The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)
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				Title: <strong>The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 12:16:32</strong>
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				Harvey Walker (http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/02/04/article-1248448-07A30F1B000005DC-276_233x378.jpg) and his newly wed wife, Staicey (http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r240/YulesRo/MET-ART_gr_14_0036.jpg?t=1287313642), were a young couple in their mid twenties. Bored of their old lives they moved to a big city. They both gave up a succesful job after having saved several millions. Now, in a new country, they wanted to set up a club and so they did. <br><br>They purchased a property downtown and when they got all the permits, opened up. On the ground floor of the building was a nightclub for everybody. Music, a bar and a large area to dance or socialize. The second floor was for the more exclusive people and had a strict dress code and the third floor was reserved for parties and could be rented. The club's biggest cash cow though, was going to be located in the basement of the building and only a select few knew about it. <br><br>It had been Staicey's long wish to run a BDSM/sex club and today she was in the basement of the club at night while her husband was attending business in their office on the fourth floor. In less than a week from now, the club would open and everything had to be perfect. It was going to be expensive but the facilities were top class. Everything a person could need for sex was there, from the simple plastic toys and ropes and hooks, to advanced machines aiming to please both male and female. <br><br>The basement could only be reached through a seperate entrance, a feature required by the local authorities as the main nightclub was for all ages and the BDSM club obviously wasn't. With the club running smoothly, Staicey decided to let Harvey handle that and she would take care of her new project. It had everything, a small bar for drinks, seperate sound proof rooms, a main room to play, a videoscreen, everything except for one thing. A girl or two to show when the clients would come. After some research Staicey had asked several pimps and other people if they knew a girl interested in the job and had told them to meet tonight at 9 at the entrance of the club. <br><br>Staicey would give the girls a little shakedown on what they could expect and would only accept the very best. With the clock running close to 9, she got up the stairs, into the small hallway next to the club entrance and waited for the girls to arrive. She didn't know how many would arrive but she had been guaranteed at least three.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 12:58:13</strong>
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				A car screeched to a halt right infront of the nightclub. The driver, dressed in a crisp dark blue uniform, hurried out of his place behind the wheel, and pulled the door of the back passenger seat open. The young lady (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs18/f/2007/193/9/2/Fairygothmother_black_corset_by_ladymorgana.jpg) seated inside looked out of the open door uncertaintly, shading her eyes from the bright, gaudy lights that mark the entrance of the nightclub. She wore a low-cut black dress that enhanced her figure, ending in black stockings held up by garters, and steep red heels that needed getting used to. The lady frowned, the smooth pale skin on her forehead creasing as she did so. She did not want to be here, but the bald man beside her, growing impatient, gave her a rough push, and she stumbles out of the car. Getting out after her, the man grabs her by her chin, so that she is forced to look up at him.<br><br>"Remember, Lolita..." the man muttered so that only his lady companion can hear. "Remember your place." Lolita flinched at the sound of her name. No, that was not her name. She was born the daughter of the Golovanov family. Her name was... <br><br>Lolita sighed mentally. It didn't matter anymore what her name was. Now, she <em>is</em> Lolita, so named for her youthful looks. Being named after the protagonist of some novel who was the object of desire, that name also encompassed her destiny, her new role in life.<br><br>Averting her eyes, as she had been taught was fitting for her position, Lolita swallowed. "Yes, I understand..." she replied softly. Satisfied, the man released her and offered her his arm in a gentlemanly fashion. Lolita placed her hand on that arm. What choice did she have?<br><br>The man led her inside the nightclub, where its owners were waiting for her. Lolita looked at them with quiet curiousity. They seemed nice enough, though looks could be deceiving, of course. She listened as the man who had brought her here introduced her, wondering if the introductions were going to take long. Already, her feet were beginning to hurt...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 04:24:25</strong>
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				<br>Mistress arrives at the club rather earlier, for the business she needs to conduct was not legal, and always done in private. She was dying, and after the doctors took all her money, they sent her home telling her that she has only weeks to life. Mistress looks at Cherri, for she was her companion and the daughter she never had, and that meant she need to find somebody to take care of her. To finishes her trainings that she would not be able to do now.<br><br>Mistress got out of her car dress in a very expensive business suit. Cherri got out of the other side of the car dress in a tight fitting white evening grown, and hi-heel. Around her neck she wore a leather collar, one that she wore all the time except when she took bathes or showers. A silver chain leash was click to the collar and Cherri held it as she walks around to the car to her Mistress, and at that time, she took the leash and led Cherri toward the club.<br><br>This was the first time that Cherri was away from the house, and she looked at everything for the first time in her life. When Mistress Sin makes it to the club door, she was met by a large man blocking he entrances. Cherri look at him, for the first time she was within five feet of the man. Mistress informs the man that she needs to see the owner on business. Profitable business. The man let her into the club early and found a table for her and Cherri to set at until Staicey was able to talk to her.<br><br>Mistress sits there waiting, and her coughing was the only sound she made while she waited. The cough was getting worse as the day past, and Cherri who was kneeling on the floor beside her mistress was worry about her Mistress. Soon Staicey arrive and Mistress Sin introduces herself and Cherri.<br><br>"I am Mistress Sin," she said with pride. She chatted with Staicey for a while, telling her about Cherri, and how she brought her when she was only three. After several minutes of chats, she finally got down to business.<br><br>"I have no money left to leave Cherri, which mean she will be out in the street on her own. She does not know anything about the outside world." she said as she lower her head. "I need to sell her to somebody who know about the BDSM world, somebody that will take care of her. She is loyal and I have trained her in the art of pleasuring a man."<br><br>She pauses and looked at Cherri.<br><br>"I need $7,500 dollars for her, which will cover my burial expensive." she said. "She could earn that back in weeks, and be a good slave for your clubs if you would take the time to get her started."<br><br>She took a deep breathe as she cough.<br><br>"Are you interested in buying her?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 11:31:46</strong>
