Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&Antone)
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				Title: <strong>Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 06:24:41</strong>
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				Although the heroin of this story is American, in every way this story is starting off thousands of miles away, in the far off kingdom of Leon.&nbsp; Here the mountain castle that is the royal family's main home dwells.&nbsp; Nestled on top of the countries most picturesque mountain, surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of acres of wild overgrown forestry, and even some say, wild and untamable beasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;This it is said matches the young prince who resides there for most of the year.&nbsp; For he is the one who they all call Lord, and who they all serve.<br><br>On the day that a royal messenger arrives with a special delivery from America, it is bright and sunny.&nbsp; small fluffy clouds dotting the sky, and the air more crisp and clear than usual.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ****************************<br><br>Cassandra to a fuzzy mind, and total darkness.&nbsp; Opening her mouth to scream she finds that her mouth is stuffed with something, making talking, screaming or making any sort of noise, outside a muffled oomph impossible.&nbsp; Her mind panics and she doesn't know where she is, or how she had gotten there, the last thing she remembers is....being at a night club with David and candy...but now.<br><br>A headache roars through her head, and her something does flips in her stomach, making her feel the need to be sick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 22:39:58</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Lord, aka Damien Heart, was exactly what a person might expect of a prince. Devilishly good looking, charismatic... he was the type of guy you would see on the cover of romantic novels, grasping at the heroine. He was all powerful in his world, being the utmost power in everything... his will made it so.<br><br>&nbsp;But he desired something new... something exciting. He wanted a pet. But not a dog or cat... no. He wanted a human pet. One he could train himself, and turn into his perfect little fuck beast.<br><br>&nbsp;And that was how a very sexy american girl found herself into his possession. Currently, she was gagged, blindfolded, and bound to a chair in his study. He watched her as conciousness slowly returned to her, a slight smile curling his lips.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd slowly rise upwards, and move forward to slowly take the gag out of her mouth, dropping them down into her lap, before drawing back, and looking down at her. She was still in her own clothing... at least for the moment.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hello... care to tell me your name?"<br><br>&nbsp;Honestly, he knew nothing of her, except that she was the one his scout in America had chosen for a perfect match for his desires....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:01:54</strong>
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				With the gag out of her mouth, she works her jaw, she scoots back quickly, her back hitting the legs of a chair.&nbsp; Finally sitting down hard on her butt she looks up at her captor.&nbsp; She was wide eyed and scared, vaguely realizing that he had asked her something.<br><em><br>Who the fuck is this man?!&nbsp; And what is he asking me?</em><br><br>Instead of answering him.<br><br>"Who are you?&nbsp; where am I?&nbsp; why did you take me?!"<br><br>Her voice had risen with every word she uttered, and she looks around wildly for a way out.
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:11:17</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien couldn't help but let a chuckle pass his lips as he watched the reaction of the girl. She was in a very well furnished study... and the only visible exit was a thick wooden door. But even if she should try to go for it, it would be locked. And on the off chance she found a way past it, there were 2 guards on the other side to ensure she didn't leave before he was done with her.<br><br>&nbsp;"I am Damien... your in Leon, the country. And as for taking you... I had nothing to do with that. That was one of my men. I desired a girl with specific interests... and apparently you matched those. So, my man took you away from your simple, meager existance in the US, and braught you here. Simple. So... what is your name?"
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 05:10:01</strong>
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				Seeing the door, she takes her chance and runs for it.&nbsp; She knew that if she go to the door than there was a chance for her to escape.&nbsp; Hitting the door, she pulls at the knob, it wont turn, the door won't budge.&nbsp; Banging on it she screams;&nbsp; She screams for help, she screams for anyone to hear her and get her out of here.&nbsp; She was afraid that if no one came than she would be....She didn't know what would be done to her.<br><br>When she finally runs out of steam, and realizes that no one was coming to help her she turns around.&nbsp; Keeping her back towards the door. she stares wide eyed,&nbsp; Cautious and afraid.<br><br>"Let me out!"
