"With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires & Insanityenviesme)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: DiverseDesires on 04-02-2011, 19:11:57</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>"With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 19:11:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"With More Than Smile"</strong></span></div><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i830.photobucket.com/albums/zz222/DiverseDesires/Bryony.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Naomi Farrell,<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Height&nbsp; 5'6"; 34E-28-34; supple, fit and used to hard work.&nbsp; Brown hair with glints of chestnut and mahogany, Green eyes with a brown outer ring, which can go greener in certain lights, darker brown in others.&nbsp; When the story begins she has just shaved off all her pubic hair for the first time, after talking to a sub about it on FL.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Shy, but not painfully so, old-fashioned in her outlook with strong work ethics, extremely truthful, faithful and loyal, still a little at sea with the attitudes of the big city.<br><strong>Personality Traits:</strong> Caring and very supportive, never has to be told more than once, a quick learner with a drive to always do better, hungry for praise and and to be cherished and cared for..<br><strong>Strengths:</strong> Completely trustworthy, finds it easy to forgive and move on, wonderful with children and a delightfully quirky children's writer.&nbsp; A quiet inner strength, which means she very seldom gives up on anything.<br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> Being told off or found wanting distresses her too easily, her need for praise and her quest for love, naive, she's also far too trusting.&nbsp; White chocolate, gifts and surprises.<br><strong>Likes:</strong> Live music, dancing, pretty clothes (something she'd love to have more of), white chocolate, her own home-cooked muffins and biscuits, praise, feeling valued, her little flat, which means the world to her.<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Shouting, aggression, even raised voices. Not knowing what she should do or how she should behave, being shut into small spaces terrifies her, being made fun of, driving (she tried it once and hated it) and synthetic flavors.<br><br><strong>History</strong><br><br>Naomi was mainly brought up by her uncle and aunt.&nbsp; He mother left when she was six, dumping her, quite literally on her aunt's doorstep and has never been heard of since.&nbsp; Her Father was a merchant seaman and she absolutely adored him - he died four year ago in a helicopter crash at sea and the body was never found which is still a very difficult thing for her to deal with.&nbsp; Her Aunt's household was old-fashioned, her aunt being the homemaker, farmer's wife and very much the little woman at home.&nbsp; Her uncle was strict, but on the whole fair, but a hard man who very seldom showed any emotion or even spoke that much.&nbsp; Growing up Naomi was easy to discipline as she wanted to please and was only ever spanked by her uncle a few times.<br><br>At school she was liked but not one of the popular crowd, but because she was very sweet, very good at gymnastics and dance she was happy, accepted, and her writing talent was fostered by one of the teachers. A bright girl, she passed her GED at 17 but her Uncle refused to let her stay on in education, insisting her place was at home now helping her Aunt in the house and him on the farm.&nbsp; <br>It took Naomi six months for the realisation to sink fully in -&nbsp; that she needed more thatn farm life, and through a combination of support from her old teacher, her Aunt and friends she decided she must make her own way in life and find a way to write and more importantly to learn too.&nbsp; She found out that there were night school classes in creative writing and other subjects&nbsp; in the city and through a friend of her Aunt's got the job she is in now and a very small flat nearby.&nbsp; She spends most her spare money on her classes, or trying to save, and hopes one day, if she works hard enough she'll be able to become a children's author. She is still in touch with her Aunt, talking on the phone to her every couple of days, but her Uncle is still not speaking to her, and is angry that she has left, and she still feels bad about leaving, even though she knows it is the right thing for her.<br><br>She is happy at the Bistro and gets amazing tips compared to other girls because she really does her job well, cares for her regulars and serves them with far more than a smile, cossets them and brightens their day.&nbsp; <br><br>She has a huge crush on one of her customers, he always sits at her station every day for lunch, and she found it hard at first to even meet his eyes or talk politely to him as he flustered her, made her blush ridiculously easily and her tummy flutter and twist inside.&nbsp; He seemed to be so strong, so authoritative even his voice made her heart beat faster and within a few days all her master fantasies were also about him.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd realised for some time she was a natural submissive and yearned to have a proper D/S relationship and discover fully that part of herself.&nbsp; She'd only every had one boyfriend, and he'd been quite dominant and a little rough and it had fired her up so much she had read more about it until she joined FetLife and there she felt she'd finally found a place she fitted into.&nbsp; When he'd found out he was furious and dumped her, calling her terrible names and at that point she nearly gave up as he made her feel like a freak. But gradually she realised it really was part of who she was and she'd never be happy if she didn't find a way of living it in some way. <br><br>It was also, in part the reason why she moved so far away from her home, and to the city, she hoped to find the courage to actually meet people and ideally find a mentor, a teacher or even.... a real partner...that was a dream she clung onto.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 19:33:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Fet Life Profile</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>ShyCountryGirl</strong></span> <strong>18F sub</strong> <br><strong>Brendale USA</strong><br><br><strong>Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Straight<br><strong>How Active:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Curious and Want to Try<br><strong>Is Looking For:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; A Lifetime Relationship<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A Relationship<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A Mentor/Teacher<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Friendship<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A Master<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Events<br><br><strong>About Me:</strong><br>I know I'm a submissive, but I'm not sure how much or how far. I hope to learn more about myself, and go forward on the journey I need to take, that will ultimately bring me happiness.&nbsp; I haven't tried most things, so I'm not going to pretend I even know what my Fetishes are.&nbsp; &nbsp;What I do know is that I have loved making friends on Fetlife and all the help and encouragement I have got from other subs has literally been a lifesaver.&nbsp; So thank you.<br><br>As I have now moved to the city I hope to be able to go to munchies soon, when I pluck up the courage that is.&nbsp; My understanding of myself and what I need is growing everyday and so far I have realised that the Dom I am looking for needs to be loving, passionate, strong and able to love me and accept me for who I am.&nbsp; I want to be cherished, controlled, and taught (very much taught) the joys of serving a master completely and faithfully.&nbsp; Receiving in return the ultimate connection and happiness from being looked after and cared for by my Dom.&nbsp; I love the idea of being spanked and tied etc, but I have little to no experience of this so I don't know how far I can go but I'm very willing to try.&nbsp; <br><br>I am still rather shy, and I'm definitely not here to play around or pretend to be anything I'm not.&nbsp; So please only message me if you understand that I would want to get to know you, and be your friend before anything else - and if we found we were compatible - a monogamous committed relationship
