Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)
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				Title: <strong>Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 06:40:22</strong>
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				“Honey, it will do you good to get out, besides didn’t you say you needed to get a few things?”&nbsp; Janet persisted, prodding the reluctant Megan out of bed.&nbsp; “C’mon Meg, I’ll drop you off and pick you up at 5.&nbsp; Surely you can get whatever you need done in that amount of time.”&nbsp; Meg grumbled and rolled out of bed, stabbing an accusatory finger at her best friend.&nbsp; “You know I haven’t felt like doing anything since Anthony dumped me.” She stalked off to the bathroom and turned the water on.&nbsp; Maybe a hot shower would do her some good; at least it would muffle her nagging friend. Meg knew Janet was only trying to help, but she could be so annoying.<br><br>Pulling her nightshirt over her head, she let it drop to the floor and stepped into the shower. The hot water invigorating, raining down on her pretty face. Megan just stood letting the water cascade over her head and body, her mind drifting to her breakup. She had been a trophy wife to Anthony. Petite and curvaceous, she had long, silky chestnut hair, sculpted features, soft, full lips and deep set blue eyes framed by long, thick dark lashes. Her only flaw now was the jagged scars where she had slit her wrist in a fit of depression. She had loved Anthony, had worked so hard to make a good home, be a good wife and he had dumped her for his secretary. Meg was only twenty-five, hardly an old crone.<br><br>Shaking her head, she blocked the memories and concentrated on bathing. She squeezed the soap-laden sponge letting the soapy water trickle over her full, firm breasts, the large dusky nipples pebbling on contact. She still shaved her mound, increasing the sensitivity of her sex. The water had cooled and her fingertips were pruned by the time she stepped out of the shower. Drying off she dressed in denims, t-shirt and sneakers, Brushed out her hair and was turning to go when Janet poked her head back in. “Ahh finally I was beginning to think the drain had swallowed you, you have lost so much weith Meg, we need to fatten you back up.” Janet took her arm and escorted her downstairs and outside where her car was running, ready to go.<br><br>Five minutes later Janet pulled up in front of the mall entrance. “Ok hon, call me if you need to, otherwise I’ll meet you right here at 5 okay?” Meg nodded as she exited the car. Turning to wave, she straightened her spine and walked into the mall. No one would guess by looking at her that she was recovering from a nervous breakdown.<br><br>Meg strolled through the mall, totally oblivious of the stares she received from passing men, even without makeup, she was pretty, with makeup she was stunning. She spotted the mannequin in a dress shops window display. Drawn like a bee to honey she couldn’t resist entering the shop to find the dress that was on display. Once upon a time, she could have walked in the shop and purchased the entire store without blinking an eye. Now she barely managed on the pittance Anthony paid her in alimony.<br><br>She ran her delicate hand over the soft lavender silk of the dress. It was gorgeous; diaphanous it looked like it was made for a dancer, to swirl around the knees in a flutter of pale silk. Still fingering the material, she was once again lost in memories and didn’t hear him approach.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 07:07:51</strong>
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				James could own the mall if he wanted to. He could own every little shop, bark orders at all the little managers, give discounts to all the pretty women, and overcharge all their little boyfriends. In fact a year ago if this thought had struck him, he would have done just that. Instead he had made a more prudent investment in a coffee shop. A shop that was constantly growing and had driven a few of those silly Starbucks shops off the block. This merely meant he had achieved even more wealth. Despite all his trying, he could not do wrong with his investments.<br><br>So, he came to the mall. He was looking for something small. Some worthless, charity case for him to dump some money on. Bagels on a stick, no, unique concept far too many opportunities once his financial advisers caught wind of it. Mom and Pop, sounds promising, adult videos. The lawyers would take his name off it before he had the check signed. There was nothing. Malls were already full of corporations, and all the unique and fresh ideas, were too good. He needed a way to lose some money. Like a girlfriend, but less, intimate.&nbsp; A project, to be trained, used, and ultimately disposed of.<br><br>That is when he saw her. He only really saw her from behind, but he could see they way people stared at her. Men and women could not help themselves. He could tell from the way she hld herself, the way her hair shined, the fact that she was staring at one of the finest dresses you could fin in this part of town, that she belonged in something other then simple shirt and jeans. He would approach her slowly and speak softly. He did not want to startle her, but wanted to make sure she heard.<br><br>"You belong in that dress. You should own that dress, and make all the people in this mall let there eyes linger even more then they already do. And you know it. So the question becomes, why haven't you purchased it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 08:03:15</strong>
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				Startled by the deep, male voice in her ear, slithering over her skin. Trembling, Meg spun around. Blue eyes wide, she stepped back, he was far too close for comfort. Her gaze slid over his tall, muscular frame before meeting his dark eyed gaze. “Umm…I can’t afford it, I was merely looking,” she nervously stammered. Trying to ignore him, she moved away from the dress to rifle through the racks of sale merchandize. Why wouldn’t he leave? She could feel his presence looming over her, following her with his eyes. He made her nervous, men in general made her nervous. He was obviously wealthy, like Anthony.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 08:26:34</strong>
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				The wealthy do have an air about them. Well dressed, well groomed, and a certain body type. The either took no care of it at all, let themselves become pale and lifeless. They had the nutrition to stay skinny, but no effort. Or, they made use of their free time, as James did, and gave themselves bodies that only money could by. And only free time could create. He would smile at her as she turned. Something polite and honest, but in the wrong atmosphere, probably a little creepy. He would watch her as she shopped and call over a clerk, giving her a small note and a wad of cash.<br><br>He would then head for the door, stopping to say one last thing. "There is no such thing as a free lunch." A simple statement. It didn't say much, but it said enough. In his eyes it was certainly enough that she should not be surprised to see him again. Shortly after she left the clerk would approach her and ask her to go into one of the fitting rooms. In that room was the dress, in her size. The clerk had been told to double check, but he had in fact picked the correct dress for her. "It's paid for then. You can wear it out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 09:44:17</strong>
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				Meg almost jumped when he stopped to speak, his warm breath wafting over her ear. What in the hell was that supposed to mean? No such thing as a free lunch. She would find out after she exited the shop. She turned to watch him leave with a heavy sigh.&nbsp; <br><br>The clerk approached and asked her to follow her.&nbsp; She led Meg into a dressing room. Confused Meg looked around, her eyes slid over the lavender dress, the same one she had been looking at earlier.<br><br>“I…I can’t afford this, take it back,” she told the clerk.<br><br><em>“It's yours, already paid for,”</em> her practiced eyes took in Meg’s shabby mode of dress. <em>“You can wear it out; I’ll put your clothes in a bag. Actually, he requested you don the dress and leave the shop."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 09:53:07</strong>
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				He would be waiting when she left the shop. Just out of sight, so that he could see if she had, indeed, worn the dress out. If she even left the store holding a bag he would assume she had accepted the dress. If she had accepted his gift, he would walk briskly to catch up with her, a big smile on his face and an eager look in his eye.<br><br>"Now you look like you should. Maybe a little more dolled up for our next date, but good enough for Italian in the food court." He would slip his arm through hers, and begin escorting her toward the food. He did not give her time to think, trying to make it as simple as her following his demands. However, should she hesitate he would tug softly at the dress. "Nothing is ever free. There is always a price. And for accepting this dress, you'll have to attend a free lunch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 10:49:32</strong>
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				<br>Meg sighed and fingered the silk again. The dress was exquisite, but she wasn’t sure that it would look good on her. Anthony had undermined her confidence, she no longer even thought of herself as pretty. She considered herself barely passable. She never noticed the way men reacted to seeing her.<br><br>She tugged her t-shirt over her head, and then stopped to look down at her feet. Her Nike’s would go with the dress. She removed her shoes and socks, unbuttoned her Levis, and slipped them over her creamy thighs. Neatly folding her clothes, she set them in the chair and slipped the dress on. The soft material sensually slid over her skin to float just above her knees. It draped over her shoulders, dipping low in the front and back. She had to remove her bra because of the way the dress fit.&nbsp; Her nipples immediately pebbled, the feel of the material stimulating her sensitive nipples.<br><br>The clerk reappeared with a bag and put her clothes and shoes inside. Smiling at Meg, she escorted her out. Meg felt silly in the fancy dress with her bare feet but it was better than wearing her Nike’s.<br><br>The man appeared at her side, smiling widely, his eyes sliding over her body, a look of appreciation in his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now you look like you should. Maybe a little more dolled up for our next date, but good enough for Italian in the food court. Nothing is ever free. There is always a price. And for accepting this dress, you'll have to attend a free lunch."<br><br>Taking her arm he escorted her to the food court when she hesitated he tugged at her dress to propel her forward. Reaching the food court, he directed her to a table set away from the others. Ever the gentleman, he held a chair out for her, Meg sat down, and he scooted the chair up to the table before heading off to order their food.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 20:53:18</strong>
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				He kept an eye on her as he retrieved the food, making sure that she didn't decide this was all too strange and try to leave. He also kept an eye on her because he couldn't help himself but to stare. She was a beauty, and he was curious to learn more about her.<br><br>He returned to the table with the finest cuisine one could get from a mall. Slightly over cooked pasta in meat sauce, and a paper cup full of soda. He went all out, which meant a salad that was mostly lettuce and bread that had a vague taste of having been near garlic at some point. He presented it to her as if a waiter at a real restaurant, and then poked his bread with a fork as he sat. "Interesting texture to it, don't you think?"<br><br>He had a plan in his head, and idea of how and where the conversation would go. The plan also included letting her ask any questions she might have, while he enjoyed his meal. There was a chance that his proposal could go wrong, and he wanted to at least spend one afternoon with this woman before driving her off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 01:29:42</strong>