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				Staicey seated the two girls and looked at her clock. She was expecting some more girls to show up but if there was one thing in life she hated, it was being late. If more girls would show up, they were late and Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And Staicey was scorned. She gave instructions to the bouncer outside that if more would show up he would show them to a different room and let them wait until she had time for them. <br><br>Cherri looked too sweet to be in the role she was in but from the looks of it, she was trained and that was what her club needed. At first Staicey was a bit reluctant to pay the 7,500 dollars but seeing the situation and the fact that Cherri was now hers, she paid the woman and after she and Cherri had said their goodbye's Staicey turned her attention to the other car and her master. This man looked significantly less pleasant than his slave and Staicey struck a deal with him to have Lolita on trial for a week before making a decision whether to take her in or not. <br><br>They were in a large conference room with a large oval shaped table and some luxurious carpeting and curtains. The curtains were made in such a way that they could look outside but nobody could look inside since it was located on the street side of the building. Staicey offered the girls a drink and then closed the door and took a seat.<br><br>"Okay girls, from what I have heard, you both know how to serve but serving is different from pleasing. I will do the interview for now and later my husband will join us and you can show us a bit of what you got. I'll start with you," Staicey said and looked at Lolita. <br><br>"What are you good at, what are you not so good at and what are you expecting of this job?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 16:10:12</strong>
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				Lolita listened as the mistress of the nightclub struck a deal with Ivan, the man who was her 'escort'. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved that she was only on trial for now, but kept her face impassive anyway. An old lady came too, bringing with her a blonde girl. Lolita looked at the blonde with interest. She was a slave, apparently, and a well-trained one, to be worth $7,500. <br><br>Lolita and the blonde girl were next taken to a conference room, where they were to be interviewed. She sat down, relieved for the rest, though she knew it to be short-lived. As the mistress of the nightclub, Staicey, asked her a few questions, Lolita's mind raced, weighing her options. She could be stubborn, get beaten for it, and be sent back to Ivan, or she could be submissive enough for Staicey to want to keep her. She wondered how well she would be treated under Staicey's hand. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her eyes and answered in a subdued tone, "Loli begs your pardon, Mistress. Loli is only very newly trained, and is much in need of correction. Loli has been told that she has a good level of tolerance for pain and bondage. She is also experienced in sucking a man's dick." She repressed a shudder as she uttered the word; she would have to get used to it. "Loli tries her best to be obedient, because Loli wants to please her masters. But sometimes, Loli fails, and she gets beaten for it. As for this job... Loli hopes to be pleasing to her master and mistress..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 18:27:50</strong>
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				Amy would dispute that she was "late" - she had arrived on time, but picked the wrong door apparently, and it had taken her awhile to sort out with the bouncer that no, she was not some random club girl looking for the back room, she had come for an interview. She presumed, as she watched the other two go in, that it was because she didn't arrive with someone's hand wrapped around her arm, affectionately or otherwise.<br><br>Still, according to the bouncer, orders were orders, and so she sat quietly in the second room, her legs folded carefully and posture double checked, waiting patiently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 21:26:41</strong>
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				Harvey sighed. A deep sigh. One of those sighs that made it clear to everyone that he was far from happy. Except that there was nobody there to hear it. <br><br>Staicey had made it clear that she wanted to run the BDSM operation herself, leaving the more mainstream operation to him. Mostly that was fine, but an evening of going over balance sheets and work schedules for the bar staff had taken its toll tonight, and he could not shake the sense that he was missing out on something. Something <em>far </em> more enjoyable than administering paperwork.<br><br>He swung round in his chair and wandered over to the window and looked down to the street. A t that moment a large vehicle pulled up at the entrance. The chauffeur jumped out and opened the door for a beautiful young woman. In the glow of the sodium streetlights, Harvey could see that she was dressed all in black, save for the red high-heeled shoes she was wearing. In the glow of the lights, she seemed very pale, and he wondered if this were her natural complexion. <br><br>I wonder if she's one of Staicey's girls, he thought to himself, transfixed by this young beauty. Fuck, I hope so! There's a body that belongs in rope...<br><br>Maybe there were perks to being the owner of the club after all. Proprietorial rights and all that. For the first time that evening, Harvey smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 23:38:50</strong>