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 05:44:58</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien gives a slight shake of his head, and just smirks at the frightened girl. He'd move back over to his own chair, and sink down into it, relaxing back. Eyes would rest on the frantic girl for a few moments, before shaking his head.<br><br>&nbsp;"You need to calm down. Your screaming and worrying are not going to help your situation at all. Your already here, so that won't change. Even if you get past the door, there are guards. If you get past the guard, your still in the middle of a castle... which has more guards. In the chance that you get out of the castle, your in the wilderness. The closest town is about 30 miles away. You won't get to it before my men find you. Even if you do, you wno't find help there. My people are loyal to me... and no one else."<br><br>&nbsp;He'd let the information sink in, just watching her for reaction.
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 07:29:45</strong>
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				Shaking her head she doesn't believe it.&nbsp; Who would believe something so ludicrous.<br><br>"Yo...your lying!"&nbsp; <br><br>She spat out.<br><br>"That can't possibly be true!&nbsp; why don't you just let me go?"<br><br>Sobbing now she sinks to her butt.&nbsp; Sitting, back to the door she felt like a trapped animal...which she was.
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 07:58:38</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien would shake his head, and walk over, standing over her for a few moments. A hand would move to grab her by her hair, and roughly pull her up to her feet, his other moving to grasp her by the throat, and pin her hard against the wooden door.<br><br>&nbsp;"I suggest you listen, and listen well. You aren't in america any more. Here, I am judge, jury, executioner. You will do what I say... or you will find your life being truly miserable here. You are a slave now... MY slave, and you will learn your place properly. Do I make myself clear?"<br><br>&nbsp;His words were strong, hard, straight forward, and commanding, as if he could make her understand and comply by sheer force of will.
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 09:37:26</strong>
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				Trying to talk she can't with the pressure on her throat.&nbsp; But she was able to nod slightly to show that she understood.<br><br>The force of the mans hand on her neck told her that he meant business and if she wanted to get out alive than she would have to listen to him.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 09:41:33</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien would consider her for a few moments, and would step back, gently releasing her throat, and would consider her for a moment or two, before giving a slight nod.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good. now, tell me... what do you know of BDSM? Of Masters and slaves?"<br><br>&nbsp;It was a simple, straight forward question, eyes resting firmly upon her.
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 09:53:17</strong>
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				After being released she reaches up and touches the spot his hand had gripped.&nbsp; Wincing she could already feel the bruises forming.&nbsp; Clearing her dry and hurting throat,<br><br>"I...I know a little, I mean, I've researched quite a bit, but never practiced it in person before."<br><br>Looking down from his intimidating gaze,<br><br>"I know Masters are the ones who have absolute control, and slaves have absolutely none."
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 09:56:31</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien would watch her, and give a slight nod.<br><br>&nbsp;"Masters control... slaves are controlled. Its a very simple existance. But when you say a slave has nothing, your wrong. A slave has the freedom to give in... to relish being taken care of... to never have to worry about anything, but keeping her Owner happy. But here, you could have even more than that. As My slave, you could have the power of a Queen... having only to answer to me. People would respect you, protect you... you would have anything you would ever desire.... as long as you learned your place in properly worshipping me as your Owner."
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 10:10:01</strong>
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				She wanted to say that this was not the same thing, where was her freedom to submit?&nbsp; It's submit or be doomed to something terrible.&nbsp; She had no choice.&nbsp; Tears welling in her eyes, she wipes them away quickly and sniffles.<br><br>"What kind of joke is this?&nbsp; this is not beautiful, it's warped and...and..."<br><br>Dropping to her knees she knows that she has to watch what she says, this man could kill her at any moment.<br><br>"I...I'm sorry, I mean to say. Why would you want me as your slave when you don't even know my name?"
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 10:22:01</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien would watch her for a few moments, nodding.<br><br>&nbsp;"Because deep down inside, you want to experience it... you ache for it, even if you don't know it. I ache for it too... thats why I sent a man to find someone who I could share this with. He chose you.... You are to be Mine."<br><br>&nbsp;He'd simply watch her, thinking she looked good on her knees, but would wait to see what she would do or say after his words.