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				Meg watched him order the food, debating whether to flee or not. She hadn’t had a conversation with a man, with anyone in months, and the prospect of spending time with him frightened her.<br><br>He brought back a plate of pasta, salad, and bread along with a soft drink. Meg picked at her food, she knew she should eat, but she had no appetite. She had lost at least thirty pounds and while never fat, she had been voluptuous. Now she bordered on being too skinny.<br><br>Tongue-tied, she had no idea what to say other than express her gratitude for the dress. “Umm thank you for the dress, I will pay you back somehow, but it may take some time,” she tried to smile again, but her face felt frozen. Falling silent once more, she kept her head and eyes downcast and tried to eat the bland food.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 02:34:24</strong>
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				He had expected that a lack of conversation was probably just as likely as a lot of confusion and questions. So the silence that overshadowed the table was nothing unexpected.&nbsp; He finished his meal just as she brought up the courage to speak to him. And he would smile politely as she spoke. "You are repaying me for the dress by allowing me your company."<br><br>He moved his plate off to the side and put his hands on the table. "Now then, to the business at hand. The dress looks great on you. But you need more. Bracelets, shoes, probably another dress or two. You seem a woman of high standards, why aren't you meeting them?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 02:44:13</strong>
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				Megan laughed bitterly, her eyes brimmed with tears.&nbsp; Blinking to clear them she looked up meeting his gaze.&nbsp; "High standards?&nbsp; I used to think nothing of spending thousands in a designer salon, but those days are long gone.&nbsp; My ex husband dumped me for his bimbette secretary and I lost everything.&nbsp; My home, my belongings.&nbsp; His lawyer made sure I walked away with nothing but the clothes on my back and a pittance for alimony."&nbsp; She looked off, the tears threatening to start.<br><br>"I truly loved him, I tried to make him happy I guess I wasn't good enough." She lowered her head and eyes, absentmindedly rubbing the scars on her wrists.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 03:23:31</strong>
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				He would nod softly, she had broken down rather easily. He listened intently to her story and trailed his fingers along the table and took her hand in his. For now he ignored her scars, focusing on what she was admitting to, and what he could do about it. "You married a rich man for love, and it bit you in the ass. I propose that you give yourself to a rich man, solely for the money." his hand went up immediately to placate the fear he was sure she would have. "Nothing so crude as sex for money. I merely proposing that you become a kept woman. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 04:19:51</strong>
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				Megan fought the impulse to jerk her hand out of his, he had been nothing but kind. Leaving her hand in his, she trembled; it seemed as if it had been years since a man had touched her in an intimate fashion. Yet, his hand, gentle on hers was intimate, the tone of his voice, calm, confident, empathic.&nbsp; <br><br>Megan had finally started to relax, the tension melting from her bones, her rigid posture softened, her smile felt genuine.Then his proposition out of the blue felt as though he had bludgeoned her with a hammer. “A…a...a kept woman?” she jerked her hand out of his, her eyes incredulous. “Are you crazy? I…I…I’m not that kind of woman.” A solitary tear streaked down her cheek. She had started to trust him. Closing her eyes she wished she was home, she wished she’d never let Janet talk her into this outing. She stood and grabbed the bag. “Wait here while I change, maybe they’ll give you your money back, I need to make a phone call first though.” She walked down the empty service hall stopping at the phone booth first.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 04:50:22</strong>
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				He moved quickly to catch up with her, putting a hand on her shoulder. He was trying to calm her down, trying to get the attention away from them by making it look like a couple's squabble. As he got near he tried to talk to her again, trying to make the whole thing sound reasonable. "I already told you, the dress is yours for the price of eating with me. There is no need to change. Just stop walking away and let me finish."<br><br>He moved to stand between her and the store. He kept an eye open for her cell phone, which he would grab the moment he saw it. There was no telling who she might be calling. "There is nothing wrong with being a kept woman. Certainly nothing about it that is worse then being a discarded woman." He pulls out a business card. James Ransom, CEO CoffeeBar Lmtd. Proof that he wasn't just some creep, but an actual somebody. Not much, but a start. "We can start slow. Lunch for a dress. Shoes and a necklace to go with it, will cost you something a little more public. There is an event tonight. The dress you have on would be perfect attire, and I ask only for you to escort me there. Nothing more. At the end of the night, you go home with the dress, the shoes and my business card. And then it is all up to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 06:14:02</strong>
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				Megan sighed when he caught up with her moving around to stand between her and the store. Hanging her head she had to take several deep breathes to stave off the panic that threatened to consume her. She took his card scanning it. “Why me?” she asked. “I’m nothing special; a man like you could have any woman he wanted. I’m flawed, I don’t deal well with parties or events, I’d only embarrass you,” she nervously chewed her lower lip, tears welling in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 06:30:17</strong>
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				He gave a soft sigh and snatched the card back from her, and pointed it at her nose. He was starting to question whether this was a prudent investment of his time. "You're absolutely right. I probably could have any woman I want. And you are flawed. The man that you loved, told you he didn't want you. The man that is standing in front of you, does want you. If your flaws are so bad, you might not get another chance like this. And if they aren't, then this event will break you out of that depressing little corner you've painted yourself into."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 12:32:45</strong>
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				Megan clenched the fingers that held the business card, confusion and guilt flashing through her eyes.&nbsp; Chewing on her lower lip, she mulled over the incidents that had led her to be here with him in the first place.&nbsp; He wasn't asking her to sleep with him, only to accompany him to a private affair, a dinner of some sorts.&nbsp; It would thrill Janet if she accepted and give her a chance to wear the beautiful dress he bought her.<br><br>Looking up she nodded her head.&nbsp; "I'll go, no strings attached right?" She would have to give him her address.&nbsp; Checking her watch she realized she only had another hour before Janet would arrive to take her home.<br><br>"My friend will be here in an hour to collect me," she told him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 05:13:00</strong>
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				He smiled when she accepted and began to relax. He looked content, like he had just gotten away with something. The same look he had when he closed a business deal that his lawyers thought was crazy. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "Speed dial two is my private limo. Call around six, the dinner starts at seven."<br><br>After handing it off he then proceeds to pull out a credit card. "Now, let's see about getting you some shoes. We only have an hour now, don't we." His personality returned to what it was when he first approached her. Calm, cool, and confident. He took her arm in his and started toward the part of the mall where they kept the shoes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 08:30:47</strong>
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				Megan smiled, still a bit nervous in his presence, her eyes widened when he pulled a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to her. Clutching the small phone as if it were a lifeline, she listened to his instructions and nodded her head.<br><br>"Speed dial two is my private limo. Call around six, the dinner starts at seven. Now, let's see about getting you some shoes. We only have an hour now, don't we?"<br><br>Taking her arm, he led her to the nearest shoe store. Sitting down, she watched in silence as he selected several pairs of shoes for her to try on. She ended up with a pair of lavender stilettos with a strap running around her ankle. Standing she took a few steps, a little wobbly, it had been a long time since she had worn heels. But the shoes matched her dress perfectly as if made for it, and they showed her shapely legs off, emphasizing her calves. Megan spun around laughing wit delight, her dress floating around her lush thighs, the silk slithering down her soft flesh when she stopped.<br><br>“What do you think?” she asked meeting his dark gaze in the reflection of the mirror.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 09:00:32</strong>
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				He would give her a soft smile and give a nod of approval. They matched the dress quite well, and they were an overall nice shoe even without the dress. Even with nothing at all. He would have to keep that in mind for the future. For now, she was simply his guest. And she seemed to be very much enjoying herself now that she had gotten past her initial reaction.<br><br>"I'm glad I could make you smile. It lights you up, gives you a glow that is reserved for the most beautiful of women. And your laugh, well, it floats." He would be happy to keep her happy. Keep her enjoying herself. He had to make sure she knew that she wanted what he was offering her. No second thoughts, no lingering doubts. He would deal with her mood swings later, and she with his.<br><br>"It's only been about forty five minutes. Come with me to the jeweler. I have an idea of what you will be wearing to the event, but I'd like to see what catches your eye. You're okay with surprises right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 10:40:34</strong>
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				Megan beamed; she hadn’t felt this good in ages. He was so kind, not even Anthony had made her feel this good, this wanted when they dated. She felt giddy like a high school virgin on a date with the hottest, most popular boy in school. <br><br>Her eyes widened in surprise when he started talking about jewelry. Like any woman, she loved jewelry. “I love surprises,” she gushed leaning against the counter next to him while he paid for her shoes.<br><br>She slipped her arm through his as they walked to the jewelry store, her nervousness had started to fade, he put her at ease made her feel comfortable, never pressured her, he hadn’t even mentioned sex. Anthony had pressed her for sex after buying her dinner at an exclusive restaurant on their third date, guilting her into letting him take her virginity. She brushed the thought of those days away, not wanting them to color her happiness this time. She was going to be okay, finally after months she felt like she would be okay and survive without him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 23:18:19</strong>
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				He smiled softly when she volunteered her arm. As much as he was enjoying walking with her, leading her around, and such, it was good that she was now giving him her arm so that he could. It was another step toward bringing her into the world he had set out for her. The jewelery store he brought her to was actually fairly cheap, but it had a wide variety of knock off jewels. Made it easier for her to divulge what she really wanted, without the awkward 'spending five thousand dollars on a necklace'. He suspected that the longer this went on, the less she would care what she was spending, but for now he wanted her to feel comfortable.<br><br>He stopped her after letting her try on a few things and hearing what she had to say about them. He held up his wrist and let her look at the time. It was fifteen after, her friend was surely getting impatient by now. Once she was gone he would thank the clerk, give him a generous tip and leave without having purchased anything. His actual purchase was made downtown, where he could get a much nicer piece.