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				Staicey walked towards Lolita and inspected her, running her fingers over her skin. <br><br>"You get to suck lots of cocks my dear. As for your master, there is none. I will own your pretty ass if I decide to hire you. You will obey to me or to anybody I tell you to obey."<br><br>She smelled the girl's hair and smiled as she walked back to her seat. <br><br>"High pain tolerance is good because this club will see some pretty disfunctional fuckers to play around with you. I hope you can handle that."<br><br>Now she walked to the other girl which she already owned. A sadistic smile appeared around her lips.<br><br>"Now as for you little bimbo, I already own you. Should you disappoint, I will sell you to the highest bidder and I promise you, the richer they are, the more disturbed they are, so one advice: do not disappoint. What can you do well and what can't you do?"<br><br>She was aware of the other girl sitting in the room next to them. Again there was the freaky glass. Staicey and the two girls could see Amy but Amy could not see them. As she waited for an answer from Cherri, she suddenly thought of a wonderfully filrthy idea and got an even bigger smile on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 06:16:50</strong>
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				Lolita repressed the urge to shake off Mistress Staicey's hand as the owner of the nightclub traced her fingers over her bare skin. In the past, anyone with the audacity to do that would find him- or herself having to contend with the bodyguards Lolita's father had hired to protect his precious daughter. But that was the past, and things have changed. She was to be owned by someone else now.<br><br>Still looking down, Lolita nodded. "I will try my best, mistress..." she answered humbly.<br><br>With relief, she noticed Mistress Staicey turning to the blonde. She took the opportunity to look around. For the first time, she noticed the glass window to one side of the room, overlooking the adjacent room. There was another girl sitting patiently in that room: a curly-haired redhead. She must be late, Lolita realised, her heart immediately filling with pity for the girl. Judging by the way Mistress Staicey had instructed the bouncer outside the club, it looked like she had plans for the latecomers. Sipping the glass of water that the mistress had offered her, Lolita waited patiently for the interview of the other girl to be done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 06:50:27</strong>
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				With the business concluded, Mistress Sin stood up from her chair. She looked down at Cherri then step up close to her. With a smile on her face, she bends down and gently kisses Cherri on her lips for the last time. With the end of Cherri leash in her hand, she handed the handle to Staicey and then looked back at Cherri.<br><br>"You belong to Lady Staicey now." she said. "Serve and pleasure her like you have done me. Obey her, and give pleasure to Lady Staicey quest in such a fashion to honor Lady Staicey."<br><br>"Yes Mistress." she answers as Mistress turn and walk away. Cherri remain sitting on the floor and then turn and looked at her new Mistress.<br><br>"Mistress." she said in a shy fashion.<br><br>Cherri remain kneeling 0n the floor beside Straicey as she listen to her talk business with others stranger. She was making more deals to have more girls for her club. This time it was not to own a slave, but to put a slave to work making money for her Master. Both Lolita and Cherri had the same duties, and there was no difference. Both were slaves, both were there to serve and pleasure their Master/Mistress desires, and that was to share their slaves to their guest. <br><br>After dealing with Lolita, Straicey turn her attention to Cherri. She gave Cherri here orders, and they were simply. Never disappoint her.<br><br>"Yes Mistress." she said. Then when she asked what she could do, she had to think for a few seconds.<br><br>"Mistress?" she said. "I have only one thing that I am allowed to do, and that is to serve and pleasure you in any way you desire, and that will includes honoring you by fulfilling your quests desires."<br><br>In shames she looked down at the floor, and in a frighten soft voices.<br><br>"Mistress," she pauses before continuing. "Mistress Sin taught me how to serve and pleasure her and her Mistresses friends. She even taught me how serve and pleasure a man..."<br><br>In a soft whispering voice, she whispers.<br><br>"But she never allows me to be with a man." Straicey gave a small laugh for Cherri will be with many men once the club gets going. Cherri was now in unfamiliar grounds, and her new home will be one large adventure as she works to please her new Mistress. Cherri got lucky as Straicey turn her attention to a new girl sitting on the other side of the curtains. She did not know what her Mistress plans were, but she could see on her face it and a smile, it was going to be something interesting. Cherri remain kneeling as she watches Straicey, wondering what her desires were.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 07:21:18</strong>
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				Unaware she is rapidly becoming the center of attention, Amy sits quietly in the chair, legs cross, arms folded, her expression...curious. The club seems well decorated, a lavish private affair designed by wealthy people for wealthy clients. Interesting, to say the least.<br><br>She glances at the glass, not knowing its a one-way mirror, and frowns ever so slightly. She actually rather hates being late - unlike unpaid dates, there was no such thing as "fashionably late" for an escort. And now, presumably, she had to wait while the other girls were being sorted out, putting her yet farther behind. She had the feeling the owner of the club wasn't the type to take that lightly. Hopefully, they might see reason and accept an apology.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 11:47:50</strong>
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				"Serve and pleasure is all you have to do. Not directly me but if you please our customars and get them to pay big money, I'll be pleased."<br><br>Staicey didn't really like the bimbo look of Cherri but clients would love it. She had paid a high price for the girl but she knew she was getting it all repaid very very quickly. <br><br>"Okay so a few more rules. You will work in my club and therefore follow it's rules. First rule is that you can only be topless in the public area of the nightclub. If you go upstairs, you <em>will</em> wear decent clothes. I don't want complaints from guests or their parents. The second floor is only allowed when given permission and the same goes for the third floor where our offices are. You will never ever be there alone but always with me or my husband who you will soon meet."<br><br>She took up the phone, pressed the two digit code of the office and when Harvey picked up she told him to come down and bring the waiting girl in, to join them. The poor girl was gonna get it. When she had made sure Harvey was on his way she continued addressing both girls sitting in front of her.<br><br>"This is a drugs free club. If you see people use drugs, report to me immediately. If you <em>use</em> drugs, you're in so much trouble you wish you'd never been born."<br><br>Staicey hated drugs and she and Harvey had made it well clear that drugs inside their clubs, either floor, were strictly forbidden and had more than once already kicked people from the club and banned them for life.