settle into his embrace and let the day and night slip away from her. So easy to do so...<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Two &amp; A Half Months Later...</span><br><br>Smirking, she eyed Jacob as she waited to board the plane with him. It had come all ahead to this perfect point. Her eyes twinkled behind her shades as she placed her carry on bag on the X-ray machine and her shoes as well. Various things had happened those many weeks ago. The second time the two had been together sexually, it had been passionately sweet. Sweet enough it made her cry which had freaked Jacob out enough he stopped to beg her forgiveness.<br><br>That had been a sweet and tender moment. From there, the two had talked and she had gone to a therapist to work through her mother/daughter issues. She separated herself as much as she could from her mother's side, declining her invitations and even not taking her unexpected drop in's, leaving her mother to stand in front of a door to see if her daughter would ever show up. Jacob was warned not to let Cali's mother in to help get the message across that mother and daughter needed to be around each other less. <br><br>With the whole sex thing, she had found out that being close to Jacob, cuddling even kissing satisfied her that she was not jumping his bones every second. Did not mean she found his less attractive. No, the kissing and the cuddling were foreplay and when the two were in the bedroom. Even thinking about it now brought a deep blush to her cheeks, wondering if Jacob would notice. After all of that, she had asked Jacob if he would want to leave Miami with her to head to Barcelona where the two would be away from her mother and start anew there. "Ready?," she asked, smiling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 01:25:19</strong>
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				Jacob eyed his mistress back, the last two months and change had been great. His mistress's life seemed to fit together. Work didn't tire her so much she was sweet with him. They got along so well. She even found time to work out so her complaints about what she ate disappeared. It was almost time to board the plane too. There had been a small delay but it was brief. Jacob was really looking forward to flying. Plus it was first class. As if his mistress would travel anything less. <br><br>They had been together a few more times than he would have thought. He had asked her about a condom alternative and she said there was a pill but she was only thinking it over. So they had used condoms. Though from what Jacob read there hadn't been a non-smoking pill failure in over twenty years. Wasn't technology great?<br><br>The intercom came to life and he carried all of her bags for her. She handed the boarding passes to the male attendant. They took there seats after putting their overhead away. They sat down and the pilot began his pre-flight address. He put his hand on her thigh. He was wearing his typical barefoot outfit. A moss-green shirt this time. "We're in for a long flight, right?" he asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 02:50:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				From where she started with Jacob to where she was now, it was a true one-eighty. She had been afraid to show affection towards anyone including her mother. Now she was holding Jacob's hand as she x-ray technicians looked to make sure there was nothing illegal going out of Miami Airport. The only thing of importance she was taking was her laptop and Jacob though Jacob was number one on her list. She still could not believe that he would be traveling to this place with her. Both would be new to Barcelona but how could he cope once she started school?<br><br>Well, she would show him how much she appreciated him in her own ways. The sex no matter the few times were beautiful and passionate. Just the way he was in bed with her, tender and giving made her blush because the two would be even more stuck at the hip once the pair arrived in Spain. In her bag, there would also be something new to try out. A packet of pills. Still afraid of pregnancy being able to take these would make it much better for them. Calista knew how much Jacob wanted to be inside of her without the barrier and had a surprise in store once the two christined the new Spain loft.<br><br>Glancing over to him, she nodded. "I think six hours but we are going to get the privacy we need," she replied, leaning over to kiss him. Jacob looked really good in the moss-green shirt because it complimented his eyes so well. "You look really good, Jacob," she whispered before she kissed him again, a hand reaching out to stroke his cheek and neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 19:57:42</strong>
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				Jacob looked at her touch, and kissed the corner of her mouth, "You look perfect, mistress." he said as the last few people boarded the plane and the stewardesses and stewards did final checks and went over the safety procedures. Everyone cut off their cellphones. Of which Jacob was now a proud owner of his own Blackberry. Calista had thought it was a good idea if either of them got lost in Barcelona. They had some kind of satellite service so no roaming or out of country problems. <br><br>The plane began to taxi onto the runway and the pilot, pushed the throttle forward and shot he plane down the runway and into the sky. Jacob didn't yell or anything but he thought it was awesome. Like a rollercoaster he'd seen on T.V. Soon they climbed to the proper altitude and the stewardesses came by handing out gourmet peanuts and drinks to the passengers. <br><br>Of course, slaves weren't passengers, they were baggage so she overlooked Jacob. He didn't mind though however, he was sure Cali had paid for two passenger tickets. He didn't say anything though... but he didn't speak for mistress... he just looked out the window.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 20:52:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing, she glanced away to watch the other passengers head into their seats. She had noticed a few looked at her to see what she was thinking of making Jacob sit to her. Cali knew there were a few planes that allowed slaves to be seated next to their owners and a few other planes that required to have the males settle themselves where the luggages and packages were placed. For her, she paid extra to have Jacob sit himself next to her. Might endure a few looks and glances because of it but she could really care less. Jacob was her slave and no one was relegating him to where packages could smash him to bits.<br><br>She handed her pack of peanuts over to Jacob, not much for peanuts at the moment. "How do you like your new Blackberry?," she asked, smiling at his. While her own was pink, he had the choice to pick his own color. It was only fair because she doubted he wanted to carry around a hot pink phone around Barcelona. The thought of someone hitting on him just because of the pink phone brought a smile to her face but knew he would be embarassed about it. <br><br>Once more, she reached out but this time to hold his hand. While he was fine with the plane, she was nervous about what would be there for Barcelona on touch down. Jacob had set up to have a town car and a driver wait for them because the streets and signs would be different. The two needed to apply for driver's licenese in Barcelona before the two were allowed to use the streets with the cars. Her little mini-cooper convertible would be transported in a few days which meant the town car would be suffice to get them through the next few days. "Jacob, I am glad you are here with me," she answered, smiling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 22:04:16</strong>
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				Jacob took his coke from the stewardess deciding he wanted one and it came with the ticket. He opened his snack and munched it pensively. Looking out the window from time to time. They were already over the ocean. Jacob had never thought about it before but his world was so small. Not that he minded it that way, but his life had been small parts of Miami and the penthouse, now he was going to Barcelona. The world just seemed so much bigger now. Even though he'd developed a more worldly knowledge nothing compared to seeing it.<br><br>Jacob had his phone up but it was a dark green one. Green was his favorite color though no one ever asked him. He had always wanted Calista to get a whole ton of green lingerie. To his knowledge she hadn't yet, or wasn't telling him. "I love it, mistress." primarily because she couldn't run out on him again with out him knowing something. <br><br>"I couldn't be happier if I was anywhere else but with you..." he said rubbing her hand with his thumb. Jacob had gone to her sessions, and one issue they discussed. Besides their intimacy with one another and Calista's maternal issues, was Jacobs compulsion to do everything. The psychiatrist recommended that if he got out of hand with it to use his leash to chain him to the bedpost. Jacob instantly thought of considerably more kinky games they could play. "What can we do? He asked looking at his leash in her hands. She'd taken it off just before they boarded, he couldn't shake his fantasy, "It is six hours after all..."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 23:21:01</strong>
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				"Glad you like it since it matches your shirt and almost everything you managed to buy in green," she commented. Oh, she knew how about his love for green. In fact, she wondered how his reaction would be when the two arrived at the apartment complex and he found the bedroom the two would share was painted in green. Not only the walls but the bedsheets, dressers, all different shades of green but all to pay tribute to his love. He might think she was crazy but she had picked up his favorite color was green. Everything was perfect and she would change nothing about it.<br><br>She doubt she was running out on Jacob ever again. The therapist had managed to get over her fear of being intimate without getting oversexed. Her mother had been an example of someone she did not want to become and the sessions helped to break down barriers with Jacob. Of course, it had been mortifying to have him see her breakdown as she revealed her need to meet her father and find out why her mother had given him away. However, he held her hand and cuddled her afterwards which made her feel that much better to have him around. <br><br>Though when the everything must be done compulsion came up, Jacob and her agreed that even if he was a great slave she did not overwork him and burn him out. Still, she appreciated that he wanted to be everything to her. Her cook, driver, cleaner, assistant, lover. Lover is certainly what she loved the most because he was more than someone to be between her legs and give her an orgasm. Jacob held her hand in car rides, nuzzled her neck on the couch, even whispered beautiful words when something went wrong at work. He was such a sweet male that it made her cry out in happiness to know she had him in her life. For that, she was grateful, her eyes roving over his figure. Unclipped leash in her hands, she blushed and asked if he would close the pod to their seat. This airplane in the first class had a pod covering for the ones who wanted to sleep without people watching them snore away. She had an idea of what to do but wondered what Jacob would think.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 00:11:15</strong>
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				Jacob had thought the seats were a little strange and he couldn't think of any other purpose but sleeping. Finishing up his snack he neatly threw everything away. First class had room to walk and it's own trashcan. Sitting back down he took his position by his mistress and stared out the window again. Feeling bad because both views were great. Calista in all her Latin glory.<br><br>Jacob thought of their intimate moments. Ever since Calista had gotten her life in order, along with his by consequence, she had an energy and if he thought it was possible she looked even better. She had a bounce in her step a glint in her eye and she always knew what she wanted. The third time they'd been in bed she had been having a bad day and he was going to make her some hot chocolate and she grabbed him and pushed him&nbsp; onto the bed, and ruined one of his white tee-shirts by ripping it off. He liked that.<br><br>He liked the energy because she was always passionate and soft when it came down to it. Though she was always very much in charge but not in a cruel way. In a way that said she belonged there. He looked at her and caught that I-have-something-knew-for-you-Jacob-come-closer look. He bent in so she could whisper in his ear, "Mistress?" he asked quietly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 02:46:13</strong>