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				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 05:27:21</strong>
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				aMegan hadn’t been in a jewelers in months. She perused the necklaces, bracelets, earrings shamelessly trying on anything that caught her eye until she saw the price of the piece she was looking at. She glanced up at him with a shy smile. It was obvious which pieces she liked from the length of time she spent examining them.<br><br>“These are lovely,” she told him holding up a few pieces. A matching set of necklace, earrings, and tennis bracelet set with dark sapphires and diamonds in platinum. The color of the sapphires matched her eyes. Hearing the time, she sighed and reluctantly put the jewelry back smiling at the clerk.<br><br>Turning she took his hand so he could escort her to her pick up point. Walking outside she spotted Janet in her car and turned. “Thank you for the dress and shoes, I had a lovely time. I will call you in an hour.” She impulsively leaned up and kissed his cheek then turned and ran over to Janet’s car and got in, looking back at him as they drove off.<br><br>“Have a good time honey?” Janet asked curious about the man Megan kissed. Megan sighed dreamily. “I had a wonderful time, you like my new dress and shoes?” she laughed. “He bought them for me, we have a date tonight.” <br><br>“Oh Megan that is wonderful,” she patted her leg smiling as Megan fell silent.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 20:37:09</strong>
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				The store they were at had gold silver an platinum, but not quality goods. They were all worth the price marked, but they were mass produced and uninspired. James did not approve of those things for two reasons. Firstly, he wanted something unique, something custom. And second, it was good business sense to use the downtown jeweler. His company worked with this jeweler, and he was a known gossip. By the time he showed up at the party, everyone would talking about his purchase and speculating on what it meant.<br><br>He picked up a few items and had them boxed and left in the limo before he was taken home. The driver was instructed to wait on her phone call and to take her wherever she asked, so long as she arrived no more then a half hour after the start of the event. In the back seat, she would find four boxes, three marked with a jewel. And one unmarked, with the word last written upon it.<br>Earings<br>http://www.kingsandqueensgtc.com/images/Saphire_Earings.jpg<br>Bracelet<br>http://www.jewelrycentral.com/img/productImages/4975.jpg<br>Necklace<br>http://www.2die4jewels.com/images/brace/712%20sapphire%20(1).JPG<br><br>The final box would be something unexpected, but contained a note to ease the possible discomfort it would bring.<br>"It is up to you to wear any of this. And with this particular item, up to you if I ever find out you put it on."<br>G String (blue), with a diamond band <br>http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51B3FVDKQPL._AA280_.jpg<br><br>----------<br>As she approached the event, it would start to become more clear what it might be. IT was being held at a private residence. A large expensive mansion of a house, but a private residence none the less. Everyone was dressed semi-formally, but with a casual air about them. There were a few men in black tie attire, but they were generally on the arms of a very social female and looking awkwardly out of place. The driver would stop right at the front and open the car door for her. A few people would stare and then whisper to one another, shrug, and go back to what they were doing.<br><br>Inside the decorations seemed to match her jewels. A lot of blue, a bit of silver, and buffet tables full of crystal plates and serving dishes. The area that seemed to be the center of activity had several tables, surrounding a rather large birthday cake. And at the head of the table, the man of the hour, James. He would stand and wave her over, separating himself from a few people that he had been speaking to as she entered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 04:15:01</strong>
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				On the way home, Megan had Janet stop at the drugstore and picked up cosmetics. Blush, mascara, liner, eyebrow pencil, lip pencil, and gloss. Arriving home, she freshened up and expertly applied her makeup to enhance her features, subtle jet effective. Spritzing her body with Victoria’s Secret Love Spell, she smiled at Janet, who had been watching her like an overprotective mother since seeing her come out of the mall on James’s arm.<br><br>“So what do you know about this guy?” Megan laughed, handing her his business card. “He’s nice; he bought this dress and shoes and has invited me to accompany his to this event. He seems honest.” She busied herself putting her makeup away, tucking her gloss into her clutch along with her body spray. “I thought you would be thrilled for me. He’s handsome, intelligent, and obviously wealthy.”<br><br>“Yeah just remember Anthony was all that before you married him, then he turned abusive and faithless.”<br><br>Megan sighed. “I’m willing to take that chance, don’t worry I’m guarding my heart.” Picking up the cell phone, she called the driver and walked downstairs to wait.<br><br>Twenty minutes later the driver arrived and opened the door of the stretch limo for her to get in. Settling in her seat her eyes widened seeing the four gifts. One by one she opened them marveling at the beautiful, expensive jewelry, her smile brilliant as she put them on. Sapphire earrings, a diamond and sapphire tennis bracelet and a matching choker all set in platinum. Feeling a bit like a fairy tale princess, she read the card on the fourth gift.&nbsp; <br><br>"It is up to you to wear any of this. And with this particular item, up to you if I ever find out you put it on."<br><br>Opening the package, her jaw dropped open, eyes widened. Inside was a sapphire blue g-string adorned with a strand of diamonds. Megan hesitated knowing the only way he would know would be if she showed him. Impulsively she pulled her panties off and slipped the g-string on feeling very decadent, like a kept woman.<br><br>Fifteen minutes later the driver pulled under the Porte-cochere of a large mansion, stopped and got out to open her door. “Thank you,” she murmured flashing him a sincere smile. Nervous, she slowly approached the front door, knocked and a butler ushered her inside. At least she didn’t feel out of place in her dress, others were dressed in a casual chic, some men in black tie with socialites clinging to their arms.<br><br>The décor in blue and silver, long buffet tables set with crystal and gleaming silver serving dishes. The hub of activity centered around a large table, a huge custom birthday cake on a table to one side. James was holding an audience at the head of the table. Catching his eyes, she smiled as he stood with a smile and motioned her over. Megan walked over, her eyes locked with his. Joining him, he pulled out a chair for her and sat down. “It’s beautiful and so are the jewels, thank you James,” She whispered in his ear.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 17:59:47</strong>
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				He smiled softly and gave her a light nod. "I aim to surround myself with the finer things. That includes adorning those around me with beautiful jewels. Although, I must admit, even if I had bought you nothing and brought you here in jeans and a t-shirt, you would still shine brighter then anyone else in the room."<br><br>James would not give her time to respond. He stood and tapped his spoon against his glass. Then put the glass back down and gave a loud clearing of his throat before speaking loudly to gain everyone's attention. "People, if I might make an announcement!" IT was loud enough for everyone to hear, and had an obvious spark of annoyance to it. Most of the people in attendance moved quickly to sit at the tables, a few heading outside to gather those who had sought fresh air, and the smokers. Once the crowd had settled down to a gentle hum of activety, he would begin.<br><br>"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to join together Mr. James Ransom and the beautiful, five teared triple chocolate cake. If anyone objects to this union... You can just get up and leave my house right now. No one gets between me and my birthday cake." The room began to laugh. Some of it genuine, most of it forced. A keen ear might even pick up a bit of nervous laughter from the older gentlemen that seemed a bit our of place. CEO's of some of the businesses James kept afloat. The genuine laughter, was mostly from the group he was entertaining when she first arrived.<br><br>"On&nbsp; a more serious note, a quick run down of activities, so you might know when to go back to smoking, or flirting with my cousins, or whatever you people do when I'm not standing behind you. As we speak a line of servers is waiting for my cue to bring out the soup and salad. For you lawyers out there, be warned: soup is served hot. In about thirty minutes there will be steak, salmon, chicken, and shrimp cocktail. Two hours after that, cake and ice cream. I don't care how rich you are, cake and ice cream will be served at my birthday party."<br><br>With a wave of his hand two butlers open doors and the soup and sald begin to flood the room. The first to be served is, of course, James. They had also been instructed to serve his guest before anyone else. "Your favorite soup, miss...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:54:59</strong>
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				His compliment brought a blush to her cheeks.&nbsp; She hadn’t been complimented since her divorce.&nbsp; Her ex-husbands friends and associates were always complimenting her looks, her figure, and her sense of style.&nbsp; However, she became a social pariah after the divorce and realized they had all been fakes, brownnosing her to placate her husband.<br><br>She listened to James make his speech, stifling a laugh at the nervous twitters of most of the guests.&nbsp; James was obviously feared, respected and very successful. He waved his hand and two butlers opened the door to admit a line of waiters.&nbsp; The affair was more extravagant than anything her ex had put on.&nbsp; A waiter appeared at her side and set a steaming bowl of soup in front of her.&nbsp; She inhaled the delicious aroma of tomato bisque.<br><br>With a nod from James, she started to eat her soup.&nbsp; The first taste was indescribably rich and buttery.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, a look of sheer pleasure crossed her features.&nbsp; “Oh James, this is absolutely incredible.&nbsp; Please may I have the recipe?” she asked.&nbsp; She wanted to make it for her roommates.&nbsp; One of Megan’s passions was cooking and she could whip up a meal worthy of a gourmet chef. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 03:11:37</strong>
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				He gave her a soft smile and chuckled a bit. "I'm glad you like it. I'll arrange to have it sent home with you. Or I'll be sure to give you some time with my cook. Either way, you'll end up with the recipe." He too had taken the tomato bisque, and a Chicken Caesar salad. Despite his wealth and extravagance, his mannerisms betrayed something of a common background. Indicating his wealth was predominantly 'new money'. He picked the croutons from his salad and munched them happily, tossing a couple into his soup before starting on the salad itself.<br><br>He didn't bother much with using the right fork for the right meal either, despite having them set. Clean fork, salad, clean spoon, soup. So long as he had a sharp knife when the steak came, and a fork for desert, he would be content. Throughout the meal people would interrupt him, apologizing profusely and giving him gifts. Some were simple tokens, globes and golden pens with a company logo. Some were personal things parents had talked the children into making. Nothing was actually a decent present. Even the gifts his friends gave him weren't all that great. A whip with his initials in the base. A pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. A box of various flavored, odored, and otherwise 'special' lubricants. The most interesting thing was what appeared to be a silver sculpture with&nbsp; a unique design. He was about to show this one off, before his friend gave him a whisper. Which prompted him to hid this box along with the others. "Can't get these guys to take my birthday serious. And can't get any of the stuffy business men to get me anything good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 10:03:31</strong>
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				<br>“Thank you James, I’ll just take the recipe I know how territorial chefs are,” she beamed at him. She watched him eating the croutons tossing some in his soup and chuckled at the absurd impulse to grab them and start throwing them at some of his stodgy guests. She leaned over and grabbed one of his croutons. “Betcha I can pop him in the cheek,” she grinned mischievously, her eyes twinkling.<br><br>Meg watched with interest as one by one the guests approached with birthday gifts, the gifts ranging from personalized knick-knacks made by children, to bland corporate give aways to gag gifts. She raised an eyebrow as he pulled out n odd silver object and the hushed whisper to leave it until he was home.<br><br>Feeling guilty that he had purchased all these expensive gifts for her on his birthday and she had nothing to give him she smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flushed. “Happy Birthday, I wish I had something to give you.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 10:16:21</strong>