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 10:43:35</strong>
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				She wanted to say that what he was saying was untrue, that she had none of those feelings inside of her.&nbsp; But if she said that, it would be a lie.&nbsp; But that by all means did not make her want him as a Master.&nbsp; Looking up she finally looks at her captor and gasps; why hadn't she noticed that he was so...so very attractive.&nbsp; Swallowing, she almost gave in right then and there.&nbsp; She had to remind herself that it was just his physical appearance, he must be a terrible man.<br><br>Gripping the sides of her jeans she bites down on what she wanted to say.<br><br>"But...But I'm...I's a variable stranger.&nbsp; You don't know me from eve, and you want me to be your slave?"<br><br>This she couldn't imagine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 10:53:39</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien would watch her for a couple of minutes, saying nothing... but would slowly nod.<br><br>&nbsp;"Breasts can be made bigger or smaller. An ass can as well. Nipples can be pierced, pubic hair shaved, eyes tinted by lenses, hair colored by dye, skin colored by tanning. Anything about a slave can be physically changed to suite the taste of their Owner. But what truly matters is whats inside. Not everyone can be born with the things necessary to be a good slave. But you have such things within... or else my man wouldn't have chosen you. You have the fire of a slave burning within... and thats what I need... what I want. Everything else can be altered as I choose easily."
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 11:05:50</strong>
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				She was a bit insulted that he said he would change her appearance to anything he liked.&nbsp; She liked the way she looked.&nbsp; But his argument made sense...no matter how much she wanted to argue and say it didn't.&nbsp; But how could she just give in and become this man's slave?&nbsp; This man who had, had her kidnapped, and who had been so violent with her.<br><br><em>But most Masters like to inflict pain on their slaves...</em><br><br>for that reason she couldn't blame him about hurting her.&nbsp; <br><br>"If I became your slave...but I come to not like it, than what than?"
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 22:17:00</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien would watch her for a few moments, and give a slight nod of his head, grinning just slightly at the question. Well, she didn't seem to be an idiot by any means.... that was a plus sign.<br><br>&nbsp;"I can understand your worry, about being trapped in an existence you don't want. A single year. You will remain here, learning to be a perfect slave for me for one year. At the end of that year, we will both decide whether you stay or not. If you do not, you will be sent back to america, with five million dollars. That should be suitable compensation for a year of your life taken... if you stay after the year... you will gain so much more as Mine."<br><br>&nbsp;Eyes would rest on her for a few moments.<br><br>&nbsp;"... how does that sound?"
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 00:05:04</strong>
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				A year? <em> A year</em>&nbsp; She doubted she wanted to be here more than a few hours.&nbsp; This man, who promised to let her go in a year was someone she didn't entirely trust, and she had always heard that giving someone that control required complete trust.&nbsp; She knew that the way this was going cold only end badly for herself.<br><br><em>But what's waiting for me at home?</em><br><br>She lived a dismal and boring life, many would think that college life was exciting and inspirational.&nbsp; But it wasn't really for her.&nbsp; The Parties where fun for a while and than they just got old.&nbsp; Her major isn't really anything to be excited about, she spent most of her time in the library studying old dusty books.&nbsp; Sighing she knew that this was probably her chance to do something exciting.&nbsp; It just made her mad to think that it came in the form of a kidnapping.&nbsp; <br><br>Deciding to cautiously take his offer,<br><br><em>It's not like I have a choice.</em><br><br>She slowly raises herself off of the floor and, not entirely wanting to get too close to this man.<br><br>"Your name is...Damien right?&nbsp; My name is Cassandra, but a lot of people call me Cass.&nbsp; And while I....honestly detest this situation, I agree to go along with it."
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 08:07:06</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien would watch her, and give a slow, satisfied nod as he heard her words. He'd smile, noticing her lack of desire to come close to him.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good... your taking the first step into giving in fully."<br><br>&nbsp;He'd move over towards the door, and would unlock it, guessing now that she wouldn't run. Apparently, despite it all, he was a man who trusted the word of a person once it was given.<br><br>&nbsp;"Your first lesson. From now on, you will never use my name, unless its a true emergency. You will instead call me Master. And I will call you.... whatever I choose at that moment. Slave, pet, whore.... well, plenty of terms, really. Depends on how I'm feeling, ultimately."<br><br>&nbsp;He'd open the door and step out of the study, glancing over at her.<br><br>&nbsp;"Come... I'm going to show you where you'll be staying."