<br><br>"Now as for your work. You will serve whoever offers the most. I will take you and the client to a private room where you can play. As a safety precaution, there are camera installed in all of the rooms. We can tape it at the clients request but it is for your safety as well. Scotia is the safe word. Remember that and use it whenever you feel it's being too much. If the clients will not stop when you use that word, security will come and remove them."<br><br>Being an owner of the club she had done a lot of research and visited a lot of other similar clubs to get&nbsp; a good feel on what everything was like and how it worked and she knew how fragile the girls were.<br><br>"Before you start you will get a full medical check-up to make sure you are clean. Clients with a similar check-up are free of condoms. Those who do not have had a test are forced to wear condoms. What your limits are, is up to you, I cannot decide that but I advice you that before you start a session with a client, make sure he or she knows what they are."<br><br>In the room next to them, she saw Amy and Harvey talk and she knew that the fun was soon to begin.<br><br>"One last thing. You will stay in our house for now. Currently a few rooms are being made inside the club where you can live and stay if you want to. As for earnings, 30% of what the clients will pay, will be yours to keep. So it's in your best interest to make a deal worth it. A few guideline prices are set in the contract you are about to get. Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 13:11:10</strong>
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				Loli listened carefully as Mistress Staicey outlined the rules. They weren't half as bad as she had feared, given that her training was mostly forced on her. Having to remained clothed on the higher floors did not bother her, since she wasn't used to going about undressed at all. In fact, she was hoping to keep her clothes on, or at least some underwear, in the public area too. As for keeping 30% of her earnings, Loli was sure that Ivan would get a huge cut of that, at least for the first week while she remained on loan.<br><br>Depending on what Ivan had told Staicey about Loli, the medical exam might reveal some surprises. Although Ivan and his men had been forceful enough to break Loli's spirit during her training, none of them had pushed their way into her secret place. They had used their fingers and vibrators a lot, but nothing deep or big enough to break her hymen. <br><br>Out of the corner of her eye, Loli could see a man, Harvey, presumably, in the other room with the other girl now. Loli was curious to know her fate, but not curious enough to want to experience it for herself too. Turning her attention back to Mistress Staicey, she nodded. "No mistress, no questions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 01:13:52</strong>
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				Cherri was more than a sex slave for Mistress Sin, she was also her companion, and like most wealthy Mistress, they require more than a sex companion. She taught her how to cook, so she could hold fancy parties for her other Mistresses that would come to her house. She never trusted her CPA doing her books, so she trained Cherri how to do book keeping which was ironic since Cherri had never seen money. She knew what it was use for, but never had a use for any of it since her Mistress kept her. As her Mistress got older, she started training her in medical and first aid. Mistress Sin sold her very cheap since anybody would had paid twice as much from the Russia Mafia or the Chinese Tong for untrained girls who would had to be guard, and force to work.<br><br>Cherri knew what the word Bimbo meant, but it was her Mistress right to address her anyway she desire, and she accept it. She also knew that it would take time for her to prove to her Mistress what she was worth more than she paid for her, and one day she would be able to prove it. Until then, she would do whatever it took to pleases her Mistress, and see that her guests receives the best time that they could&nbsp; possible had.<br><br>Cherri weakness was she did not know how to socialize, only to serve, and please. She knew of nothing outside her old mistress house, but knew there were other worlds. Mistress did train her in the art of pleasing and pleasuring both males and females, knowing that one day Cherri may have to. However, when it came to limits, she faces a new problem.<br><br>Belong to her old mistress all her life she never had limits. She did over hear all the Mistresses talking about what limits a slave needed, and instantly started to compile a list in her mind. 1. No sex with animals. 2. No torture, bleeding, beating. 3.&nbsp; Use of a safe word. 4. No golden shower or brown play. 5. No sex anybody without her Mistress giving orders to do so. 6. be able to add to the list anytime needed. This was a list she could remembers the Mistresses talking about, and now with this list she had made her first decision on her own.<br><br>As for the paid, she was not worry about it, since the paid would belong to her Mistress. As long as her Mistress took care of her, she would not have a need for money. As for having to wear clothing, that did bother her since she very seldom wore any clothing, but it was what her Mistress desire, and she would wear clothing for her. The evening dress she was wearing, under garments, horsey, and hi-heel was the only clothes she own since Sin kept her nude most of the time.<br><br>She looked up, and notices her Mistress and Lolita was now busy watching a stranger approach the girl waiting outside. She was not certain what would happen but she figures she need to watch too, to see what punishment would be like. She had no plans on giving her Mistress a reason to punishes her, but until she learn her Mistress desires, it would always be possible.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 04:06:47</strong>
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				((Assuming its okay to move this up a bit - if not, feel free to redact everything))<br><br>Amy comes to her feet when the man walks in, smiling politely as she's told she can come in now. Dressed in a simple, but very flattering navy blue dress and matching heels, she has a slightly more...professional...appearance than the other two. Amusing, given their pasts. <br><br>"I really am sorry about the misunderstanding." She glances down at her small bag. "Should I bring my things?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 16:15:15</strong>