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				By the time the last of his presnt reached him, dessert was being served. He sent a butler around to take ice cream orders. It was planned this way, one of the last events of the night would be roll call. He wouldn't do anything severe to anyone that left early, but he would be sure to make it known that he noticed they were missing. He liked to watch them squirm.<br><br>After his cake and ice cream were set in front of him, he surprised the server by asking for some almonds. He set them to one side and let the men get back to work. IT was during this distraction that his friends present their gifts, and Megan gave her quiet apology. He would smile at her and take her hands. "The only person that can truly get a man the perfect gift, is the man himself. And I found you."<br><br>He turns back to the table and picks up an almond, which he holds between his fingers and flicks, crashing it into the side of a mans rocky road. He looks around the table, a bit baffled, and then scoops up the almond, swallowing the evidence. James can't help himself but to laugh. "I think you made this party the greatest ever."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 11:25:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking her small hand in his, he smiled at her. "The only person that can truly get a man the perfect gift, is the man himself. And I found you." Meg blushed, lowering her eyes. She was amazed at how relaxed and comfortable she felt with him. Even with Anthony, she seemed to always be sitting on the edge of her seat, waiting for the proverbial hammer to fall.<br><br>Because of the mind games, he had played with her during their marriage and the total devastation and financial ruin he had bestowed on her in the divorce settlement. Meg found it hard to relax around anyone, much less a man.&nbsp; It was a testament to her recovery and Janet would be pleased and happy if she was here to see her.<br><br>Puzzled by the dish of almonds she watched in amusement as he took one and flicked it at an executive.&nbsp; She burst out laughing unable to keep a straight face as the man looked around trying to determine who the culprit was.&nbsp; She leaned into James, both of them laughing. "I think you made this party the greatest ever."<br><br>“No thank you for making this the best day of my life, you were a godsend today,” she whispered smiling up at him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 20:31:30</strong>
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				He got a strange look on his face. It was still a smile, but it was different, almost dark. In his mind, he had won already. There was no way she wouldn't agree to stay with him now. He just had to make sure to play it slow, and not scare her off. "I don't know if I'd go that far. But we can discuss it after the goodbye march."<br><br>Almost as if on cue people began to come up to him, a little disheveled from the party, but with their jackets back on and their shalls draped over their shoulders. 'It was a wonderful party; Happy Birthday; I've got something to show you, call me monday.' And his responses, were just as rehearsed. 'It isn't a good party without great guests; Thank you, and thank you for the gifts; Have a nice drive home Mr. Monday.'<br><br>At the end of the night only the head table still had guests. And they too began o head off. Some of them in to the mansion, obviously staying the night, and a few headed out to cars. "Nice party James, but if you ever get some time off, I want to throw you an old school, poor people bash. Without the stuffed shirts." He gives Megan a soft smile. "It was good to meet you. If I knew he had a woman in his life, I probably wouldn't have given him a gag gift. It would have been the same bondage set, it just wouldn't have been a joke." He gives a flash of his eyebrows and heads off before James can react to it.<br><br>"Well then, it seems the party has come to an end. And I've just now realized that I did not get you here early enough for you to enjoy the dancing." He stands and offers her one hand, giving a signal to his butler. Music begins to fill the air, gentle and slow. "May I have the honor?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 05:49:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan raised an eyebrow when his friend came over to explain his gift and winked at her as if she would know what he was talking about.&nbsp; Totally clueless to the BDSM lifestyle she just smiled at him.<br><br>After he left and James asked her to dance, she hesitated it had been months since she had danced.&nbsp; Taking his hand she let him lead her out to the area set aside for dancing, the band struck up a slow song with a signal from him.&nbsp; Taking her in his arms, they swayed to the music, her head against his shoulder sighing with contentment.&nbsp; "This has been a wonderful day and night James, thank you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 07:00:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The music was being played in every room of the house. The band had actually packed up hours before, but he had continued to pump music through the speakers all night. One doesn't become rich by paying a band to play when everyone is eating. He would lead her all over the house, into one room and out another.<br><br>He wasn't leading her anywhere in particular, although he did dip her when they where near a bed. He would pull her back up and continue on to the next room. When he finally stopped his dancing, they had somehow ended on a balcony, overlooking the main hall where they had been eating.<br><br>The room was busy again, this time with maids and butlers and cooks. All working quickly to clear out the room and take away the leftover food from the party. Some of them danced with the platters they carried, others nearly tripped over themselves in surprise when she noticed James was watching them. "I am glad you enjoyed yourself. And I wish to remind you, that it does not have to end here. I want to keep you, if only you are willing to be kept."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:04:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg was floating on a cloud of bliss. Dancing through the different rooms of the large house, she giggled like a smitten schoolgirl every time they neared a bed and he dipped her.<br><br>He pulled her up his arm around her waist, standing on a balcony overlooking the large dining hall.&nbsp; The room thrummed with activity, servants bustling about clearing leftover food, gathering soiled tablecloths, and replacing them with clean linen. Some stumbled realizing he was watching them.<br><br>The jovial man who had danced hr through the rooms like a fairy tale princess turned serious, his eyes on hers. "I am glad you enjoyed yourself. And I wish to remind you, that it does not have to end here. I want to keep you, if only you are willing to be kept."<br><br>Meg lowered her eyes mulling over the events of the day and this evening. On impulse, she answered him.<br><br>“I would like that very much James; I am yours if you’re sure you want to keep me. I’ll be obedient.” she smiled brightly <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 08:30:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He spun her around and kissed her very firmly when she responded so positively to his request. Surely she had no idea what was in store for her, but she had said yes. He was excited and eager to expose her to her new life. But he couldn't be hasty, had to keep her wanting to be there. Had to stick to the plan.<br><br>He broke the kiss and smiled brightly. "I hope I was not presumptuous. Are evening has been wonderful, I wanted to mark it with a kiss." He gestured back into the room the balcony extended from. A rather large master bedroom. It was decorated very much like any other single man's bachelor pad. If he lived in a simple studio apartment, it would probably be exactly like this room. Perhaps smaller. He even had a small kitchenette, in case he didn't feel like waiting for his chef. He led her to a desk on one side and pulled out the chair for her to sit.<br><br>"A simple contract, keeps things on the up and up. I wrote it up quickly after meeting you. It ensures that I give you anything you ask for, so long as it is reasonable. And all things considered, even if you ask for the moon, I'll probably make some sort of arrangement. In exchange, you are mine. You are my escort. You shall attend company events, handle household affairs, and obey me completely without question. This arrangement can end in four ways: I call it off, we decide to take things to a higher level and get ourselves a new contract, death, and you walk away. You can walk away from the arrangement at any time, and take with you anything I have given to you. Except that necklace. That necklace is to remain on you at all times, and the removal of that necklace ends the contract. You take it off, and it means you are walking away." He made it sound pretty, and the words on the page seemed to follow his explanation, with a few technical terms and legal jargon thrown in for good measure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 15:24:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg simply melted in his arms when he kissed her. It was like sunlight after being shrouded in eternal darkness. Where for months her future had seemed bleak, her future with James brightened her outlook. She only had to guard her heart and not allow herself to fall in love with him and all would be good.<br><br>“I enjoyed the kiss James, as I have enjoyed everything we’ve done.” She murmured. Leading her into his bedroom, he pulled a chair from his desk out for her to sit in. <br><br>"A simple contract, keeps things on the up and up. I wrote it up quickly after meeting you. It ensures that I give you anything you ask for, so long as it is reasonable. And all things considered, even if you ask for the moon, I'll probably make some sort of arrangement. In exchange, you are mine. You are my escort. You shall attend company events, handle household affairs, and obey me completely without question. This arrangement can end in four ways: I call it off, we decide to take things to a higher level and get ourselves a new contract, death, and you walk away. You can walk away from the arrangement at any time, and take with you anything I have given to you. Except that necklace. That necklace is to remain on you at all times, and the removal of that necklace ends the contract. You take it off, and it means you are walking away." &nbsp;<br><br>Meg nodded and read the contract; it was simple and straight forward, restating what he had just told her. Picking up the pen beside it, she inhaled deeply and signed her name sealing her fate. She was now the exclusive property of James Ransom and must obey his every command.<br><br>Looking up she smiled and handed him the signed document, fingering her collar the symbol of her submission. “What do I call you” she asked.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 22:45:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He remained silent while she looked over the contract and stayed silent while he collected it and hid it away in a wall safe. Once it was settled he would return to her and grab her hands, squeezing them gently. "Until we figure out just what your role will be, we can go with boss. Whenever there are guests, James. However, there isn't anything for a week, so you'll be used to it."<br><br>He led her back to the balcony and gave a sharp whistle. "Edward. Please give the lady a servants tour. See where she might fit best."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 23:31:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg was confused.&nbsp; He had said she was going to be a kept woman and run the household and be his escort to all affairs yet that already seemed to have changed.&nbsp; He was treating her as if she was nothing more than a servant, not what she had imagined.<br><br>She remained silent as he called someone to give her a servants tour.&nbsp; "Will he show me to my room as well?" she asked.&nbsp; If she was to be a servant she should have her own room.<br><br>Sighing she accompanied Edward on the tour, not really paying attention to anything.&nbsp; "Edward if you would show me to my room, I am exhausted and need to rest." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 00:02:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The tour was something a bit more complex then what she was probably expecting, and as such her request to be shown her room struck a chord with Edward. He excused himself and went back to where they had left James. While she waited some of the servants from earlier passed her by. The woman from the dancing couple, adorned with diamond earrings and a fur coat headed out the main door. The girl that had stumbled, shuffled silently down the hall and into one of a series of doors, around her neck was a silver band necklace.<br><br>Edward returned and gave her a small smile. "You are in good standing with the master. We shall postpone the tour until morning, but find me quickly after you rise." He then led her down the hall where the nervous girl had disappeared, to the door at the end of the hall. It was rather spacious, nothing extravagant, but enough to put some doubt into the negative light that might be associates with servitude.<br><br>The bed was large and comfortable and on one side there was a small walk in closet that was filled with dresses of various degrees of taste. From lingerie to ball gowns and a few uniforms as well. Maid, nurse, even chef clothing. And in one corner of the room, a spiral staircase that led to a locked door.<br><br>Edward would excuse himself and leave her to rest. The house was quiet now, which should give her some time to think. But the silence is short lived, and about ten minutes after Edward had left her, the door on top of the stairs opened with an audible click. James would descend the stairs holding two glasses of champagne.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 02:31:38</strong>