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 13:58:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://img.listal.com/image/873018/600full-ryan-reynolds.jpg)<br></div><strong>Character name</strong>: Alexander Markov<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 32<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> . An aficionado of health and fitness, Alexander has maintained a handsome body, replete with strong, broad shoulders, a trim and toned tummy and legs strong enough to run ten marathons. All of six feet tall, with penetrating grey eyes than become darkly enchanting or subtly enticing, at the merest of whims. Wavy brown hair, stylishly groomed. A picture perfect businessman. Secretly though, A devilishly perfect ladies man.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Clever, Cunning and Confident. A Suave businessman with an eye for beauty and a talent for seduction. Helped though most definitely by his striking good looks, it is his ability to entrap women into an enchantment with a seductive medley of&nbsp; words and alarmingly genuine smiles. A sweet talker with an ability to make women trust him. But despite all his talents at womanizing, Alex only pursues those he truly cares to seduce. He is very particular of those women he selects to be his. And those who are entrusted with his collar are most luxuriously taken care of. He is particularly attracted to seducing beautiful young women taking their first strides into the dark world of Bondage and pleasure. The idea of&nbsp; mentoring a young mind and ravaging her young body is an inexpressibly powerful aphrodisiac.<br><br>Under the facade of a respectable businessman lurks a dark, devilish personality who enjoys playing with pleasure. Alex is an avid patron of&nbsp; Satin ropes, Blindfolds and Orgasm denial. He is addicted to exploring the lengths to which his submissives are willing to please him, often ordering them to pleasure not just himself but whoever he chooses as well. Though should they complete their tasks, they are richly rewards. Failure to complete results in delicious punishments. Alexander Markov is pure, unadulterated 'Master material'.<br><br><strong>Strengths:</strong> A talented tongue, seductive eyes and enchanting smile. A shrewd mind and a powerful body letting him be anything between a caring and passionate lover or a depraved and demanding Master. Beautiful Improviser. Bears a never say die spirit and a will that bows down to nothing.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> Easily angered by those he loves. Presumptuousness, Overconfidence, Corsets, Camisoles and Babydolls. <br><strong>Likes:</strong> Clubs, Bars and Pubs, Women, especially beautiful young things. Dull lighting and soft music, especially the Violin. Dark chocolate and red wine.<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Women lusting for pain, Men lusting to give pain, Chocolate that is not dark enough. Lighting that is not dull enough. Condescension, Hurtful Rudeness. A careless Master and a snivelling sub.<br><br><strong>History</strong><br><br>Alex's lineage can be traced back to Russia where his family was involved in almost everything from the Underworld Mafia to the KGB. His Family taught him the value of discipline and honor. America taught him the virtues of a smart mind and a charming personality. Alex Markov has modeled himself to steal the best aspects of both worlds to serve his purpose. For that is what he has taught himself: Versatility and Seduction is the key to survival. <br><br>He is one of those inexplicable millionaires who pull money from their teeth and yet no one knows what he does. Little is known of his history and he is very staunch not to divulge anything. His charm lies in his mystery and he believes that will be compromised should one gain control over his trust instead of the other way around. In truth, all of his success is either derived or completely owed to his familial connection all around the world. His frustrations in completing something of not through his own efforts led him down the path of becoming a Master. <br><br>Seducing a young, confused mind and completing an incontrovertibly impossible deal so well that his company actually gets a profit are the only times he feels exhilaratingly alive.<br><br>As one can guess from the above statement, Alex Markov equates business and pleasure, using the same principles to succeed in both. He reposes faith in new, innovative vistas just as he seeks the company younger, inexperienced women. He employs his silver tongue and extensive presumption on both battlegrounds. A fan of high risk, high reward, Alex is extremely attracted to placing everything on the line. His business tactics are atrociously aggressive and his methods of seduction bridge the subtle and the aggressive. <br><br>Surprisingly he's been with only five women as he prefers to exploit his tactics to train the women he seduces more than engage in a depraved 10 way. He derives his pleasure from completing his seduction, by exposing her inner submissive, her latent desires to herself and persuading her to bask in them. <br><br>The City is nothing more than his playground. Alex is a simple soul and prefers to residing in his Manor house far away from the never sleeping hustle and bustle of the city in the company of his beloved pets, teaching them new pleasures, reliving old ones and most importantly lifting them from their previous state of fearful confusion to confident embracement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 15:22:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naomi tugged on her denim shorts, still feeling a little uncomfortable with just how short they were.&nbsp; She loved music and dancing - and getting to know all the girls and going out with them regularly had been great, but it had also taken quite a lot of getting used to.&nbsp; She'd had to find a way of conforming without being too uncomfortable at showing too much flesh. In the end, she'd found her own style, they'd often called her 'Country-girl', strangely very similar to her FL name, and she'd decided to live up to it, wearing denim shorts, cowboy boots, t-shirts and a cowboy hat when she went with them.&nbsp; The girls had insisted on making the shorts so short they barely covered her ass, but at least she wasn't wearing the strappy flimsy club wear her friends did.<br><br>She spritzed some light citrus perfume over her hair and into her cleavage and then slipped on her denim jacket, picking up her small leather handbag.&nbsp; Two minutes, she thought, looking up at the clock, time to walk down the three flights of stairs and be ready for the minibus.&nbsp; She hoped the&nbsp; music at this new club they were taking her to for her birthday was going to be good.&nbsp; She missed the live bands of her home town and they way everyone danced no matter what their age.<br><br>As she stepped out of the front door she was greeted by a cacophony of catcalls and whistles, as for once they were already there waiting for her, more than that, they weren't just there, they were hanging out of the largest limo she'd ever seen in her life!<br><br>"Surprise...." they were calling, "Happy Birthday....."