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				Smiling, she eyed everything around her as she let one hand slip down towards his thigh. Gently, she stroked his thigh, letting her hand slide up towards the crotch of his pants. She was not her mother, she knew that now but she was her own female and knew what she wanted. What she wanted was to do something for Jacob. Something he might be embarassed to have done to him but one she wanted to do because one the two touched down in Barcelona, there might not be time for anything like this to happen until the two were ready to sleep. <br><br>"Unbutton your pants for me and pull down your boxers," she whispered into his ear, leaning forward to pull the pod over them. It would keep anyone from noticing anything going on and there was even light to filter through if needed. The best thing about it was that for this to happen she needed only him to know. Leaning over once more, she kissed Jacob's lips and neck. She whispered that she wanted to do something that she had not done to him in a while. The third time they had been together intimately, she had been upset over a client changing ideas at the last minute. The stores were closed and Cali found she would end up being bitched for not acquiring the items on time. She took it out on Jacob by taking him in a dominating but never hurtful manner<br><br>Cali remembered what happened by the end of that night. While she told Jacob to keep his hands above him, she had removed his boxers and held his erection in her hands. She had done something that no female had done before and it was to pleasure his cock with her mouth. Cali had gone down on Jacob and made him come inside of her mouth. Oh, how he tasted on her lips but he grew embarassed because of the implications if anyone found out. No female was to ever pleasure a male slave and give him pleasure. His pleasure derived from pleasuring a female and not the other way around. However, she had enjoyed to have him between her lips and down her throat and she wanted to do it now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 03:18:06</strong>
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				Jacob got the meaning of what she wanted. He thought his mistress horribly kinky for wanting it, but what could he do, whatever made mistress happy made him happy. She'd only done it once before on the third time, he'd been so adamant about protesting her doing it she bit it lightly to make her point. It wasn't painful but it got things across. He just let her have what she wanted. <br><br>He felt his naked member in her warm hand, "No mistress don't not here..." he pleaded but she squeezed to make her point yet again, and he said, "Yes mistress..." and let her. Last time she was mainly obsessed with the shaft of his sex. He wondered what she would do know. Normally she was the one he pleased until she came over him, he liked it. Jacob supposed true domination was being able to be submissive on a whim. <br><br>Jacob thought rather bluntly. That he did like having his dick sucked. Played over. "Fine mistress... but you have to let me make it up to you when we get in tonight..." he bargained. That made it seem less derogatory to Jacob. He wanted to let her know that he was doing it under extreme protest. He had voiced this the first time. She replied, "Yeah right..." and well... continued...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 04:39:16</strong>
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				Satisfied the pod was secure and kept prying eyes from watching them, she moved to get onto her knees. "Yes, Mistress because you know you want my lips wrapped around your cock," she whispered as she nuzzled his erection. The last time Jacob had been spread out on the beed and she straddled his legs while she pleasured. Now she would be even more vulnerable by being on her knees while he sat and watched. Her hands contnued to caress and stroke his hot member, smiling up at him. "Sure but for now I want this, Jacob. Do not deny me this," she whispered as she leaned in to kiss the purple head of his erection.<br><br>He tasted salty and sweet at the same time. There was the essence of tasting his heritage, as if she was having a Guiness which she would happily get herself drunk on. Cali wanted to taste him against on her tongue, reaching down to caress and tug gently on his sack. What she was doing was wrong but she could not help herself. She wanted to do this and was becoming turned on by this more and more. Already she could feel her panties becoming wet and she wiggled her bottom to ease the pressure. Cali could wait until the two were settled before she received her own pleasure. <br><br>Smiling up at him, she did something that might have gotten him to react and it was by taking the length of his cock down her throat. Though his was large and thick, she had to stop and even flex her throat. Several times, she removed her mouth from his cock to take a breath but nibbled and suckled the head the shaft to tease him even more. "I love having you down my throat, Jacob. I enjoy doing this to you," she whispered before she sucked his cock right back down her throat. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 16:27:51</strong>
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				How could she talk? Still it felt so damn good, really good. The way she went at it spoke volumes. Precum soon shot into his mistress's mouth. He felt so bad, so naughty for letting her do this but she had made her point several times before. Jacob decided that he should be grateful that his mistress felt strongly enough about him to do it. It felt fantastic when she took it into her throat.<br><br>He was afraid she would choke on it, but she never did and the way she licked him and massaged his sack. "Oh mistress..." he moaned loudly. Luckily the pod was soundproof enough. He liked the way she used her hands. He wanted her to suck on the other parts of his sex besides the shaft, but he knew better than to ask.<br><br>Jacob moaned again as she rolled her tongue over the head of his sex... "Mistress..." was all he could say. He felt so bad but he did want to cum in her mouth to have her enjoy him that much... to take him all in. He promised to make it up to her in his mind but he kept quite except for his loud moans and oh Goddesses...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 21:37:11</strong>
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				She tasted the precum on her tongue, swallowing it until it hit her belly to warm it. Calista wanted Jacob to know she appreciated him in every way. What more could a female owner give to their male slave? Yes, the idea of slave-groom was something that had come up the first interrupted time the two were together. It still unnerved her but no longer scared her. She revealed in therapy with Jacob by her side that she had thought about making him her groom-slave but not for a while. What she enjoyed was being with him without the ring on his finger but in the future she might come back to that subject.<br><br>Removing her mouth from his cock, she nibbled up and down the sides of his shaft, her lips glistened from her exertions. "Yes, Mistress, what Jacob?," she asked, smiling up at him. Though Jacob was afraid of what she was doing because of the taboo nature he enjoyed this pleasure nonetheless. Having heard his moans and tasted his precum there was denying he loved her mouth on his cock. If he hated it, he would have gotten flustered and stood up to get away from this pleasure.<br><br>Playing with his cock, she flicked her tongue towards the base of his cock. Cali wondered how Jacob might feel if she suckled his sack. "Do you want my lips here," she questioned, holding his cock with one hand while the other held his sack to her lips. Cali had asked Jacob to keep himself bare between his legs including his sack. There was just something about a hairy pair of scrotums that did not appeal to her at all. Thankfully, Jacob made sure he was hairless as she took one into her mouth and flicked her tongue against it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 22:01:50</strong>
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				Jacob moaned as her lips and hand moved down his slick shaft. He whimpered, honest to Goddess whimpered and moaned at her touch, totally powerless. Like a good little pet. He longed to just lie with her. Be with her... his goal was just to be her groom-slave. To get the gilded leather collar and the simple gold band. Right now he just wanted her to not stop.<br><br>"I love you mistress..." he finished when she asked about his earlier moan. He loved her so much. It wasn't just because she was fellating him on an airplane. Jacob knew of her aversion to hair in his privates so he was always certain to keep it shaved every few days. "Please suck my balls." he moaned to his mistress begging her to. "Please..."<br><br>His muscles tensed but he held back his orgasm he wanted more tender loving care before he gave up this opportunity. Not to undermine his mistress but it felt so good. She would let him know when she was tired of the fellatio. His fingers gripped the armrests her down between his leg sucking him off. He wouldn't be getting sleep tonight making up for this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 00:04:42</strong>
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				I. Love. You. Three words that had also been something new to Calista's ear. Not much new as that it was rare for her to hear it. Her mother rarely said those words to her and she assumed maybe her father had before he was sold off. With Jacob, he had started to say those words to her because he meant them and not because it was his duty to make her feel good. In therapy, she talked about&nbsp; the significance of those three words and how it meant more to not say them than to say them with no feeling behind them. She would have rather gone without hearing those words but Jacob had been there to let her know he sincerly felt those words with every part of him. Now to hear him say those words as she did something illegal for him brought a blush to her cheeks.<br><br>"I love you too, Jacob," she replied before she went about sucking his balls into her mouth. She adored when he pleaded, stroking and tasting the saltiness of his sack against her lips and tongue. Strange how a few months ago her lips would never had gone down this path let alone his lips. However, something changed with their relationship. Yes, there were times of awkwardness but it came soon after with ease and synchronization of their body language. Jacob would put his head on her lap and she would stroke his cheek, neck and play with his hair as she worked. Other times he would come up and hug her while she ate her breakfast and whisper a good morning. <br><br>Now this was another thing to ask for her to do for him. She bought him gifts, moved him permanently into her bedroom, even gave him his own laptop to use for work and learn more about Barcelona. Nevertheless to suck his dick and balls was something that went beyond a new blackberry. Cali was breaking a taboo for him and she enjoyed breaking it all the way. "Put your hands on my head and move your hips to fuck my throat, Jacob. I want to have your cum down my throat," she ordered as she took his rigid hands and placed them one by one on her hair and head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 00:29:22</strong>
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				Jacob moaned and groaned it felt phenomenal. He was so hard, but when she asked him to take control and actively do it. It was too much for Jacob. Was this mistress taking what mistress wanted he couldn't tell. It would, however, be awkward to stop now. They'd both learned to save the questions for afterward. This kept him rational and her from flipping out completely. Jacob thought they had a very good psychiatrist. <br><br>He gingerly grabbed the sides of her head, and began to move her mouth up and down his shaft. It didn't feel comfortable in the least. Not at all but he got into it and he soon came into her mouth and down her throat. His hot seed shot out and his cock gave great spasms shooting even more. <br><br>When his twitches subsided they parted from their taboo position and Jacob redid his pants and let mistress take her seat but before they let the pod back up Jacob had to tell her, "I--I wasn't really comfortable moving your head for you. It was too much..." he had put it out their and it was her turn to tell him why. "It was just too, dominant." Jacob wasn't built for that. He just wanted to make her happy though. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 03:06:47</strong>
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				Calista licked her lips and gave Jacob's cock one last kiss before he put himself back to orders. She took her seat and fixed her skirt where it had bunched up high on her thighs. Fixing her hair and her lip stick, she looked over to Jacob once the pod went up to smile at him. Taking his hand, she caressed it, having felt it against her head as she urged him to take her throat as he wanted it. "It was not too dominant, Jacob. I wanted you to know how much I loved and appreciated you to give myself up for a little while," she answered, stroking his shoulder.<br><br>The stewardess came by to bring Calista her dinner, about to ignore Jacob but she was stopped by Cali's hand. "Excuse me, I paid for two seats and I expect two dinners," she stated a bit of ice behind her voice when the stewardess tried to give her a dirty look. She could care less if the female looked at her like a nuisance but she was not going to let Jacob go on this trip without dinner. This was a six hour flight for Goddess sake and not about to have him starving on her anytime soon. <br><br>"Miss, we only serve to females," the stewardess replied with a tight smile. Calista smiled right back and handed her dinner over to Jacob but took the pudding cup and dropped it on the floor. "Oh, damn my dinner cannot be complete without another pudding snack the dinner is only good enough to give to a slave which means I get a new one," Cali said right back to the stewardess knowing their policy especially when it came to first class. Begrudingly, the stewardess handed Calista a new tray with a pudding before she went on her way. Calista did not play well when people wanted to demean her and Jacob's company.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 03:46:28</strong>
