Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]
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				Title: <strong>Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 15:39:14</strong>
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				James looked around the "club" in mild disgust.&nbsp; No matter what the people here thought this Bondage Ball, was just eye candy for the college kids.&nbsp; Debauchery, free guiltless sex, and unsafe play.<br>James watched as yet another group of frat boys came pouring into the club, heading right for the bar.&nbsp; Then they turned around and watched a few of the couples doing play, though most of it was just light slap and tickles.&nbsp; There was a set of tables for bondage play and those were being used, and then set into one of the brick walls there was a set of chains and manacles.<br><br>James kept to himself watching the mild play from his dark corner, watching the frat boys as the drank more.&nbsp; Some more girls had come in and picked up a couple of the boys to come and "play" with them.&nbsp; James was starting to become concerned with the lack of supervision for any of the play.<br><br>Just as James was starting to leave he noticed a young woman enter the club.&nbsp; For just a brief moment their eyes meet and there it is.&nbsp; The look of someone who's truly looking for the exploration of submissiveness.&nbsp; Then he losses sight of her as a mass of people move between them.<br><br>Suddenly three of the frat boys jump up and grab this sensual young woman and drag her to the wall with the chains.&nbsp; For a moment she doesn't struggle, but as soon as she feels herself start to be bound she starts.&nbsp; And its clear, at least to James, its not the struggle of play, but the struggle of panic.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 01:40:42</strong>
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				Sienna's heart beat wildly in her chest as she walked through the doors of the club. She had often heard about this place, of the kinky sexual games that were played, but had always been to frightened to see for herself. Tonight she believed she was drawn here. Her new study group had just met up across the street at a pizza place. The whole hour was a complete waste,as she let her mind drift to the dark simple looking club. Now she stood inside, in a another world it seemed. Her icy blue eyes drifted along the walls, watching curiously as women were bound to various devices, spanked with paddles, or fondled. Her skin began to burn, her face flushed, as if she was witnessing something she shouldn't. She looked away from the playful couples and into the bar. She was suddenly aware of the eyes scanning over her features, there, in a dark corner of the bar her eyes locked on him. Then just as suddenly as she had found him, he was gone, clouded by a mass of people. She bite her lower lip, deciding if she should leave, when suddenly, three sets of hands where on her. One slipped around her eyes, quickly replacing the sweaty palms with a thick blindfold. The others grabbing her hands and legs, carrying her away. A debilitating fear gripped her while her heart raced. Cold metal touched her wists,&nbsp; instantly comprehending what was going on, she tried in vain to pull free. In a matter of seconds she was bound, wrists and ankles to the wall, her legs spread wide. "Okay, that was funny...really let me go now? Please?" She tried to keep her voice calm but the sound of three masculine chuckles sent her into a panic
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 04:44:58</strong>
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				James temp flared as he watched that girl manhandled by those silly frat boys.&nbsp; They we're laughing at her, he hadn't been able to make out what she had said from where he was but he could tell by the tone that she was scared.<br>Who could blame her, this place wasn't set up for safe play.&nbsp; A young thing like her, like most of the people here were getting the wrong idea about all of this.<br><br>As the boys started to laugh even more he finally could not stand it any longer.&nbsp; He strode quickly across the floor.&nbsp; Grabbing the boy who seemed to be the ring leader of the group, James swung him around, with a deft flick and released his flogger from its clasp on his belt and brought it down hard across the boy's ass.&nbsp; Even through the jeans he had on, James knew that the boy felt it.<br>His two friends whirled around, but James kept the other boy by the collar and brandished the flogger at them as well.<br>"Let that girl down."<br>There was a tense moment as the two stared at him, but James kept his gaze stead and cold, and the largest of them looked away first.<br>"Oh come on man.&nbsp; We were just playing with the little cunt."&nbsp; The boy that James was hold should have kept his mouth shut.&nbsp; This time James brought it down across the back of the boy's thighs, he cried out.<br>THen James let the boy go and he dropped to his knees, his two friends going over to him and helping him up and over towards the door.<br><br>James reached out and touched the young woman very gently on the shoulder.&nbsp; "I'll have you down in a moment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 04:59:47</strong>
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				She is breathless as she listens to the exchange of words, her heart leaping into her chest. She hears the sound of the flogger connect with something, and then wriggles in her binds during the tense silence. His touch startles her, and she tries to pull her arm towards herself. Something about his voice is soothing however, and his promise to get her down has her heart slowing steadily. "Thank you." she manages to whisper, as she feels his hands working to fulfill his promise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 05:08:21</strong>
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				James looked around and saw on a near by table a small set of keys.&nbsp; Picking them up, he tried them into the lock on the manacles and they click free.<br>James puts his arm around the young woman's waist helping her to regain her feet.<br>"Are you okay?"&nbsp; He take her by the waist and leads her to a near by chair.&nbsp; Just as they reach it one of the bouncer comes strolling up with the three frat boys behind him.<br>"Excuse me sir.&nbsp; But these three say that you just assaulted them."<br><br>"Those three boys accosted this young woman and against her will pinned her to that wall there.&nbsp; Instead of listing to this young pups maybe you should hire someone to run this night right for you.&nbsp; Instead of letting it just fall into this disgusting grope fest."<br><br>"Miss, is that true, did these three do that to you?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 05:16:08</strong>
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				She looks from one frat boy to another, her legs still weak, her hands still trembling she searches their faces wondering what they would have done if this man had not stopped them. She glances at the man who had just helped her down, then to the bouncer. "It's true they bound me to the wall when I wasn't expecting it." She said softly keeping her eyes trained on the frat boys. "But I don't think they meant any harm" Her tone was more of a warning as she narrowed her eyes at each of the three, now solidly standing on her own, her arms crossed over her chest. <br><br>She turned her attention to the man who helped her. "Thank you sir, it was a nice thing that you did. " Then took a step towards the door passing the frat boys and the bouncer
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 05:38:16</strong>