&nbsp; &nbsp;and "Hey Sexy!", that had to be Lauren... she smiled. Inside the surprises weren't over, little presents and big ones, Lisa's being a sweet white cami top, cotton and broiderie Anglaise, so soft she pressed it to her lips, gushing with thanks.<br><br>"Don't thank me.... put it on"" she laughed and of course Naomi did, how could she not?<br><br>It fitted perfectly, making her breasts seem huge, she thought, even more so when they didn't let her tuck it in but tied it in a knot under them, showing her bare belly.&nbsp; She couldn't resist the teasing, mass of them carrying her along with their laughter.&nbsp; Of course she also welled up with tears and they teased her even more, toasting her in champagne and making her have a glass too.<br><br>When they pulled up outside 'The Palace' she was amazed, it really did look like a palace - it was HUGE!&nbsp; She could see the signs, Restaurants, Dancing, Casino, SRIPPING&nbsp; lounge? LAP dancing?&nbsp; and triple X Movies?&nbsp; Oh LORD.&nbsp; She turned to the others, blushing, starting to say that she didn't think they should go here, but they dragged her along telling her not to be a prude, that the music was worth coming here for and they could stay in the disco or the live lounge and she'd not even have to see anything else.<br><br>The girls were true to their word and as she realised it was just an ordinary Disco she started to relax, getting up to dance six straight dances before joining them again at their table and having a long alcohol-free cocktail, which was absolutely delicious. Then they towed her to the live lounge, but the singer was very romantic and soft, not really dancing material and they all agreed they preferred the disco.<br><br>She wasn't quite sure how it happened, but one minute they were leaving the live music and the next she was sitting, not in the disco but in the stripping lounge.&nbsp; Squished inbetween the girls her cheeks grew redder and redder, but she couldn't help but stare...... fascinated by the routines and the bodies too....&nbsp; she wondered if she'd ever look that sexy, she couldn't imagine having the courage to stand up in front of people and taking her clothes off. <br><br>She took their teasing and when they realised that in fact she admired the strippers rather than thought badly of them they then dragged her to the lap dancing bar, which also had real loud dancing music, and a dance floor to one side.&nbsp; It was darker in here, but she could see some naked girls dancing on the small stage.&nbsp; It wasn't until she'd sipped a good few swallows of the drink they got her, and her eyes adjusted, that she realised that in the rounded seating areas lap dances were being given to various Men! She sucked hard on the straw, almost choking as she gulped hard.&nbsp; Lauren patted her on the back, and she realised they were all looking at her again.&nbsp; She wished they'd stop, she knew that she couldn't just leave them, and they weren't in the mood to go back to the disco yet, playfully flirting and making a bit of a ruckus.&nbsp; To distract them, and herself she persuaded a few of them dance, but even there , as the girls mimicked the sex routines and got even louder she felt embarrassed and uncomfortable.&nbsp; <br><br>She also realised that whatever she'd been drinking had definitely been alcoholic and started to feel a little cross and let down, this was her birthday after all, and she'd been really looking forward to some dancing.....&nbsp; She decided, she should make the best of it, just dance, enjoy the music and ignore everything else.&nbsp; She'd got good at not making eye contact with Men in Discos so as not to get propositioned,&nbsp; but here in the lap dancing bar it seemed harder somehow. She wanted to go back to the Disco, but a couple of the girls had disappeared to where she didn't know, one was sitting on the lap of a complete stranger and she realised that the two friends she had been dancing with were also now paired up with guys.&nbsp; <br><br>A small group of young men were now walking up to their table, to the others, and she just knew that by the time she got over they'd be completely ensconced and outrageous flirting would be the order of the day.&nbsp; She walked over to the bar, and bought herself a coke, sitting on one of the stools, stirring it thoughtfully with her straw, watching the ice go round and round. She knew she couldn't just&nbsp; leave her friends, but it was tempting.&nbsp; If they hadn't been work colleagues she'd probably have pleaded a headache.&nbsp; She turned and looked out across the room, leaning back slightly against the bar, she'd better make a move, she thought, or they see her all on their own and try and get her fixed up with a guy.. she shuddered, it wasn't that she didn't want a guy, she did, but all the young men who'd pawed at her on the dance floor weren't anywhere near her idea of a compatible date.&nbsp; She fanned her cheeks with her hat, sucking on one of the ice cubes, her toe tapping to the beat.&nbsp; She smiled, she could never stay down for long when there was music calling her to dance, she'd dance the night away she thought, that was birthday present enough.....<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 16:34:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Little had taken over his mind as she had. Even less had excited him as much as the thought of seducing her. And yet they haven't so much as shared a conversation, not even a polite wish of welcome!<br><br>&nbsp;She was the living definition of Serendipity. A particularly exciting business consultation later, Alexander Markov and his band of ruthlessly merry mercenaries of the corporate underworld were expecting to raid the new Starbucks across the street. Unfortunately the place was still under wraps and was not fit for civilian socialization yet. Still drunk on sealing the multimillion dollar deal and if all went well, securing the patronage of one of the world's richest men, the need for celebration had eclipsed their choice of location. <br><br>The jackals had filed into a pleasant little Bistro and the rest that unfurled were stolen from the best dream any man ever had. She was so real that she was almost dumbfounding. After ages of flirting with women who traded natural beauty for artificial oomph, his eyes were desperately sore and she was the perfect unguent and in but a moment his will was made. <br><br>Her body was blessed by the gods themselves. Eyes as flourishingly green as the darkest of forests, a river of beautiful brown hair cascaded . Her smile was sweeter than ambrosia itself and her voice stole that title away from her smile minutes later. He was all but falling in love, even his alter was unable to find fault with her. Her breasts were as shaped to be the envy of all women. Her petite body was decorated to soothe the desire of all men. The curve of her hips was an encomium of perfection. The swell of her derriere would not have been misplaced had it been found on a Goddess.