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				Jacob knew more or less what was going on. This stewardess was a middle-class female. She probably had one slave passed down through the family and she hated rich girls like Calista. Sure his mistress had a foot up because of her mother but Jacob had seen the finance records and had a faint grasp of money now. Though he still couldn't touch it. However Calista had made a small fortune for herself through investments and her club planning and such.<br><br>Only his mistress would ask for a pudding in first-class though. Still he'd gotten seafood alfredo so he din't really complain about the food. First class these days let you eat on good china with honest to Goddess silverware. Though Jacob wasn't allowed to drink in public. Not to say Calista hadn't tempted him with a red or a white before intimate moment number two. That one being particularly fun because they were both quite tipsy and fumbling all over each other.<br><br>So he took a sip of coke as the bigotry stewardess left. Jacob really couldn't blame her he did feel bad that not everyone was rich. He knew there was no point in trying to make everyone rich especially not some middle class hussy, however, whenever Calista gave him blank vouchers as an allowance he always gave half to the Salvation Army or Red Cross. They were redeemable for anything even cash money (If by female hand) and he never told Calista. Not because he was ashamed but he never thought it was important. The truly humble don't flaunt their charity. Though he had to wonder what women thought getting aide from a slave... he went back to his food in his own thoughts.<br><br>There seemed to be a lot more of those in his head recently.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 06:48:23</strong>
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				Calista took a couple of deep breaths knowing how easily she could lash out in anger on other people. Jacob did not deserve that and she had worked on it in therapy. Lashing out only made things worse for their relationship as a Mistress and as a male slave. When lashing came about, she knew how to work on it and calm herself down by counting backwards until she felt she could continue on with things. Closing her eyes, Cali did just that by starting on one hundred and managing to make it to eighty before she felt better about her anger. <br><br>"Sorry, Jacob," she whispered as she went about eating her own food. It was rude, she knew but that it was more rude to make Jacob feel as if food was above his station. Even one she paid for especially going through several regulations to let him onto the plane in the first place. She did not care about the money because she could easily give it away and make the same amount in three days. To her it was what the person did the money that counted. Cali was using her money to fund her education and get a better life than her mother's whoring streak. <br><br>She glanced over to Jacob to make sure he did not feel out of place. Never had she wanted to act that way and she apologized, letting him know she would still continue her sessions in Barcelona. Somehow it was important to her to make sure he did not think of her in a bad light. Before, she could give a damn in the beginning with him but now to make him think she was some rich bitch did not sit well with her at all. "I hope you don't think I am going back to being a bitch," she said beneath her breath before she took another bite of her chicken salad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 15:23:41</strong>
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				"Oh Goddess no..." he said sincerely, "She was being rude. It's much better than you would have done. I'm glad the air marshal didn't shoot you." he joked. As far as Calista's world class tempers went this one was hardly a two out of ten. Still he just kept quiet. The therapist had said that Calista's temper flared from bottling up all he emotion. She had learned several good techniques for venting. One of his favorite was when she held him to the bed and did... adult things.<br><br>Jacob put his food aside when he'd finished and sipped his coke. "I'm sure we can practice some stress relief when we get to the loft. I also hear it's the best cure for jet-lag, ever." he smirked. He wondered what Spain would actually be like. Jacob's world revolved most-obviously around his mistress. "I'm going to get some sleep, mistress." he asked. it was a little warm for blankets. Of course, she could say no. He was always in the habit of asking still. <br><br>The plane shot through thee air toward Spain as Jacob let his seat back and he was thinking about letting the pod down again, maybe fore more wholesome but still intimate things. "Mistress?" he said gesturing toward button, "Please?" their was a small smile across his face. Jacob was looking forward to a little kiss and cuddle...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 18:05:25</strong>
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				Smiling, she nodded at his words, taking them in. She laughed when he joked about the air marshall and she glanced around. "I think unfortunately they are busy with the slightly inebriated female a few rows down from us," she whispered, nodding towards the drunk female who kept ordering little bottles of scotch and whiskey. The more the female consumed the more rowdy and loud she became until the same stewardess who gave Cali the evil eye went over to settle the woman down.<br><br>Her attention went from the female who told the stewardess to shove it where the sun did not shine back to Jacob who made a smart comment. "Cure for jet-lag? You do not say," she answered, nibbling on her lower lip as she watched his lovable smirk slide onto his lips. He always knew what to do to make her feel better. When there were times she did vent, somehow he had enjyoed when she held him down on the bed and well, did a few X-rated things to him. At the end, both were spent and panting for breath but all were happy in the end.<br><br>"Please what?," she asked, reaching ovre and pushing the button to bring the pod down once again. It covered the two of them once more in their own cocoon from the rest of the plane even the rest of the world. She pulled up her legs, placing them beneath her lap as she eyed her Jacob. Her Jacob another term she used around him and one she managed to put a smile and a blush in his cheeks. A rare thing for him to blush nowadays after the sessions and the times the two were together but it always put an even bigger glimmer when it happened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 22:46:57</strong>
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				"Please mistress..." he obliged leaning over and nibbling on her ear. Jacob never did but he was sure if he tried he could really butter his mistress up. However, he didn't want too. He was happy with what he had, and in love with his beautiful mistress. He was lucky to have the lap of a beautiful, smart mistress. His own Latin Goddess.<br><br>He loved every aspect of his mistress and every inch of her body. It was a hilarious incident in one therapy session. The psychiatrist asked him what part of Calista's body he liked the most and he wasn't quit tactful enough not to say it, he openly said he liked her butt. This had made Calista blush furiously and she was 'mad' at him all night. However, she walked around that night with a little bounce in her step. <br><br>Jacob had a hard time keeping his hands off his mistress when they were alone. He always made the excuse that it kept him from doing it in public. He put the armrest up and stretched out putting his head in her lap. He kissed her knee. Unfortunately there wasn't enough room to do it very comfortably for very long so he just put his seat back until the pod wouldn't let it go farther and he smiled at her wanting her to do the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 22:26:01</strong>
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				Smiling, Calista leaned into Jacob's nuzzling. There was something about him nibbling on her ear which made her feel as if she melted into a pool of sizzling water at his fear. Her skin tingled and her breath hitched as she looked him over, smiling. He was a rascal when it came to wanting to get closer to her in his own way. The therapist reminded there should be times he should be left alone by himself to get things finished without distractions. Oh and how she distracted him.<br><br>Alright, she could admit she was a bit of a tempting female when it came to times in the day she wanted Jacon around. When she watched television she was guilty of taking him away from exercising in the gym to watch a documentary with her which usually ended up in a bit of make up session. Cali apologized but Jacob would not have of her apologizing for something he wanted, especially since she felt the evidence of his arousal to the making out. In the end, the two had made up their own sexual exercise program and by the next morning both were in need of massages from the muscles used in the bedroom. <br><br>"Always, Jacob," she replied, playing with his hair as he laid his head in her lap. She was a bit annoyed there was not enough room for him to lie there for more than a few good minutes. He could have stayed there but she was not about to have him get a crick in his neck of a stiff back because of her own need to stroke his neck and face. Smiling, she put her own seat back inside of the pod, shuffling over to snuggle up against Jacob. She nuzzled her lips against his arm, sighing in absolute happiness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 00:36:24</strong>
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				Jacob absentmindedly played with her hair, it was like chocolate colored silk. He smelled her shampoo and the lotion on her skin before he felt himself getting sleepy. The pods helped with the whole pressure change problem of flight and he found himself whisked into dreamland. His face was the picture of happy and content. A smile across his face.<br><br>He dreamed of them on some beach probably Hawaii or something, They were on a large floral print towel. She was topless and sitting up against him. He was kissing her neck and ear. Smelling her hair. His hand moved around to one full breast and he felt it. It was supple but firm. Goddess those workouts of hers made it almost impossible to finish his. Especially that one where she actually did come in topless. She was getting over a bad say of work and was trying to hard to tempt him away...<br><br>Jacob woke up and mistress was still there. He hoped she wasn't mad that he'd fallen asleep. If she was looking for more kissy, kissy then he would be in trouble. The soothing sound of ocean in the pod's speakers was all that he heard. He liked the sound of the ocean. He could hear it from the penthouse every night. It was very nice, and soothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 22:07:01</strong>
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				While Jacob dreamt of the beaches of Hawaii, Calista dreamt of another location. Jacob and her were already in Barcelona, exploring the sights and the nightlife. She dreamt of Jacob and her dancing in a nightclub. Her body pressed against his as the Spanish music filtered in through the speakers. Laughing and dancing while Jacob eyed her with his bedroom eyes. He had that about him and she never realized it until the first night the two were together.<br><br>The dream continued with the two of them falling into bed together. Still, the two laughed and sung but it was more singing to distract themselves from the fact each one was undressing the other. Cali dreamt as her own dream self kissed and caressed Jacob's chest and neck. A few seconds later the dream morphed into something else. It was some sort of hospital and she could hear her own voice screaming and gasping. Then a few seconds later the sound of a baby crying and someone letting her know that she had a baby girl snapped her out of her dreams. <br><br>She blinked a few times to try and see if it all had been a dream or true life. It was strange to dream about herself pregnant and finding out it would be a girl. Glancing down at her stomach, she caressed it a few times before looking over to Jacob. Cali never found out in the dream who had fathered her child but was there a possibility that it was Jacob's kid? It was only a dream she reminded herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 00:50:42</strong>
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				Soon the captain's voice came over the intercom, "Ladies we're going to be landing at Barcelona International in an hour or so. So please use the restrooms and throw away any garbage." the voice cut off abruptly. Jacob stretched and yawned eying his mistress for the first, actually-focused time and not just sleepily he saw that she was awake, and pensive. "Something wrong, mistress..." he cooed cutting the noise in the pod off. She would let him know if she wanted out.<br><br>He wondered what she thought about. Had she had a little nightmare or unsettling dream? He didn't know. If she wanted to tell him she would he wouldn't go prying into her personal things. A little secrecy was good between lovers. He stretched again and little bones popped. Sighing in relief he brushed some hair out of her face then let his seat to its upright position.<br><br>He sat and reached for the pods up button. He thought he would wait but he had to use the bathroom and so he took the initiative. Plus it would give Calista a little alone time. Jacob went and relieved himself and sat back in his seat. Waiting for his mistress, diligently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 20:43:42</strong>