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				James brushes past both the frat boys and the bouncer.&nbsp; &nbsp; He catches up with her just outside of the club, and falls instep with her.&nbsp; "I know what you've been looking for; what you were hoping to find here tonight but didn't."&nbsp; He catches her wrist, gently but firmly, not letting her go any farther.&nbsp; "Here is what I want you to do.&nbsp; Close your eyes and just trust me for a moment."&nbsp; He waits, watching her to see if she'll do what she's told.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 05:51:50</strong>
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				She turns surprised to see him coming up quickly behind her. His voice is like velvet, soothing and melodic, she stares intently into his eyes. <em>Trust him</em> she thinks. <em>I don't even know him</em> But even as she hears herself think this, she knows, there is something there, something he knows that she doesn't. Her heart skips a beat at the prospect of finding out, at knowing that she was across the street on this very night for a reason. She grabs his hand and closes her eyes slowly, feeling her head start to spin as she does so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 06:21:15</strong>
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				Marcus smiles as she closes her eyes.&nbsp; He leans in close as soon as they're shut.&nbsp; He slowly softly inhales taking in her intoxicating scent, that soft mixture of fear, human oder, and a perfume that he'll have to ask her about later.<br>As she stands there still, quite, his eyes wander over her, appraising her, both her physical beauty, but also her desire to give of herself.<br><br>He reaches out and lightly caresses her hair, just the lightest touch, then the nape of her neck, his fingers just brushing over them, then slowly down her spine.&nbsp; A faint feathery touch, one to that is meant to tantalize.&nbsp; As she starts to respond to his touch, to lean against him, he smiles and whispers into her ear "No.&nbsp; I said be still and to relax."<br>Then his hand slides around caressing her jaw lightly with her finger, his fingers for a moment slipping around both sides of her throat, just a brief touch that if he chose could squeeze the life from her, but then it drops away.<br><br>"Here is my number."&nbsp; He places a neatly folder piece of paper in her hand.&nbsp; "When you're ready.&nbsp; Call me."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 06:43:32</strong>
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				His touch is like magic, causing every sense in her body to heighten. His smell is intoxicating, his words like the sound of rushing water. She shivers and tries to relax, as his hand clamps over her throat. To her amazement, the hand so deadly, so threatening seemed wanted there, taunting her with danger. As it fell away her whole body seemed to drop, as if she had been lifted up, and let down. Her eyes fluttered open unsure if she heard him correctly. Her gaze landed on the paper between them. She struggled to find words,"Do.. I.. I.. mean.. you're leaving?" She heard the vague desperation in her fumbled words, and tried to shake it of, attempting to regain her composure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 06:57:54</strong>
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				"Are you sure this is something you want then?&nbsp; You've had quite a night already."&nbsp; James watches her intensely.&nbsp; His eyes drop down her lovely body again, admiring her yet again, this time letting her see that he's looking at her, inspecting her.<br>"I wouldn't want you to get into something you're not ready for."<br><br>Then he leans forward close to her, and brushes his lips lightly across hers, the touch is electric and he can feel his body quickly responding to it.&nbsp; "Because if you want me to stay, your life is never ever going to be the same."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 07:28:44</strong>
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				Her stare was intense, her body stiff ridged and on edge, as if ready for another sensual assault. She knew that she wanted this, she knew he was what she'd needed for so long. And she knew he was right.. that she would never be the same if she stayed. She let a long sigh escape her as she took as step nearer to him. His touch once again setting her skin ablaze, she whispered. "I've needed you.." stutters on her words. "This.. I've needed this all my life" her bottom lip quivers now as she stares longingly into his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 07:47:00</strong>
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				"I knew that you'd say that."<br>James kneels for a moment and pushes her skirt up high enough that he can reach under it and pull her panties down, his fingers nails ever so lightly dragging across her soft flesh.&nbsp; <br>"Step out of them.&nbsp; You won't be needing these anymore in your life."<br>The he waves an arm for a passing taxi.&nbsp; "You'll be coming back to my place for the evening until I send you home.&nbsp; We will not do much tonight, tonight is to learn about each other."<br>As they slip into the back seat of the taxi, his hand rest on her knee, stroking it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 08:07:48</strong>
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				Watches shocked as he drops to his knees, his hands up her skirt. Her heart pounds while she looks around shamefully realizing she's still standing on the street. The bittersweet sensation of his nails along her skin causes her to forget in a flash, as she bites at her lower lip wantingly. She doesn't hesitate climbing into the cab with him. Her heart raced as her mind scolded her, <em>he could be anyone, he could do anything to you. </em> She pushed it to the back of her mind as she watched him, studied him, he was her savior. That was who he was, the man who could set her free. She shuttered feeling his hand on her knee, her head buzzing again from the electricity
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 17:07:18</strong>
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				"2001 Souther Hill Drive."&nbsp; James tells the driver, one of the nicest areas of town.&nbsp; James turns to Sienna, his eyes run over her yet again.&nbsp; He reaches out and brushes his fingers through her hair.&nbsp; "You have wonderful hair, nice and soft.&nbsp; You will wear it down when ever you are with me, unless I tell you that it needs to be up."<br><br>He then traces his fingers lightly over her throat, down her shoulders, just soft touches seeing how she'll respond to those touches.&nbsp; "When ever I call you no matter what you are doing you are to come to me, where ever I tell you that I am."<br><br>Then he sits back and relaxes for the rest of the trip, watching her nervousness build. as the silence and the trip went on.<br><br>When they arrive at 2001 Southern Hill Drive James steps out and offers Sienna his hand.<br><br>The house is a large Hummelstown brownstone, three floors with a faux gas lights flanking the large door oak door.&nbsp; A house that screams of a sturdy but dark psych, not that of some psychotic, but a hint of gothic novel set in a modern world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 19:33:56</strong>
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				His fingers calm her nerves, melting along her skin like ice on cement. She sighs softly as he traces his way down her throat, lifting her head upward as if to ask for more. The weight of his words are not lost on her however, as she listens intently repeating them in her head over and over until they are the only thing she can focus on. <br>The second his hands leave her skin, she finds herself feeling fearful, and desperate. Her hands shake with nerve as the car comes to a halt. She stares in disbelief at the magnificent house, her mind whirling now trying to grasp a hold of something to remind her that this is real. "It's amazing" The words flow from her without her consent, causing her to bite her lower lip anxiously awaiting his response. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 19:45:44</strong>