<br><br>Ever since that fateful afternoon, Alex had visited the tiny bistro. His eyes had greedily gouged on the woman who was already a part of his nightly delights. Their voices never went past the customary relationship between customer and waitress, but their eyes sang a most expressive tune. He could see her beautiful green sparkling every time she dared to look. He did indeed notice the gentle blush that decorated her soft cheeks as she realized he had been gazing at her. <br><br>She dripped with desire for him and yet she had not made even the smallest of moves. Not the teasingly enchanting smile, not the deliciously double ended sentences, not even a small puckering of her lips. And that was when Alex realized that the girl was a virgin. In less than an instant his recreation became an obsession. <br><br>He became her shadow and she his quarry. His art was in full display as he surrendered himself to his alter. Soon Naomi Farrell could not even lift a finger without his knowledge of the event. It was no surprise that Alex was sitting in one of the cubicles that had startled her as the gravity of the place she had come to spend her birthday settled upon her. With but a glance he made the girl gyrating on his lap lift from him, settle on the opposite end and spread her legs, her eyes trained to his. Upon his smile her fingers delved into her sex and he heard her passionate moans as his legs rendered the distance between him and his quarry null and void. <br><br>He leaned into her. The scent of her hair overpowered his olfactory receptors. Hints of alcohol was also registered. Excellent! <br><br>"Is it law where the all except the birthday girl have fun in your neck of the woods?", he spoke into her ear, his lips barely inches from kissing her skin. "Very attractive attire, <em>Naomi</em>", he commented, though his utterance of her name was not customary. His eyes burned with sensual lust and his tone was flooded with tinges of ownership, "Was that the only thing in your cupboard or did you wish to entice someone's desire?", he breathed over her shoulder, carefully refraining from touching her and yet commanding more than enough charm to seduce her.<br><br>"Come, dance with me". It was her first order. And thus it began.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 19:33:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naomi&nbsp; looked down at her drink again, there wasn't too much left, when she'd finished it she'd go back on the dance floor, she might even manage to get back to the main disco, in fact that would probably be the best thing to do.&nbsp; She looked up, and across the room, gauging where the doorway was, and looking across at her friends to see if it was in their line of sight.<br><br>As her eyes went across the space between they suddenly halted, stuck on one face in the darkness, that as it came more into the light, made her whole body rock with an intense shock like an electric current passing through her.&nbsp; It was him....&nbsp; oh lord......&nbsp; Mr Markov.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was walking so purposefully towards her end of the bar, and looking straight......<br><br>She turned and looked behind her, to her right, to the beautiful glamorous, sexy blond in her strappy sexy dress made his resolute trajectory perfect sense.&nbsp; &nbsp;Floored by seeing him so unexpectedly, the familiar feelings she'd had to cope with for so long seeming even stronger in a different setting Naomi angled her body more, so she was almost facing the bar, ducking her head and pretending to sip her drink.&nbsp; <br><br>Even though her head was buried, she could still see him in her mind's eye.&nbsp; She'd always thought, even from the first day she saw him, that he was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen.&nbsp; He had too, an aura about him, of sophistication, of power, and the most amazing eyes, which seemed to look right through her and make her feel so disconnected she often forgot what she was supposed to be doing. <br><br>Then without looking round, she knew he was right there, right behind her, and she froze, totally unable to think one single coherent thought.&nbsp; As he spoke and his warm breath stirred her hair and whispered on her neck she felt a hot flash of heat that was so strong she was thankful she was sitting down.<br><br>He'd never used her name before...&nbsp; but the tone of his voice was what seemed to grip her most. She swallowed nervously, was he...&nbsp; did he... he knew it was her birthday....?&nbsp; She looked down at her bare thighs, mortified that he'd seen her like this, her hand splaying out over her soft skin as if trying to make herself more descent.&nbsp; 'Desire...?' Oh sweet lord....<br><br>She turned so she looked into his eyes, about to say she was with her friends....... try and say.... she was..... but as usual she lost herself in his eyes and this time his lips were so close to hers, her own parted slightly, in her dreams, so many times.....&nbsp; he kissed her.....&nbsp; <br><br>It took so much effort to tear her eyes away, she trembled slightly, What must he think of her?&nbsp; She glanced across at the beautiful blonde, but instead of hearing his polite withdrawal, she heard him ask her to dance..... Then&nbsp; he turned and started to walk, and Naomi he slipped off her stool and followed him to the dance floor. There was no decision to make, not only because she knew this was probably her only chance, ever to be close to him, but because every syllable he spoke played her on his line and she could no more have denied him than flown to the moon.<br><br>On the edge of the dance floor, the bass of the music vibrating in her bones Naomi smiled up at him.&nbsp; Her breathing relaxing.&nbsp; Here she could be herself, and just dance. She didn't have to speak, or be anyone else... just let the beat take hold, and let her body talk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 05:27:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The Palace</em> effortlessly befit its name. Her patrons might well have been Kings and Queens had time not made them extinct. Quite apart from the quality of entertainment supplied, The Palace guaranteed absolute discretion. All its 'Keepers' were bound by legal contract that if they so much as breathed of their exploits, they will be branded in the worst possible colors. One former Keeper of The Palace currently resides in a maximum security lunatic asylum battling a supposed case of necrophilia. <br><br>Confidentiality was one, performance was quite something else. The Palace boasted the most mouth watering array of talent in the seduction industry. None of the models were short of angels or warriors. But the most alluring aspect of The Palace was the fact that none of the models, even the one locked in asylum had ever been known to disincline a customer's request. Naturally such privileges were to be earned. Visitor fee was quite substantial, but it paled in comparison to their Patron program. It was not an understatement to say that the entire business was running on pure profit!<br>&nbsp;<br>But the pleasure of the angels was only half the Palace's allure. Many men like himself had grown tired of the bought kind of pleasure. The Palace had always attracted young, naiveté's taking their first steps into this frightening little world where their bodies dictated their every single movement. Patrons were allowed the luxury of choosing one of those young women and the Keepers ensured they went home with their choice. But Sebastian disliked any aid whatsoever. Seduction was a man's game- and as such it was to be played by one single man and no more!<br><br>Even as he turned his back on her, ridding her from his hypnotic eyes, he knew her body was already instructing her feet to complete his curt instruction. Only upon hearing the rhythmic clicks of her heels did he allow her to experience his eyes once more. Dear God, She alone could put the entire array of The Palace's Angels into unemployment. Those perfectly perky breasts, those lusciously endowed thighs, that beautifully rich ass- all made twice as seductive as they were by her choice of clothing, especially her breasts.<br><br>But his seduction was nowhere near complete for the night. Naomi's mind still merely considered herself to be his dance partner. He smirked as her body loosened to the tune of the music and her face relaxed much as her body did. He reached out for her and pulled her up against him, twirling her around so her back would meet his chest. His head invaded the crook of her neck. His hands remained out of&nbsp; play for now, but his member most certainly was not. He danced his hips to grind his shaft against her ass. His lips synched a kiss to her neck at that exact moment whilst his hands trailed his fingers up the side of&nbsp; her thigh.