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 08:29:04</strong>
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				When the door was opened she was so tempted to just make a run for it, but she if what he said where true, than she wouldn't get very far.<br><br>Nodding she knew that most Masters preferred their pets to use Master, or Sir instead of their given name.<br><br>"Yes....Master."&nbsp; <br><br>The word felt odd on her tongue.&nbsp; Following after her new Master she wondered if he would give her, her own room to sleep in, or if she would be made to sleep in some cupboard somewhere.
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 08:40:06</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien would move through a long hallway, guards seeming every hundred feet, well armed to boot. But finally, he'd push open another door, moving inside with her. It looked like a nice room, kind of like the study, though instead of furniture, there were sex toys, positioning devices, clothing, and who knew what else. It looked like a big ol sex room.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd turn, regarding her, watching her for a few moments.<br><br>&nbsp;"Until told otherwise, you'll sleep in this room. You'll spend most of your first couple of weeks in this room, learning the intricacies of every item in this room. Of course, I'll be there to ensure that we learn together."<br><br>&nbsp;He'd watch her for reaction. She'd actually have to earn the ability to move on from this room. From here, it'd be a cage in his room.... and then, when she'd shown enough learning, and desire to do so, she'd move on to the bed... his bed.
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 08:52:07</strong>
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				Looking about in Awe, she desperately wanted to touch the shiny toys that decorated this room, but she didn't want to do that in his company, not now.&nbsp; And the idea that she would be forced to made her shiver a little.&nbsp; She noticed that yes this room was filled with toys, but she had yet to see a bed.<br><br>"Ummm....Master, but where am I to sleep?&nbsp; I do not see a bed."<br><br>Walking around inside of the room, she lets her hands trail over some of the toys.&nbsp; Some of them she knew from her research, but for the most part most of the things where unknown to her.&nbsp; And she wondered just how he would make her use some of these contraptions.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 09:00:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Damien would move up behind her, and she'd feel both of his hands move to gently grasp her hips, pulling her ass back against his groin, and he'd lean in, whispering softly against the back of her neck.<br><br>&nbsp;"Privledges are earned, not given. Everything you gain, you will earn. Including a bed. First, you will stay here... you will learn to start off with nothing, so that you can more appreciate what things you get from your Master. I am your new world.... everything you get, everything that is taken... I will do it. You must learn to consider me with every thought, action, every word that comes from your mouth."<br><br>&nbsp;He'd just hold her, waiting to see how she'd react to his closeness, as well as his words.
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 09:05:39</strong>
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				She jumped at his touch, wanting to scurry away.&nbsp; But when he started talking, his voice seemed to caress her body making her breathing quicken.<br><br>"S...so this means that I will have to sleep on the floor, with nothing to make me comfortable?"&nbsp; She couldn't believe this, he wanted her to willingly submit to him, but he was making her hate him.<br><br>Grinding her teeth, she looks around again.<br><br>"Alright...I guess I can do that."&nbsp; <br><br>The bit about her thinking of nothing but him, of always thinking of him, and making her world evolve around him, scared her a bit, she felt like if that ever happened, she would lose herself.&nbsp; Suddenly very cold, she hugs her body close.
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 09:25:52</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;He heard the slight grinding of her teeth, and would smile a bit. But when her arms would wrap around herself, both of his arms would move to ease around her flesh as well, one of his arms moving to ease just beneath her breasts, the weight of them resting firmly upon his forearm, the other moving to wrap around her waist, pulling her a bit harder against his body, as if to help warm her.<br><br>&nbsp;"Relax... you must learn to show some trust in me, or you truly will hate everything that will happen. I'm sorry for the manner in which you were brought here, but your here now, and we should learn to make use of this time. You need to learn to take fully within yourself what I teach you... so that the both of us can find full enjoyment in our time together, even if it is only for a year."<br><br>&nbsp;Fingers would lightly stroke along her belly through her clothing, as if to warm her... but in more than just simple friction.