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				"You're right.&nbsp; It is."&nbsp; But his eyes aren't on the house they are on her.&nbsp; He puts his hand gently on the back of the neck and guides her up the steps almost like what one would do with a petulant dog.&nbsp; He finds his key chain on his belt and quickly opens the door.<br>They step inside to a large forayed, the marble floors shine brightly in the actual gas lighting for that part of the house.&nbsp; The slight flickering of the flames casting odd shadows over the hallway that leads into a dark open mouth of a new life waiting to swallow her whole.<br><br>"Strip."&nbsp; His voice is soft and calm but commanding.&nbsp; He stands there, waiting, watching her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 20:05:58</strong>
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				She is awestruck once more as they step into the Foray, her eyes darting from one feature to the next trying to draw it all in. Then his words seem to bounce of the walls as his eyes fall on her waiting for her to obey. Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she fixes her gaze on him. She lifts the casual green sweater up slowly over her head, exposing a black lace bra which cups two perky ivory breasts. She then reaches down slipping her fingers into her skirt to slide it to the floor, revealing matching black panties. She stands before him in heels and her underwear feeling a nervous serenity taking hold as she slowly unclasps her bra, letting her breasts fall free. She bites her lower lip as the air hits her nipples sending an erotic chill through her. She then grabs the panties, sliding them down to her ankles, and off to the side. Her heart beats so&nbsp; loudly she can hear nothing else, her head spins with excitement and anxiety. She watches his reaction unable to read him, but aching to know what he's thinking. Her lower lip trembles slightly, not from cold but from excitement, and she pulls it into her mouth to quell it's movement.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 21:28:15</strong>
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				He smiles ever so slightly as he watches her, drinking in the fullness of her physical beauty.&nbsp; He walks very slowly around her, then steps in closer, he reaches out and raises her arms above her head.&nbsp; "Claps them together over your head."&nbsp; Then after she has followed his order he runs his hands slowly down her sides, then cups her bottom in has hand giving it a firm squeeze watching how quickly the marks fade.<br>Then his arms snake around her waist and he cups her breasts for a moment, feeling the heat flushing her body, the strong heartbeat, and how taught her nipples are.&nbsp; His smile widens, his mind races for a moment, but he pushes it back to that still point of control.<br>No he wouldn't touch her there yet, it wasn't time for that yet.&nbsp; She would have to wait...as would he.<br>This was a game of control just as much for him as it was for her.<br>"Leave your clothes there and follow me."<br><br>He strides down the marble hallway quickly passing a number of rooms with their doors closed, then turns and enters a well furnished living room.<br>He strolls over to a Victorian arm chair (http://www.definaauctions.com/aucshots/fall%202003/Victorian%20oversized%20arm%20chair%20with%20lions%20heads.JPG), the cloth a deep blood red satin.&nbsp; <br>He snapped his fingers and the gaslights flicker to life, and a small fire rises in the fire place.<br>He gestures to the floor in front and just to the right of his chair.&nbsp; The Persian rug soft against her flesh.<br>"What is your name?"&nbsp; Smiling, wondering if she realizes she has gone this far without even telling her something so simple about herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 01:22:33</strong>
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				Her eyes stay focused forward as he steps behind her,while her chest rose and fell in quick short bursts. His touch once again was like a match lilting her skin a blaze. She did as she was told without hesitation, raising her arms above her head and clasping them there. She bit down on her lip hard as his hand clasped her her cheek, the squeeze causing her to gasp.&nbsp; As his arms wrapped around her she felt her body melt into him. And when his hand reached to cup her breast a sudden surprising sensuality&nbsp; made her moan softly, as if her body was asking for something she never knew she wanted. <br><br>When his hands dissolved, she was in a daze, her mind could only partial focus on his words as she watched his masculine silhouette, lead the way. Her eyes stayed focused on him, as she studied his body, his movements, the way he held himself proud, and secure. She filed it all away to be kept forever in case she woke up any minute. Her eyes widened with surprise as the fire came on, wondering how it was possible,while taking her place on the Persian rug, kneeling down on it, then sitting against her feet.&nbsp; She gazed up at him watching in awe as the fire danced along his skin. She was vaguely aware of his words as he asked her for her name, her mind locked now on his lips as they moved. She blinked idly to draw her attention back to his eyes. A sudden realization seemed to flicker across her face for a moment, as she realized she hadn't even introduced herself.&nbsp; "My name is Ella" She said in an almost melodic tone that sounded foreign to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 04:40:03</strong>
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				James reached out and lightly brushed her cheek watching her, seeing that she's coming back down a little bit.<br>"What is it that you do Ella?"<br>He watches the fire's shadow dancing over her soft pearl skin.&nbsp; He reaches down from her hair and lightly touches her shoulders.&nbsp; He feels his resolve starting to waken again, his desire to take this little nymph right here and now, to push her down on the rug and ravage her, not caring what she may want or not.&nbsp; But no.&nbsp; No this one was special, something rare, someone who was really ready and willing without any experience.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 05:35:04</strong>
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				She senses something growing there, behind his amazing eyes, something that is dangerous and taunting. She lowers her head a bit while keeping her eyes trained on him. "I am a student, I'm studying business economics" Her tone is laced with an unintentionally tone of disire as she speaks. Her words seem to slide off her tongue and float through the air. "Can I ask what you do?" Her heart races out of her chest as she hears the words echo in her head, as the overwhelming feeling of inadequacy weighs her down. She hangs her head bitting her lip, as a child would when about to be scolded.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 05:50:47</strong>
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				"I have some investments.&nbsp; I've written a few books and I have a small psychoanalyst practices."&nbsp; He stretches a soft pop coming from his shoulders and winces a little.&nbsp; As her head lowers he reaches out and caresses her cheek with his thumb.&nbsp; "My dear, you are natural to this, and yet there are things for you to learn."<br>He leans forward and draws her naked form up into his lap and holds her.&nbsp; "You will return to me tomorrow evening.&nbsp; As soon as you enter this house you will strip.&nbsp; There will be instructions waiting on the table in the entryway.&nbsp; You will do as they say and if I find anything is not completed by when I return you will be punished.&nbsp; Do you understand me?"
