The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)
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				Title: <strong>The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 14:23:17</strong>
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				The ceremony was drawing to a close in the large circular hall. Filtered light streamed down through the ornate glass inlaid panels in the ceiling, highlighting the two individuals in the centre to the surrounding audience. Silja stood straight and proud, her chin held high as she listened to Master Dilan chanting the age old words that were used to greet a sorceress into a life outside of the academy. She had been here for ten years, working through gruelling studies and training, learning how to control and use the power she had been gifted with at birth. It had been a long and difficult journey, but one she had relished and excelled in.<br><br>She pulled down the hood of her cloak on cue, exposing her pale heart shaped face to her peers. Her long black hair trailed in a lose plait down her back, hidden under the weight of her navy blue apprentice cloak. Her face remained stoic as she listened to the words her deep blue eyes like sapphires, shining with confident pride. She felt the power rise in her body and her hands tingle as the tutors' shackles, that kept her power in check, were removed leaving her free to exercise her magic as she wished. Still there was one thing that had to occur first.<br><br>“Bring forward he who is Silja’s companion” boomed Master Dilan, his authoritative voice echoing heavily through the marble room. The sorcerers guild preferred to use the term companion for those that they were linked to, though in reality they were little more than slaves. It was a great honour to be chosen as a companion to a magic user, though one that could not truly be understood until it was experienced. Only the strongest could bear the burden of their masters magic. <br><br>There was always a price to be paid for such power, a price that, it was discovered many years ago by one of the strongest mages known to the order, did not have to be paid by the wielder himself. A link could be forged between two souls through magic, a link that meant a familiar could be chosen. Trial and error over time had discovered that humans were the best for such a burden, able to withstand the effects of its use without the occurrence of premature death or other such obvious difficulties. Their wellbeing was down to the master they were given, most were treated well and revered for what they bore, few were not. And so it became customary for every new sorcerer to be linked to a companion, cherished as pets, but beyond the surface, abused as slaves by their superior counterparts.<br><br>The heavy doors to the inner sanctum of the guild building opened. All eyes turned reverently to the motion, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Silja’s companion for the binding ritual.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 20:44:33</strong>
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				The choice was a careful one. There were enough anti-slavery sympathizers, and sorcerers already struggled for acceptance from those who lacked an understanding of their power, that everything was done to ensure a decent match. After all, it did no one any good if a graduate developed a reputation for leaving broken, discarded husks in their wake. Her mentor had talked with her closest friends for her aesthetic preferences, inspected dozens of potential candidates, and finally settled on her first companion.<br><br>Dressed in likely the finest tunic he would ever wear, the boy stepped through the massive doors and into the chamber, unbound and alone. Tradition dictated that, while property, the companion had to give themselves freely to the sorcerer. Of course, reality was that candidates who refused ended up in the city guard's barracks, if they were women, or the royal foundries, if they were male, the prospect of a short, cruel life hanging over their heads. Still, the choice was there.<br><br>He was surprising. Most companions were considerable physical specimens, as if they could shoulder their burden like a physical load. When one was talking about a sorcerer's life, familiars with clear, visible strength were often favored. Her companion however, was young, timid looking, his leanly muscled build almost...slight. Still, when had her tutor erred in his teaching.<br><br>Laran approached the waiting sorceress in the center of the great hall. He knew his role in this - his role in the rest of his life, although what kind of life that was was placed firmly in her hands. He stood before her and bowed once.<br><br>"Congratulations Mistress." A simple sentence, but the first spoken to her as a full sorceress. Again, tradition demanded it, that her memories and life as a sorcerer begin with her companion giving her his life. He knelt, and Master Dilan's voice sounded again in the darkness.<br><br>"You may proceed with the binding Silja."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 13:08:52</strong>
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				She watched him carefully, almost scrutinizing him as he made his way to the centre of the hall. He was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. Her body heated at the very sight of him, his lean form, his young, blemish free face, it made her heart beat quicken in a way she was not accustomed to. <br><br>Kneeling before her she breathed heavily, taken aback by how he looked and the physical reactions she was having to him already. She had never found herself losing her concentration but right now, in that moment her mind was a confused whir of unusual feelings. <br><br>She bent down slightly and took his left hand, palm up, kissing it gently before reaching for the ceremonial dagger Master Dilan offered to her. With a deft quick motion she sliced into his palm allowing blood to well there before using a minute amount of her power to seal the wound. Into the pool of blood she placed a large shard of crystal before repeating the process on her own right hand. The crystals each were holding seemed to glow gently as they fed off of the blood they were in, soaking it up like a dry sponge and taking with it a small amount of their essences. <br><br>Her gaze was firmly fixed on his face, watching him with intensity as she began to mumble the ritual words and the crystals hovered above their open hands, melting before their eyes and taking on a new form. The one above her hand became a collar, thin and clear the crystal held a slight ruby shimmer to it as it bent and stretched, wrapping itself firmly around Laran’s neck. The crystal itself was light and incredibly strong, it could only be plied by magic and was only used for this purpose because of its particular thirst for bodily fluids. The back of the collar fused together, there was no latch, no way to take it off… it was his for life now.<br><br>The shard over Laran’s hand twisted and formed an ornate matching necklace, snaking it’s way around the base of Silja's neck to sit snugly around her collar bone. Again, there was no obvious way to take off the exquisite piece, but then why would she want to.<br><br>Straightening her body she began to call her power, creating a beautiful display of light around the two of them. The watchers were silent but eager to see what would happen in this final test of her companion’s suitability. With the blood infused collar in place he was truly her slave and this was his first taste of the addictive quality of her magic. Some professed to feel pleasure for their masters, some pain, others responded differently altogether. All eyes were on him now to see how he would bear the brunt of her display.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 22:05:56</strong>
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				The boy winced as the blade sliced into his palm, a momentary surge of pain before her power closes the wound off. The crystal shakes softly in pool of blood in his palm, his nervousness understandable. A failure in the ceremony, the spell rejecting the pairing, had unpleasant, often fatal consequences for the familiar. Beyond that, as the the thin, clear crystal wrapped around his neck, his life was hers. Bound by both law and magic, he was hers until...until the end, however it game.<br><br>A small groan escapes his lips as she begins her display, feeling the power of her magic rocket through him, using his own soul, his body, his essence as an anchor for her power. He falls to his knees, the power coming not as pain or pleasure but as a great weight pressing down on him. He grits his teeth, bearing it quietly as the room illuminates nearly to daylight. The pressure shifts from a weight to pain, not the quick, sharp pain of a knife, but a deep, bone ache. Closing his eyes, he steadies himself on his knees and waits for her to finish her display, willing himself not to disappoint her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 13:03:33</strong>