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				Harvey had wandered back to the pile of papers on his desk, his mind still full of thoughts of the girl he had seen out of the window. How had his wife managed to dump this tedium upon him so easily! He shook his head, chuckling to himself. Perhaps it was time to stop being so bloody conscientious and start enjoying the advantages of a financially successful club. Staicey owed him too!!<br><br>A little while later the phone rang and his wife, rather curtly, suggested that he ought to come down and meet the girls, one of whom had been late and had been asked to wait for her 'interview'. There was an edge to her voice that suggested that the poor girl might be in for something. But what, his wife didn't say. 'By the way,' he added, 'I do hope that hottie in the black dress is one of your girls. I'm quite taken with her, my love!'<br><br>As he entered the lobby area, he found a redhead sitting, a little impatiently by herself. She was quite cute too, he thought. 'My wife told me to bring you in to meet her now.'&nbsp; He opted not to hint at how Staicey might react to this girl's lateness. This was his wife's gig after all. He turned and opened the doorway which led into the room where his wife and two other girls were waiting.<br><br>When he caught sight of the girl he had seen from the window, he could not help but smile at her. She was even more beautiful at close quarters, and he allowed his eyes to roam across her body, as he nonchalantly sat on the side of the desk. Yes, this could turn out to be a <em>very </em> enjoyable venture after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 16:52:59</strong>
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				Amy follows the man to the other room. "A husband and wife team? That's interesting..."<br><br>She falls silent when they reach the doorway, stepping inside, not saying anything, her eyes darting between the man and the woman clearly in a position of power.<br><br>"I'm told you were ready for me Ma'am?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 06:23:49</strong>
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				Cherri watch as a strange man came up to the girl that was waiting outside for Madame. They spoke to each other and the redhead girl got up and follows the stranger into the room. Cherri looked the man over several times, scanning his inquire body. He was slim, and a beard started, plus very short hair.<br><br>The stranger looks over at Lolita, and she could detect that there was a desire was forming between them. She smile even doe she was trying her best not to show any emotion, and when the stranger looked at her, she quickly looked away to avoid eye contact with him.&nbsp; She did not know who the stranger was, and she did not have permission from her Mistress to speak to anybody expressly this stranger. Beside Madame wanted all her girls to have a medical checkup before they started doing their duties.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 07:22:48</strong>
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				The man and the redhead disappeared from the other room, and the door to their room soon opened. Loli looked at the man curiously, especially when he mentioned 'my wife'. She wondered what his role would be in this business, since Mistress Staicey had clarified that Loli would have no master'. Then, she caught the man staring at her, a lewd smile on his face, and Loli quickly pointed her gaze towards the floor again, a light blush colouring her pale cheeks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 21:04:28</strong>
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				Staicey greeted her husband with a kiss on the cheek and she pressed a few buttons making the windows go totally black and the lights come on in an athmospheric light. Then she walks to Amy and lashed her hand out into Amy's face. The smack was loud and unexpected.<br><br>"You do not speak until spoken too and when you decide to speak ahead of your turn make sure it's useful."<br><br>Her voice was strong and cold and she pushed Amy away. Then she turned her attention back to Harvey.<br><br>"Darling, wouldn't you agree that we got two, maybe three, very nice potential employees here?"<br><br>The way she spoke to Harvey was miles apart from how she had just snapped at Amy. Warm, loving and caring, but to her husband as if the girls were not even there. <br><br>"Before we take them home though I think we should give them a little test. See how well they can please? Which one do you want? The blonde bimbo or the late comer?"<br><br>Without waiting for an answer of her husband she looked at Cherri and Amy.<br><br>"Up. Strip." It were only two words, but spoken in a way that everybody in the room knew what Staicey ment. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 21:16:42</strong>
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				Amy's head snaps the side with the unexpected slap, the woman looking stunned as the faint red of a hand print appears on her pale cheek. She falls silent, standing quietly while she listens, a hand shaking slightly.<br><br>Her eyes come back up when the assembled girl's are told to strip, wriggling slightly but appealingly as she pulled the dress above her head, folding it carefully, leaving her in a simple, straightforward black thong and lace bra. Reaching behind her, she unclasps the bra and slides the underwear over her hips, placing both on dress, naked now save for her heels. She is slender, not quite onto skinny, her breasts modest and well shaped, a faint and well-maintained strip of hair between her legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 03:25:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;Cherri &nbsp;(http://amazoniavineyard.com/ss_z2.jpg) watch as the room change into darkness and the lighting adjust to allow everybody to see everything that was going on.&nbsp; As the room lighting came up, Mistress gently, give Harvey a loving kiss before walking over to Amy. With a quick stroke of her arm she slap Amy across her face making a loud slap as her hand went across Amy face. This did not shock Cherri for she expect some form of punishment would take place, and she had seem her old Mistress and friends do a lot worse forum of punishment to their slaves until they learn to obey correctly.<br><br>She listen to Lady Staicey inform Amy never to speak unless spoke to, one of the first rules a slave must learn. The second one was giving the correct forum of address to their Mistresses and Masters. She correct to call Lady Staicey Mistress since she own Cherri, but she did not belong to Harvey. So now, she had a problem. Should she address Harvey as 'Sir' or 'Master'? He was her husband, but was he Cherri Master?&nbsp; She ponders the question for only a second when she heard her Mistress give her demands.<br><br>Cherri eager to please her new mistress quickly stood up as she tries to gain her balance in her hi-heel. She reached behind her back and unzips the zipper. She was not use to having to remove clothing, and she had a little trouble with the zipper. Mistress could see her Cherri face that she was it was the zip and not her trying to delay taking off her clothing. As it loosens, she allows the evening dress to float down her body to the floor so she could step out of the white grown. <br><br>She picks it up and gently folded it as if it was precious, and gently laid it on the floor beside her. As she stood up, she once again reached back and unhooks the beiges bra allowing her small breasts to be free once again. Her small breast was still developing yet they were firm with small light pink nipples. Cherri tosses the bra to aside unlike she did with the grown. She was glad to be free of that binding garment for she was not use to wearing such an item, and was something her old Mistress forces her to wear for tonight to meet Staicey in.