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				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 06:01:06</strong>
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				Can hardly control the disappointment on her face at his dismissal of her, while she struggles to focus on his instructions. His body against hers feels so right she longs to curl into him, and stay forever. But instead she nods slowly, showing her comprehension of his words, as she begins to stand. Her body, soul, and mind ache as she leaves the comfort of his embrace, the safety of his dominance. She bites at her lip turning her face from him embarrassed by the tears that are threatening to form in her eyes. She tries to shake them off discusted with her weakness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 06:31:54</strong>
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				"What is it?"&nbsp; He gently turns her face to his, even with the strength and command his eyes seemed to have soften.&nbsp; He feels a tenderness for this young thing as well.&nbsp; He needs to make sure that this little thing understands that it's not a dismissal of her but a dismissal of her old place in the world.<br>He cradles her like a father would a little child.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 06:39:05</strong>
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				She stiffens at his embrace, instinctively ashamed of her tears, she tries to pull free. But he seems to know that he is needed, he seems to understand that these tears are heavy with the weight of her past. The many many pounds of turmoil, rejection and guilt, which he was about to dissolve in one evening, with his softly spoken commands, and his intensely observant demeanor. Her breath was heavy now, as the tears flowed freely, her small frame shook in his arms. She buried her face in his chest, and felt free for the first time in her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 06:44:54</strong>
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				He holds the little one trembling in his arms, just lightly stroking her hair.&nbsp; He doesn't hush her, just lets her cry.&nbsp; Watching the weight of the world rolling off of&nbsp; her young body, watching her body respond as it slips away.&nbsp; Those things of the past being offered up like a sacrifies, the flames of the fire and gas laps a pyre for an old life that has lead to nothing but fear and dismissal, leading now to a reincarnation of acceptance and connection.<br>He waits until she's ready to speak again, and to be spoken too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 09:15:36</strong>
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				In what seemed like hours later, her sobs subsided, and her tears ceased. Her head rest against him now as her breath calmed to a normal pace. A serine smile slide across her face, as she lifted her head to gaze at him. There was a peace in his eyes that she wanted, that she desperately needed. A peace that he shared with her in this special moment. She knew he understood, that she didn't have to explain the tears. She whispered "Thank you." and without a moments hesitation,&nbsp; she simply lifted her head, and pressed her lips gingerly against his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 05:35:55</strong>
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				James light caresses her back again, enjoying the tender kiss.&nbsp; Then after that moment passes her softly sets her back down onto her knees next to him, his hand lightly resting on her cheek.<br><br>"The next few weeks will be very intense for both of us my pet.&nbsp; You are going to be given tasks and rules that may be very hard for you to do, and for you to understand, but it so that both of us can learn more about each other and so that you can learn how to give yourself totally to me.&nbsp; Even as you give me control you are the one who has the finally say.&nbsp; You can always tell me enough is enough and leave."<br>&nbsp;<br>He softly strokes her cheek with her thumb.&nbsp; "The reason you are to return to your normal life during this time is so that can see more clearly what you are giving up before you come to live with me full time if that's your choice."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 09:05:33</strong>
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				She searches his eyes again as he speaks, taking in each word, each phrase as if it is vital to her existence. Her mind grabbles to understand the gravity of her new life, the changes that she must make and the sacrifices that will be daunting. She cannot take her eyes off of his as he stands to walk her to the door. As she slides her clothes back on she finds to her amazement that she is more exposed and vulnerable wearing them than not. She steps gingerly down the stairs glancing over her shoulder to look at the house one last time in case it is a dream, before sliding into the cab. <br><br><br>The morning came with a piercing sunlight that both soothed and excited her from slumber. She planted her feet on the floor while glancing at the bedside clock.&nbsp; Her heart sank seeing 9:00 am blinking back at her. She had no idea she would ever want something as desperately as she wanted him; just to be near him. She trudged off to the shower stripping off her clothes carelessly as she went. The warmth of the water was a welcomed comfort as she closed her eyes, caressing her skin in all the places he had touched her last night, tugging at her hair lightly while leaning her head against the shower wall. Her pulse quickened at the mere thought of him, while other parts of her body responded in their own way. Her head spun dreamily as her fingers trace circles along her skin, tenderly teasing as a slow smile crosses her face. She takes a now erect nipple in her hands, massaging it gently feeling her body ache, as the pounding shower seemed to all but disappear. She was with him now, standing in the firelight naked and alive. Her skin danced a golden hue as the flames flickered in his eyes. His hands were around her caressing her back, his chests pressed to hers. He caresses her neck now, lifting her chin to give him greater exposure as he teases his way down her throat. Then without warning, he turns her roughly, so her back is to him, pulling her hands behind her back, while leaning in to kiss down her neck.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; A knock on the bathroom door brought her back, as she struggled to pull from her lust-filled daze. “Uh. Who.” she stammered, clearing her throat as she pulls her fingers from the warm place they found themselves occupying. “Who is it?” <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;A perky cheerleader voice rang out from the other side of the door, “What do you mean ‘who is it?’ It’s your roommate, the only one you have.” A soft giggle followed as the door slowly opened and a sweet round-faced brunette popped in.&nbsp; “Where you last night? We waited for you forever. Did you have a hot date?” She quizzed teasingly while plopping down on the counter lazily. <br>&nbsp; A great dread grew within her knowing she couldn’t tell anyone about him, not yet, not until she knew he was real, that what he offered was what she needed. "I was just out with a study group.” She lied, letting the thick lather of soap slide down her body. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 17:10:59</strong>