<br><br><em>'Let's see how comfortable you are now, my pretty',</em> he thought with debauched pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 18:30:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naomi found her eyes rested on the nape of his neck as she followed him, the small kick in his slightly tousled hair making her want to reach out and touch it, curl it round her finger, and then feel his thick hair between them and she was surprised at how intense such a simple inclination could be. So as she started to dance in front of him, she wondered just how many other temptations there were going to be. At the bistro she'd often wanted to reach out and touch him, small things that made her skin tingle with a strange kind of yearning that was both exciting but also held a strange kind of sadness as he seemed so far out of her sphere, and the distance between touching more a matter of the divide between them than the inches in time.<br><br>A couple of times their fingers has brushed against each other when she'd been serving, and each time she'd felt an powerful jolt of sensation which had made it hard to meet his eyes or not to drop what ever it was she was giving to him.&nbsp; The first time it had shocked her so much she'd literally run a mile, hiding in the ladies for a good 10 minutes before calming herself enough to carry on with service.&nbsp; <br><br>But what was different about tonight, was that now that distance no longer needed bridging, his eyes were looking at her in a very different way, so compelling and heated that she found as her body undulated to the music she couldn't break away from his gaze.&nbsp; As he spun her round and pulled her into him, the pulsing in her body increased into waves of heat that caught fire as his breath caressed her neck and Naomi closed her eyes, letting the wash of sensations she'd never felt before cleanse her.&nbsp; And it did feel like cleansing, an awakening, a rebirth of her body as it came alive in an entirely new way.&nbsp; She'd felt lust, need, and the tender longing, the tingles from pleasuring herself, imagining loving and being held and touched by the man behind her and perhaps she thought that was why she burned for him now, she'd gone so far with him in her dreams that freed by the music she was tapping into the yearnings she'd had for so long.<br><br>His lips on her neck, the notes his kiss played on her skin, joined with those his fingers drew, combining into a chord which vibrated like a taught string, her awareness of his sexual need brushing against her seeming to be part of a whole glorious sound which took over from the music, or rather joined it the beats, pulsing in a driven rhythm which confounded reason.<br><br>Naomi had been touched, many times when she danced, but it had always made her feel, kinda dirty, not aroused, she'd made sure she put distance between the man as soon as possible and generally tried to dance in amongst a group of girls and avoid the problem all together.&nbsp; The kind of young men whose eyes just gave up trying to look into her face and ogled her breasts just made her feel icky not sexy.&nbsp; Occasionally an older man danced with more flair, and gave her that sense that he would be able to touch her in a different way, but that paled into insignificance with what Mr Markov's touch was doing to her.&nbsp; <br><br>For a few beats she let her bottom sway so close to him that she was brushing against him, her eyes still closed, completely subsumed by the sensations, but then, mortified, the realisation of what she was doing and how she was behaving made her eyes spring open and her blush rise like a tide up her face.&nbsp; She shouldn't be doing this......&nbsp; I mean, perhaps he did want her...... did he?&nbsp; Oh the idea that he did made her feel..... oh golly....&nbsp; but she mustn't let herself become like the other girls, even if she did like him, oh more than like him...... even if she wanted him so much she could barely breathe with the wanting. For him she'd was just a girl in a night club, an amusement to while away the time, she must not let herself get carried away, there was only pain and heartbreak ahead of her if she did.<br><br>She moved away from him slightly, still dancing, but not so close, and letting the gap between them grow, but she couldn't turn round, not yet, she wasn't ready to meet his eyes, so she stayed with her back to him, lifting her arms up and making her movements a little larger to make it look natural that she'd moved away. The skin on her neck still tingled, leaving a heated brand where his lips had pressed against her, the longing for him to kiss her again...... kiss her all over.... was so strong she quivered slightly, wondering just how far she could control her feelings, and whether it would be best if she made her excuses and made a quick getaway as just knowing he was behind her made her weak with the longings.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 06:27:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes feasted on her angelic figure, his thirst becoming more&nbsp; rabid by the second. The music stirred awake a dormant alter that addressed his desires with excruciating effortlessness. This new woman was able to harness the allure of her clothing with delectable panache. Her body swayed in ways that attuned her movements to treat both the music and the hungry sets of shameless eyes devouring her every gorgeous curve. <br><br>But the command of the young, timid ranch girl could not be countermanded for long. <em>'Ah, Reluctance',</em> he thought, the smile of a man enjoying the hunt for his bounty alight on his face. <br><br>Alexander Markov commanded difficult taste. His clients were refused his presence until they proved worthy of it. His appetite was satiated only by the richest of cuisines. His closet was populated by arrays of suits, a substantial amount of which were persuaded to become one of a kinds. More than enough of which would cost a Prince an arm and leg in addition to his title. Markov was one of the legendary Golden Childs and as such his taste in women were also nothing short of exquisite. Young, blossoming little flowers were the only kind he bestowed his company upon. And the delicious flowed dancing in front of him survived his examination with credits to spare. <br><br>Naomi's innocence was invigorating, erogenous even when taken into account the prowess and of course the delicious dormancy of her alter. Alex's mind had already concocted means to slowly tease awake the exciting <em>woman</em> that Naomi Farell was soon to become. <br><br>His hand reached out to pull her back into his embrace, this time though his intentions sought to dull the confusion a tad as his hands which kneaded her arse and forced the delicious tart to grind against his solid member, stealing the freedom of her choice of movement. This was the first of the kind of punishment she could look forward to. Alex Markov's did not engage in whips and ropes to buy obedience. His methods invoked the torture of pitting her own desire against her. Nothing was as powerful nor as pleasurable as watching a young flower being seduced by her own raging lust. And to seal the play, his lips breached hers, his rough tiers foraging her soft pinkness with brazen authority. His hands dug depraved handfuls of her behind whilst his hips ensured her mind never forgot the throb of his hardness, let alone allow her to entertain thoughts of hurried escapes.<br><br>"Now, care to get this birthday party started, <em>Naomi?