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				Edward left Meg in her bedroom and closed the door after him. She explored, a large comfortable bed, a walk in closet filled with all types of clothing including uniforms. Rifling through them, she giggled seeing the short costumes, imagining herself as a nurse; the chef was nothing more than an apron leaving her rear bare. The other clothing ranged from elaborate ball gowns to jeans to what she would call slutty dress.<br><br>The bathroom at one end held a large sunken bathtub, big enough for two, the sides lined with oils and bath salts. A bidet, dressing vanity, large shower and toilet finished out the immaculate bathroom, the floor all Italian tile. Walking back to the bed, she had stripped down to bra and thong when she heard the click of a lock and James appeared carrying two flutes of champagne.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 02:44:39</strong>
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				James smiled as he entered, tilting his head to oe side and leaning back a bit. He wanted to take in her whole form, while he had the chance. He didn't know how she might react to his presence. Whatever that reaction might be, he does not stop his forward progression. He moves to stand next to her and hands her some champagne.<br><br>"Sorry I got a little ahead of myself. Let's have something to drink, have a little chat, and get you into bed." He gave her a soft smile and a nod. "I see you put on the special thong."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 03:51:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Frozen in place, Meg watched wide-eyed as he approached champagne in hand. He smiled and handed her the flute noting that she had worn the special thong. Blushing she shyly smiled. “Yes, it was too pretty not to.”&nbsp; She sat down on the side of the bed and took a long sip to calm her nerves.<br><br>The way he was looking at her set her pulse racing, warming her body, a slow burning fire stoked in her core.&nbsp; “So I am to just be a servant?” she asked nervously fingering her collar.&nbsp; She had to fight the impulse to kiss him, she felt desire for the first time in months and wanted to act on it, but was afraid to.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 04:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would drink about half the glass and then set it down, off to the side. He took a seat behind her on the bed and placed his hands on her shouldrs, rubbing gently. "No, I intend for you to be much more then that. You are to be taken to all through the different tasks of the servants, so that I might discover where your talents lie. In truth, you probably will not need the skills. So long as you keep looking as beautiful as you did tonight. "<br><br>His hands pressed into her shoulders and worked toward the neck, finding hard knots and tender spots and working them approriately. His fingers traced toward her neck and up it while his thumbs started small circles along her neck. She had been responsive to his kiss earlier, this was a more important test. Her reaction to his touch would speak volumes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 05:10:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing at the compliments she melted, his hands slowly rubbing her shoulders, her neck, easing the tension until she was limp and relaxed. Leaning back against him she closed her eyes, the heat spreading through her body to her core.<br><br>Giving in to impulse, she leaned her head back and kissed him softly, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips requesting permission to enter. A soft moan spilt from her lips. “James,” she whispered against his lips, “What do you intend for me to be?" kissing him again.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:08:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was ready for her to melt in his arms, but still a little surprised. This was working out wonderfully. He let her tongue trace his lips, before parting them and letting his tongue clash with hers.<br><br>As she spoke he slid his hands down her arms, and slowly up her sides and along her stomach. "I intend for you to be mine. Completely. Body, mind, and heart. I've given you no reason to deny me any of it." His hands had now reached her bra. He would squeeze softly, cupping her breasts through the fabric.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 14:00:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Meg moaned into his mouth, letting him take control of the kiss, his tongue tangling and dominating hers. After breaking the kiss he made her smile, his hands roaming her body to cup and squeeze her breasts telling her that she was his, body, mind and heart. Hearing that affirmation after the way her ex had hurt her swept Meg off her feet.<br><br>“I willingly submit to your command, if you truly want me then I am yours”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 21:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With another soft squeeze he would release her breasts and slides his fingers lightly along the bra line to her back, unclasping it and massaging up the shoulders gently. He would work it off naturally, rather then pulling it off. Then, his hands would go back to her breasts, lifting them lightly and letting his fingers press into the supple flesh. He bent in and began to kiss her neck lightly. Up to her ear, which he would nibble lightly.<br><br>"I need you to do more then submit. I want you, to need me." His thumbs would brush lightly over her nipples at this statement, and after it is said, his mouth is back on her neck, biting softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 21:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg moaned, his hands working their magic.&nbsp; She let her bra slip off after he unclasped it.&nbsp; His mouth on her neck, her ear, down to her nipples then back to nip at her neck.&nbsp; Her knees weak she was about to collapse.<br><br>Leaning into him she ran her hands through his hair.&nbsp; "I do need you, gods, please take me, I need you," her sex dripping she had never been so aroused in her short life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 22:09:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let her go and stood on the side of the bed, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt and sliding it off, before dropping his pants and boxers in one easy motion. His body was muscular, but not well defined. Obviously fit, but still soft. And he was obviously eager to move forward, his penis was fully erect.<br><br>He leaned down&nbsp; and kissed softly up her legs, along her thighs, and over her covered mound. He took the string of diamonds in his mouth and slid his fingers to the top of the panties, pulling them off slowly. Once they had fallen to the ground, he urges her legs open, and stays where he is, planting light kisses on her sex, and lightly trailing his tongue along her moist lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 23:48:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg's eyes smoky with desire, she watched as he slid his shirt, pants and boxers off, his shaft erect.<br><br>Moaning as he kissed her leg, her thighs her thong covered mound.&nbsp; Her fingers twisted in the sheets, body writhing, his fingers ridding her of the thong and coaxing her legs apart with his hands.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please..it's been so long, I need you inside me," she whispered his mouth and tongue teasing her soaked sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 05:00:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He licks deeply, letting his tongue curl and flick against her clit. He then moves up her body, planting gentle kisses p her stomach, along her breasts, her chest, her neck, before finally placing a firm, deep kiss on her lips. As he presses into the kiss, he also presses his hips toward her, sliding himself into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 05:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg's body responded to his kisses, shivering with each lick, nibble, kiss as he worked his way from her clit up her body to her neck.&nbsp; Taking her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, she moaned into his mouth.<br><br>The sudden smooth penetration, wrenched a gasp from her lips, her eyes flutter shut, hips match his thrusts.&nbsp; It had been far too long since a man had made love to her, taken the time to build her to a fever pitch and ensure a silky passage toward orgasm.<br><br>She shuddered, her body tensed as her orgasm exploded through her body, rolling through her like a thunderstorm to center in her core.&nbsp; Her muscles spasmed around him, her nectar flowing freely, drenching him with her sweetness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 06:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was shocked to discover just how worked up she was. He had taken his time and taken care to ensure her pleasure, but her orgasm came as a surprise.<br><br>The wetness spilling out of her made it all the more easier to make long forceful thrusts, but maintain a steady and quick pace. The spasms of her ecstasy gripped his penis and milked it hard. Try as he might, it was not long after her orgasm that he achieved his. His seed pouring out of him and bursting into her. His arms wrapping around her, his face buried into her shoulder, biting softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 06:26:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hot seed spilling into her womb wrenched a long, drawn out wail of pleasure. Spent he collapsed atop her, biting her shoulder as if to mark her as his.<br><br>Lying there trying to catch her breath, her eyes widened, body tensed with the realization that they hadn't used any protection and she wasn't on birth control.&nbsp; He may want to keep her, but would he still want her should she become pregnant?<br><br>Clearing her throat, she softly kissed him.&nbsp; "Have you had a vasectomy?" she asked.&nbsp; "Because I'm not on birth control and we just made love without protection." she trembled in his arms, waiting anxiously for his answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 06:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would roll off to one side, keeping her in his arms, but staring up at the ceiling rather then at her while he spoke. "I am aware of what we just did. And I'll ask you not to question my virility again. If anything comes of this union, we will deal with it when it becomes an issue."<br><br>He sits up and gives a soft sigh, shaking his head. "I thought you might want comfort and closeness, being that it was our first time together. But if you are going to kill the mood with these worries, I might as well head off to bed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 06:44:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes teared up as he started to get up.&nbsp; "Please, don't go, I.." she sighed softly.&nbsp; "I didn't mean to question your virility, you were wonderful, it's just that my ex expected me to take care of birth control...He...he..he made me have an abortion when I slipped and got pregnant."&nbsp; Her insecurity was going to kill her new relationship.&nbsp; She wouldn't blame him if he took her back to her friends.&nbsp; Choking back a sob, she met his gaze, her eyes wet with tears.&nbsp; "Please don't leave me," she begged.&nbsp; "I need you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 06:52:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head again, and combed his fingers through his hair. He moved to the edge of the bed, and coaxed her over to him pulling her in close, and letting her cry against his chest. "There is no need to worry. I'm not about to ask anyone to have an abortion."<br><br>He slides his fingers through her hair now and leans back, so he can lift her head and have her look into her eyes. "And I am leaving you now. But only for the night. No need to get melodramatic."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 07:03:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His arms around her, letting her cry comforted her.&nbsp; She looked up at him when he tilted her head to tell her he was leaving her for the night and chided her for being melodramatic.<br><br>Pulling away, she wiped her eyes.&nbsp; "I'm fine now.&nbsp; I guess I'll see you in the morning."&nbsp; She draw the covers up and lay down as he left.&nbsp; Sleep, when it did come, haunted her with images of her former life with her ex-husband.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 21:21:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When morning came, Edward entered her room and shook her awake, pulling off the covers and pulling on her arm. He was forcing her awake, no matter how soundly she slept. "Up mistress. Into the shower and into your maid's uniform. The master wants you attend to the cleaning of his bedroom."<br><br>Once assured that she was up and on her way he would give her a soft smile, filled with disdain. "Count yourself blessed. Even I am forbidden from entering his room. Then again, my ass&nbsp; isn't nearly as firm as yours." He gestures toward the stairs. "Should be unlocked by the time you're ready."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 21:49:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rudely shaken awake the next morning, she swatted at the hand that shook her shoulder. Sighing she sat up blinking slowly. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at Edward as if he was insane. “Maid’s uniform,” she questioned. “Very well, out please,” she shooed him out, scowling at his comments.<br><br>Quickly showering and drying off, she retrieved the maid’s uniform, if it could be called that. Black fishnet seamed stockings, black thong and garter belt, a strip of material for a skirt barely covered her ass. Apron to cover her chest, showing a generous amount of cleavage, 6” stilettos in black and to top it off a little white maids cap.