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				After watching his new treasure leave, Marcus instead of returning to the sitting room took a left and entered his study.&nbsp; He walked to his roll top desk, opened it and booted up his laptop.&nbsp; A quick survey of his schedule revealed that she would have about an hour and a half from the time they had arranged for her to arrive to the time he would return home from his last appointment.<br>He took out a piece of cotton paper and his finest pen, in a strong sturdy hand he started to write:<br><br><em>Pet,<br>Here are your duties until I return.<br>1)&nbsp; You shall dust my study.&nbsp; It is the first door on the left past the sitting room where we were last night.<br>2)&nbsp; You shall start my dinner, your choice.<br>3)&nbsp; After both of these you shall bathe, dry yourself completely because the house can be chilly.&nbsp; And then wait for me, naked, in the hallways on your knees hands resting on top of your knees for my return.<br><br>After I return:<br>You shall serve me dinner, you shall kneel by my chair waiting to do my bidding when ever you are not following an order. <br>After that we shall see what the night brings.</em><br><br><br><br>Marcus sat listening, or at least trying to, to Mr and Mrs. Carmichael Kroxs.&nbsp; They had not had sex in three months now, and both we blaming the other, just for like everything else in their lives.<br>He couldn't focus, he hadn't been very attentive all day, and he was annoyed with himself.&nbsp; He found himself day dreaming of his pet, his treasure.<br>The smell of her, the way her eyes were open and vulnerable.<br>Everything about her just kept invading his mind.&nbsp; He had more self control then this, and yet...there she was naked waiting for him to enter the house.&nbsp; Waiting for his touch...but he was waiting too, waiting to do the touching.<br>He shook his head and glanced down at his watch.&nbsp; Another forty five minutes until they were done bitching at each other.&nbsp; Then case notes, and then---his treasure.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 20:01:39</strong>
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				It was quite possibly the longest day of her life, each class seemed to drag on hours longer than they were supposed to. She found herself fidgeting relentlessly throughout each class. The ever present distraction of her light airy sundress brushing against her bare mound reminded of her new life. As the last class was dismissed for the day, she ran full force to her car. Her heart was racing as she climbed behind the wheel, tossing her books into the back seat carelessly. <br><br>Pulling up to his house, was like seeing the Eiffel Tower for the first time in person, you knew it was there had seen pictures of it, but were always unsure if it was real until it stood right in front of you. She sat for a moment gazing at the extraordinary house in the light of the sunset it was even more amazing. Once inside she did as she had been instructed, slipping off her sundress leaving flesh exposed. She smiled feeling the weight of the world released from her as she stood naked in the marbled Foyer. She found the list, picking it up as if it were the most valued thing in the world. Her heart began to beat quickly, her face flushing as she tried to fight back frustration.<em> Cleaning? Making his dinner? What am I hired help?</em> she found herself thinking. She quickly scolded herself for her weakness, heading off down the hall to the study. She found the feather duster lying on his desk. Her hands slid along the beautifully hand carved desk, admiring it's every curve, as she slid the duster along it. She moved about the room dusting every inch, stopping occasionally to brush the soft feathers against her naked skin, smiling with delight at the sensation before finishing off the job. <br>Her next task, was a bit more of a challenge for her, as she had never been much of a cook. Her heart raced as fear began to bite at her flesh, <em>what if he didn't like what she cooked?</em> She choked it back forcing herself to focus, she found above the sink, two large cookbooks. She found a recipe for fettuccine Alfredo, that looked fairly straight forward. She rummaged around the kitchen for a bit making herself familiar with everything, exploring every cu board, every drawer before getting started. Once she felt comfortable with her knowledge of his kitchen, she worked diligently. She smiled each time she was reminded of her nudity, the chopping of the herbs causing her breasts to jiggle, the leaning down to pull a pan from it's place exposing her pussy, the heat of the stove against her stomach as she leaned over to check the noodles.&nbsp; In 45 minutes time she was finished, and according to his instructions she had only 15 minutes to shower. She slid the dinner into the warm oven, and placed all the dishes into the dishwasher before heading upstairs. It didn't take her long to find the master suite, though she had no time to admire it as she stepped into the massive shower. The whole room smelled of him, the masculine aroma causing her skin to tingle with anxiety as she scrubbed every inch, letting the soap slip down her cleavage, to her navel, between her lips, down her legs and up again. <br>She dried well as told, then headed down the stairs eagerly to take her place in the hallway. She knelt as per his request, placing her hands on her knees, while keeping her eyes trained on the door. She bit her lip which was quivering excitedly again, as she waited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 21:45:54</strong>
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				Finally he was nearly done.&nbsp; The Krox's had departed just on time.&nbsp; He had fought hard against this desire to just leave the case notes to tomorrow.&nbsp; But no, disciplined that was the name of the game for both parties.&nbsp; He was old enough and old enough in the Lifestyle not to let himself become so enthralled, wasn't he?<br>He turned on the soft sounds of Jonathan Goldman's Ultimate Om, and forced his mind to focus.&nbsp; Soon enough lost in the sound of the universal note his own notes were done.&nbsp; He stretched cracking his back, not rushing the moment.&nbsp; Then he could stand it no longer and jumped up, grabbing his eyes he rushed from his office, to his car.<br>Soon enough he would be home, and he would be with her, his treasure.<br><br>He pulled his car into the drive, and then bounded out nearly racing up the steps.&nbsp; He paused, but what if she wasn't there?&nbsp; What if she had chosen not to come back to him.&nbsp; He couldn't bare that though, and he stopped at his own threshold, the first time ever afraid to enter his own domain.<br>He took three deep breaths before turning the handle and stepping inside.<br><br>And there she was, waiting.&nbsp; Their eyes locked and he step to her, bending down kissing her there, as she knelt in her place.<br>He felt his own flesh crawl with delight, and his cock began to rise in his slacks at touching her.&nbsp; He soon enough broke the kiss and started down the hall towards the dinning room.