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				Silja watched him with pride, a small smile forming on her face. The obvious discomfort he was experiencing fired her body. It excited her down to the core though she felt no shame in that. He was here to shoulder her burden and bring her pleasure. That is what she had been taught by the other mages and their companions alike.<br><br>As the display of her magic died down applause sounded out. The attending sorcerers clapped and mumbled their approval, nodding and murmuring to one another at the young man’s ability. The other companions watched the scene with a grim recognition on their faces, some held pity in their gaze, others a happy sort of awe.<br><br>With the ceremony concluded she bent down once again, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet. Her hand came to stroke his face, sifting through his hair as she did so, her finger trailing down his soft cheek and neck to brush the crystal collar, it seemed to pulse under her fingertips as she touched it.<br><br>The room quieted as Master Dilan grinned and spread his arms, addressing everyone in attendance. “It is done” his voice announced, signalling another around of applause. “Silja and her companion Laran are now one. Let us celebrate!” Finally the sorcerers and their companions relaxed, many coming forward to congratulate the pair before Master Dilan ushered them out of the great hall and into one of the adjoining reception rooms.<br><br>In the centre stood a heavy long table, laden with a celebratory feast. Master Dilan moved to the head of the table, Silja and Laran taking their seats next to him and the others following thereafter. When all were settled servants came round pouring wine for a toast. Master Dilan stood like a proud father at his daughter’s wedding. “Let us drink to the healthy union of Silja and her companion. May they live long and happily.” With murmured agreement and the clinking of many glasses the feasting began.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 19:51:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84268.msg3732138#msg3732138">Quote from: Rhedyn on 06-10-2010, 13:03:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Silja watched him with pride, a small smile forming on her face. The obvious discomfort he was experiencing fired her body. It excited her down to the core though she felt no shame in that. He was here to shoulder her burden and bring her pleasure. That is what she had been taught by the other mages and their companions alike.<br><br>As the display of her magic died down applause sounded out. The attending sorcerers clapped and mumbled their approval, nodding and murmuring to one another at the young man’s ability. The other companions watched the scene with a grim recognition on their faces, some held pity in their gaze, others a happy sort of awe.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her contented expression, and the expression of his fellow companions are not lost on him as the display dies down, and the intense, unrelenting feel of her magic pulling at him fades. He bows his head and waits quietly.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">With the ceremony concluded she bent down once again, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet. Her hand came to stroke his face, sifting through his hair as she did so, her finger trailing down his soft cheek and neck to brush the crystal collar, it seemed to pulse under her fingertips as she touched it.<br><br>The room quieted as Master Dilan grinned and spread his arms, addressing everyone in attendance. “It is done” his voice announced, signalling another around of applause. “Silja and her companion Laran are now one. Let us celebrate!” Finally the sorcerers and their companions relaxed, many coming forward to congratulate the pair before Master Dilan ushered them out of the great hall and into one of the adjoining reception rooms.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He looks at her as she pulls him to his feet, the trail of a single tear glimmering on a cheek as her finger brushes along it. His eyes are timid, frightened and...hopeful. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, then falls silent as Master Dilan speaks. Following her out of the great hall, trailing a close but respectful distance behind her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In the centre stood a heavy long table, laden with a celebratory feast. Master Dilan moved to the head of the table, Silja and Laran taking their seats next to him and the others following thereafter. When all were settled servants came round pouring wine for a toast. Master Dilan stood like a proud father at his daughter’s wedding. “Let us drink to the healthy union of Silja and her companion. May they live long and happily.” With murmured agreement and the clinking of many glasses the feasting began.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The chairs arrayed around the long table are slightly irregular, an occasional space for a companion to kneel rather than sit, by the preference of their sorcerer. He sits quietly next to them, raising his glass at the toast, a shy smile on his face. As platters of food circulate over the course of the evening, he avoids the more...esoteric...dishes, clearly puzzled and unsure of what exactly they are. Still, he eats hungrily, though he avoids the wine entirely after the glass drank for the toast. Most of the other companions are similar, their expressions still serious or happy, but largely trying to remain unobtrusive save for the occasional murmured sentence or shared touch with their bonded Master or Mistress.<br><br>The bulk of the celebration involves praising Silja for her display of power and mastery of sorcery, as well as for the acquisition of her new companion. One elderly sorcerer approaches her, setting a hand on his shoulder.<br><br>"Most impressive young lady, most impressive. I was reminded of your tutor's binding ritual, some years ago." Considering Master Dilan's power and respect, that was high praise indeed. He nods to the boy eating quietly nearby, a knowing expression on his wrinkled face. "And you were not the only one who reminded me of that night. Use him well Silja, do not waste your gift." Was that a reference to Master Dilan's first companion? A woman named Derieht, who died decades ago protecting him. She would have to remember to check the archives - her tutor rarely spoke of her.
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				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 10:40:26</strong>
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				The wine flowed freely well into the evening, the compliments even more so and she took them gratefully with happy pride in her accomplishments thus far. Laran never escaped her notice, she found herself watching him and his somewhat timid motions. She placed a hand on top of his reassuringly as the feasting continued, leaning down slightly to whisper in his ear "You have done well this evening pet. I'm proud of you" before offering him a genuine smile and continuing with her role in the festivities. <br><br>Master Dilan also garnered much of her attention. After the words of Sorcerer Mathius earlier her mind wandered. She had never known her tutor's first companion and he never spoke of her. It was hardly surprising since the bond between them would have been strong, lovers as well as servant and master, as was the norm. She had trained with his current companion, a woman, it is said who is so far unlike Derieht you would almost believe them belonging to different masters. It was a matter worth further investigation but for now the evening was for their enjoyment.<br><br>Flushed and heated from the wine her gaze became increasingly intense as she regarded her companion, assessing his looks and mannerisms until the watchful and contented sights of Master Dilan, happy in his choice for her. He had, he decided, picked well. Silja was a lot like him and Laran like Derieht, he only hoped that pride would not create the same travesty for her that it had for him. He was certain that, in time, she would see the true value of her companion, a knowledge that had escaped his grasp until it was too late. <br><br>With a sad smile he stood and moved between Silja and Laran, placing a hand on each of their shoulders and bringing the room to a hushed silence. Clearing his throat he addressed the room "A final toast" he began "before these two complete their rites of joining" this brought a murmur of approval and chuckles from those present. Knowing glances and smirks between sorcerers and companions. They all raised glasses at his word, Silja turning to look at Laran and the crystal collar that linked him to her as it glowed in the gentle light of the room. "The best sorcerers are made through the best companions, may Silja find all she needs from Laran". With the toast concluded the pair stood, a single command uttering from her lips as she began to make her way out of the dining hall...<em>Come</em>.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 22:52:28</strong>
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				The boy seems to beam slightly when the sorceress places her hand on his, and tells him she's proud of him. The term 'pet' doesn't seem to bother him. "Thank you" his whispers back, his voice faint but happy sounding. As her gaze and interest grows more intense, he blushes softly, clearly self-conscious, doing his best to hold his manners and demeanor together and not embarrass her.<br><br>"Come" was all she said as she rose, and he followed her out willingly, trailing her ever so slightly as the pair exits the hall. Several female sorceresses, the memories of their first days with their companions still pleasant memories in their mind, call out suggestions as to the potential uses for the young, shy slave. Several of them cause his cheeks to turn a decided shade of crimson as they exit.<br><br>He follows her through the corridors of the vast, nearly fortress-like building the sorcerers were trained in, heading toward her modest rooming arrangements. It was a single room, comfortable enough for one, less so for two - although slaves hardly counted in that arrangement. A few days from now she would likely be moving to much more comfortable lodgings, accepting the myriad job offers that usually greeted newly minted sorcerers, or a position teaching in the college itself - after her display, such a faculty posting was hardly beyond the realm of possibility. But for now, they would do. Reaching the heavy wooden door, he follows her inside, stopping by the door and bowing his head, waiting quietly for instruction. After a few moments, he hazards a comment.<br><br>"You looked radiant this evening Mistress. I..." he blushes softly, "am proud to be yours."