<br><br>Next she reached down and unhook her hosiery from the carter belt, and pull the beige carter belt down on her hips and legs where she sit out of them. That too was discarded like the bra, and did not understand she was suppose to wear the garment to please and arouses men with. With those gone she roll her hosiery down her long slim legs and step out of the hi-heels as she remove the hosiery. She sit the black hi-heels next to the grown figuring she might need them later on the cool floor.<br><br>Next, she pulls down the panties over her hips and allows them too to fall to the floor, kicking them off. With her panties remove, she reveals a small patch of blonde pubic hair that was well trims and cut short. Her appear also reveal that she was taught to keep herself clean at all time. She look over at Amy and seeing her still wearing the hi-heels, wonder if she should had pull them back on. Mistress did order her to strip and to Cherri it meant all forum of clothing. As she thought about it another, though enter her mind. Mistress told her to strip and she did, she should have gone one more step better so she would had make her Mistress proud to have her as a slave. She should have tried to take her clothes off in a sexy manner to please Mistress husband.<br><br>Not belonging to a Master before, she forgot that men were to be turn on, tease. She was supposed to make the man want her, desire her, and do anything to have her. She was already forgetting what she learns from her old Mistress that had taught her about men. Maybe Lady Staicey will help teach her the proper ways on turning on the males clients.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 05:56:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88037.msg3937316#msg3937316">Quote from: Dashenka on 25-11-2010, 21:04:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Without waiting for an answer of her husband she looked at <strong>Cherri and Amy</strong>.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>((OOC: Hmm, Staicey didn't include Lolita there, but I assume she has to strip too?))<br><br>Loli flinched at the sharp sound of Mistress Staicey's hand connecting with the cheek of the latecomer. She had not seen that coming. And what was with that instant change in her mood as she talked to her husband? Clearly, this woman was not to be messed with.<br><br>She was reluctant to strip in front of so many people, being more used to having her clothes torn off her instead, but she decided immediately that she did not want to share the latecomer's fate. Standing up, reached behind to unzip her black dress, lowered it slowly to the ground, and stepped out of it. She bent over to undo the straps of her heels. Gravity threatened to force her bosom out of its restraining over-bust corset, making her cleavage even more defined than ever, and she was sure that Harvey would be staring at that. It took conscious effort to keep her hands down and not try to cover her modesty. Perhaps she could work Harvey's obvious liking for her to her advantage...<br><br>Straightening up, Loli undid the clasps of the garters holding her stockings up, then pulled the black nylon off her legs one by one, revealing bare pale flesh beneath them. The garter belt came off next. She was now standing in the middle of the room in a corset and lace panties. The other girls, were nearly done undressing too, and, not wanting to be left the last, pulled her beige panties off. She reached behind her and struggled to undo the laces of the corset, but Ivan had been unforgiving in dressing her earlier that evening. After a moment of useless frustration, Loli confessed, "I'm sorry, Mistress... I need some help with my corset..." She was looking down as she said this, but her eyes darted upwards to Harvey as she said this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 06:03:35</strong>
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				Amy moves over to the struggling woman, who clearly hadn't spent much time in a corset, inadvertently giving Harvey and Staicey a generous view between her legs as she moves behind Loli, helping the girl loosen some of the ties. Whoever had put her in this - didn't care too much about hurting her. True to earlier instructions, she doesn't speak as she helps dismantle the tight lacing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 06:17:01</strong>
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				Loli nodded gratefully as the redhead moved swiftly to help her. She had nice long legs, Loli noticed, suddenly feeling inferior to the confident woman. She sighed quietly. There would be lots to learn here...<br><br>With relief, Loli felt the tight band of cloth around her waist loosening, and she sucked in a deep breath, relishing being able to breathe properly again. "Thank you..." she said quietly, not wanting to be the next to earn a slap for speaking out of turn. Loli massaged her aching breasts that had been released from their bonds, but realising that she probably needed permission to even touch herself, lowered her hands from her creamy globes, her face flushed with embarrassment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 10:46:29</strong>
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				Staicey inspected the two girls she told to strip and looked at her husband. <br>"We'll need to test them. Which one do you want sweetheart."<br>Harvey looked at her and then at both girls and then motioned Cherri to come to him. <br>"Good choice honey," Staicey whispered to him as she kissed him before he and Cherri left the room and went into the room next door. Staicey and the two girls left behind could see through the glass and could see how Harvey slapped Cherri on her cheeks and lifted her on the table. <br><br>"Have you ever been fucked by a man before Bimbo?" he asked her while he grabbed her legs and spread them wide and up. "You were made to be fucked weren't you?" <br>As he let her legs rest against his shoulder, he unzipped his pants and took out his member and started rubbing it over Cherri's sex.<br><br>Meanwhile in the other room Staicey had ordered Amy to get down on the floor and then looked at Lolita and rolled her eyes.<br>"I didn't ask you to strip you stupid cunt." She slapped her hard as well.<br><br>She roughly grabbed Amy's hair and guided her head to her crotch.<br>"Take it off, please me."<br><br>When she felt Amy get to work on her jeans she looked at Lolita.<br>"And because you are so stupid, you get to please the whore who's pleasing me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 13:56:21</strong>