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				Calista wondered whether to tell Jacob about her dream. It was strange for her to go about dreaming things in that manner. Usually, she dreamt of Jacob and her on exotic vacations. Even a few of the dreams turned a bit erotic to which she woke up to act on thoise with Jacob. She even remembered a few times she woke Jacob up by straddling and having her way with him. Even he thought he was dreaming until she clenched herself around him and he realized it was her and not a dream version having sex with him.<br><br>Now she pondered why this dream had come about. Could it be that the last session brought about this baby dream? The therapist asked if in the future she might want to have a child or if there was any idea of maybe having a child once she settled down with others things. At first, she had wondered why her therapist asked her this. She was content with how her life was with Jacob but she did admit far into the future she might like a child but not at this point in her life. <br><br>When Jacob returned, she came to her decision. "I dreamt about babies and it freaked me out a little," she admitted, blushing. The main thing that bothered her was the anonymity of who was the one to impregnate her. The hospital setting looked high class maybe she had gotten pregnant by Jacob and it was some sign. She had no clue and hoped Jacob might be able to calm her down and not overload on the 'what-if's'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 05:37:11</strong>
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				"Well why would babies..." he stopped and his mouth made a little oh expression and he shut up. "Well there's nothing that says you have to act on your dreams, mistress." he said rubbing her hand gently. "Plus, there's plenty of time for that sort of thing if you decide you want one." he reassured her, "Just think about college right now." <br><br>He didn't know what he thought about on the subject of babies. Though the chances of her having a boy were rare. Otherwise, men wouldn't be in there current social situation. He made sure all his pre-landing procedures were complete. He didn't need to be getting beat up by airport security. Jacob had a thing about cops. If fact, when their therapist had recommended costume role playing as a stress reliever he cringed at her suggestion of a cop uniform. Teacher, nurse, and others were still applicable.<br><br>The captain began to land and they touched down without much fuss. They soon were making their way back through customs and Jacob was obligatorily grabbing all the bags before mistress could say anything to the contrary. He was ready to get to her new little loft. Though it might not exactly be little... not mistress. She did like fine things. Jacob thought there was nothing wrong with that. She earned it after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 21:24:21</strong>
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				Yes, Jacob was right in that. First, to think about college and getting her bachelor's degree before she even thought about children. Besides, with the condoms used between the two, it was unlikely she would get pregnant anytime soon. Being with Jacob sans her mother was something to cherish for as long as she could in lovely Spain. <br><br>She held his hand as she let her thoughts of babies float away. Babies and her sounded nice but Jacob and her sounded even better. While she was not against the thought of having a child, if the child came out to be a boy, no matter how rare it was, it would be devastating to lose him to the slave system. Boys were only allowed to be with the mother less than a whole day before being taken away and sold into the system. It was better to do that to keep the mother from becoming attached and wanting to fight the current system in place.<br><br>Once the plane landed and it was time to move on out, Cali was ready to explore the sights with Jacob. Of course, the whole process of getting through customs and having her bags checked was a pain but overall it was quick and efficient. "Our driver shall be here with my name plate," she replied, hooking the leash on to his collar to keep the residents from getting too close. She heard in different countries there were underground rings of individuals who stole owner's males from them to resell them to other owners or even to try to get a ransom for the kidnapped slave. All she hoped for was she never came across these individuals and have her Jacob taken from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 23:49:26</strong>
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				Jacob felt the absentminded tug on the leash. She had warned him of those certain groups; however, despite the facts saying that was mostly in Eastern Europe and some more rural parts of China, she was dead set on making sure she never lost him again. Their driver pulled up. It wasn't a limo but it was a nice, admittedly standard, black Audi. <br><br>Spain was so beautiful in the afternoon, early dusk. The sun was behind all the old buildings. Jacob had even seen pictures of the campus she would be attending. It was a slave-campus. Not far from their house. That meant she could take him or leave him, the campus had accommodations. A slave recreation center with swimming pool, weights, etc. It was spartan compared to Cali's recreations center at the campus. Though he wasn't allowed to gain a college-level education. He was about a college sophomore because of his exceptional training.<br><br>It began to sprinkle lightly as the sun sank into the west. It coated the street in a gloss making the city more attractive. They didn't really talk beyond small chat. Jacob really wanted to see their house. The movers and others were supposed to have all his mistress's things moved in and hooked up... all they had to do was... break in the bed. He smiled at that thought, he shared the smile with his mistress as they pulled up to the loft a while later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 17:20:44</strong>
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				Poblenou, Barcelona would be the Sant Marti district Jacob and Cali would live in for the new four years. She was excited to see the newly constructed loft townhouses in the beautiful area called Pueblo Nuevo or New Village which reminded her much of Little Havana neighborhood back in Miami. However, the area reminded her more of the bohemian and artistic feel with art shops and even a design school just a few blocks from where their loft would be.<br><br>Theirs. How strange for her to think of the townhouse as Jacob and hers not just hers but that it belonged to the both of them. She thought it over and felt nothing but sweet bliss at the notion of this life of hers had Jacob solely planted in it. Everything else was less important so long as Jacob was by her side which made her wonder why she had the baby dream in the first place. Was it a premonition of something to come about with Jacob?<br><br>"We are here, Miss Calista," the driver spoke in English though she could hear the Eastern Catalan accent beneath him. She was starting to pick up on the accents needed and the variations of verbs but she thanked the driver nonetheless for his help. She looked over to Jacob, took him by his leash and took him upstairs to see the loft townhouse (http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/852/201oceanb806cs9.gif) of theirs. "Welcome to our new place, Jacob."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 17:55:42</strong>
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				Jacob yawned a dropped their bags in the living room of the loft. It was almost as good as the penthouse. Well alright, it was just as good. The hardwood floor, the kitchen and he couldn't wait to see the bedroom. He was jet-lagged and yawned. "It's wonderful mistress..." he said happily. "When do you have to start school?" <br><br>Jacob was going to be sad. They weren't going to be spending much time together. He loved his mistress and he was sure she loved him back. He tried so hard to please her, and was getting good about failing. Jacob took off his shirt and went to find a laundry room to toss it in. "Do you want a drink mistress." he asks walking into the kitchen having found the laundry room.<br><br>They had time to be together, he didn't worry about it. Now that he was here but now he didn't know what to do. "Do you want to go... freshen up?" he added suggestively. "I can wait." he wanted to be with his caramel-skinned mistress so badly. He had to realize that he had to be patient. Mistress knew best.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 22:55:39</strong>
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				The view was spectacular, finding Poblenou was near the ocean and from the side windows she could see the ocean a few hundred feet away. Sure, she had to squint a bit but it was close enough that only a quick car ride would get Jacob and her to the beach. Even on the plane, Cali itched to get her feet deep in to the beautiful sands of Barcelona. Even now she wanted to put on a bathing suit and head out with Jacob to try out the water. <br><br>"I do not start school for a few days but I do start this coming Monday," she answered which gave them exactly six days to themselves. After the six days, her school would start up with orientation and getting to know the classes she signed up for. A total of six classes she put herself up for and even gave Jacob the choice of whether or not he wanted to attend those classes with her. If he did not, it was fine with her since he could have reign in the slave's area who were not allowed or did not want to attend classes with their female owners. <br><br>"A drink sounds very good to me but I rather freshen up," she answered a twinkle in her eyes as she walked towards him. She still owed him a few things from their plane trip and hoped to break in the new bed with him. All of his things were placed in her room as far as she knew and Cali would not have it any other way. Jacob was hers and even in Barcelona, she wanted everyone to know how much he meant to her. However, first she wanted to start with showing Jacob how much she cared and yes, even loved him. Cali had yet to let Jacob in on the fact that she came to terms with using the word love and him. She would keep that to herself until it was fit to reveal it to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 20:18:27</strong>
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				"Mistress, If I might make a suggestion," Jacob said, "One of those outfits you ordered from the catalog would be ideal, the nurse, that businesswoman one, or ooh that military one you know with the beret and the thong corset in desert camo with the matching stockings and high heels." he cut it off realizing he was ruing the moment. He bowed in a hyperbolic manner and fetched the ice bucket with the champagne.<br><br>Calista had realized a long time ago that Jacob was a total pervert for her. Willing to experiment all the time and help her explore her own frustrations. The psychiatrist had said this was a good thing. Plus Jacob liked role playing. It was kinky. When her caramel skin was encased in an overly exaggerated play outfit. He lost it. Of course, she made him do it too. They would have to try the genie one again sometime. His were a lot less inventive though. Jacob guessed females were just more interesting. <br><br>He went to set the ice bucket and drinks in the bedroom as well as prepare some small snacks. Sometimes their sessions worked up quite an an appetite. Paradoxically she never wanted him to get up to cook so he learned to come prepared. "Mistress are you ready yet?" he said putting the patter out.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 21:13:05</strong>
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				Calista could not help but smile at his suggestions. He was not ruining the moment at all, in fact, she welcomed his opinions and comments moreso now than in the beginning. Slowly, she was starting to come into her own with enforcing rule on Jacob. Yes, at times he was unruly but she knew how to teach him a lesson by barring him from her presence when she had things to do. <br><br>Back in Miami, Calista remembered not allowing him to be in her room for a good hour while she pleasured herself by herself. Jacob practically broke down the door to see her complete her climax before he came over to clean her up with his mouth and tongue. His cleaning up turned into the two of them exploring one another's&nbsp; pleasure points. Cali managed to find one around his nipple and when she bit down, Jacob almost jumped up in response.<br><br>Entering into the bedroom, she watched the play of the clothes over his muscular form. "You know I am always ready when it comes to you, Jacob," she answered, smiling. Those workouts in the gym and of course their bedroom kept him up to shape. There was another secret she kept from him but it was a good one. Since she had ran out during the registration week for the games, there was an event called the Running of the Slaves. The event happened in Pamplona where the male slaves were given the chance to run away from their owners in a sort of adult hide and seek. However, there were stipulations for the slave wore a tracking device and had to find ways to get the tracking device to malfunction or rid themselves. The event would be secured to make sure no slaves actually ran from their owners. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 23:14:43</strong>