<br><br>She dressed and opened the door to attend her Master, hoping he would like her uniform.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 00:16:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she entered the room she was greeted with the sound of a&nbsp; hard slap, and the slamming of a door. James walked back towards the center of the room after it was shut, black slacks and shiny professional looking shoes on. White shirt and collar ruffled and undone. At this time of day, best bet was that he was in the middle of dressing when someone had knocked o another door and interrupted him. He gave her a slight nod and motioned to the bed. <br><br>"First thing, make the bed. If you hadn't been so difficult, it would probably still be kept from last night. Then, attend to the laundry. The bookcase slides easily, there is a washer and dryer in he room beyond. Then dust or sweep or whatever maids do. I've got work to do." He barely acknowledged her, or the skimpy outfit she wore. He was almost a different person. Almost.<br><br>"When our work is complete I will introduce the household to the new lady of the manor. I want to make sure they respect you and treat you right."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 00:45:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg entered his room watching as he dressed for work.&nbsp; With barely a nod from him, he advised her of her duties.&nbsp; Make the bed, do the laundry, dust and sweep along with whatever else needs cleaning.&nbsp; Practically ignoring her, she stood with her head lowered waiting for him to finish.<br><br>Introduce her to the staff as lady of the manor? Hell she felt like one of the servants why bother? But she didn't voice her opinion, she held her tongue. <br><br>Once he left she started cleaning .&nbsp; It only took her two hours.&nbsp; Not knowing what to do she sat down in an easy chair and waited for him to return.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 01:31:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was doing his work from the desk where he had kept her contract. There was a laptop there now, and he busily typed and clicked and calculated. When she took a seat at the end of her work, his head shot up quickly and he looked over at her, a curious expression on his face.<br><br>"Excuse me princess, but could you be so kind as to tell me why you're sitting down? How am I to ask the staff to respect you, if you aren't held to a higher standard then the rest?" He stands and approaches her, grabbing her wrist and lifting her from her seat. He pulls her to the bed, which as some small steps leading to it, and points under the bed. "On your hands and knees, clean out under the bed.&nbsp; shouldn't have to be watching you to make sure you do it right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 02:12:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg sighed.&nbsp; "I'm through I don't know what you expect of me," she said in response to his question.<br><br>Pulling her up from her seat, he led her to the bed and told her to get on all fours and clean under the bed.&nbsp; She wasn't about to argue with him, so she did as he said.&nbsp; Making sure the floor was clean beneath the bed.&nbsp; Scooting out when finished she looked up from her position on her knees.&nbsp; "Is there anything else Master?" she said a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 02:38:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wouldn't give her time to come out from under the bed. While she was under he would flip up the short skirt she was wearing, and slip two fingers past her panties. They would be inserted deep, and his other hand would come down strongly, slapping her rear end. "You are not through, until told you are through."<br><br>His thumb would come up and insert itself in her anus. He was now, little holding her by her pussy. Anywhere she tried to go, he could squeeze his hand and pull her or push her back into position.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 02:44:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg gasped his fingers penetrating her while she was still under the bed.&nbsp; Moaning as he smacked her ass, she almost jumped when his thumb slid inside her anus.<br><br>She trembled, his voice harsh as he laid down the law.&nbsp; She was malleable pushed and pulled wherever he chose to position her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 02:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He puled her into the center of the room, a plushly carpeted area with no real discernable purpose. "If you truly can't find something to do, you can at least keep me entertained." He popped out his fingers, sucking on two, and taking a hankerchief to the one from her anus. " You're a dirty girl, how about you clean yourself up?I bet the handle of your duster could get all the way into your dirty self."<br><br>He stared at her, his eyes looking dead serious. He had gotten her here, it was time to show her just what kind of guy she had agreed to submit to. And for him to see just what kinds of buttons he could press on her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 03:27:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shocked by his request, Meg swallowed nervously.&nbsp; His eyes held an almost dangerous gleam, he was serious, he expected her to fuck her anus with the handle of her duster.<br><br>Inhaling sharply, she grabbed the duster from the end table and slipped her thong over her silken thighs tossing them aside.&nbsp; Sucking the handle to lubricate it, she got back on all fours, chest pressed to the floor, ass in the air and slowly inserted the handle in her anus.<br><br>Moaning, she closed her eyes and started fucking herself, wishing it was James fucking her instead of the handle.&nbsp; After&nbsp; a few minutes she humiliated herself.&nbsp; "Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me...please!" she begged.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 04:45:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was nearly done, and had she asked permission, she probably would have been told to just sit and wait. But, she had a problem with attitude. He was finished with his work by the time she started begging him to fuck her. But he took his time, checked his accounts, sent some emails. Let her fuck herself for awhile.<br><br>"You are a dirty little slut aren't you. Just met you yesterday, and today you're fucking yourself in the ass with a duster. I thought you'd be more of a challenge." He walked over to her, make a slow circle around her, before stopping behind her. He pushed the duster deeper, as deep as he could, until just feathers stuck out. Then he ran his fingers along her pussy, giving it a soft slap. "You need me to fuck you? You need to me slam myself into your horny little cunt?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 08:57:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg was degrading herself, her face red with shame, but she couldn’t seem to stop. She was fucking her own ass because he told her to. She couldn’t read his expression but his words made her feel like a whore. She moaned loudly when he pushed the duster in as deep as it could go making it appear as if she had feathers growing out of her ass.&nbsp; He ran his fingers through her velvety, wet folds and slapped it. Meg was at his mercy, so hungry for his cock, all she thought of was him taking her ass, her pussy, her mouth just like the dirty whore he said she was.<br><br>"You need me to fuck you? You need to me slam myself into your horny little cunt?"<br><br>“Gods yes, please fuck me, I need your cock... pleasae fuck me hard!” she begged like a shameless slut. Her cheeks red, embarrassed but she couldn’t stop herself.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 18:10:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked around to stand in front of her face, and crouched down. He lifted up her chin and gave her a gentle kiss. And then began guiding her back to a standing position.<br><br>"Maybe later dear. We have to go address the staff." He gets her standing and then heads for the door. He opens it slightly and then speaks to someone. He closes the door and turns around. "Leave that in. Walk out this door, and introduce yourself. You are the new lady of the house. Chosen by the master. And, do try to provide compelling reason as to why you are better then them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 19:45:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Lifting her chin and kissing her tenderly, he stood to help her up. The feathers still jutting obscenely out of her ass. Meg obediently left the duster in and walked out the door. Standing on the balcony overlooking the main hall she cleared her throat. “If I may have your attention please,” she called out, the various servants halting to look up at her.<br><br><em>“I am the new lady of the house, chosen by the master and I expect to be treated with respect,” </em> she began amidst the sudden quiet chatter and just as many sneers from some of the female servants. <br><br><em>“You can cease your chatter, I am not a cruel person, and I will treat you as I would wish to be treated. Treat me with disrespect and expect the same from me. Treat me with the respect due my position and I will treat you with respect. Is that clear?” </em> she waited, her eyes scanning the assembled servants.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 23:29:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				James was actually rather surprised by her speech. He had forgotten that she was indeed a lady of high tastes. She was probably used to servants. At any rate, this wasn't exactly about how well she could relate to them. Even if he did give him a good feeling to know that she could.<br><br>He ducked down and followed behind her, masking his arrival. Sitting at the balcony, he would be able to hear everything that was going on, without the staff realizing his presence. It also gave him a position for a little fun.<br><br>"Keep talking. You stop before I tell you to, I'll make sure everyone sees these feathers."<br><br>His head moved under her skirt and his hands pressed at her legs, spreading them apart. His face moving in and licking at the folds of her vagina, fingers spreading them, thumb rubbing light circles along the clit.<br><br>The crowd continued to mumble amongst themselves. Not impressed by her, but certainly interested in what she was saying. Just as many people looked hopeful, as others looked horrified.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 10:29:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Keep talking. You stop before I tell you to; I'll make sure everyone sees these feathers."<br><br>Meg was at a loss, she had no idea what else to say, “I don’t know what else to day,” she whispered to him. Turning her head, she gasped seeing his head beneath her skirt, his hands prodding her to open her legs. Meg obeyed, rewarded with his tongue licking at her vulva, his fingers spreading it so he could suck and lick her clit.<br><br>Fully aware that everyone was watching her, waiting for her to say more, she moaned, louder than she expected. Her breathing hitched as she started talking to the servants again, her voice changing in pitch ever time he hit a sensitive spot.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 19:39:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her reactions and her changes in pitch started to get the crowd talking again. As they grew louder James bit down on her clit, before pulling back to speak. "You're losing them."<br><br>He reached around and tugged lightly on some of the feathers, spinning the duster inside her. And then latching his face back against her pussy his tongue probing into her, licking her, rubbing delibretly against her inner walls.<br><br>Down on the floor one of the maids got bold. "Put your hands where we can see them princess. Only the master is allowed to get off on yelling at me. If you want him to give you a proper fucking, you might want to get the stick outta your ass."<br><br>James nearly choked when he heard this. He always loved that phrase, and the fact that she really did have a stick up her ass made it that much more fun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 21:42:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was driving her crazy, tugging on her feathers, eating her pussy and expecting her to make a coherent speech and keep from crying out with pleasure.<br><br>She shifted, biting her lip to quell the moans that threatened to spill from her lips.<br><br>Hearing the rude maid she growled and placed one hand on the banister the other she pointed at the woman.&nbsp; "Watch your tongue.&nbsp; It's not my fault that the Master prefers to fuck me over you.&nbsp; Your jealousy is showing bitch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 21:55:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The maid got a surprised look on her face. She hadn't expected such a response. New girls usually had some shame driven into them on the first day, and the ones that tried to act tought, were easily brought into place. It had certainly worked on her.<br><br>"You worry about your own tongue. Spend too much time worrying about mine, and you'll start seeing it all over master's body."<br><br>James pulled back again, replacing his tongue with fingers, and fucking her hard and fast with them. "Remember, you have authority over most of the staff. You need these girls to respect you. Or to fear you. If you can't run the house, maybe I'll let her do it."<br><br>He was enjoying himself. She was struggling to stop herself from screaming in pleasure, while dealing with the staff. Being the voice of authority while in the midst of being treated like a whore. Vocing dominance while being reminded of how low her submission could take her. He'd have to explore this again in the future.