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				Loli gasped in pain when her new mistress struck her. She hadn't realised that Staicey's instructions had not applied to her as well! "Sorry, mistress..." she mumbled, not too loudly, in case her apology earned her another slap for speaking out of turn. She moved shyly towards the redhead latecomer, but hesitated, unsure what to do. Her tormentors had mostly been men, and she wasn't sure how to please another girl, save her own experience of being pleasured by others. Not wanting to get between the redhead and Mistress Staicey -- and thus obstruct the other slave at her task, Loli stood behind the redhead. She pressed her body close to the redhead's back, and reached out with her hands to massage her sizeable bosom, beginning with light squeezes and brushes with her fingertips and nails. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 01:07:41</strong>
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				<br>Cherri notice Harvey motions her to come to him, so she quickly stood up and move to directly in front of him. She kneels down and slowly looked up at him, and then acknowledges her present to him.<br><br>"Master." she lightly said. After Mistress kisses Harvey, he led Cherri to the room next door. There was not very much in the room and Master stop next to a table that was in the center. Cherri came up to her, and started to kneel in front Harvey when he as slap her across her face. As he lifted her up with no problem or effort, he was shocked to hear her reaction to his slap.<br><br>"Thank you Master." she said. He was her Master and had the right to do whatever he desire to do to him.<br><br>He did not said anything but sit her on the edge of the table and push her back so she was laying half way back on her elbows. She looked up at him and smiles to him as he spread her long slim legs upward in the air. She held them in that position after he release his grab on her legs to unzip his pants, and then he started to talk asking questions.<br><br>"No Master, you are the first man to ever spoke to me or have touch me." she said. "Mistress was saving me to give to a Master later." Her Mistress taught her everything she needs to know how to please a man, but it was always her Mistress that did everything to her using a strap on dido. When he asked his second question, she gave him a very sexy smile.<br><br>"Yes Master, I was made to please my Master and Mistress in every way possible." she said. "Your pleasures and desires are my only desires. I will serve you in every way."<br><br>He unzips his pant and brought out his manhood. Cherri want to look at it to see how they really looked like in real life but he held it just out of sight. Harvey move back up close to her push his shoulder against her spread legs, and it was then she felt sometime rubbing against her thighs and over her open. She moans feeling it rubbing against her, and she felt it was not his finger that he was rubbing her with. She closed her eyes as her motion started to growth and she continues to moan.<br><br>"Master." she whispers between her moans.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 07:06:03</strong>
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				Amy winces as her hair is grabbed and she is tugged down to her knees, although the woman is not as hard as she could have been. Part of her wishes the man - Harvey - had chosen her, she was better with men, generally. Let the other girl deal with Mistress's ire.<br><br>The same deft, experienced fingers that helped with Loli's corset - of little use, but that wasn't her fault - undid the woman's pants and underwear, sliding them down her hips. Without much ceremony, she pressed her head to the woman's crotch, experienced tongue darting out as she gently presses the woman's thighs apart, Loli's attentions largely lost in the focus of not pissing this woman off more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 13:49:15</strong>
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				Harvey moaned in pleasure as he felt Cherri's body react to him. He imagined all the fun things they could do with three obedient slaves. This particular one was amazing. Maybe a little bit too bimbo ish but he could forgive her for that. He leaned forward a bit and placed his hands on her breasts and started playing with them with his fingers and kissing them with his mouth. She was soft as silk and whoever owned her before they did, they made sure this woman was kept in tip top condition.<br>"You are soft bimbo. I like that."<br><br>He know that to keep her a bit feisty, she needed a little training but other than that, she was perfect. After a rough kiss on her lips he took a step away from her, looked at her naked body on the table and smiled.<br><br>"Show me how you would please yourself Cherri. Enjoy yourself."<br><br>The man took a seat and watched the girl follow his orders.<br><br><br><br>Meanwhile in the other room, Staicey was a little less subtle. One hand was firmly locked in Amy's hair, pushing her upwards to her crotch. The tongue was warm and she could feel it wasn't the first time Amy was doing this.<br>"You're a good little slut aren't you Amy?"<br>Her eyes drifted from Amy's face to Lolita's face and made a kissing motion. Her other hand ran over the girl's back.<br>"Looks like my husband is having a good time," she grinned as she watched through the dark glass to the other room.<br>"Come on Lolli, please this redhead slut. She wants it. Don't you Amy?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 14:38:28</strong>
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				Loli did not dare take her eyes off her new mistress, not even when she mentioned her husband in the other room. Instead, she nodded, and got down on her knees behind Amy. Her hands did not leave the redhead's bosom, toying with the fleshy globes as she pressed her hips against her firm buttocks. Amy wasn't responding to her, probably because she was busy pleasing Mistress Staicey. Loli would have to take things up one notch. She allowed her right hand to wander down Amy's stomach, her well-manicured nails leaving a light trail across her skin, until she came to her destination between Amy's legs. There, she tapped lightly at Amy's clit, her fingers teasingly wandering near her slit, but not delving in yet...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 06:30:48</strong>
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				Feeling her head pulled up, she nods softly at both questions as her tongue works at Staicey, wiggling her rear back at the other girl to encourage her on. When Loli finally reaches her clit, her back stiffens, driving her mouth against Staicey, a startled, pleasured gasp vibrating down the woman's eagerly probing tongue.<br><br>Grinning to herself while she works, she parts her legs slightly for Loli to make her job easier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 06:48:32</strong>