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				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 18:05:00</strong>
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				Silja said nothing at his praise, though a small smile played about her lips as she looked at the young shy slave. "Close and bolt the door" she ordered as her hand came to the clasp of her apprentice cloak, un-clipping it with the kind of ease that comes from years of practice and revealing violet robes that gathered tight around her generous curves flowing over her hips and fluidly to the floor. She gathered the heavy material up in her arms and held it out to him "I want you to hang this" she continued, gesturing to the closet to the left of the door, "then strip so I can have a proper look at you."<br><br>With her orders spoken she perched on the edge of the modest bed, a little flushed from the amounts of wine she had consumed. She crossed her legs, leaning back slightly onto her outstretched arms. The room was small, but it was the only night they would have to spend here. Now that she had graduated she would move to the mage's quarter until she was able to purchase her own abode if that was her wish. Tomorrow she would discover her options as a mage, though the extent of her power promised several possible ways that she could go from here. Still, she didn't want to think about that now. Tonight was for her first enjoyment of her slave, and she intended to use it to it's fullest.<br><br>Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the lantern by the bed, lit earlier in preparation for their return. They watched his every move, drinking in the sight of her newest and most precious possession.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 21:38:40</strong>
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				He stands quietly, turning to the door, easing it closed and sliding the heavy lock into place. The lock thuds slightly as it settles, and the boy turns in time to take the heavy cloak from her, admiring the violet dress and the distinctly feminine shape it covers for a brief instant. He carries the garment to the closet, finding a place for it to hang, carefully working out and wrinkles of bunches that form so it hangs in a smooth sheet, ready to be worn again if the need arose.<br><br>Returning to the middle of the floor, he moves to obey her next order, blushing softly. The tunic he wears, while undoubtedly of a fine fabric - and before the collar was closed around his neck, very possibly worth more than he was - was a simple affair. Nimble, careful fingers undo the silver clasps that hold the chest closed and he pulls it off himself, folding it carefully and laying it aside. He stands before her, body illuminated by the light of the lantern. His body is lean, but he hardly has the look of a starving peasant - he has been well fed since purchased, and well trained. The flickering light hints at muscles beneath his pale, flawless skin.<br><br>Moving lower, her new possession is decently endowed, a thin patch of hair above his manhood. He stands, his head bowed as she looks him over from her casual perch on the bed.
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				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 15:40:10</strong>
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				Her appraising eyes glided up and down his lean form. The sight of him sent thrills through her body, heating her core and quickening her breathing. Her tutor had chosen well. Slowly she stood and approached him, a soft pale hand laying gently on his chest as she continued to gaze down his body. Slowly she moved around him, her hand brushing lightly over his skin, across his chest and shoulder and down the length of his spine as she stood behind him admiring the view in front of her.<br><br>There was so much for her to learn with this one. She wanted to know everything. How he responded to her touch. What would have him begging for more... She swallowed hard as her hand reached the top of his ass and lightly caressed down to firmly hold his left cheek. She leaned in close to his right ear, her breath hot on his shoulder. "Do you like that slave?" she whispered "Do you like the touch of your mistress?" Her eyes sparkled excitedly, though he could not see it, and her hand pulled briefly from his ass before making contact again with a satisfying slap.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 19:29:36</strong>
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				The boy trembles softly as she stands, her hands tracing over him, trailing down his spine to settle on his rear. She takes a firm hold of him and he seems to almost conform to her touch, moving to make himself easier, more reachable, more accessible to her.<br><br>He closes his eyes as she leans in, arching his neck slightly at the feel of her breath. "Yes Mistress, I do..." An instant later, he yelps as she slaps his rear, jumping slightly. His eyes widen and he exhales, pressing his lean body against her. <br><br>"And does your slave please you Mistress?"
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				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 19:50:56</strong>
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				"Mhmm..." she murmured, her teeth grazing lightly at his shoulder, wanting to see him squirm "I'm very pleased with you so far Laran..." Her hand squeezed on his buttock, kneading the swell with her fingers and palm as she allowed him to lean into her and feel her body across his back before releasing her touch and stepping away. Returning to the front of him she looked hungrily over his body "I'm very pleased indeed" she continued, her voice husky with desire, her eyes heated and darkened. <br><br>"Help me to undress" she finally ordered after a contemplative pause, sliding off the slippers on her feet and turning her back to him, exposing the fastenings over the rear of her robes. She had no undergarments on beneath her robes, she saw little need for them in general, particularly not today of all days.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 21:36:39</strong>
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				The boy gasps softly as her teeth run over his skin, smiling in pleasure at her obvious desire. He blushes softly, ducking his head slightly. "Yes Mistress."<br><br>Her back turned to him, thin, timid fingers run along the length of her back, tracing the muscles there beneath the luxurious fabric of the dress. He slowly undoes the small silver clasps of her robes, the garment slowly peeling off her as he works his way down until reaching the final one at the small over her back. Gripping slightly, he slides the robes off the curve of her hips, leaving the boy kneeling on the floor, his gaze avoiding her nude form, holding her robes in his arms.
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				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 17:39:04</strong>
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				Stepping out of her robes Silja turned to face him as he knelt at her feet. His face was close to her excited core as she moved a little closer to him cupping his chin&nbsp; in her hand and tilting his head up to meet her gaze. Her breasts were of a medium size, pert and well formed swelling nicely above the slender line of her waist and stomach. Between her legs she was hairless, enjoying the feel and erotic look of being smooth and free there. Her legs were long and shapely, feminine and smooth, rounding in all the right places and joining curvaceous but not overly wide hips. "Look at me..." she said, it was a command but did not sound like one, her voice had turned softer though still held her desire in it's tone, "tell me what you see?"