</em>", he breathed into her ear, his spelling of her name deviating from even the slightest semblance of normalcy. Hs tone spoke not of innocent friendship, but of one hundred percent Mastership. <br><br>He took her to the secluded cubicles, in event also depriving her of any means to contact her friends. He forced the darling eighteen year old me to sit on his lap, her legs wrapped on either side of his to allow her skirt to ride up and part. He pressed his member against her continuing his sensual persuasion as he leaned into her ear and whispered his second command, "Show me what those hips can <em>really</em> do, <em>Pet</em>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 23:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naomi's eyes were already on the exit, tearing her thoughts away from the delicious fantasies that would be so easy to succumb to.&nbsp; She wasn't the kind of girl the Mr Markov's of this world chose, not chose for any length of time.&nbsp; She wasn't stupid, he was just passing the time with her and she mustn't read anything into it that wasn't there.<br><br>It was so hard though, she was in touching distance of her dreams..... she took a deep breath and was about to turn and face him and try and say goodnight when his hand reached for her.&nbsp; It wasn't that he just took hold of her either, he pulled her into him, molding her body to his, his hands taught and hard on the cheeks of her bottom, the heat between them exploding as she felt how much he wanted her.<br><br>She lit up inside like a Catherine wheel, the sparks spitting and bouncing off every part of her, the draw she'd always felt towards him seemingly exploding into a powerful force she didn't know if she was able to withstand.<br><br>He led her to one of the cubicles, something her friends had said cost lots of money and could only be used by special guests.&nbsp; They'd hinted that they were for more intimate lap dances and sexual favours and she'd taken care not to even look at the entrances to them by accident.&nbsp; And now he was pulling her inside one, and she was walking..&nbsp; &nbsp;willingly...&nbsp; &nbsp;into it.&nbsp; What had happened? What had he done to her........ what power did he have over her that made her want to do his bidding and feel excited rather than ashamed.&nbsp; What if her friends saw her...?<br><br>She took a quick look over her shoulder as he went through the curtained archway, and didn't see anyone looking in her direction, thank goodness, perhaps she was safe.......<br><br>Safe?&nbsp; She realised as he pulled her onto his lap that was the most ridiculous word for her position right now.&nbsp; Her heart wasn't safe, and now it seemed her body wasn't either, as it treacherously quivered from the nearness of him yearning for.....<br><br>She swallowed, closing her eyes for a brief moment trying to find something to hold onto. It seemed he wanted her, was asking her for some sort of lap dance... at least that was what it sounded like.&nbsp; Did girls who didn't work here do that sort of thing?&nbsp; She doubted it. She looked into his eyes, trying to work out what on earth was happening.&nbsp; If she hadn't liked him so much it would have been easy, well... she'd never even have been brought this far, she'd have run a mile,.&nbsp; But she <em>was </em>here, she'd <em>chosen </em>to be here and truth to be told she'd love to do a lap dance for him – 1. If she knew how to do one and 2. If she thought she could cope with the repercussions.<br><br>"Mr M...Markov...?" she said finding herself rocking slightly on his lap to ease the pressure between her thighs, her shorts riding up and pulling tightly on her damp crutch. "I....&nbsp; " <br><br>.............Then he'd called her Pet........ the name he'd used for her so often in the bistro - that had made her feel like she was knelt at his feet, his hand stroking her head.......and now she couldn't even string a sentence together.&nbsp; &nbsp;What was she going to do?&nbsp; Her eyes went to his lips as she licked her own, tasting him again, longing for him to kiss her and make her insides melt like warm chocolate again.<br><br>A small voice was telling her just to give in, let herself feel what she felt, do what she wanted, and not worry about tomorrow and that voice was growing in its persuation by the second.......<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 05:12:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex could see the marauding mix of emotions rattling through Naomi, his relentless seduction aiding her normally raging hormones to bulldoze her body with fearful efficiency. His dark eyes had always been blessed with the power to discern internal struggles, especially the ones young women had to contend with. It was his most potent asset because discerning was only part of his allure. <br><br>Alexander Markov was a skilled Dominant. In fact, his prowess lent repute to arguments favoring his nomination as perhaps the best of the lot because of one simple reason- He knew a woman desired a man even before she did and Naomi was a fireworks display of all the signs of deep, desperate, carnal longing. <br><br>Her reluctance was without conviction. Her eyes had betrayed the fear they should feel at the advance of a man with impure intent in exchange for depraved lust in sweet anticipation of becoming everything he desires...of wanting to become everything he desires. Her body remained light and accepted his manipulation without second thought. Her lips were lush and pouting, her helplessness under her own desire manifesting in the form of her biting her lips to refrain from slamming them against his. Finally her body fell victim to fleeting impulses morphed into raging infernos due to the closeness of her sex against his as her body fall in step with her mind an unconscious gyration. <br><br>The stutter in her voice, long, aching pauses between her words, the nervous looks over her shoulder to ensure than none were wise to her seduction...<br><br>Most practitioners of Bondage and Dominance tended to wilt the female body to their will- a fleeting and powerless form of seduction. Alex Markov was a seducer of the mind. He conspired with his considerable talents to imprison a woman's mind within her own desire. A prison that Naomi Farrel was fast embracing.<br><br>"Deep but slow rocks of your hip, <em>my pet</em>", he whispered into her ear, words so laden with lustful desire that should she be receptive, she would feel them caress her skin, "Buck forward and press your soaking pussy against my shaft", he breathed, "Mmm..Oh Yes, my little pet, I do know that you're damn soaking wet.."<br><br>"I do know that your deliciously perky nipples are throbbing hard under that tiny little top..."<br><br>"Your entire body is filling up with lust for me!"<br><br>Tell me, <em>my beautiful pet</em>, Do you wish to submit?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 13:55:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His words woke her up with brutal clarity, and she blushed a deep red.&nbsp; This wasn't her, she wasn't the kind of girl who lap-danced for a man and thought about one night stands and sex with no meaning.&nbsp; He was right, she <em>was </em>wet, and her body was oh so willing, she'd never wanted something so much before, or had her body swamped with such overwhelming desire and need. She froze, the enormity of what she was doing and how she was behaving making her feel so ashamed. <br><br>She had lost the most important part of her...... she knew what she wanted and needed, she'd let her dreams and fantasies about Mr Markov blind her to the real situation -&nbsp; he was here for a good time, and he thought she was one of those kinds of girls..... like some of her friends... who would sit in a strangers lap and have.......<br><br>She slid off his lap, backing away a couple of steps, trying to find the words to apologise, and.... oh god.... she didn't want him to hate her..........&nbsp; her eyes prickled with tears, the one man she'd ever felt something strongly for and she had ruined it all.&nbsp; "I.......&nbsp; I....."<br><br>Then his last words to her sank in, like an echo repeating but only now truly heard, <em>"Tell me, my beautiful pet, Do you wish to submit?"