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				Cherri body tense up when she felt Master touching her breasts with his hands. She looked up into his eyes watching his emotions, and wondering if he was pleases. He then lean forward and kisses her nipples as he uses his thumb to rub against the other one. She tries not to moan, but she could not resist and the sound slip out of her lips as she started to close her eyes. Lightly she bit down on her lower lips as Master continues to take pleasure in her breasts.<br><br>Grabbing her by the back of her neck, he pulls her closer to him, forcing a kiss on her lips. Cherri only resisted because it happen so fast, and so unexpectedly, but the kiss also left her motionless under him afterward. She love the roughness he took, it was different than what she was uses to with her Mistress. Perhaps that why she was turned on by the rough play that he just did. Slowly as if she was dreaming, she opens her light blue eyes and notices him stepping away from her. At first, she thought she might have done something wrong, but then he told her to play with herself.<br><br>She watched him sit down where he could get the best views and waited for her to perform. Cherri smile at him as she spread her legs wide, allowing her heels to rest on the edge of the table. Using her index fingers on her right hand, she brought the finger up close to her mouth. Then she move taking the finger into her mouth where she start to suck on it. Slowly sucking on it as if her finger was a lollipop, she moves it in and out of her mouth several times with her lips tighten around the finger.<br><br>With her finger good and moistures, she pulls it out slowly, and smiles at Master as he watches. With her legs spreads, she was open revealing her warm pink insides as she moves her finger down over the openings. Tracing the edges of her open, she circles it allowing her finger to move inward with each loop she made. Then she moves her fingers to touch her clit where she stops as she gave out a moan. She continues to rub it as she stares into the eyes of the man, and her tongue lightly running around her lips to keep them moist.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 11:43:11</strong>
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				Staicey watched Lolita take charge at Amy and as she pressed Amy's head closer to her thighs, she smiled. This one was going to be easy. All of them needed some training and she had decided that for that training, she would take them home until they were ready to stay at the club. Soon enough this building was going to be their home and they would get a small room they had to share with the three of them. No personal belongings, no privacy, no nothing. They were here to make money and she didn't care if they liked it or not. The money was good and if they wanted to leave they could. Except the blonde bimbo of course who she had bought. She was hers for the rest of time and by the looks of it, Harvey was enjoying her in the other room. <br><br>She yanked bank Amy's head and stood up.<br>"Lolita wants to play Amy. Go ahead, show her the slut you are. Play with her."<br><br>The roughness would be for later, crosses, whippings and all that was for later in their training. It was late at night and Staicey was tired after a long day at work. She knew her husband was going to have his fun with Cherri and when he was done, they'd go home, sleep and tomorrow, the training would start. She watched the two girls in front of her and couldn't help but smile at the thought of them hanging on a waterwheel or a cross.<br><br><br><br>Back in the other room, Harvey felt his body react to Cherri's actions. It was a little weird how docile she was and the fact that they had to buy her but already he knew it was money well spent. Her face might not look like much, this body was just made to be fucked. Trying to hold himself down as long as he could, eventually he gave up and walked to Cherri. As he grabbed her legs, he pushed them down towards her body and rammed his cock inside her. Soon he was fucking her hard and rough slapping her face and breasts gently every now and then. God this body was good. Maybe, just maybe it was even better than the skinny body of his wife.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 05:37:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cherri was doing as Master requested of her, and she was getting turning herself on. Her finger was getting wet as she use it rubbing all around her opening, pushing it in and out. She knew what felt good, and often done this same request for her old mistress. Living with her Mistress since she was a small child, she knew what turn her mistress on, but this was a Master and she was not certain if he was even getting turn on. Cherri gave him a sexy innocent smile and she took her wet finger and brought it up to her lips, where she barely open them and push the wet finger in between the tight lips.<br><br>Master stood up and came toward her, and Cherri was not certain why as she locks eyes contact with him to see if he was pleases or mad about how she was performing her duties. He grabs her legs lifting them up and flipping her back on the table. Pushing hard he forces her legs down against her shoulders, folding her in half. Then Cherri felt his manhood against her womanly lips, and a light screamed came out of her lips as her eyes open wide. Mistress had use a strap on dido a lot on her, but Master was wider and long and a pleasurable pain shot through her body.<br><br>She was trying to submit to him, but his large cock was pushing against her so hard she was starting to slide on the table. As his weight held down her legs, he reposition his hand, cupped his hands where her thighs and body folded at her hips, and use her thighs to pull her onto him, impaling her on his hardness. She moan and a squeak of a screamed came from her lips as he continues to pound deep into her, only to slow down to slap her on the face a couple of time, and then on the breasts as he watches them shake from his ramming.<br><br>He could see it in her face that she was in an unknown area. She had been taught what to do, but never actually experience it until now. With her training, she had no choices but to submit, for it was her duty to serve and pleasures her owners; and she knew of nothing else but her duties.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old Scotia (BDSM/Nightclub)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 08:07:38</strong>
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				Amy turns, regarding the younger, seemingly less experienced girl curiously, her lips and chin glistening with the results of her efforts on Staicey. Smiling softly, she cups her chin, a devilish grin crossing her face.<br><br>"And what would you like sweetie? My mouth on yours? My fingers between those lovely legs?" She looks up at the woman running the club. "Or perhaps she was onto something?" She seemed more than willing, if for no other reason than to get her back in the good graces of Staicey.
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