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 22:34:38</strong>
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				Her companion's gaze rises as her soft, delicate hands cup his chin, his gaze taking in the smooth, beautifully curved body before him. His eyes flicker over her hips and up the slender, taut plane of her stomach to the alluring curves of her breasts. He blushes softly as he is asked what he sees.<br><br>"An exceedingly beautiful woman, who any man would be lucky to call 'Mistress'".<br><br>The boldness of the statement seems to take him by surprise, and were it not for the grip of her hand on his chin, he likely would have ducked his head again. Instead, he simply looks up at her with a shy expression, his posture vulnerable and submissive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 10:52:14</strong>
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				Smiling broadly and confident he would now hold her gaze if she&nbsp; removed her hand she did so, stroking the top of his head as she looked down on him. "I'm very pleased with that answer" she told him warmly. That he saw her in that moment as a woman and his mistress was exactly what she wanted, not a sorceress to be feared. She had seen many companions look that way at their masters and mistresses. She didn't want it from Laran. He was so young and easy to mould, eager to please if a little shy, but confidence would come with time. She wanted to find out how eager he was to please her right now.<br><br>Perching on the edge of the bed she spread her legs before him. "Your reward" she explained "is you get the chance to show your mistress how lucky you are...please me" she ordered, parting her thighs wider, exposing her aroused, dripping folds to him. Her eyes were heavy with desire and she struggled to keep her features otherwise plain and stern as she watched him with greed.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 06:01:16</strong>
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				The boy practically beams when told she is pleased with his answer, a timid smile accompanying it, his gaze remaining on her. When Laran is told his reward, faint rose color once again returns to his cheeks, her expression - indeed her expression ever since he has been made hers - suggesting there was simply no other conceivable action than obedience.<br><br>Moving forward slightly, he lowers his head to her spread legs, face disappearing as he props himself up slightly on his arms. She can feel warm breath and soft nuzzles on her inner thighs as he works his way toward her waiting sex, his tongue - timid as the rest of him - running over her lips in a long, slow stroke. He then darts inside her, each movement lavishing her with attention, working his way toward her pearl, responding to her sounds and movements as he explores his Mistress.<br><br>His movements, while earnest and timid, are not unskilled. Perhaps he has had a lover before, before he was chosen to be hers. Or perhaps...Dilan did have him for several weeks, and he had been...vague, about his training.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 13:28:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took a great deal of control not to wrap her legs around him and drag him to her as he gently, timidly edged towards her folds, his breath teasing and exciting long before she felt his warm wet tongue. She lounged further back as he made contact with her fleshy lips, a deep throaty moan spilling from her mouth as she felt him explore and taste.<br><br>He was good despite his shyness, very good in fact. "Mmmmm...that's right slave..." she moaned "I want you to show me how much you love the taste of your mistress...how much you want to make her cum."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 20:46:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Face pressed to the warm, smooth flesh of her mound, he continues to probe and explore the innermost depths of the woman who claimed his collar. He arches his tongue up, mouth pressed to her lips as he rubs and presses against the root of her pleasure, the warm, wet muscle rubbing her bud in a small circle. <br><br>He looks up at her, his head moving slightly as he laps at her dripping sex, eyes wide and adoring as he works, framed by the length of her thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 23:55:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sight of him there, pressed seductively between her thighs, lavishing his every attention on her mound, had her writhing pleasurably. His tongue, circling and teasing her swollen bud soon pushed her to the edge of pleasure. Her hands dove deeply into his hair, holding him to her as she came, her eyes fixed on his.<br><br>Silja shuddered around him, gushing her juices generously at his awaiting mouth, moaning lowly with every flick of his tongue. She sank back into the bed, her hand leaving his hair as her orgasm subsided and her panted breaths became deeper. “Mmmm…very good… Stand up and tell me your name” she ordered, wanting to see just how much he had enjoyed himself.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 00:29:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Held in place by the tight grasp she held on his hair, her slave presses his mouth to her, swallowing what flows into his mouth as his tongue licks her clean in long, slow strokes, his lower face covered in the product of her orgasm. He blushes as he rises, his own considerable agitation obvious to her, standing before her fully erect. <br><br>"My name is Laran Mistress, unless you wish it changed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 23:40:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Laran…” she murmured, liking the sound of it as it rolled off her tongue and rising to once again perch on the bed as she considered him. He was such an erotic image to behold, his shaft fully erect, ready and waiting, his mouth shining with her thick fragrant juices.<br><br>Smiling seductively she stood and stepped over to him. Standing slightly to his side, her naked body inches from him, her hand lifted and settled onto his collar. She leaned in closer, her eyes locked on his, her mouth hovering over his lips. “This” she growled tugging gently on his collar “means you are mine. Mine to do whatever I want with.” She expected no reply, she wasn’t questioning him merely stating a fact. “As mine you will do exactly as I say, whatever I demand. You will obey me and please me or suffer the consequences” she explained, her body warming pleasurably with the thought. Her hand released his collar, trailing down his torso before running along the length of his hardened member, exploring his size and shape with her palm. Her tongue snaked out lapping her moisture from his chin before claiming his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 23:57:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She may not have expected a response from the young slave, but as she tugs gently on his collar, she feels both the pounding of his heart - the core of what anchors her power in him - and a faint nod, the slave wide eyed, his lips slightly parted. There is no hint of resistance as she gives voice to what he truly is - the ceremony might have cemented him as her companion, but the nature of the relationship between the two was always less defined than their formal bond. But the tone of her voice, and the clear pleasure she took in saying it left little question in his mind as to his place.<br><br>He shivers as her hand traces down him, gasping softly when she takes hold of his manhood, assessing its size with her hand. It leaves his lips ajar when she licks his face clean for a moment before drawing him into a kiss, a moan of relief and pleasure echoing in her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 21:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her tongue was eager and forceful in its approach, not because of her wish to dominate him but purely due to her arousal and need. She moaned heavily into him, her hand coming more firmly around his member and beginning to rub his generous length with slow strokes.<br><br>Finally, having satiated her thirst for his mouth she released his lips, her teeth tugging playfully at his bottom one as she pulled back. Her breath, hot and heavy, washed over his skin as she murmured, her eyes open and searching his, her hand in constant, torturously slow motion over his shaft. “Tell me what you want Laran…I want to know what you want right now.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 21:35:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy lets out a soft gasp when she finally releases his lip, his agitation clear from the intensity of the kiss to the slow, teasing strokes over his shaft. He smiles shyly as she asks her question, his eyes earnest, thoughtful.<br><br>"I...I want to lie with you. I want to feel your skin on mine, to feel you take me inside you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 21:55:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silja stifled a moan as she heard him speak. His soft words being just what she wanted to hear. She smiled slyly brushing her lips along his jaw in a teasing motion before stepping back. Her hand, still firmly around his shaft gave a couple more pumps before releasing him. She backed away curling her finger in a motion for him to follow as she climbed gracefully into the middle small bed, settling on her back, leaving him little room or option but to hold himself over her when he joined. "Come and fuck me Laran" she stated huskily, her thighs spreading eagerly to expose her wet core. There was so much she wanted to do to him, to show to him, but that could wait until they had more room...more options. For now she wanted to give him his wish but she wanted him to take it for himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 06:47:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she slowly makes her way into the bed, each movement agonizing, beckoning him to join her, he smiles - the expression less timid than previous as she parts her legs for him. Easing his lean, smoothly muscled body into the narrow bed, he presses his body between her waiting legs. <br><br>With eager, hungry movements, he positions himself above her, readily easing his manhood into her, the agitation from her demanding grip on him and the lingering effects of her orgasm allowing little resistance from either partner. Driving in a smooth motion into her warm, welcoming folds he lets out a quiet moan, holding himself above her as he began to work in and out, movements slow and rhythmic. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 15:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His girth slipping into her elicits a matching throaty moan from her mouth. Her eyes wander over his body as he holds himself above her, his muscles working beautifully with his motions. Taken with him, drinking in his form her legs wrap around his hips, snugly pulling him deeper as they cross over his buttocks, controlling his pace with gentle tensing motions and the rock of her hips. She forces him to keep an agonisingly slow pace, tilting her pelvis so that every long thrust rubs against all the right spots. Though he is doing all the work, she is in complete control.<br><br>"Mmmm...that's right...nice and slow" she murmured encouragingly, her enjoyment heavily evident in her voice "You please your mistress greatly Laran."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 06:33:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her legs wrapped around him, the subtle pressure of her muscles guiding his pace, she keeps him at a long, slow pace, the mix of pleasure and the desire for more, the desire to simply take her clear on his face. But her doesn't, her control over him complete. <br><br>Laran groans in pleasure, lowering himself slightly until both their bodies are against each other, his head on the delicate ridge of her collarbone, his hips continuing their slow, lingering thrusts into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 20:58:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Impressed so far with his control, his eagerness to please her and obey her commands, she urged him a little faster, their groins rubbing and grinding together pleasingly as he slipped in and out. She used her arms to pull him down closer, tightly into her firm body, her mouth finding his ear, her breath tickling over his lobe as she whispered huskily to him. “Faster now…mmm…yes…you are going to make me cum Laran but I do not want you to yet yourself... You will wait until I have finished taking my pleasure and given you permission to do so. You are mine and I will control every aspect of your life from now on, do you understand?” she asked as her climax built, her muscles tensing sporadically as she expertly held off on her own release throughout his thrusting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 19:28:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy speeds up as she commands, pressed against him as he drives in and out of her, his length giving her a pleasant feeling of fullness. He whimpers softly as she tells him not to cum until she has, asserting control over his life, and he nods roughly. He can feel her tighten against him, feel her delaying her own climax as his came rushing toward him, his voice broken, erratic, filled with strain.<br><br>"Please Mistress..." he whispers, pressed against her chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 15:23:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She drove him harder, faster, her breathing heavy and rapid as her climax neared "Please what Laran? Beg me..." she breathed out, wanting to hear him plead for what he wanted, knowing his words, strained, desperate and wanting would push her over the edge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 19:28:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her legs wrapped around him, forcing him harder and faster into her, his own thrusts barely keeping pace with the insistent pressure from her heels on his back. Trembling, he begs her, his voice frantic, pleading.<br><br>"Please Mistress, let me cum. I need..." his pleas break down into a frantic whimper as he tries to hold himself back despite the rough, deep thrusts inside the beautiful woman beneath him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 16:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His pleas and whimpering had the desired effect. Unable to restrain herself any longer she came hard around him, her muscles clenching and tightening, slickening him with her juices, pulsing over his length, milking his member with their tightness. Her rapid breaths became fast panted moans as she urged him tighter into her chest with her arms and kept him moving with her legs.<br><br>Through her shaking and shuddering she moaned a single command as her hand delved into his hair roughly pulling his head back to look at her as he fulfilled it. "Cum."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 20:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her slave's head is jerked up, his eyes wide before their flutter closed, his face going tense for a moment as she feels his hips spasm against her pelvis, the warm pulse of his seed flooding into her. His body relaxes, a bit more of his weight resting against her frame, his head still held up in her grasp as he slowly goes soft within her.<br><br>"Thank you." he says, his voice whisper quiet once more, the collar around his neck pulsing softly with the beat of her heart, rather than his own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 16:42:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched with obvious pleasure as his face tensed and slackened with release, feeling him spray his seed within her welcoming core. Releasing his head she drew him down comfortingly into her warm body to rest, urging him to her side where she cradled his head between her breasts and kissed his hair softly.<br><br>Her hands stroked down the smooth plains of his skin and her voice was a contented, sleepy purr. “We have a busy day tomorrow my pet… get some sleep. There is so much I want to show you… so much I want to teach you...” she murmured almost inaudibly as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 18:37:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Groaning softly, he eases out of the welcoming confines of his Mistress and is drawn alongside her, his head resting between her breasts. He closes his eyes, the day's exhaustion flooding over him, and goes to sleep listening to the sound of her heart beat in her chest, the young slave huddled against her through the night.<br><br>He awakens the next day to a flood of dawn sunlight into the window of her chambers, and the growing sound of activity within the ancient stone halls of the Academy. His eyes open, but he remains motionless, his breathing steady, not wanting to take the sleeping woman beside him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 10:32:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gradually the warm, mellow light of the morning roused her from her sleep. She stretched in the bed, luxuriating in the feel of waking as her body brushed against the company she had there. Her deep blue eyes fluttered open and she smiled at her slave. She wasn’t quite ready to get up yet though, instead she decided, she would prefer to eat breakfast in here rather than in the large communal dining hall.<br>&nbsp;<br>Certainly when they moved quarters it would be assumed that she would do so. She was no longer an apprentice and therefore, would not be expected to dine with the others unless she wished it.<br><br>“Good morning my pet. Did you sleep well?” she asked curiously, her hand coming up to stroke his young, handsome face with surprising tenderness.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 17:53:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles faintly as she strokes his face, stretching slightly in the small bed.<br><br>"Good morning Mistress. I did, thank you."<br><br>Easing out of bed now that she is awake, he brings her a cup of water, setting it by the bedside. He smiles timidly at her, still getting used to his role, the idea that this woman is his life, his world. <br><br>"Would you like me to go fetch breakfast Mistress?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 21:09:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly she sat up in bed, letting the covers fall from her body and pool around her waist, her smile broadening at his offer. Her breasts were pert and exposed, pale mounds with peaked darkened nipples as she took the water and sipped it.<br><br>“Yes. I would like that. Bring me something nice, some pastries I think, grapes and coffee as well as something for yourself…take what you want from the main hall, as my servant you are entitled to it" she explained, watching him intensely the entire time.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 21:17:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles softly, clearly enjoying the view of her wrapped loosely in the covers. He goes to the closet, slipping his tunic on.<br><br>"I will be back soon Mistress."<br><br>He hurries out, and a short time later returns, pushing the heavy door open with his hip, carrying a tray heavily laden with a few pastries - he was unsure of her tastes - coffee, grapes and a few other fruits. It appears he's taken slightly more than she would need, the leftovers presumably be for him.<br><br>"Will this do Mistress?" He smiles softly as he kneels, setting the tray by her bedside. "The cook sends her regards."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 13:16:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once he had left she adjusted the pillows around her sitting up in bed awaiting his return. The room was warm, the sunlight streaming in like a gentle heated caress on her skin so she left the covers down around her waist, unashamed of her body and delighting in seeing Laran enjoying the sight of what she had to offer.<br><br>She perused what he had brought, “Yes…that will do nicely” she agreed, delicately picking a fruit pastry from the tray and beginning to eat as he knelt by the bed.<br><br>“I want you to tell me about your training while I eat slave. You will speak until I have heard enough or have a question. I want to know what you were taught, how it made you feel, what was expected of you…” she touched her gaze upon him again locking her eyes with his as she reached for her coffee seemingly oblivious to the pastry flakes that were beginning to generously cover her breasts. “I want to know everything.” Of course she knew he would not be able to tell her all that had happened during his years of training, she expected this to be a regular occurrence when they dined together in private and was curious to see what part of his training he would talk about first.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:02:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kneels quietly, taking a few bites of food in between talking. Telling her of his training is a long task, and he is unsure of where to begin. Watching her eat for a moment, he eventually settles on essentially an overview of his life to this point, hoping she will point out which salient features she does, or does not, care about.<br><br>"I was born in this city Mistress, I've never seen outside it's walls. My mother was a slave working in an inn and my father..." he shrugs softly. "I was raised by her to help work until I was eight or so. Then I was told to two traders, a husband and wife..." he pauses for a moment, thinking.