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 22:05:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg never broke stride, she looked the girl up and down and sneered.&nbsp; "If you are so good, answer this.&nbsp; Why are you there and I'm the one sharing his bed and favors?" Meg laughed and added.&nbsp; "I think it's time you were replaced and I don't mean in Master's eyes.&nbsp; Don't forget you are expendable and I see nothing before me that would tempt him to throw me over for. Lose the attitude or hit the street do I make myself clear?" she growled out the last sentence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 22:15:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl would finally back down at this point. She didn't necessarily believe that she would actually be fired, but she certainly didn't want the master to be disturbed. She backed up and lowered her head, trying to blend back into the crowd. Every single person in the room, now staring at the new house mistress, waiting for her orders.<br><br>James, twisted his fingers in side of her and bent them, rubbing hard along her g-spot once he found it, and sucking her clit hard. The other han pulled on the feathers some more, pulling it out slowly before shoving it back in to the hilt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:02:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg bit back a moan, his servants were awaiting her orders, the troublemaker had blended back with the others.&nbsp; James however, was driving her to distraction.&nbsp; A triple assault, his fingers curved and rubbing her g-spot, his mouth on her clit sucking and nibbling on the sensitive, engorged nub, and his other hand pulling the duster free only to slam it back inside her anus as hard and deep as possible.<br><br>With the sensations&nbsp; he was wreaking on her body it made speech impossible.&nbsp; She was edging toward the abyss of pleasure.&nbsp; "Go on about your normal duties, nothing will be changed at this time," she choked out.<br><br>As the servants drifted out she exploded her body convulsing, muscles spasming, her screams of pleasure echoing in the great hall drifting to the servants, letting them know that the Master had been tormenting his new slave as she addressed them.<br><br>The orgasm finally ebbed and Meg collapsed to the floor, her breathing ragged, eyes dilated, lips parted to inhale great gulps of air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 21:12:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she collapsed to the floor in orgasm, he guided her down. Didn't want the feather duster doing any permanent damage back there. Once she was on the floor, he pulled it out and tossed it into the room, closing the door.&nbsp; He licked his fingers clean and then wiped it dry on her dress. He didn't wait for her to recover any, he simply wrapped his&nbsp; arm with hers and pulled her up.<br><br>He dragged her around with him, giving her enough leeway to avoid collapsing, but not giving her time to think about where she was going. He took her through the house to a door he had avoided during the dance they shared the night before. The room was a giant bed. Black, fuzzy, sheets and blankets an pillows all over the room. And boxes of toys and devices hanging from the ceiling. Once the room opens he throws her forward onto the bed, closing the door behind himself.<br><br>"I, am not pleased. Do you know why I am not pleased?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 21:26:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Helping her up, his arm wrapped around her waist, he dragged her along, taking her through his house to a room she didn’t recognize. Decorated entirely in black with boxes of toys and strange devices hanging on the wall, she gasped when he threw her on the bed and shut the door behind him.<br><br>Confused she gazed up at him, her lips parted, softly panting. "I, am not pleased. Do you know why I am not pleased?" &nbsp; Oh gods, he was angry, but she had no idea why.<br><br>“What did I do wrong?” she asked in confusion, scooting back on the bed until her back was pressed up against the wall, watching every move he made with narrowed eyes. She was frightened and confused<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 22:48:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slowly removed his shirt and dropped his pants. His was nude, standing before her, standing rigidly, and making sure she took note that e was fully erect. He looks from it to her, and then holds up two fingers, curlign them slightly, to try and illustarte his point. <br><br>"It wasn't that hard a question. I am not pleased, because I was busy pleasing you. And you, selfishly orgasmed. Without so much as a warning or a thank you." He walked over to the corner of the room and retrieved to leather braces and walked over to her. "Put those on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 19:40:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg's fingers curled, clutching the sheets beneath her.&nbsp; She watched wide eyed as he shed his clothing, her eyes riveted to his fully erect cock.&nbsp; Licking her hips she looked up into his eyes as he explained by he was displeased.<br><br>"It wasn't that hard a question. I am not pleased, because I was busy pleasing you. And you, selfishly orgasmed. Without so much as a warning or a thank you."<br><br>Inhaling sharply, her cheeks reddened, she hadn't given him a second though and he was right, shehad behaved selfishly. <br><br>She took the leather cuffs, examined them then fastened them on.&nbsp; "I'm sorry Master, you are right I was being selfish, what can I do to please you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 20:54:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she hand the leather cuffs on he wold walk to her, grabbing one wrist and pulling it behind her back, tapping the other to encourage her to give him the other. They were made to link together easily, and hidden in the fluff was a short chain, which he would also attach to it.<br><br>"You are going to spread your legs, and take whatever I give you. You will give in to your passions. And you are going to count just how many orgasms you have. If you're going to be selfish today, you should certainly make the most out of it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 22:22:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg blinked as he pulled her arms behind her back, linking the cuffs together.&nbsp; Eyes wide in shock as he told her what to do, she blushed and lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide, watching him.&nbsp; She wasn't ready for this, she thought o herself.&nbsp; Closing her eyes she waited for him to mount her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 19:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let his hands glide softly up her legs, two fingers rubbing gently and spreading her pussy. He gave a soft lick to taste the juices that still lingered, flicking across her clit to make sure her body was ready to take him. He had plans for her, but he could not resist taking advantage of the situation. He moved his hands up her body until he was in a position to take her. He slid his cock in gently, letting it fill her before he started a slow steady pace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 21:07:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><br>Already aroused, Meg softly moaned, his hands sliding up her legs to rub her pussy, spreading her folds with his fingers.&nbsp; Crying out, her back arched, hips moving toward his mouth as he licked her nectar form her heated, throbbing pussy.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, his hands moved further up, positioning himself between her thighs, he sheathed his cock. Meg moaned, his cock filling her, her hips rolling up to meet his thrusts as he started a slow and steady rhythm.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 21:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her moan would roll out in unison with his own. The feeling of her pussy wrapped around his stiff member as he filled her was exhilarating. Each thrust came faster as the feeling of being inside her overwhelmed his senses and made pulling outward almost painful. Pulling out would be quick, but entering would be quicker, and more forceful, hilting himself with her pussy and lingering for a moment to enjoy the sensations of the tight wet security of her delicate opening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 02:49:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Meg felt stretched, his cock much larger, in both length and girth than her ex husbands. Realizing what she had been missing she moaned, the pleasure exquisite. He started thrusting, pulling out quickly, and then slamming back into her even faster and harder. In minutes, despite her tightness, he was fully hilted in her sheath with each rapid thrust. Meg started thrusting back, her moans of pleasure echoing in the room, her scent of floral, musk and sex permeating the air. “Yes…gods... harder please Master,” she begged, her body-nearing climax. With a scream of pleasure she came, her body shuddering, pussy tightening around him, trapping him in her velvet sheath.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 18:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had already been hot and bothered by there secret little game while she addressed the household. He had dreamt about fucking her after the night they had spent together. Everything was in play for him to slip over the edge. Hearing her call him master almost did it, but with a gulp of restraint he pressed on. Her orgasmic scream shattered his mental block and he reached orgasm with her flooding her pussy as her orgasm caused her pussy to squeeze and milk his cock.<br><br>He pulled out shortly after his orgasm completed and dug around the comfortable room. He retrieved a dildo, which he pressed against his pubic hair, letting her see the comparison."I call this, Master's Proxy. It does the job when I'm, otherwise engaged."<br><br>He flipped a little switch on the bottom and it started to wiggle. It was a bit unnatural to see in such a realistic device and he quickly turned it off. He pressed the toy against her slick pussy&nbsp; and pushed it deep inside. He flipped the switch, letting it wiggle lightly inside her as he moved about the room, collcting a couple other things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 19:38:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg panted, gulping sweet air into her starved lungs. His orgasm had triggered another in her. She was so sensitive, so wet, and was slowly floating down from the euphoria of mind-altering orgasms.<br><br>She watched him once he’d pulled out, he moved around the room bringing a dildo back. Holding it up, it was a replica of his cock. ”I call this, Master's Proxy. It does the job when I'm, otherwise engaged." He told her, and then pressed a button on the faux cock. She giggled watching it writhe and thrust like the real thing.<br><br>She gasped as he pushed it deep inside her and turned it on, the sensations stoking the fire in her core, her desire flaring anew. Her dark eyes watched every movement he made as he walked through the room collecting unknown objects. Meg moaned, her body already responding, writhing as if he was fucking her. She belonged to him now and had to obey him regardless of her wishes.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 19:55:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After collecting a few objects he got on his knee between her legs and clicked off his toy. He removed it from her and then pressed it against her ass, pushing it in slowly, letting the juices that had collected in her pussy and coated the&nbsp; device act as a lubricant.<br><br>He let it sit in her, in the off position, as he ready the next device. It was a common device as of late. A rabbit. But a special one with a long stem of rotating beads and a bit of a clamp on the clitoral stimulator. Nothing painful, but certainly a different feeling from the quick rubbing vibrations. This device was put into place, filling her slightly more then his own penis. The rows of bearings inside spinning in opposite directions once it was turned on. And then the one in her rear.<br><br>"Are you enjoying yourself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 23:56:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg groaned, protesting the loss of the dildo, so like her Masters’ cock. The writhing dildo turned off, she gasped when he pressed it against her anus, slowly sliding it in. She threw her head back, moaning with pleasure. Then slid another device in her pussy filling her in both orifices. Turning them both on, her hips undulated, sounds of pleasure breaking the silence. The insidious device in her pussy and the twisting and thrusting dildo in her ass pushing her toward another climax.<br><br>"Are you enjoying yourself?"<br><br>Meg was too wrapped up in the ecstasy of her filled sheaths to answer coherently, nodding her head, her eyes rolled back in her head. So close to orgasm she could taste it.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 17:49:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could tell she was close by the way her body was twisting, writhing. Her inability to speak said more then the words she could not get out. His hands pushed on the devices, letting them in a bit deeper, forcing them to give all of there vibrations, all of there ungelations to her, nothing wasted in the air outside her. And his mouth would drop to her chest, kissing across it softly, teasing at the edges of her nipples but never giving them full attention. She wouldn't need that extra stimulation, he would wait for her orgasm to&nbsp; hit.<br><br>When she went over that edge he would take one breast into his mouth and attack her nipple with his tongue.