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				Jacob went about looking at the loft. Putting some things in order that the moving people didn't care. They put all the heavy pots and pans up in the top cabinets. He knew how to put a kitchen together. It was one of the things he learned. They had snacks but Jacob didn't think a nice little entree would be too much for their new dwelling. Pulling out the indoor grill for the stove he started grilling up large shrimp for a cocktail. <br><br>While the shrimp cooked he found several of his cookbooks on a bookshelf in the living room. "Not where they belong." he muttered to himself and picked them up and put them in the kitchen in a smaller cabinet. He moved back to the shrimp and organized them around a dish of cocktail sauce. Taking it back to the room for their snack. <br><br>"Mistress, are you ready? Do you need help?" he asked looking around for her. He wanted to see whatever she'd picked out; his suggestions aside. Jacob yawned and sat on the new bed he would have unpack his more personal things later. He had a hard time holding his anticipation in. He wiggled his toes and ate a cracker with some cheese on it while he waited. He often offered to help her dress in those costumes but she always said it was a surprise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 02:48:04</strong>
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				Posing from one side to the other, Calista wondered about this outfit. It seemed a bit out of sorts with the other oufits she usually wore when she roleplayed with Jacob. Felt a bit, she tried to come up with the word and failed. All she knew was she actually liked this costume. This outfit was pure black starting from the corset down to the leather gloves which went all the way up to the bend in her elbow. It had been a bit hard to get into the leather skirt having to use baby oil to slip into the firm texture. <br><br>"I am fine, Jacob," she called out through the bathroom door. Leaning in close, she felt her breasts tighten against the corset having cinched the corset's ties by herself. Even now her breathing was a bit sparse but nothing to make her worry. As she looked herself in the mirror, Cali not help but eye the tight hourglass figure made from the corset. She felt empowered a bit in the outfit and slowly she opened the door to the bathroom. Jacob was in for a lovely surprise. <br><br>Leaving the bathroom, Calista smiled as she walked towards Jacob in patent Mary Jane stiletto's. She made a small turn in front of him before she placed her hands on her hips. Smirking, she whispered, "Kiss my shoe, Jacob." This was something she wanted to delve into, the part of her that wanted to order him about but excite him as he completed her instructions. Of course she grew warm and happy to see Jacob complete the assignments around the house but this was more than taking out the trash or sending out emails. This was intimate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 02:57:54</strong>
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				Jacob new what that one was. He wasn't so naive anymore. Though they hadn't actually done it. An actual slave and mistress role play. Wow, he couldn't wait he loved fulfilling all her desires. Every last one. Crawling to the edge of the bed he lowered himself, having taken off the remnants of his out clothes. His underwear was still on. He wouldn't dare rob her of that, not in this mode.<br><br>"Yes Mistress Calista..." he said crawling to her foot and kissing it. He bowed before his mistress. He waited eagerly for the next order. This was exciting. He thought for sure it was going to be the skimpy cut, short skirted businesswoman outfit where she pretended to be president or something. They'd never done that one either. <br><br>Although, Jacob was wondering where the wig was but that was okay it was more of a did the company forget thing. He liked his mistress's hair just fine. Though maybe she needed a haircut it was getting a little long even for her. Jacob cut his own hair. It was one of the many many things he was trained in. He was good, it didn't look bad at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 06:06:02</strong>
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				Calista went without a wig this time, wanting no wig to get in the middle of this roleplay with Jacob. Wigs were fine but it either slipped or became a nuisance when things became heated. She even remembered the wig catching on the zipper of her skirt because she had gone with a long, black wig reminiscent of a mermaid. Jacob helped to cut the part of the wig's hair to release her neck from the weird angle it was to keep from hurting the rest of her neck. Mmm, how Jacob had been attentive afterwards with rubbing oil into her shoulders and kissing her neck over and over. <br><br>Now as she watched him kiss her foot a niggle of power fell over her like a security blanket. In therapy, the two found out there would have to be some sort of power exchange between one another. Soon, either Calista had to show Jacob she could be a strong female for him or be left to being coddled for the rest of her life. Cali enjoyed being held by Jacob but also knew the time came for her to be strong and dominant over him. Show him she was in charge and wanted him to see she could be relied on if he ever wanted to cry on her shoulder and be held in her arms. Cali wanted to be his everything and not be seen as a female to be protected.<br><br>"Such a good pet for kissing my boot," she answered as she watched him bow and kiss her boot. Calista's skin hummed in pleasure and anticipation of what could happen next. Her mind ran rampant with the items she wanted Jacob to do for her. She ordered him to get on his hands and knees, the need to see him in that particular position one she wanted to see above all else. There was even a few instruments for this roleplay she had in store hiding beneath her bed but she would not pull it out until she saw him go through with her request first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 14:28:09</strong>
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				Jacob had to say he enjoyed this side of mistress. He obliged her by getting on his hands and knees. Showing off his muscled form. His underwear was still on so his member was well hidden but it was quickly getting aroused. He waited for he to continue with her tirade as Mistress Calista. Really Mistress. He thought to himself.<br><br>Jacob wondered if they were going to need a safety word for this. Honestly he was enamored with her now but he couldn't help but think how this would add to when she actually wore that army outfit. For some reason boot camp became really sexy in his mind. Jacob decided he should focus on the role play here and now.<br><br>"Command me, Mistress Calista..." he begged on his hands and knees. "I'm your slave." he wanted to see what she had to give him. It scared him a little but that little that made it intriguing. He bristled with heat and anticipation. He wanted this. It was mysterious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:58:50</strong>
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				Reaching down, she caressed and palmed his firm buttocks, even pinching it a bit to get a reaction out of her Jacob. Her Jacob. Yes, it felt right to call him as her Jacob because he belonged to her. At first, Calista might have bought him with her mother's money but she paid off Jacob when her mother recinded her money and Jacob was all hers. He had been there for her when her own damn mother had not taken time out of her fucking schedule to give her a bit of comfort. Jacob loved and adored her even in the time of her mood swings but now she wanted to show him how he could rely on her.<br><br>"Yes, I will command you," she whispered as she walked around him in a circle. She wanted to see him from every angle as she asked him what safeword to use. There was a chance she might overexert herself and the thought of harming Jacob made her hurt inside. Jacob was one to be cherished but never would she mar his beautiful skin nor his mind as well. He was hers but never would Cali break him down like she had those many months ago. Before, Cali had been a foolish female who knew not what she wanted. Now, she knew what she wanted.<br><br>Slowly, her hand moved to get in between Jacob's legs and gently stroked his hardening member. To feel him harden from all of this made her inner core clench in the need to have him buried inside of her. She could wait out that pleasure but right now the urge and want to have him made her stop and assess the situation. "Yes, you are my slave and I am your Mistress. Everything you are is mine to have, my lovely Jacob. If I asked you to stroke yourself, you will do it. If I wanted to make love to you, I will do it without anyone telling me what to do," she said this all as she continued to stroke him to a hard erection. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:11:34</strong>
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				Her slave gave a little start when her hand slapped down on his ass. Not that she'd not done it before but never with this much certainty. Jacob felt her hand on his member through his boxers. "I think airplane would be a good word." He told his mistress. It was it wasn't something they would utter in passion or if she took more mistressy than usual. It was an alright word if he said so himself. Plus it was still stuck in his mind. <br><br>He stayed in the prone position. She gave him an order and he obeyed. Slipping his hand down his boxers he slowly lowered them until they were completely removed. He placed his hand around his sex and moved it up and down. He'd never actually done this before. He'd always not cared or had mistress to please. <br><br>He tugged faster. His hand slid up and down his shaft. He didn't want to get to enthusiastic he wanted to still be able to preform. It felt good. Never as good as mistress but he could see why some men did this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:05:44</strong>
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				Chuckling at his word to use airplane as the safeword, Calista walked around Jacob. Calista could not believe she was doing this but she felt at ease to do so. Maybe it would open up new avenues. If this worked out well tonight then it showed a new part of her. Showed she could be in charge and lay down the law without flicking to Jacob for assistance. Of course, she adored the fact Jacob helped her out but once in a while she wanted him to rely on her. <br><br>She smiled as he removed his boxers and started to stroke himself. God, he had such a tight and muscled ass. Even now, she noticed the small scratches on his buttocks from the last time he took her against the wall. Calista ended up with bruises on her back which he apologized for but she whispered everything was fine with her. Jacob had done a great job over the past few months to shape and hone himself to become the best slave for Calista. <br><br>"Tell me how you feel, Jacob?," she asked as she struck him again on his bottom. She wanted him to feel the pleasure of his own hand on his erect cock at the same time she paddled his bottom. Calista asked Jacob various questions as she spanked him at different intervals. At times, she smacked him every few seconds, other times over and over and one point she stopped to watch his ass redden from the blows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 21:30:43</strong>
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				Jacob continued to stroke himself for her and he liked it. When she asked him to say what he felt he almost answered her but her spanking had shocked him. Not offensively but he skipped a beat. He kind of liked the new sensation. It stung just enough to make him acute. The pleasure felt so much better with his senses sharpened. "It feels good--" there was a smack, "Mistress, but not as good as you feel." he knew how to answer her. Jacob was her own personal ego fan. A healthy ego of course. When Calista threw off kilter parties (she never through a bad one. Just too eccentric for the people) or had a bad day setting one up he was there to pour as many words, as many languages in her ears as possible. It was his job to make her happy. <br><br>He noticed his smacks subsiding she must have been bored. He wanted to be commanded more. He loved the way she looked, caramel skin in the mistress outfit slightly curly black brown hair. He had forgotten what he was doing and accidentally came all over his hand and the floor. Not that this was a horrible thing. He had incredible stamina and he wouldn't fatigue over something like that. Still Mistress might be upset. He looked up at her ready for any wrath he'd invoked.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 06:54:17</strong>
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				Calista knew he was buttering her up but she wanted to hear him say what he really wanted to say. She knew there were times he wanted to say what was truly on his mind and a few times he said it even though he feared she might strike or punish him. Remembering how he responded to an overzealous female at one of Calista's parties, he commented on how the only person allowed to grab him between his legs was Calista and Jacob said this with a smile on his face. Of course, he apologized profusely but she thanked him by giving him a handjob in the hallway while everyone else partied in the living room. How scandalous. <br><br>There was no wrath to be invoked because Calista enjoyed every bit of seeing Jacob come all over his hand and the floor. She smirked as he saw his ass clench together as his sack tightened against his cock and shot his load. "So beautiful," she whispered as she came down to smack his bottom again. Cali asked him to do it again, wanting him to do it in the next few seconds. The need to see how many times he could come all over himself excited Calista to the point she threatened he would not leave this position unless he satisfied her orders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 19:37:49</strong>