<br><br>"Master and Mistress Kalden." She's heard the name before - its unusual for them to have trained someone born from outside their own small breeding stock. "They taught me obedience, domestic service, the expectations someone would have for me as a house slave. I served in their house for awhile before your Mentor picked me as your likely companion." He blushes softly. "That was three months ago. I spent the rest of my time apprenticed in a brothel meant to train pleasure slaves."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 18:48:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened with surprise and interest as he briefly relayed his history to her, keeping her eyes on him and her expression blank. She poured a cup of coffee and began to sip at its warmth, relishing the potent, almost bitter taste as it helped to wake her properly. She had met many slaves in her time, of different backgrounds and trainings. Some relished their calling, others despised it and she wondered which he was. <br><br>He had, as far as she had experienced of him, been well trained in all regards. He was well mannered, thoughtful of her needs and attentive and did not appear to give any outward signs of disobedience or dislike for his work. She found it difficult to comprehend, knowing how she would have reacted to such a life of servitude but then as far as she was concerned and had been taught she was far superior to most. His elevation as her slave set him above the rest, slave or no he was now in a very prominent and important position compared to most others.<br><br>“Do you enjoy being in service Laran? I want you to speak honestly, you will not be punished for your answer” she stated clearly. She had always been intrigued by the slaves around her and how close they seemed to become to their masters and mistresses, even those who appeared to hate being here held affection for who they were paired with, it was a curious phenomenon and one she couldn't quite equate to herself, but then they had only been together for one night, they had many years to get to know each other she supposed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 20:30:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The question clearly takes him by surprise. He ducks his head slightly, his voice soft.<br><br>"That is a complicated question Mistress...and a dangerous one for a slave to answer."<br><br>Despite her assurance that he would not be punished for his answer, there is still considerable risk. If he said no, he yearned for freedom, something she would likely never grant him, what would that do to her perception of him. What would she do with information like that.<br><br>Still, she had asked, and kind as she has been to him, her tone never suggested that disobedience was welcome. So he answers, his answer honest.<br><br>"I...yes Mistress, I do. It was never my fate to be something else, but I am happy with my life. If I had ended up in the mines or forges, I might not be so content with my life. But personal service, to someone like you? I...it is a chance to see the life of someone far above my station." His back straightens, and he looks a little prouder. "To touch their life in some small way by easing their burdens."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 21:24:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yes, the choice in him as her slave was a good one. He was sharp and intelligent despite his youth, reflective and honest. She certainly found him attractive and knew that his skin would flare quite nicely under the pleasures she intended to show him while he was in her service. He was also aware of his station and content with it. Yes.&nbsp; He would do nicely for her. As she finished dining she stroked his hair with a reassuring smile straightening her back as she sat a little taller in the bed and bared her breasts.<br>&nbsp;<br>“I would like you to clean me Laran” she purred, indicating the crumbs on her well rounded, pale bosom by thrusting them closer to his face.&nbsp; Her fingers stroked down his cheek and hooked under the cool crystal of his collar, pulling him gently closer to her. The only agreement she expected from him was his compliance. “Then you will help me dress and we shall find Master Dilan. We have much to do today and I am eager to begin.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 21:47:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His answer is apparently pleasing enough to her to let the question pass, satisfaction written on her face. He seems to almost beam up at her as she strokes his hair, smiling at him.<br><br>"Yes Mistress" he responds as she draws him up to her by his collar, his face guided to the welcome swell of her breasts. His warm, soft tongue traces an inefficient path across her pale flesh, picking up crumbs as he went, prolonging the activity while he traces beneath her breasts, across her nipples and through the valley of her cleavage, the touch of his tongue lingering until she is very, very clean.<br><br>Once she is satisfied, and she releases him, he rises and goes to her wardrobe, selecting a dress. "Will this do Mistress?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 11:24:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes grew lidded as she watched him clean her chest with his tongue, enjoying the feel of it gliding over her skin with firm purpose, indeed enjoying <em>him</em> very much. Her hands fingered the smooth surface of his collar and all the while her own necklace seemed to pulse as she touched him.<br><br>As he proceeded to her wardrobe she shook off the bedclothes and stood, her pale skin radiating in the sunlight and stepped towards him. “No” she stated gently as she surveyed the dress he offered. “Today I want the green one with the golden trim. It is the best I have until my new robes arrive and best fitting, I think, for my first day as a fully fledged sorceress.” <br><br>Decided she turned her back to him and waited, ready to move to aid him as he set about his task of dressing her. The gown itself fastened, as all of her existing ones did, with clasps up the back. It was simple and yet beautiful, tailored out of a heavy velvet to fit her body like a glove, the gold knot-work embroidered trim focused around her bust line, enhancing the view of her assets.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 23:59:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods, swiftly returning to her closet to fetch her green dress, the fabric one of the softest he's ever felt - admittedly a small sample, but still. The casual power of his owner continues to awe him more than a little. <br><br>Slipping the dress over her head, he gently, carefully tugs it until it sits properly, darting around the young woman rather than making her move. Despite their activity moments ago, his touch as he seats it to her breasts, and ensures it curves enticingly over her hips, is remarkably chaste. Finally, he fastens it up the back, the tension in the dress pressing her breasts up and together slightly. He smiles as the last hook is done.<br><br>"You look beautiful Mistress."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 19:31:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled broadly at his compliment before leaning in to reward him with a chaste kiss. “Master Dilan should have finished his breakfast by now. He has the key to our new quarters and he mentioned something yesterday about a research job I may be interested in…though he was quite tight lipped about it all” she mused out loud as she moved across the room “needless to say it piqued my curiosity and I do hate to be idle.” <br><br>Taking up the ornate silver handled brush from her dressing table she combed through her hair, leaving it free to drape down her back in long dark rivulets, unwilling to allow him to do it for her just yet…perhaps in time, she thought, she was rather particular about others fiddling with her hair.<br><br>“Are you ready?” she queried, unwilling to give him more time than that to get himself prepared for the day, in fact normally she wouldn't have bothered to ask but today she happened to be in a particularly fine mood which was a good thing for her slave. She stood by the door waiting, not impatiently, indeed she was relishing the view of him along with...other thoughts, and yet the subconscious tap of her foot on the floor showed she was eager to set out.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 22:10:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles softly at the kiss, waiting quietly while she mused about job prospects and tended to her hair. His own preparations were simple. He owned a single garment - technically, she owned it - and it was easy enough to wash his face in the small, cool basin of water in her room, sufficient to erase the evidence of the time he had spent between her thighs the night before.<br><br>He senses her impatience, despite her pleasant mood, and nods. "Yes Mistress. Please, lead on." As they depart, he trails quietly behind her, at a close but respectful distance. For the most part, he expects to spend his day as her shadow, present but his participation and input unnecessary - or unwelcome. Still, he is curious to see what this woman's days are like.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 15:09:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Venturing through the halls of the academy was, to anyone not used to the building, like finding your way through a maze. Every turn and door looked the same, though the aromas and slight changes in the décor distinguished different areas. As they came to the sorcerers lodgings the view became more opulent than the sparseness of the apprentice holdings. <br><br>Master Dilan’s room was at the very end of the finest corridor. His house signet was etched into the heavy wooden door with magic and as they drew close Silja sensed the raw power emanating from his room, essentially acting as a magical lock. As she walked into the barrier it dissipated instantly, the door opening at his silent command from inside. They stepped inside to be instantly greeted by the man himself.<br><br>“Ah, Silja, there you are. I had hoped you would be along soon, we have things to discuss.” He gestured to a large seating area on the far side of the room before looking to Laran. “Your slave may, with your permission of course, remain over there with mine.” Silja looked at Laran and nodded her agreement for him to do so, glancing at the young lithe female slave before accompanying Master Dilan over to the couches. <br><br>“Help yourself to the food my dear, but then, knowing you you have probably already eaten haven’t you?” he grinned “you are so much like me Silja.” He glanced over towards Laran again with a hint of regret in his face “so much like me…” It was almost as if he had something further to say, though finally she could see that he thought better of whatever it was. The strange expression left his face and he smiled turning back to her. “Now where was I….ah yes, your room…” he began.