&nbsp; Beckoning his treasure to follow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 00:40:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound of the keys in the door sent chills up her spine as she struggled to keep herself from grinning. As the heavy door swung open and he appeared before her she felt her heart skip into her throat. His kiss was soft, warm, and comforting, and it's electricity sent her skin tingling. She stood to follow him without a moment's hesitation. Her heart beat wildly in her chest now, out of fear, hoping that he would enjoy the dinner. She waited until he took his seat the pulled the dinner from the warm oven, smiling wistfully at the warmth against her naked flesh. She served his dinner while struggling to keep her focus on what she was doing instead of him. But his eyes were too much to avoid, and she nearly spilled pasta into his lap. She bit her lower lip and plucked the pasta teetering on the edge from the table and turned to throw it away. She washed her hands quickly while shooting him apologetic glances, before filling his plate. She sat watching holding her breath for his reaction, kneeling again to wait for his instructions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:12:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				James watched her, a smile twitching on his lips as she struggles with her attention.&nbsp; Enjoying knowing he can have that effect on someone still.&nbsp; He digs into the meal, and it's heaven; the meat sauce is spiced just right, the pasta is cooked to the right.<br>He turns and looks at his little pet as she sits, waiting.&nbsp; "There is a bottle of Chianti in the wine cellar to the left of the pantry."<br>When she returns he reaches out and lightly caresses her flank, then give it a swift smack, watching the red hand print and how it vibrates through her flesh.<br>"Wonderful."&nbsp; He says softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:55:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His approval made her glow. Never in her life had anyone's approval of her had such a profound effect. She nearly skipped to get the Chianti when asked. When she returned and his hand rewarded her with a quick spank, she let out a small yelp, and smiled at him deviously. She kneels beside him once again waiting for her next instruction her body now awakened, her senses tingling. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 15:29:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sits sipping his wine, slowly savoring his meal, being deliberate in the way he eats, both so he can truly enjoy it, and also to see what level of patience his new treasure has.<br>Soon enough though he finishes his meal.&nbsp; "Clean up, just set it in the dish washer its on a timer.&nbsp; Then join me in the sitting room."<br>He stands and walks down the hall to the sitting room.&nbsp; He had set things up earlier that day before he left.&nbsp; On a large oak table he had laid out a number of objects.&nbsp; The leather flogger he had at the club the other night, a feather, a mask, and a note pad.<br>The fire is already&nbsp; flickering and he pours himself a glass of sherry and then sits down in his chair to wait for his treasure.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 19:33:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched as he ate, taking in his movements, drinking in his every expression. When he was finished she did as she was told, clearing the table with hast, and placing all the dishes in the dishwasher. Her heart beat wildly as she headed down the hallway, eager to know what he had planned for her. As she entered the sitting room, her eyes grew wide with curiosity and surprise. Each tool was laid out with a purpose, carefully spaced out on the table. Her eyes drifted to him, sitting regally in his chair; <em>My king on his throne</em>. The thought overwhelmed her with excitement, and she bite her lower lip to keep it from trembling again, as she took her place, kneeling before him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 22:16:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				James smiled as he watched her entering, her movements where smooth, her expression eager.&nbsp; He had waited a long time to find someone like this again.<br>He wanted to touch her, as she knelt there, but no not yet. That would come soon enough.<br>"These are some of the tools that I use to train.&nbsp; Look them over carefully my treasure. I want you to pick the one that scares you the most."&nbsp; His gesture was commanding yet simple as he waved his hand over the arranged objects.<br><br>He had picked four of the most simple objects that any one in the Lifestyle could use to teach, and yet each had their own power and each could easily have a fear tied deeply into it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 05:49:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes studied each object slowly before answering, her mind almost immediately drawn to the mask. She did not know why it frightened her but it did, and so she plucked it from the table and handed it to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 06:31:11</strong>
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				He takes it carefully from her hands.&nbsp; "The mask can allow for a certain unanimity; allowing someone to escape, to loss oneself."&nbsp; He turns it over slowly in his hands, the mask (http://pics.hoobly.com/full/OM9RHFT4MSTTWHM9MW.jpg=) catching the light.&nbsp; "But before the mask, there are some other things I have planned for you."&nbsp; He sets it down and picks up a blindfold.&nbsp; "Come here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 08:05:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moves&nbsp; towards him slowly cautiously, her eyes trained on the blindfold. She stands before him, mere inches away, as he places the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 15:24:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				James tightens the blindfold until he can be sure no light at all is getting in.&nbsp; Then he steps back, leaving her in total silence except the faint crackle of the gas fire; he waits for five minutes.<br>Then he picks up the feather, and lightly runs it down Sienn's back.&nbsp; Then slowly over her shoulders, over her round firm flank.&nbsp; Then he pauses again, waiting.&nbsp; Watching.&nbsp; He steps softly around her, and then starts to tease her nipples with the feather, then runs it down her firm stomach, then he bends down and lightly runs it up over her inner thighs, just stopping short of her utmost treasure.&nbsp; He then stands back up, setting the feather back down.&nbsp; He again walks around her silently, watching.<br>Then he reaches out, caressing her hair, then her back, her flanks, reaching around her from behind he takes her breasts into his hands and hefts them.&nbsp; Then he reaches up and undoes the blindfold.&nbsp; He returns to his seat then, and beckons her to his lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 21:04:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She fights back panic as she waits in darkness, unsure if he is still there. Her heart pounds so loudly she can hear nothing else. the urge to reach up and take off the blindfold is unbearable but she stays still, forcing herself to stay calm. Then the light touch, the gentle graze of the feather on her skin. Her skin reacts with a shiver, while the rest of her is consumed with elation. As the silky touch of the feather brushes along her skin, down her back, her, shoulders, her flank, she trembles, both from excitement and the simple touch itself. By the time the feather reaches her nipples she is holding her breath, letting out short soft pants, as her body begins to ache, anxiety building almost to breaking point as the feather slips along her inner thigh. She bites her lip as the feather is removed, begging silently for it's return, for the contact on her skin. then his hands in her hair, and along her back, cause her to melt letting out a soft moan as he grabs onto her breasts. Never before had she wanted someone as much as she wanted him, her body trembling with desire now.&nbsp; As the blindfold falls away from her eyes and the warm light of the fire slowly takes hold, she locks her eyes on him. She moves towards him almost before being asked, lifting her body onto his, slidding her legs&nbsp; across his lap, before leaning herself against him, eager to feel him again on her skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 07:08:37</strong>