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				Jacob honestly didn't know what to do. He'd never really masturbated before and he thought it was best to just continue doing what she asked. He didn't stop to wipe his hand off he just continued to pump himself.<br><br>Calista had been quite sweet on him ever since they had started a routine (Which wasn't actually so) of sexual behavior. Beyond their typical intimate time they shared. She was often freer with her desires these days and didn't beat around the bush. Though she was often coy and flirty. She always knew what she wanted these days. <br><br>Jacob focused on the task at hand the second time was considerably harder. He eventually came much like before. He managed after much effort to come a third time before he couldn't do anything more he told his mistress. "I think that it." he panted. It had felt good. He didn't know where there time was going now. He certainly couldn't please her for a time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 05:38:40</strong>
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				Watching him stroke and pleasure himself was an experience she enjoyed. She remembered the few times she wanted him to but found he really wished to be inside of her as he came through the barrier of the condom. Now with the birth control pills ordered, the two of them could be together without the condom and she hoped it was better than what she heard from other friends.<br><br>"Yes, I like that," she whispered, smacking him over and over as he pleasured himself. She wanted more, needed to see him arch his back up like a bullet went up his spine for her. When he got to number three, Calista was impressed he made it that far. Leaning down, she kissed the top of his head and walked away to grab the blindfold. <br><br>She ordered Jacob to get on to his knees, her hands coming out to tie the blindfold around his eyes. "If I tell you to please me in front of people, you will do it. Tie you to the wall and fuck you while others watch, you will do it. Pleasure you in front of hundreds of people, guess what? You will let me do it. You know why? Because you I own and I want with every fiber of my being," she stated against his ear before she nipped it with her teeth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:59:49</strong>
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				Jacob gasped at her last spanking. He had to say he liked this. The cloth went over his eyes and he was blind. Her naughty, kinky words poured into his ears, and when she finished he whispered in a slight sexy rattle. "Of course, Mistress..." letting it trail off. <br><br>"Tie me to the wall, fuck me, spank me, make me suck your pussy..." He inhaled sensually, "I will do it in front of the whole... damn... world..." he assured her, "I'll make the straight women of the world touch themselves in jealousy at our hot passion."<br><br>He wondered what was coming next. Had she surprises in there new little loft? He wondered, this was obviously something she'd kept from him to make it... all the more pleasurable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 21:31:11</strong>
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				God, she wanted to do all of those things she thought about doing to her Jacob. Calista did want to tie him to the wall and fuck him while everyone passed them by. She wanted everyone to see the only pussy Jacob would be fucking for the rest of his damn life was Calista's sopping cunt. Even now, her cunt was throbbing, her clit peeking out from beneath its hiding place to have Jacob assuage when she felt like this session should end. <br><br>She returned with a riding crop and a new item she had bought online called a fleshlight. There were different types of fleshlights from mouth, anus, vagina and even a discrete slot to be mistaken as a place to put coins into; in other words, the fleshlight is a sex toy designed for use by males. The Fleshlight is designed and marketed by Interactive Life Forms (ILF). Now she paid a little bit extra but the fleshlight which is named for the flesh-like material used in its inner sleeve, as well as the plastic case that houses the sleeve, which is fashioned to look like an oversized flashlight but she had the fleshlight fashioned in the texture and look of her own cunt. Yes, she had a fleshlight to give to her Jacob of her own cunt in case there were times she had to leave him at the house to take care of phone calls and business.<br><br>"I bought you this because I know when I have class, we won't have much time together," she whispered as she uncapped the fleshlight and started to play it over the head of her slave's cock. It was limp after giving in to her requests to come as many times but she hoped he would rise to the occasion. "I bought this for you," she commented as she slid the pussy-like fleshlight over the head of his cock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 22:33:51</strong>
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				Jacob gasped slightly. It felt a lot like her. Nothing would ever beat the original article but this was pretty damn close. It made him think of the pink core covered by caramel lips that was his mistress's. "Oh it feels just like you..." he said between aroused and bemused. "Thank you mistress you're too good to me.<br><br>Right now he wanted to be chained to their new big bed and ridden like a rented mule. Still he waited quickly becoming aroused at the mock up of his mistress's cunt. He wanted her to have him all the time, "I'll be using it I promise." though he couldn't imagine it would be often. Even if she left. Though he'd never missed her for more than a few days. <br><br>He couldn't think she would need his equivalent to her gift. She was always with him long enough and she could almost always take him anywhere, and if she couldn't she probably shouldn't be screwing him there anyways. He looked up at his mistress like a puppy waiting for a treat.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 22:54:54</strong>
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				It was a gift from this Mistress to her male slave. He deserved it knowing how he much he enjoyed fucking her whenever she wanted it to be. Hell, she remembered the last time the two were in tete-a-tete and it had been the night before the two were to head off to Spain. She wanted to do one last romp in the house and since all of her things were sent off a week before, Jacob and here only had the matress and a few sheets to sleep on. Still, she made use of the matress and Jacob where she slept satisfied and tired from their coupling.<br><br>"You better or I might start thinking you are fucking an imaginary me," she teased as she smacked his backside with the riding crop. The crop made a beautiful sound against his skin and she tried it two more times. Oh, his skin reddened and the blood rose beneath his skin. Once school started, she knew she would be caught up in studying and getting ahead of her own timed schedule. Even then, Calista made time for her Jacob and since he was going to be studying in the slave program she could eat lunch with him during her breaks. Calista's schedule made it out to have a one hour lunch in between her morning and afternoon class with Jacob. <br><br>Jacob, Jacob, Jacob. Calista made her time and classes around Jacob because living in a new country and having left Miami to attend college with her was daunting and would do everything to get him settled into the new lifestyle. "Get on the bed and lay back on it, now," she stated, another crack of the crop. Removing the fleshlight from the head of his cock, she waited for her lovely man slave to get his ass on the bed. Time for a bit of riding tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 00:20:08</strong>
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				Jacob gasped audibly when she smacked his ass. It was so unlike her and he liked it. Calista could be quite insatiable at times and he took upon himself to please her every time. He remembered a time when she had sealed a deal on a very exclusive Orlando club. Normally she never worked out of Miami but this was a tricky correspondence and she was so chocked full of adrenaline one night in the sack put him out for nearly a week. He had ridden him literally quite raw, and he had loved every minute of it. Her tanned body over him pushing him to the bed, biting him.<br><br>That was the first time she'd been so domineering and it made him so hard that she was doing it again. Hopefully though she wouldn't be so high on her own chemicals that she made him walk funny afterward she had mounted his face and wore his tongue out too. She moved so hot and passionate and...<br><br>He found himself belly-up on the bed waiting for his mistress again, "Remember that time you settled that Orlando deal?" He said spreading his legs showing her his massive organ hard and fully-erect. Waiting.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 06:38:54</strong>
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				Calista over the coming weeks had gone hungrier for Jacob from the way he smiled at her to the way he touched her in bed. It was as if she were addicted to the scent and taste of him which only grew stronger the more time she worked him over in the bedroom. She even apologized when she hindered Jacob's walking for a good week and the bite marks left on his neck, chest and even near his private areas. Ouch.<br><br>When her Jacob asked her to remember the time of the Orlando deal, Calista could have come right then and there. Oh, the memories and she remembered just using his face to get her off. Even now she felt like doing it to him again and forcing him to do it all night long. "You have been a naughty Jacob for not letting me suck your cock. Don't you know when I suck your cock that I own you? That I can easily bite down and hurt you if I wanted to do it?," she questioned as she smacked the head of his cock with the riding crop.<br><br>She never did that to Jacob. Never hit his cock with anything other than her hand. There were a few times she nipped the head but quickly kissed it. He somehow was not up for having his cock sucked but he would take it from her whether he loved it or not. His cock seemed to enjoy it most of all and she smacked him against with the crop to grab his attention. "Your cock belongs to me, Jacob. I can do whatever the fuck I want to it. Understand?," she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 01:28:57</strong>
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				Jacob wasn't sure he liked having his cock hit with the ridding crop. She'd never really abused it intentionally before. He knew she liked to do it but he'd learned a lot about the world in the past few months and for a slave to be orally pleasured by his mistress was considered more than mere taboo. It was like giving up a bit of her power over him. <br><br>Then again she was right if she owned him she could afford to do whatever the hell she wanted with him, "Mistress," he gasped softly, "I think you own more of me than my cock..." he moaned a little. She owned every inch of him and she could do whatever she pleased.<br><br>He leaned back against the cool, silky bedsheets. He had to remember that his mistress was a helluva lot different than the other mistresses. Yes she had money, yes she had the ability, but she had a freer spirit and nonchalance about social norms. Look at some of the parties she threw... he leaned into her ministering. "Love me mistress..." he begged in half a moan. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 19:20:38</strong>
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				<em>I think you own more of me than my cock</em><br><br>Jacob was more right than he could ever realize as Calista smacked his cock one last time before she threw it to the side. She placed her hands on her hips to look over where exactly she wanted to start. If she had the riding crop in her hands, she might have been tempted to keep cracking it over his thighs, the bottom of his feet, anyplace to get a reaction out of him. She wanted her Jacob to be wanton and hungry for her not afraid that she might get him again with the crop.<br><br>"Oh, I will," she whispered as she let her fingers instead stroke over his thighs and hips. He deserved a bit of pleasure knowing the two of them had been on a plane for several hours and all he had was her pleasuring him in the seat. Now, he would be inside of her as she rode him to oblivion. Such a change in her over the last couple of months. At first, shehad been shy and unsure about taking on a pet. Now she felt the trickles of control flicker over her skin and she enjoyed it.<br><br>She managed to get herself onto the bed with no problems. The leather skirt rode high on her hips giving Jacob a peek at the crotchless panties she wore beneath. Oh, if she had informed Jacob that she bought a set of crotchless and very thin panties, his head might explode, both the one on his head and the one in between his pants. Calista straddled his thighs, her hands moving over the head and shaft of his cock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 23:18:23</strong>