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 00:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Were it not for the guidance of his Mistress, the slave trailing her slightly would undoubtedly have gotten lost in the twisting corridors, dead ends, and private laboratories. Yet with an inexplicable sense of guidance, he was led to her Master's chambers, following her inside. He bowed his head as they cross the threshold, unsure how to treat this man except with the utmost deference. <br><br>The lithe young woman, who was garbed in silk garments all suggestion and innuendo and hints of pleasure beneath, shifted slightly to allow her slave a spot on the large cushion she had been kneeling on. There is no society among companions, no fellowship save for their common state of bondage to their more powerful sorcerers. Still, she extended a slight, reassuring hand as he takes his place, the two slaves who have given their lives fading into the background like furniture as their owners talk of the future.<br><br>Master Dilan's distraction passed, he continued, pleased to be talking of more pleasant thoughts. "There is a suite open in the East Wing. Lady Warwick married herself a Lord, and is taking up his estates. The rent is a bit steep, if you ask me, but after your display yesterday, I have little doubt you'll find a position with a stipend to match."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 11:57:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled out the key to the suite from the folds of his immense robes passing it to her without requiring a confirmation of her agreement. He knew she would accept the offer.<br><br>“Thank you master” she murmured with a smile.<br><br>“No, no Silja. That will not do at all. I am no longer your master, you are my equal now, call me by my first name, Mathius.” He grinned and winked at her then much to her surprise, her hands grasping around the metal key, that was more symbolic than practical since a mage used magic to protect his or her privacy, and slipping the key into a hidden pocket in the full skirts of her own robe.<br><br>“The room has been prepared for you, you can’t miss it…Indeed I believe you know which room Lady Warrick occupied don’t you?”<br><br>“I do Mas—Mathius. She took care of some of my private training and allowed me to experiment with her slave in her quarters.”<br><br>“Ah yes. The woman has always been quite generous and eager to see what the apprentices are made of. I dare say you impressed her greatly”<br><br>“I like to think so” she replied with a sly smile that Mathius responded to accordingly with one of his own.<br><br>“There was one other thing I wanted to discuss with you Silja.” He raised his hand in a silent signal to his slave who obediently rose and brought a stack of sealed letters forward. He took them without a word of thanks and Silja could not help but watch as the woman returned to her place beside Laran. Her eyes lingered briefly on the two slaves side by side before returning to Master Dilan as he continued to speak.<br><br>“There are, I believe, two job proposals and a personal letter” her eyebrows raised at the admission of the second. A personal letter from who? She had not received personal mail in all the years of her being here and it proved to be quit the mystery for her mind to ponder until she had the opportunity to read it for herself. “The last one” he gestured to the letter on top “is a job I want you to consider.”<br><br>Silja frowned as she picked it up. The wax seal had been broken, the letter opened, but most confusingly it wasn’t addressed to her at all. “This letter is addressed to you” she stated, feeling foolish for pointing out what he obviously already knew but unable to stop herself.<br><br>“It is…” there was that strange look in his eye again, only for a split second but she saw it all the same. “I am not going to be able to take the job and yet it needs to be done by someone. You Silja, are the one I want to give first refusal to. You are more than capable and most importantly I trust you unlike many of those of our order. You don’t see this as an apprentice but dynamics are changing, some of us are getting more power hungry. I daren’t give such an important task to one of them.” He sighed heavily, his dark eyes displaying an intensity that his face and body did a good job of hiding.<br><br>Silja nodded “I understand. I will take a look at it and let you know by the end of the day.”<br><br>“Good good” he murmured with relief as they stood and he guided her towards the door. Her mind was opening to the realisation that there were great changes occurring in the hierarchy of mages, that probably had been occurring for a fair while without concerning her greatly. Now, however, she had been thrust into the centre of&nbsp; the storm and had to find her footing. It made her uneasy and questioning of their motives, indeed of Master Dilan's motives too. Did he trust her or was this a test of some kind? Perhaps he just thought, as his star pupil, she would be easy to keep close and obedient even if they were, as he had stated, equal. <br><br>As she left the room with Laran she slowed her pace, coming up beside him. Her power flared, warming the necklace that sat so delicately around her neck, and creating a bubble around them to block the sound of their voices travelling to any who may hear “So Laran. What did you make of that?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 20:20:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first sound the boy makes as she puts the auditory shield up is a small grunt of discomfort. Compared to her demonstration last night, it is a very minor bit of magic, and the cost to him is no more than a faint sense of pressure. He blushes softly at the fact that she is asking his opinion - it was flattering. She also seems to want to hear it truthfully, so he is a touch more forward than he would otherwise be.<br><br>"I think Mistress would be well served looking up his first companion. It seems to be important to his early life, and it remains so - I could feel his companion stiffen when he talked about the past. I...I think she knows she's regarded as a pale replacement."<br><br>Beyond that, he thinks for a moment, of the apartment, the job offers. "And I would be careful Mistress. Generous apartments vacated by someone who thought highly of you," he wonders for a moment what she meant by 'experiment on her slave', "with job offers waiting for you to support such a lifestyle. You seem to be being put on a lofty course - but that is dangerous as well as lucrative."<br><br>He smiles slightly, trying to soften his concerns. "You should be proud though...your slave is. Master Dilan clearly thinks you can bear the burden."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 12:37:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a reason she had asked for Laran’s input and she was more than happy with his responses. She had learnt, through her years studying and working with established slaves, that they were good at picking up on things that others may miss, thanks to their almost ignored public status. Such information was imperative to making well thought out decisions and judgements. <br><br>“Hmmm…” she pondered his words “I think you are right Laran. There is much to be cautious about and far more to discover. We will secure my room and read through the job offers, particularly the one meant for Master Dilan. I would wager that the reason he would not take the job is because of his previous slave. He has never turned down an important job before, but then even I have heard the rumours around the academy that he is not the man he once was…”<br><br>Silja slipped into a thoughtful silence as they reached the door to her room. Placing her hand on the wood of the door her palm flared with light for a few seconds, her magic etching her sigil into the door, marking it as her own. With a flick of her wrist the door opened and they stepped inside, the heavy wood clicking shut behind them. Turning her back on the opulence of the room she raised her hands over her head and began chanting, a bubble of light emanating from her body and gradually growing to encase the whole room and door, extending slightly into the corridor and setting up her own magical security system.<br><br>This barrier, once set and complete, would be in constant action unless something happened to her. It was one of the few magical acts she would perform that would provide a constant strain on her power, though minimal, it was necessary and doing so would mean she would always be able to tell who was in and approaching her quarters.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 09:32:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laran said no more, apparently content with his assessment, and his owner's response to it. It would remain to be seen, as their bond solidified, if he would have the courage to argue a point with her in private. For now, she had asked his opinion, and it had been given.<br><br>Looking around the much larger set of chambers, his eyes go wide for a moment, his gaze unfocused as she put up her barrier. A subtle drain on her energy though it might be, it would also be a nearly constant use of their bond as the slave anchored her power. But once the initial casting had passed, it faded into the background, nothing more than a vague ache, or the sensation of a thought resting at the tip of your tongue, but never being given voice. He smiles shyly, the room spectacular, worthy of her. And the place he would spend much of his life.<br><br>"It is a beautiful room Mistress. Should I leave you in private and carry your belongings up?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 13:16:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yes Laran, please do.” She stated nonchalantly as she perched on the edge of the large four poster bed next to a well wrapped box that had been placed in the centre of the expanse of sheets. She gave him no further instructions or interest as her hands slipped into her robes and she pulled out the letters she had been given. Those sealed and addressed to her she tossed idly on the bed, Master Dilan’s specific request having gained enough of her curiosity to come first.