</em><br><br>She felt the heat drain from her face as instantly as it had coloured it, she gripped her arms to contain the shock of cold that chilled her, why had he used those words?&nbsp; Had someone told him?&nbsp; No............ no-one knew......&nbsp; She struggled not only to speak, but not to just turn and literally run, run away as fast as she could. Could he read her mind?&nbsp; <br><br>She clasped herself harder stilling the trembling. She was lost and totally confused but she had to get a grip, she had to.....<br><br>"I........ I'm sorry M...... Mr Markov..........." she swallowed, "I.....&nbsp; <br><br>But what could she say?&nbsp; She didn't have the words to ask, and she didn't think she ever would. And that made her feel even worse, how was she ever going to find happiness if this was how badly she handled things?&nbsp; She must stop living in her dreams, this was real life, she wasn't a hooker, and no matter how much she really liked him, she'd never be able to cope with the pain this was going to cause even if he never spoke to her again she had to shut off every screaming need inside of her and and step back from this awful situation.<br><br>"I th...think I've g...given you the wr......wrong impression, I am very s.....sorry." she bit her lip her eyes wide with the pain inside as she knew she had to say goodbye, "V........very......"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 16:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexander Markov was an arguable savant of facial expressions. Keen observation, accurate recollection and adequate relation participated in ludicrous amounts to enhance his already alarmingly powerful personality to supernatural levels of curious intrigue. Those very same talents stripped Naomi down to almost literally parade her deepest desires in front of his eyes. <br><br>The blatant, prolonged and desperate inability to coordinate her actions when he had forced his presence on her blurted out her discomfort around him. Her acceptance of his insistence and of course, her eventual reciprocation signaled the discomfort to originate from sexual motives. Even the settlement of this conflict was proof of her attraction. Its lateness spoke of how his charms had taken control of her body, attacking her with her own desire. Its lack of conviction hinted at the woeful loss her trying to convince herself not to enjoy his company was suffering. <br><br>Her hips were writhing against his erection and her eyes sang ballads of the arousal she was deriving from the press of his member against her. Her lips were parted and her teeth would hardly leave them alone, making them blood red, to match the arousal pouring from her eyes. Everything except her words displayed with stark clarity to his dark eyes that Naomi Farrell was his in every mark and way possible. <br><br>Alex's lips curled in a soft smirk as he watched her petite frame shiver and the color drain from her young, beautiful face. Her demeanor weakened and her stutters worsened. She was fighting against the most potent force a young, hormonal teenager would ever face, aided almost inconsiderately by a man who was atrociously sensual. The poor girl had lost the battle even before she had recognized she was in one.<br><br>He lifted himself to his feet and walked toward the trembling teenager. His eyes were still narrowed and sharp, but his touch was gentle and soothing. He took her hand and twirled her beautifully to pull her against him, their hands locked under her breasts and his lips breathing his teases into her ear, "246, Corbin Hill. Ask for Claire.", his breath spoke, "Goodnight", he whispered,"<em>my pet</em>"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 18:06:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt rooted to the spot as he walked towards her, still trembling, Naomi watched him a little fearfully. He had such power over her that she felt almost ensnared by his eyes, her own will slipping away, it took so much courage just to stand there, him getting closer and closer set of more tremors in her body.<br><br>Then he gently twirled her into him, it was such a touching romantic gesture, so far away from the the earthy bold seduction of just a moment ago that her heart skipped a bit and she smiled, then realising she was smiling bit her lip, trying to get a hold of her emotions which stuttered from one feeling to the next.<br><br><em>'Goodnight?' </em> She felt a huge wave of disappointment, although she didn't want him to think her one of those kinds of girls, she did so want him to like her, and be with her......... she didn't make a sound, although her eyes prickled with tears, she was such a dummy why did she have to be so different, why did she need.......<br><br>She swallowed hard, the name and address he whispered in her ear not making any sense, perhaps it was a cruel joke, a payback for her behaviour, but she wasn't going to think about that now.&nbsp; She closed her eyes for a brief moment, staying completely still in his arms savoring what was probably going to be the last time he held her.&nbsp; She would remember this moment for ever she thought, the smell of him, the feeling of his heat and his masculinity laid against her.&nbsp; Whatever happened she must learn from tonight, and she had to make more of an effort to make her dreams come true, that encounters like this didn't work exactly because of who she was, it was wrong.....unfair of her to make it look like she was available when it was something else entirely she needed.&nbsp; She knew that now even more strongly after hearing him say those words and feeling what her body did in response to them.<br><br>She gathered what little pride she had left and broke away gently, turning and holding her hand out to shake his, she said as calmly as she could, "Thank you for the dance Mr Markov, it was......&nbsp; " <em>wonderful </em>she thought, "It was very k......kind of you." her eyes were drawn to his lips again, licking her own briefly she wished more than anything her dreams had fully come to life, not this parody of them, "G.............good night." she said, her voice getting tighter and higher as she struggled for control. <br><br>And then not able to maintain even the slightest pretense of normalcy she fled, walking straight past her friends and out to the main lobby.&nbsp; She got a cab home, unable to hold back the tears they dripped silently down her cheeks on the way home, how stupid could she be?&nbsp; She should never, never have gone........
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 17:53:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex Markov watched her retreat with an amused smile on his face. She had ascertained his expectations to the dot. Naomi's desire for him had been naked, forced from earlier dormancy by his relentless seduction. The Palace had been a perfect platform for their first encounter. The constant anxiousness of public judgment fighting against the aching want riddling a teenage body was a weapon Alex enjoyed having in his armory. <br><br>Her first lesson was successfully complete, the rewards of which he hoped will be reaped tomorrow at the address he had whispered into her ear. He had left her with a banquet for thought, really. Her desire was no longer a secret. His lust was out in the open as well. Her whimpers still rung in his ears and he was sure his commands still produced goosebumps along her skin. <br><br>Most men would've been chastising Alex for allowing a prey to slip between his fingers without so much as taking her number. But Alex knew different. The detachment he had shown would haunt her. The pleasure he awakened in her would bring her under his will more comprehensively than brute force seduction. But most importantly, the revelation that she had enjoyed being an object of pleasure to a man for whom her body throbbed in carnal lust for would manifest in the form of a collar curled around her pretty neck. <br><br>His eyes scanned the doorway of the BDSM club, noticing earlier conquests, marking new prey and of course searching for his current desire. "Come on, my pretty pet..", he spoke under his breath, "You are late..", he smiled in depraved pleasure at another excuse to introduce her to the pleasures of becoming the object of his pleasure. There was only one thing that did not fit the puzzle Markov was building. Why did his search for new prey become a bothersome endeavor and why was he craving Naoimi's simple company as much as his devious pleasure?