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				He holds her close to him.&nbsp; Her scent over powering his mind, his self control slipping away; he bent his head and kissed her.&nbsp; His fingers wrapping tightly into her hair, crushing her lips against hers, almost bruising them with the amount of force he used.<br>He then slowly broke the kiss, his breath had quickened and his face was flushed.<br>He shifted her a bit on his lap, trying to readjusted himself, his dick painfully hard inside his pants.<br><br>Slowly he sets her back down on her knees in front of him.&nbsp; His throat had gone dry, again he had lost himself into the moment, not something he was use to, not something he would permit from anyone he had taught about the Lifestyle.<br>"I---"&nbsp; His voice breaks for a moment, his throat dry.&nbsp; He should stop this for the night, send her back to her home.&nbsp; It's not time yet---and yet he can't help himself.&nbsp; "Undo my pants and suck my dick."&nbsp; His voice is strong again.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 19:50:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched him carefully, studying the depths of his eyes in the hopes that she might be able to understand what he was thinking. She could sense that he was uneasy, as he jostled her on his lap, then slowly moved her away, back down onto the floor. She was confused, and yet fascinated by a man who could control himself so well while she sat naked before him. Her mind began to race again, her thoughts consumed with self doubt, <em>what if it's because I do not turn him on?</em>. the thought was unbearable, and she was trying desperately to mask the worry in her eyes when his words sliced through the air like a dagger. Their meaning was like music to her ears, as she crawled to him on all fours. She slid her hands up his thighs tearing at his pants hungrily until she found what she was seeking. She held his cock in her hands, marveling at it as her eyes moved slowly from his face down to her newly acquired toy. She stroked it admiringly for a few moments, taking it the texture, length and girth, before running her tongue along it lovingly. She then slipped the head into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, while wetting her mouth to take it all in. She teased and taunted for minutes before sliding her mouth eagerly over his cock, letting it slip back into her throat, letting out soft moans of pleasure against it as it entered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 05:53:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				James shuddered as her lips wrapped around his dick, he had to fight ton contain what little control he did have not to explode right then.<br>His body trembled, his eyes rolling back slightly.&nbsp; Her lips were like fire, her touch making his mind burn.&nbsp; His focus nearly gone, but then he takes a deep breath, drawing the energy away from his balls up through his spine and then slowly back down the front, the boiling sensation in his balls drawing away.<br>He reached down and wrapped his fingers tightly into her hair, starting to direct her movements, hoping that she realizes that he will be in control even for this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 06:20:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands in her hair were like moth to a flame, drawing her in deeper, causing her to lust after him even more. She bobs on his shaft eagerly now as her head is forced further and further along it. His head slamming painfully into her throat with each thrust. She wriggles her hips writhing with anticipation, desperate to taste him. The need to please him overwhelming all other thoughts.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 06:53:04</strong>
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				His fingers wrapped tightly in her hair, he pushes her head down deep, feeling her throat struggling to take him.&nbsp; He smiles, and pushes down even farther, pushing her limits.&nbsp; Then the boiling is back, but from a simmer its turned into a roar.&nbsp; Much like the one that escapes his mouth as he shoves her head down as deep as she can take his cock.&nbsp; His seed exploding forth, flooding her mouth.&nbsp; His eyes closed so tightly that they ache, his body shaking in a level of orgasm he hadn't experienced in a long time.<br>His body shook, his mind slowly coming back to a narrow focus, how long had it been since he came.&nbsp; He had trained himself for years to hold it back, to orgasm but not to cum, and now...now this minx had been able to break his consetration to send him over that edge.<br>He bent down drawing her up to him, and kisses her, enjoying the faint taste of himself on her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 08:10:16</strong>
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				She feels his body tense, and smiles with anticipation. She can barely breath as the thick warm fluid runs down her throat. She chokes slightly, struggling to breath as he pulls back, shivering with his orgasm. She sucks hard, taking in every drop, the&nbsp; taste like honey to her as she tries to keep from smiling with pride. His kiss was like icing on the very sweet cake. The tender soft lips, contradicting the roughness of his cock. She sighs while trying to keep the smirk from her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 15:35:21</strong>
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				He slowly pulls her up on to his lap, holding her close, his dick already starting to twitch at the touch of her naked body against it.&nbsp; "That was wonderful my pet.&nbsp; Do you have plans for this Saturday pet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 05:34:01</strong>
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				She struggled not to laugh as she responded, her mind still spinning from <em> his </em> pleasure. "I plan to be doing whatever it is you would have me do" She replied a deeply seductive smile sliding across her face. A sense of power now coursed through her veins. The knowledge of that power was almost as satisfying as making him cum. She wriggled in his lap, enjoying the sensation of her naked flesh against his clothing,&nbsp; Basking in the glow of her success. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 21:57:55</strong>