<br><br>She read the parchment several times with a frown. It was for an experimental job in a series of caves far south of the city where a strange new mineral had been discovered, one which, according to the letter, could be revolutionary in the use of magic. From the way it was written she could tell Master Dilan knew more of this than he had stated and it was obvious that he had investigated such an occurrence before. She didn’t need to think about the request, she would do it. She was too bold and impulsive not to, though first she would need to do some research on the caves and Matthius’ previous dealings in this area. Perhaps, she mused, this was something she would have Laran do while she was seeing to her other duties.<br><br>With much to think about on the topic she folded the letter and placed it on the bed, one by one opening the seals to her other offers and reading them thoroughly.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 20:44:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slave departs without another word, closing the door quietly behind him. The other offers are simple, straight forward, and don't seem to have the strange, underlying threat of politics beneath them. They're lucrative, but wholly appropriate for a newly graduated mage of considerable skill and power.<br><br>The first is an offer from the commander of the Third Border Legion. Extra support from the treasury meant position for an additional mage among the General's advisers. Not an entirely safe posting, although a massive attack on the border hadn't occurred in over a decade. And if she was interested in a teaching posting within the academy, the favor of powerful military men could do her a great deal of good. It would be hard on her companion however - battle magic was swift, brutal and powerful. Her combat magic instructor had had his companion fitted with a gag during classes - both to save the students from being distracted by her screams, and so the poor girl didn't break her other teeth, or bite her tongue.<br><br>The second is not from the government. It was from a powerful trading conglomerate, looking to expand its business with the academy, and hoping to hire a few consultants from among its ranks. It would pay well, and Laren would probably appreciate the pampered life of a companion who rarely had to bear the cost of his Mistress casting spells, but despite how much she would be paid, she suspected it would be hard to move to a different job.<br><br>Laren reappears a short while later, struggling silently under the weight of the load he is carrying, having transported the majority of her possessions in a single load. Setting her trunk down, he smiles shyly, bowing his head. "I should be done soon Mistress." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 13:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two offers were both good and very different. Silja was not one to sit around idly with little to do. She enjoyed the high end, pampered lifestyle she could and did have, but also craved something more for both her and her powers. She enjoyed inflicting her power and control over others in all aspects of life, something that Laran would realise the more and more they spent time together. She was, by all accounts, the epitome of what the academy taught their students to be...self centred and concerned with fulfilling her needs above those of anyone else.<br><br>Glancing at Laran she felt a momentary twinge of guilt at the realisation that she would take the military job to hone her battle skills, in conjunction with the research job she would be taking she thought they would compliment each other nicely and expected that, if this mineral lived up to expectations it could well turn the tide in the practice of military magic, since that had been Master Dilan's specialisation. Of course, it would take experiments to see how it would effect the slaves, but this was their life, their expectation...to serve in the way they were told and bear the price of their master's skills.<br><br>Shaking her head gently she watched as he brought back the last of her items, her mind made up and unrepentant for what it may do to her slave. With the decision made she turned her attention to the box on the bed, placing it on her lap and releasing the ties around it with a little magic. Taking out each of the items with a broadening smile she placed them one by one on the bed; an engraved paddle, a gag, silken bonds and coloured cords and a thick blindfold. "Do you know what these are Laran?" she asked with a curious smile. Master Dilan had known of her kinks, of the games she liked to play with people...with slaves... but she wondered if her slave had any knowledge of what it could entail for him. The first slave she had experimented on had been bewildered as she discovered what she wanted and needed from them...would he be the same?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 08:34:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would bear the cost of her decisions. Of course, he didn't know yet what those were - either her decisions, nor the price he would pay for her career. But until she had exhausted him, he would shoulder them as best he could. That was his place, and he could ask for no more.<br><br>Setting down the last of her possession in the room, his attention is brought forward as she opens one with the faintest hint of magic - light enough that not even he truly feels it. He looks at the box curiously as she lovingly lays out its contents on the bed, his gaze flickering over them. Most slaves...were not subjected to these kinds of things. It was a rare slave, of course, who did not find their way to their Master's bed, but it was a mundane sort of service, a tryst between two lovers - regardless of the fact that one of them could not say no. Laran...was not like most of them. He nodded softly, looking at the devices.<br><br>"Y...yes Mistress. Master Dilan said, when he selected me, it was not just the burden of your magic that would be mine, and that I should be prepared for what lay ahead." He lowers his gaze slightly, worried she will regard him as used, less pure...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 17:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and watched him with interest as he answered, she should have known Master Dilan would have arranged for such a slave, it pleased her greatly. Of course it didn’t really matter, she would use him as she saw fit but she wanted him to gain pleasure from it, for no other reason than his pleasure meant her pleasure. <br><br>She doubted he had been trained in the art but intended to find out now, along with whether or not he already felt the pleasure to be had in pain. If he did not it wouldn’t matter, she would make him feel it, if he did then even better, she would not have to take the time to educate him. A jolt of excitement hummed through her body as a slender hand grasped the handle of the wooden paddle, she picked it up and slapped it rapidly once on her empty palm delighting in the sound. Her eyes didn’t leave him for one second, watching his reactions the whole time.<br><br>“Remove your clothing, stand straight and clasp your hands behind your neck so I can have a proper look at you.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 21:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood quietly, unsure of what to make of the expressions of joy, excitement and anticipation that seemed to cross his owner's face t the revelation. Still, it was his place to serve, and this too he would bear willingly, obediently, if it brought her pleasure. And it was not entirely unpleasant, as he had learned when Master Dilan sent him to be trained, if she wished it to be.<br><br>Regardless, if she wished to hear him scream, whether or not he submitted to this has little to do with her means of eliciting such pain from him. He flinches once at the paddle, before lowering his eyes.&nbsp; Stripping swiftly, his plain garments coming off far more easily than one of her fine dresses, he stands with his legs slightly parted, chin straight but eyes lowered, arms clasped behind his head, trying to feel handsome and worthy of her attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 12:54:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silja took a moment to admire her slave before she made her way to stand to Laran’s left side with the paddle in her right hand. She drew in close, gently placing the flat of the wooden instrument against his bum. Her left hand stroked over the flat of his stomach coming to settle on his abdomen, just above his flagging member as the paddle stroked over his cheeks.<br><br>Without warning she pulled it back and struck him across the bottom of his cheeks in an upward motion, her other hand holding him steady as the sound filled the room. 1…2…3 strikes and the paddle rested, the cool wood caressing over the reddening area as her other hand began to slowly stroke his cock and her shallow breaths cascaded over his shoulder.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 09:00:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laran watches Silja timidly as she approaches, circling slowly. He shivers as the wooden instrument strokes across the smooth, firm flesh of his rear, his stomach held gently, but authoritatively. He closed his eyes, and without needing a warning, braced himself mentally.<br><br>He let out a cry as the paddle struck his rear, jumping slightly, though her hand holds him in place. At the end of three strokes, a tear trickles down his cheek, less from pain than from simply being a touch overwhelmed. He pants softly as her hands and breath draw over him, bowing his head, his chest rising and falling softly, trembling in her gentle grip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhedyn</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 15:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His tears made her happy, she leaned over closer to his face, licking them up with a long stroke of her tongue as her hand continued to work him into hardness. “Head up” she corrected him, the paddle taking another swift stroke on his backside, both an encouragement and warning. Her palm was warm as it rubbed along his length, teasing and taunting with her nails and grip. She wanted him ready and wanting, desperately so…then she would decide what, if anything, she would do to him.<br><br>“Do you know” <em>spank</em> “why I’m doing this to you slave?” <em>spank</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Price Of Power (Rhedyn and Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 11:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered softly as her tongue traced its path across his cheek, even as her hand gripped him. He yelped softly at the battle stroke, raising his chin to look straight forward, struggling to maintain his stoic composure.<br><br>Trembling, the young slave shook his head, wincing at each stroke. "N...No Mistress, I have tried to serve well..."
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