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				Jacob didn't even stop to ponder how oxymoronic crotchless panites were. He simply stared rather stupidly at his mistress's dripping pussy. Not that this was any different than what he normally did. He always stared and he knew she loved it. But he loved every inch of her and often stared anyways because she would shake her bottom that certain way or nuzzle him with the length of her whole body in that special way. He loved looking after his mistress and he loved looking after her.<br><br>We have got to role play more often Jacob thought to himself seeing his own cock bulge and pulse, as she rubbed and teased it with her hands. He wanted her to command him more make him eat her out. He often wondered what she thought of their lovemaking, he never really knew. She could be soft and tender and at times she could be like this. He liked all of it and he liked the variety, but it made him feel one dimensional. All he ever was, was be her slave. He would ask her afterward. He knew better than to ruin the moment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 03:52:34</strong>
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				Yes, Jacob learned well from the last few times when he had opened his mouth and ruined it. She could remember the first time and how it felt to feel unsure of herself. As her fingers ran over the tip of his cock, she knew he learned from his mistakes the same way she had. There were tears and doubt always running through her mind but as the months went by and the therapy with Jacob ensused, she became more reliant on her inner strength. Jacob showed her to be that type of woman who was strong but sexy and never some robobitch or hapless emotional child. <br><br>Right now she was neither of those but concerned with what to torture him with came to her mind. Lifting her hips as she watched him stare down her aching cunt, she started to rub her clit against the head. "Mmm, yes, Jacob, feels so good," she whispered as she reached out to stroke his shoulders and neck. Just to think, she almost returned him back the same day she bought him. What a fool she could have been back then. Such as life was but Jacob had been good to her and she was going to show him how good of a slave he could be to her now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 04:24:10</strong>
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				Jacob whimpered for her like a little puppy. A little puppy who wanted to play ball, and get his tummy rubbed. He looked up longingly at his mistress. Wiggling his own cock against her clit. H knew better than to let her do all the work. Jacob loved waking up next to her, he wanted time with her. To lay his body against hers in the morning. He could see them standing out on the balconies of Barcelona. Sipping wine or fruit juices. Walking the old streets or going to the beaches. The history, the campus's facilities.<br><br>In there moments of intimacy he found these moments of wonderful foresight intoxicating and conducive to the moment. He moved to his body slightly under hers. "I love you, mistress..." he said wholeheartedly for the Goddess only knows how many times. His mellow accent flowing out almost in a breath. Somehow she always heard him say it no matter how softly he spoke. He looked back at her eager aroused body and wanted her to do it. His eyes said please.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 06:15:40</strong>
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				There was a time and place for teasing and right now, this was the best time to show her Jacob how much she could tease him to begging. "Yes, like that," she muttered as she leaned down once more to flicker her tongue over his collarbone. She nipped at his neck, expecting to hear him groaning and begging her to fuck him. He had a routine but there was always something new he threw her way to get her revved up and wanton only for him. It seemed only he could calm her down and only he could get her up on the planes of pleasure. <br><br>Her teasing ended as she listened to him speak the words she had yet to speak herself. It was hard to do so not knowing what the future may hold. She could be hit by a bus tomorrow or find out he was lying to her. Many thoughts ran through her mind and many things to discuss with him afterwards but what she could give him was time spent with her and knowing he was hers and only hers. "You are mine, Jacob," she whispered as she pressed at the entrance to her 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 03:48:48</strong>
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				Jacob moaned as she pushed onto him. He kissed her neck, nipping it with his teeth. He let his hands press against her back and slide up to her shoulders and the small of her back. He pushed more of his sex into her and pulled back, pushing in again. He held his mistress against him feeling her breasts press against his muscled chest. He let her light-chocolate thighs moved up and down with his soft thrusting. She would more than likely tell him how she wanted to do this later.<br><br>He ran a hand over her round bottom and squeezed. Smiling as he pulled her into a new kiss. he melted into this intimate moment. His cock sliding in and out of her smoothly. Jacob felt her move and twitch as he flipped all her little switches and pressed all the little buttons he'd learned to press and flip due to her tutoring. He reached around her and started fooling with her clit in an erratic fashion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 21:27:35</strong>
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				Jacob was hers. There was no doubt about it. He belonged to Calista in the very way of how she moved her body around him. No other male had yet to make her move like a sensual female who used her hips to seduce him to the bedroom. No man made her look at them the way she looked at Jacob when she watched him move beneath her hips. She gasped more than she could ever think to gasp and groan as he nipped her neck, let his arms slide up her shoulders and push himself deeper inside of her. <br><br>The one thing Calista was afraid of letting herself find out was whether or not Jacob and her thought of herself as his female. His woman. It would be taboo for him to go around prounouncing that Calista was his and his alone for male slaves could easily be sold off and lent out to other people. Take a look at her mother, she switched slaves whenever she sneezed and by the time she asked for a tissue, a new slave would be in place to give it to her. She thought about this at the same time, she arched into Jacob's fingers, her own nails dragging down his chest. "Oh Jacob," she moaned against his lips as she stole more and more kisses from him, riding herself on not only his fearsome cock but on his dabbling fingers as well. Jacob would soon take all of her heart and own it and from there, she feared she might forever love him until the day he might not want her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 06:26:20</strong>
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				Jacob let his mistress have his body. Like he always had, he gave it to her fully and she requited him with a chorus of moans and pleas. He lived for this, in a way he needed this. Deep down he still had all the fears that she would sell him back at her next displeasure. That she would grow bored of him and throw him away. He still worried that she would just leave him all alone. He didn't want to go back to market. To him it was tantamount to dying. His mistress was his goddess.<br><br>He continued to kiss her his hand roaming over her naked backside. He kissed her passionately, over and over. His eyes closing and opening. His body pushed into hers trying to bring her to what she carved and moaned for. To fulfill his duty and love to his mistress. He pushed her on him with his free hand as his other came up to wrap around her waist and push more. He began to pant with the exertion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 19:18:45</strong>
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				Everyone had fears which could break even the most strongest male slave down. For Calista, it was the fear to be left alone knowing no one wanted her unless it was to get ahead of in life. Her mother had done so with using her to keep her youth and train her daughter to be her partner in lovesless crime. Calista was only grateful she knew what her mother was doing and pulled herself away in time. Any longer in her mother's presence and Calista feared she might evolve into her mother's clone. It was good she had Jacob now for he kept her grounded and in control of her wayward emotions. Right now, she was in control of his pleasure as she rode his hips, returning his kisses and enjoying his body.<br><br>Jacob was her second in command. Anything happened and he was there to fix things. "Jacob...goddess...Jacob," she whimpered against his lips a sign she was close but did not want to rush off too far. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to his skin. If she could, Calista would want to be like this with Jacob. Skin to skin. Their bodies letting one another know how each truly felt for one another. She leaned her head down onto his shoulder and nipped at the muscle, bone and skin there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 00:53:59</strong>
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				Jacob's hands slid down his mistress's hot caramel back and down to her Latin bottom. He cupped it as his sex pulsed in and out of her womanhood. He stroked her back again as his thrusts became rapid and hard. Her thighs on either side of him. His goddess riding him like the slave he was. He enjoyed it. He lifted her up off the majority of his manhood and kissed her naked breasts liking them. She'd made sure to teach him well. Too well in fact. He let her back down the length of him again and kissed her on the lips. She was his whole world and losing her was not an option. <br><br>That's why he made every time they were together as fresh as possible. She could never grow bored of him. Never not need him. He thrust in deeper at these thoughts fueled on by a mix of fear and wanton passion for his Latin goddess. He groaned and voiced his carnal pleasure with her. "I want to make you cum so hard mistress..." he growled lightly as he worked to pleasure her. He lived to please her, and he would, the other option wasn't an option.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 22:42:30</strong>
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				Jacob always had a fascination with her ass ever since she wiggled her bottom at him the first time. He had been her first in almost everything. First kiss. First lover. First friend who was there for her and not because of her money in status. First in almost everything except admitting that she loved him. Calista feared if she admitted to Jacob it would give him power. She was his, of course but he belonged to her. Calista was his Mistress and one who called the shots but if she revealed her feelings for him, would it ruin their symbiotic relationship?<br><br>At the moment, their relationship was heading quickly towards the orgasmic peak on her end. With every thrust of his hips especially when he pulled her off of him and slammed himself deeper made it worthwhile. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she looked down into Jacob's beautiful eyes. Right now his enticed her towards the orgasm knowing it was a few more strokes before she came on his cock. "I am going...to cum," she screamed as she threw her head back. With a gasp, her inner walls tightened around Jacob and she came over his massive cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 18:44:49</strong>
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				Jacob had what only could be described as a violent, violent orgasm. He came hot and hard. His massive cock spurt out its need all inside fighting against her own orgasm for the maximum pleasure. He panted and held his mistress. His mouth seeking purchase on her tender breasts or full lips. He kissed her swan-like neck and pulled from her delightfully wet core. His cock gave a few great spasm and remnants splattered on the insides of his mistress's full thighs. Jacob faltered expectantly that had been intense and sleep drove over his need to stay awake and please his mistress further, but he still managed to fight it off. <br><br>He took up his position on his side and let mistress curl herself within the curve of his own body. Like she liked to do. He mused with her hair and ran a lazy hand over her hot breasts and down to her core where they had just finished release their passion for one another. He just wanted to hear gratifying words from his mistress. That she was happy with him, that she was fulfilled by him, and that she was all he would ever need. Soon she wouldn't have much time for him, but he grasped the moments he could moments like this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 21:35:25</strong>
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				Calista could feel how hard Jacob came from her as she felt his seed burn hot inside of her inner walls. She felt herself clamp down on him, wanting to take every bit of him into her and absorb him into her bloodstream. Never did she want this feeling to end, her hands coming down to drag her nails down his back. Her nails wanted to dig into his skin and scar him so that every female who saw him when she walked around in Barcelona knew that Jacob belonged to her. That Jacob belonged with her and no one else. <br><br>In a few days time she would be off at school and either had to keep him quiet when the two were in class or leave him in the male slave section. Either way, their time together would be scaled back while she focused on her studies. She cared about Jacob but her education was important to her as well. Calista would try her best to balance out the two and keep both things from falling apart. As she snuggled into his body and sighed in pleasure at his touch, she knew things were great for the moment. While she could worry about things in the future, what was most important the present. "It was wonderful," she whispered as she closed her eyes and let Jacob take care of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 15:31:06</strong>