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				He smiles at her and caresses her cheek softly.&nbsp; "Then you will find yourself a lovely dress, you and I will be going out of town for a small dinner engagment I need to attend.&nbsp; Don't worry about what you may hear or see there, you'll be with me and under my protection.&nbsp; No one will harm you."<br>Then he gently set her back to her place at his feet.&nbsp; "You are quick to please, and I'm glad of that.&nbsp; We will work on more formal aspects of your training as our days go on.&nbsp; Return to me tomorrow at this time, but do not forget to take the note pad and write in it for at least fifteen mintues tonight about your day, not just about this, but your day in general.&nbsp; It will help me learn who you are."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 08:18:04</strong>
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				She seemed to float on a cloud for the rest of the evening. Leaving him was hard, saying goodbye made her heart ache. And lying now in her bed without him was almost devastating. She picked up the note book that he had given her, studying it curiously, tracing her finger along the cover before opening it. The thick parchment paper made her feel special, as if she were not only writing to tell him about herself, but to tell the world about her journey. She picked up the pen and began.<br><br><em><br>Today was the day I discovered who I am. I feel free; free of the restraints the world has placed upon me. The first part of the day was suffocating, I was lost in a world without air. Without you I can not breath, my lungs ache, my body seems to tremble constantly.I dreamt of you in the shower, I pleasured myself with thoughts of you. My roomate asked where I was last night, and I lied. I've never lied to her before, but I was unsure if you were real, if I had really let myself escape into this world with you. The courses I've been taking at the college are absurdly boring, and the mindless dribble that the professors speak, makes my head ache. I went the whole day without panties just as you asked, I also wore&nbsp; a skirt. It made the day bareable. The sinister thought of my naked flesh so close to being exposed kept me smiling each time I crossed my legs, or sat down. It is a sensation I hope I never grow used to. Arriving at your house was like coming up for air. I stepped inside and felt my body relax. When I stood naked in your office holding the feather duster in my hand, I felt alive. Moving about your house, making your dinner, feeling the heat on my bare flesh as I cooked, it all excited me. I was surprised by the arousal, and taken back by the overwhelming need to please you. This evening changed my life forever. The way you looked at me with such trust, and longing, the way you felt inside my mouth, the sounds you made, the sent of you as you came in my mouth, all awakened parts of me that have slept for my entire life. I can only close my eyes now and hope that you will be there in my dreams to ease the pain of our time apart.</em><br><br>She closed the book, and almost immediately was fast asleep. <br><br>The next day was just as drab as the first, her classes dragging on for days. Her mind wandered to the dress she was told to find. Her thoughts swirling with colors and cuts, and fabrics, as the teachers mumbled on. She decided to leave early, opting instead to try on dresses. She went through 10 dresses, all different lengths and fabrics, some rough some smooth, some tight and others loose and flowing. Finally she decided on one. It was a deep green, the color of emeralds. The hem came to just above the knee, showing plenty of her long lean legs. She packed the dress up and drove to his house. Once inside she stripped as before and waited for him in the same position.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 06:28:13</strong>
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				James lay in his bed that night, his mind thundering with thoughts.&nbsp; Something that hadn't happened in years, hell his heart was flooded with a warmth it hadn't felt in years either.<br>Finally he flipped on the light and grabbed his own journal from his beside table.<br><br><em>Today was intense.&nbsp; The last few days for that matter.&nbsp; I never thought that I could ever met someone who could drive me to such distraction since Alice.&nbsp; But no this young thing has my mind all over the place.<br>I desire her with every waking moment.&nbsp; I want to touch her, to kiss he, to fuck her.&nbsp; To make her scream with pain and pleasure.&nbsp; I want to explode inside her, which I did tonight.&nbsp; I can't ever remember the last time I allowed myself to cum; at least with this fine thing, its not a waste of my Jing.&nbsp; I will have to teach her more about this as time goes on.&nbsp; I want this one to be with me as long as I can have her.<br>No one can replace my darling Alice, but she's on the other side of the Looking Glass now.</em><br><br>The next morning he rolled over and looked at the empty space in his bed, then got up and headed down stairs and fixed himself his old favorite breakfast; grits with fresh butter, light salt and pepper and a bagel with lox.<br>Then he called his office, letting his secretary know to cancel all his appointments for the day. <br>He got dressed and drove off to their favorite place by the lake and sat there for a while reading passages of Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass.<br>After a few hours he drove to the cemetery and found his wife's grave.&nbsp; He place two long stem roses and then noticed a small sketch on a piece of paper.&nbsp; He picked it up and smiled, it was of the Cheshire Cat.&nbsp; He placed it back and drove back to his home.<br><br>He walked up the steps and opened the door and found her there already.&nbsp; He smiled and reached down and caressed her cheek softly.&nbsp; "Follow me."<br>He lead her past both the study and the sitting room.&nbsp; Up the stairs to the Master Bathroom.&nbsp; "Today you will bathe me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanaeDiage</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 20:10:11</strong>
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				She smiled up at him admiringly, her eyes wide with excitement, screaming of sex. She stood as she was asked, following him to the bathroom, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest at the thought of bathing him. Her eyes watched his movements, so masculine, so powerful, yet so subtle, she wanted him desperately. She bite her lip as he turned to look at her just before they entered the bathroom. A slow wicked smile sliding across her face as she stepped toward him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, and sliding it off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freedom in Chains [TheHatintheCat and SanaeDiage]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 15:40:57</strong>
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				James shivered for a moment as her warm fingers brushed over his skin.&nbsp; He smiled at her, helping her get him undressed.&nbsp; He then turned and jestured to the large walk in tub, and the mixtures of oils, scents and salts.&nbsp; "Lets see if you can figure out how I like my water and what I like put in it."
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