<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "With More Than Smile" (DiverseDesires &amp; Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 00:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hadn't come to the Bistro, but he never did on a Saturday, so why she kept looking up at the doorway and then feeling disappointed she didn't know.&nbsp; The worst thing was she was terrified of seeing him again and yet at the same time wanted it desperately.&nbsp; She had to withstand the teasing of her friends, plastering a smile on her face as they told her what a wimp she was for running out on them.&nbsp; None of them had thankfully noticed that she had met <em>him</em>, she didn't think she could come back if they had, and where would she be without her job?<br><br>She was so tired she made mistakes, something so unusual for her that the boss thought she must be ill, and seeing how pale she was sent her home early. She didn't argue, she did feel ill, and crawling back in to bed, she knew just where she was sick -&nbsp; and she was so stupid to let her feel so much, she hugged her chest trying to sleep, as if trying to sooth the wounded heart in her chest that wept tears of mortification at the situation she had put herself into.<br><br>She did sleep finally, his dark eyes on her even in her dreams, and she woke with him still there, still looking at her, wanting her.... she felt............ trapped.......<br><br>She showered, and tried desperately to think it through logically.&nbsp; Yes he had wanted her, but he was a man, and she had been behaving very badly, so he might even think her a cock tease or even worse a slut who normally behaved like that.&nbsp; She blushed just thinking about it, thinking how horrified her Aunt would have been if she had seen her and promised herself she would never go to that place again. Maybe she shouldn't go dancing either........... she almost cried, she loved dancing, what on earth was she going to do....?<br><br>She'd been dreaming about him for so long, and let herself be carried away on a tide of gentle fantasies and longings which had skewed her thinking and made her react uncharacteristically she thought. She had realised that her crush on him had been developing into a deep longing for quite a while.&nbsp; You couldn't call it love, love at first sight?&nbsp; There was no such thing, she had decided that long ago, no, this was an.... attraction....... one that had built for too long, and she'd let it get out of hand.<br><br>She needed her job and he was part of her job, she had to explain to him, tell him how sorry she was for behaving so badly and ask his forgiveness she thought.&nbsp; Her uncle had taught her she had to face her fears, and make good too, never leave a wrong undone.&nbsp; She took a deep breath, if she said she was sorry and asked him to forget the whole thing, and just treat her like a normal waitress from now on, then..... Well at least she could keep her job and not feel so awful.&nbsp; And the other things, the feelings -&nbsp; she'd just have to hide them, she was good at that anyway.&nbsp; It might be harder now she had actually felt his strength, smelt his.............<br><br>She shook herself, and got dressed in black jeans and the soft heather coloured jumper she had been sent in the mail for her birthday from her aunt.&nbsp; It was a bit tighter than she'd thought and as she looked at herself in the mirror she realised it clung to her curves and made her breasts seem............ .She nearly took it off but then a small voice in her head told her it was OK to look good, he'd seen a lot more of her last night in any case.&nbsp; She gave into the need to still look nice to him, there was no harm in that, it wasn't as if she hah to look bad – was it.....?<br><br>She could still hear the address in her head, it was engraved with deep strokes, the feelings tied up with them still so strong just saying, '246, Corbin Hill.' to the taxi driver made her mouth dry.&nbsp; It was an imposing address, a huge house with a door to match, she nearly turned tail and ran, but she could hear the taxi drive off behind her and she climbed the steps.&nbsp; The door opened before she could knock and two people bundled out of it laughing and so happy her eyes followed them out onto the street and she realised that she had kept the man holding the door open waiting.<br><br>She blushed as he said lightly, "Well are you coming in my dear or not?"<br><br>"Oh yes.... s..sorry..." she said climbing up the last two steps and reaching the door, "I.... "&nbsp; She realised she couldn't remember the name she was supposed to ask for and anyway she didn't want to see anyone else, "Mr&nbsp; Markov?" she asked hesitantly, "I've come to see Mr Markov...."<br><br>Then man in a suit smiled, his eyes running all the way up and down her outfit and looked at her slightly quizzically, making her feel uncomfortable and she looked down, biting her lip, maybe she shouldn't have come.&nbsp; <br><br>"He's in the club tonight, honey, I saw him earlier, but you'll need to sign in."<br><br>Even before he had finished saying the words a young woman came through the double doors in front of her, giving Naomi a glimpse of a large bar and lots of people, with all the noise and laughter you would expect in a club.&nbsp; The woman was dressed in leather dress, a really short one, very long boots that had very high heels. She was stunningly, haughtily beautiful, and exuded the kind of confidence that Naomi often wished she had.&nbsp; She was the kind of woman who got what she wanted and Naomi couldn't take her eyes off her.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman's perfectly painted lips made a small mou of appreciation as she also looked Naomi up and down like the man in the suit had,&nbsp; But she looked at her breasts for longer and said clearly, "Very nice...." and Naomi felt like she had been stripped naked under her gaze and shivered slightly.&nbsp; What kind of place was this?<br><br>The man turned a book towards her, and seeing her tremble and look rather fearful he smiled reassuringly at her, "Don't worry sweetie, I've put you down as Markov's guest for tonight, all you have to do is sign here and put on this tag, I don't have to ask which one you need my darling, it's written all over you........."<br><br>She signed the book and stood in a trance as he tied a white ribbon round her wrist, her thoughts racing as the man said, "OK sweetie, white means you're a newbie, this, he said lifting up the little padlock hanging from the ribbon means you're an S-type and this is blank tag, which means your unattached and at the moment you have both genders he added, showing her the two symbols with the arrow and the cross also hanging from her wrist.&nbsp; "Is that about right?" he asked smiling cheekily, "The D-types have keys not padlocks, and attached s-types wear collars.<br><br>Only half of what he was saying was making any sense at all but dumbstruck she just nodded and almost stumbled as he gently led her to the double doors, opened one and gave he a little push of encouragement in the curve of her back that made her take a step inside. She stood, transfixed as the room and the people in it gave her most of the answers she needed and made her blood heat like fire in her veins .<br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>