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				Jacob woke in the late morning like he'd grown accustomed and slid of the bed not bothering to dress. It was warm and he left to fix breakfast for his mistress. When most of the preparations were complete for the Spanish omelet in the frying pan he finished the meal up with orange juice and toast. He took the food into her bedroom and found her still asleep. <br><br>Jacob liked to test the bounds of what he could and could not get away with and he was very smart about it. He wanted to give his mistress a very special wake up call. Laying the tray on the bedside table he prowled over the bed to her naked body guarded only by the flimsy sheets. Slipping his body underneath them he found what he sought. Gently spreading her thighs he placed his lips over her naked sex and began to suck his sleeping mistress's cunt. <br><br>His lips slipped over her quickly moistening sex. His hands holding her legs at bay so her subconscious couldn't ruin his fun. Besides she said she'd let him do this last night and completely forgot. Well that wouldn't do. He probed his tongue deep into her core not being particularly gentle using big, exaggerated movements. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 19:34:59</strong>
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				During the night, there were a few moments Calista woke up in fear of where exactly she was before she realized she was in Spain with Jacob. It seemed she was still unsure her time to be spent in Spain was true or a figment of her imagination. She never dreamt that she would meet somebody like Jacob in the marketplace to even think about bringing over to Spain. Merely she thought he would be useful for the few months in the summer spent in Miami before she left him with her mother or returned him before she went on her four year trip to Spain. He was a wicker male to make her think of even more things than him being a slave and she as his Mistress. There were moments, he made her dream of him at night, always worried over him in the day and in between those days and nights yearned for him.<br><br>The male slave was wicked even when he did not realize he was tempting her. Could he not even think that she adored his presence even as she warred within herself to keep it together? It was not natural to feel of such things this quickly but then again her therapist informed her it was her emotions which were starting to mature. After being stuck with her mother, her emotions were stunted but now to be on her own and with Jacob it was starting to peak. As the days went by and her emotions were finally starting to make some sort of coherent sense, Jacob had to keep throwing curveballs at her with how he looked and talked to her. She gave him permission to speak his mind and she struck down the law when he needed to be put back into his place but the man had her in his sights.<br><br>At the moment, he had his sights on her sensual core, unaware he had slipped out of bed and now tested the bounds placed upon him. In bed, all she felt was the tickling of the sheets brushing against her thighs. Jacob could be sneaky if she was not careful and aware of where he was in the house, even more now the two were in a strange new city to explore together. It took her mind longer than her body to figure out what was happening between her thighs. While her mind merely may have assumed the sheets managed to fall against her parted core, her body arched against the lips and tongue belonging to Jacob. A few seconds later, her mouth joined in by moaning aloud, "Oh yes...," before she sighed and rubbed the side of her face into the pillow, an indication for Jacob to continue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 20:02:04</strong>
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				Jacob did continue. He nibbled and kissed at her core loving ever exquisite squirm and motion from her semiconscious body. He ran a hand around her caramel thigh and felt the supple flesh give appetizingly. His naked mistress in her bedsheets. Was this right for him to do? To please her without her say so? Jacob didn't know but the slave training in his back brain kept sending off warning lights. Maybe he had forgotten his place. Thinking too far ahead as it were. He gradual stopped not suddenly just to make her think she had a fleeting dream and he crawled back into bed and put his hands behind his head in thought. <br><br>In many ways he was downright envious of his mistress. She would go on to be educated and well-bred, and many other things. This was dangerous thinking. He finally decided before turning to look at her delightful Hispanic features. Right now though he felt very disposable, very scared of his position. Jacob knew enough that he was very, and inexorably vulnerable should Calista ever decide she was bored. The optimist in him said she would never, ever do that to him. However, that was folly because he was nothing more than a slave and that's all he'd ever be. <br><br>A slave, no matter how well-raised and trained, is still a slave.<br><br>Jacob continued to sulk around in his thoughts, depressing though they were, not paying attention to his mistress in the bed beside him. Maybe he should tell her his thoughts, then again maybe not. He was thinking far too freely and Calista might find he wasn't slave material anymore. He didn't want to prematurely push her to any rash decisions that would cause, or hasten the termination of his slave-hood. Jacob wished he would stop thinking so much, life was so much more simple when one didn't have to think.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 23:06:57</strong>
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				Oh how Jacob was correct in his assumptions. He was no more a slave than he was a piece of furniture. Under law, that is what Jacob was to everyone. A piece of furniture to be used, moved, broken and shaped but he had no voice. Men had nothing to gain in this world other than the station which could easily be lost if another slave came around. Reputations took a lifetime to build and could be ruined in a matter of seconds. However, when it came to Jacob and the millions, yes, millions of male slaves, his reputation depended on the owner. If Calista wanted someone newer and better, she did not have to think about his servitude to her or how much he put into pleasing her. In this world, beauty overcame brains.<br><br>Not to say Calista had any intentions of selling Jacob off but she was the small percentage of female owners who kept their slaves for more than a few years. With the rate of men being born and those raised to be handsome but non-fighters. The underground wars made the head honchos nervous about civil rights being given to the men and were in a rush to put down those with different viewpoints on the slave matter. For now, Calista kept her mouth shut but she knew it was a matter of time before a soldier came knocking on her door to make sure she kept her Jacob in line and had no intentions of keeping him longer than five years.<br><br>Five years. Five years was the maximum but the government pushed for two to three years to get the most out of a slave and less time for a relationship to build. However, with Jacob and Calista, their relationship had started from the moment Calista bought Jacob with her mother's money. Calista was afraid of what those feelings were and only knew it could end in heart ache or much, much worse. On the one hand, she cared about Jacob, more than a slave owner should for a male pet but on the other Calista could feel the pressure to put Jacob in his place looming over her head. One way or another, someone was about to get hurt and as she turned onto her side, reached out to stroke his neck and kiss his chest, only time would tell who would end up with a broken heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 03:48:51</strong>
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				Many people protested this five-year "guideline" as unconstitutional. Where did the government get off telling people how long they could keep their slaves? It was their property to do so as they wished. Jacob didn't know about these things. His concerns were more juvenile than that. What if she got a new little toy to replace him. All it would take is a whim and he'd be back wherever she left him. No more mistress. It was a saddening thought. It was like losing his parents. If he'd known them or hadn't been some test-tube job. It was enough to water his eyes, with it's painfulness. <br><br>He felt the kiss on his flesh and the heat it ignited in him. He knew about the five-year thing of course, but never gave it much thought, honestly the only way out of it was to make the slave a groom-slave. The government would levy a tax, huff and puff that it was nontraditional but legal permits to own a slave in excess were granted every day. Jacob again didn't know it, again his motives were purer. If mistress groomed him then she really loved him. That brought on another feeling entirely. He rolled over and faced her. He started this morning off like so many others.<br><br>"Good morning, Mistress. What can I do for you." and like every morning he meant it with everything he had, come hell or high water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 22:13:37</strong>
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				While many people protested the five year guideline, it was still in the books and there were officers implemented to visit the homes of those close to the five year mark. Officers came, interviewed the owner and their pet, if they saw they were liable to break the five year agreement or not marry, then enforcements came in to 'legally' purchase back the slave and hand over a new one. In reality, they removed the slave whether or not the owner wanted to let him go and were given a slave bred to not talk, speak or show any emotion or affection towards owners. The government sought to keep male slaves as male slaves and not as companions or best friends. It was wrong but until the rebels held enough power and threw over the government, slavery still reign.<br><br>Only consolation was a groom slave but it looked as if Calista was itchy about the subject. While she was getting through being a Mistress for Jacob, it was having to think of him as a husband slave which set her into suffocation mode. Jacob did not suffocate her per say but what if the relationship went south and things turned heated and vicious? If she divorced him, the government would swoop in and take him away or even if there were rumors of the marriage being on the rocks, psycholigists and therapists would be called in to put the blame on Jacob and find ways to dissolve the marriage against her wishes. It saddened and angered her how if one tiny argument was heard by those who worked to keep slavery inhumane and profitable that Jacob could be lost to her.<br><br>Opening her eyes, she yawned and stretched to find Jacob awake and ready for her. Moments like these made her feel warm and secure even with the problems of slavery moving ever closer to their front steps. "A warm bath, Spanish omelet and the newspaper Jacob. We might go out today to do a bit of flea market shopping," she announced having heard the city had a local market which sold fresh fruits, vegetables and even had live music for everyone to enjoy.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rich Girl</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 16:30:55</strong>
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				"Coming right up..." he said leaning over and kissing her on the lips lightly. He stood and walked into the bathroom and began drawing the bath. Steam rose invitingly but he knew it wasn't too hot for her. He had already produced the breakfast and pointed it out to her before slipping on a robe and going to check the paper. Opening the door he walked down to the paper and read the headline aloud to himself, "Rebel party gains support in congress..." whatever that meant. Jacob just liked doing the crossword. Though Calista didn't like to really acknowledge it, Jacob's life revolved around her, and he didn't really want anything else.<br><br>Stepping back inside he went to the bathroom to find her naked in the tub, "He handed her the paper and asked if she thought of anything else. The flea market sounded good to Jacob though he wouldn't be able to buy anything, He didn't know what exactly a flea market was per se. Never having gone but he could look it up really quickly before they left. Jacob actually wanted to go to the beach or go dancing, but he'd tell her afterward if she had no other plans.<br><br>He sat on the edge of the tub absentmindedly rubbing her shoulders and neck. He looked up and down her bronze form and he made sure she knew it. He absorbed every delicate, tender curve, and he thought about all the curves he couldn't see. He had a big smile on his face...<br>He would soon not get to see her as much when she went off to college but that was alright. He'd make up for it... somehow." his grin grew larger.
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