&nbsp; His hand would massage her soft flesh while he greedily sucked and nibbled. His free hand brushing lightly against her chest, but only enough for her to feel it, without overstimulating her senses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 10:49:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg’s eyes rolled back in her head, her back arched. The sensations of both dildos vibrating inside her overwhelming. She could feel them so close together through the thin membrane that separated her pussy from her anus. Her whimpers and moans growing louder as her orgasm started to crest.<br><br>His mouth kissing a trail from one breast to another, teasing at her nipples but never taking them in his mouth. With a guttural howl, she climaxed her muscles clenching around the dildos, her honey flooding, wetting the sheets beneath her. His mouth descending on her breast, stimulating her sensitive nipple with his tongue, his other hand brushing over her other nipple only enhanced the climax. Finally, it started to ebb, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her entire body oversensitive and shuddering.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 18:35:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would take a few steps away from her at this point and find a small, clean, white g-string. He would have her put this on, and then help her back into the maid uniform, releasing her from the restraints he had around her wrists.<br><br>The toys were on a low setting, still vibrating, but compared to what they had been doing, not all too stimulating anymore. "You will leave this in all day. You will do household cleaning with the other girls. Dusting, sweeping, mopping. You will do your chores, but also, make sure the girls do theirs. You are free to garner power, respect, or both, however you see fit."<br><br>He helps her to her feet and gives her a soft pat toward the door. "One more thing. Remember to keep count." As he says this, he smiles and produces a remote. He uses this remote to give her a sudden hard vibration in the anal toy, and then stop it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 21:19:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Handing her a clean g-string, she bent over to put it on. Her ass and pussy throbbing from the stimulation of the vibrators he had slipped inside her. Meg sighed as he helped her back into her maid uniform, releasing the restrains from her wrists, and giving her instructions.<br><br>Informing her the vibrators were to remain inside all day and that she would clean the house alongside the other girls. She was to do hers and oversee the other girls as well.<br><br>He helped her up and sent her off with a gentle pat on her derriere and one last reminder to keep count. He smiled and pressed the remote to the anal plug. Meg whimpered as the unexpected hard jolt set her anus throbbing.<br><br>Meg descended the staircase to start her chores, having to admonish several girls who had taken a cue from her earlier nemesis and questioned her authority. She smiled having effectively put them in their place with her admonishment.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 22:21:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There were times in the day when her but plug would vibrate hard for a short period of time. Others, when her dildo would slowly build up for a long medium paced intense action. It was never predictable as to when these things would happen.<br><br>Sometimes, he would be watching. Waiting for her to lift a vase and hitting her hard on both ends. Sometimes, he would be working, casually hitting the button in the course of his work. Or possibly accidentally so, giving her stronger longer vibrations then he realized.<br><br>He would nod to her through the day, but would not speak more then a few words until it was time for dinner. She was invited to sit down next to him. A few of the other girls at the table as well.<br><br>"Darling, these are the heads of the house. Head nurse, actually has a professional medical license. Lawyer, of course licensed. Accountant, no license but is my liason to the professional CPA's. And Head of house staff, is my man servant."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 05:22:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her day was anything but dull. Her Master intermittently making one of the vibrators turn on, building her intensity, bringing her close to orgasm and then stopping. She could do nothing but groan in frustration, never knowing when he would activate one or the other.<br><br>The most frustrating times were when she was lifting a breakable item only to be hit with a doubly hard jolt, almost making her slip and drop the object. Her eyes would look up and scan the balcony for him, sure he was watching.<br><br>When she would see him, he wouldn’t speak just simply nod his head in acknowledgement. At dinner, she was invited to sit next to him. Some of the other girls seated at the table as well and more than one glare leveled at her. He introduced his staff to her.<br><br>"Darling, these are the heads of the house. Head nurse, actually has a professional medical license. Lawyer, of course licensed. Accountant, no license but is my liaison to the professional CPA's. And Head of house staff, is my man servant."<br><br>She murmured greetings to all of them then sat quietly, her hands in her lap as they served the soup.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 06:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands moved under the table for a moment as he set his napkin, and not again for the length of dinner. However, during this entire meal, both toys would slowly and deliberately increase intensity. These were either very well calibrated, or someone other then her master was playing with the control. No matter how composed she might remain, the vibrations would continue until she had an obvious orgasmic reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 12:50:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dinner was an exercise in control. All throughout the meal, the soup, salad, entrée James toyed with Meg; His hands in his lap playing with the remote had a devastating effect on her. The intensity and timing varied. She would raise her fork or spoon to her mouth and he’d hit the button startling her with the sudden vibration in her pussy or anus or both and make her drop the eating utensil. The coup de grâce, however, came at dessert, he left the vibrators on until she was squirming in her seat, biting her lip to keep from crying out, and her eyes fluttering closed. Suddenly she stiffened and a soft mewl escaped her lips, obvious to some that Meg was in the throes of orgasm. Once it waned and she felt able to appear normal she leaned over to James. “Master please, enough I can’t take anymore teasing,” she whispered against his ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 21:11:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaned back to her when she said this and gave her a twisted smile. "I'm doing it for you love. You decided to be selfish today, so I want to make sure, you get all the pleasure you can." He waved a hand and caught the attention of all those in the room.<br><br>"Ladies, if you weren't here this morning, I want to introduce the lady of the house. You will answer to her, as if she were me. You can question her authority, only with me. But, I warn you the same rules apply as they do when questioning me. Don't be wrong about the fairness of the command. The only control any of you have, is enforcing my will. Understood?"<br><br>Everyone at the table nods. Even the professionals don't seem the least bit shocked by his statement, or witnessing her orgasm. The lawyer lifted her hand a bit to get attention to her question. "Did I here you correctly? She had a day of selfishness?" He nods softly, and everyone at the table shares a look. They seemed to know something she didn't.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 22:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“He was tormenting her and was doing it for her so she can get all the pleasure she wanted?” She thought, surely he jested. Lowering her eyes, she heard him address the table telling them that she was Lady of the house, and they would answer to her. If they wanted to question her authority, it should be brought to him. Meg groaned inwardly seeing the reactions of the other girls. Ranging from open to thinly veiled hostility and sidelong glances.<br><br><br>When the lawyer questioned her behavior, she saw the professionals exchange odd looks between them, making her extremely uncomfortable. What did they know that she didn’t? She would ask James about it later once they were alone.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After the announcement the room remained relatively quiet, each of the ladies giving a soft glance at the new head of household and then fading off into thought. Once everyone had finished desert, they looked to James, who would nod. All but the lawyer left. Her and James stepped to the side of the room and began to chat. They could not be heard, but they could be seen. They were very obviously flirting, and had some sort of personal relationship. Before she left, the lawyer would head up to Jame's room and return with an envelope, which she would flash at him.<br><br>It was late, eleven if the chimes from the grandfather clock were an accurate indication. James would let the clock play itself out before talking. "You have one hour before your day is complete. Would you like to get the most out of it, or waste breath on asking questions that will most probably be answered tomorrow?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:20:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg remained seated after everyone left, casting surreptitious glances at James and the lawyer, obviously flirting and just as obvious that the two had shared or were involved in a relationship. Meg growled beneath her breath, shocked to feel the green-eyed monster of jealousy raising its head.<br><br>After retrieving an envelope from James room and giving it to him, the lawyer finally left turning to gaze at Meg, a smirk curving her thin lips.<br><br>The deep chimes of the grandfather clock startled her, was it eleven or twelve? She wasn’t sure, but James interrupted her thoughts when he spoke, confirming the time.”You have one hour before your day is complete. Would you like to get the most out of it, or waste breath on asking questions that will most probably be answered tomorrow?"<br><br>“I believe I would like to make the most of it Master,” she answered pushing her chair back to stand and turn toward him.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 03:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He held out a hand and started toward the stairs, retiring to his room for the night. He could not help but to play a bit more and slipped his hand in his pocket, giving the little devices another jolt as her feet hit the stairs. His&nbsp; arm holding her for support, and an vicious grin on his lips.<br><br>"Tell me dear, how would you like to spend the rest of the evening? Divulge to me your most self indulgent fantasy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 05:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg placed her small hand in his larger one and followed him upstairs. He surprised her with several jolts from the vibrators making her stumble; she would have fallen if not for his arm about her. She looked up at him shocked to see a cruel grin crossing his face. He was enjoying himself at her expense.<br><br>"Tell me dear, how would you like to spend the rest of the evening? Divulge to me your most self indulgent fantasy."<br><br>Meg laughed and cast a glance at him from beneath her long thick lashes. “Self indulgent? I think a day at the spa, but as we only have an hour a nice shoulder massage would do,” she joked knowing he meant his question in a sexual manner. She smiled at him, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 06:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would sit her down at the edge of the bed. She asked for a shoulder massage, and she was going to get one. He would slide the straps of her maid uniform down and slide his hands lightly along her neck and her shoulders. He would gradually add more pressure to her shoulders, pressing his thumbs along her spine rand rubbing small outward circles.<br><br>"I suppose a massage is as good an indulgence as any. I ask for them myself now and then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 15:22:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meg sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands slid the straps of her uniform down, to give him access to her shoulders.&nbsp; She closed her eyes as he started to massage her neck with his strong hands, kneading the knots and soothing her aching muscles.&nbsp; Moving toward her shoulders his deep massage brought a groan of pleasure from her lips, her body relaxing, melting against him.&nbsp; "That feels wonderful Master," she rasped, her voice husky with her desire for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dreams Can Come True (elenisil and Buchanen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 19:12:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would push her forward as his hands worked the knots in her neck and shoulders and then begin to work down her back, removing the uniform as he went. He had always been told he gave good massages, and sometimes those under his hands didn't even notice that they had been getting undressed. His hands moved naturally, softly massaging, probing for tender and tense spots and then working away that tension. Fingers sliding up and down her back, letting the pressure ebb and flow to accommodate the sensitivity of knots and the tender skin of this woman.
			</dd>
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