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 09:42:42</strong>
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				When his arms covering hers, touching intimate places of her body, she couldn't help the blush that tinged her cheeks.<br><br>It surprised her that he had apologized to.&nbsp; That soothed her nerves a little.&nbsp; But not by much.<br><br>"M..maybe your right, maybe I need to accept it...but, this is hard for me, and I don't know how long it will take me to accept this."
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 20:49:27</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;He would smile, giving a slight nod of his features, lips brushing the back of her neck as he whispered gently...<br><br>&nbsp;"Relax... it will take a bit of time. But I'll be here for you, Mine..."<br><br>&nbsp;The last word was spoken very softly, almost caressing the word, cherishing it as he might a precious gem. A hand would move, the arm around her waist releasing, rising upwards to gently turn her head, forcing her features to the side to look him in the eye... and then, he'd lean in, and press a soft kiss against her lips. The kiss itself was soft, but there was an underlying feeling of something... stronger. Perhaps dominance? possession? Whatever it was, it was likely something she'd never tasted before, given her lack of real experience with an Owner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 00:07:45</strong>
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				She hated to admit it but, oh god how she melted with that kiss.&nbsp; Hid lips tasted like something heady, something akin to honey.&nbsp; Moaning, her hand lays lightly on his arm, but than falls casually to her side.&nbsp; truthfully she had never been kissed like this, and she would be lying if she said she didn't like it.&nbsp; <br><br>When it finally ended she couldn't move, her knees felt like jelly and she was sure if he let her go she would fall tot he floor.<br><br>"Wow"<br><br>This was said in wonder and a tinge of wanting lust.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 23:10:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;Damien would give a small smile, moving his lips down to press lightly against her neck, nibbling gently, the arm around her torso, just beneath her breasts, tightening, as if fully aware of just how close she was to falling. The other hand would move, easing under her shirt, starting to stroke fingers along her belly, just beneath her belly button, as if he was trying to stroke that small, subtle fire that was beginning to form within her body.<br><br>&nbsp;"That... is what it feels like to give in... to submit to someone. You will feel a lot more of it, My beautiful girl..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 01:38:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was breathless, she had never felt something so completely beautiful before.&nbsp; This feeling of submission.&nbsp; She knew that this was just the beginning, that this feeling was just a fraction of what she was yet to feel. But it scared her.&nbsp; How could she feel this way in this moment, in these circumstances.&nbsp; She must be without any dignity, or pride; how else could she want this, want this from a man who held her very life in the palm of his hand.<br><br>"T...this feeling, it's a little scary."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 20:45:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;Slowly, the hand that had been stroking her abdomen would slowly begin to tease fingertips higher, up across the flat plane of her stomach, before easing up to tease along the bottom of her breasts, feeling whether she wore a bra or not. This touch was teasing, not really giving any true touch to the ripe orbs, but more teasing her flesh, making her -want- it to be touched.... making her want -HIM- to touch her.<br><br>&nbsp;"I can understand that. It's a big step from fully controlling your own life to having it suddenly in the control of another person. But thats why the trust is so important. You have to trust that I will help you... that I will be here for you. That I will take care of you. And I want you, so its in my interests to ensure that you are safe, and happy... as long as you remember your place, and obey."<br><br>&nbsp;She could feel just how much Damien wanted her... especially with the bulging pants pressed against her ass.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 21:33:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His light touches and sensuous voice made her lips quiver, and she bit down on her lip to not let the moan escape.<br><br>"Mmmmmm trust and you want me?&nbsp; obey?"&nbsp; Her mind was foggy with a sudden twist of lust that swamped her body.&nbsp; She was a passionate person when it came to sex, her mind became muddled and she wanted nothing more than to have his cock inside of her.&nbsp; Clearing her throat she remembers where and who she was with.<br><br>"Oh yes, you want me to trust you, and obey you, and never step out of my place.&nbsp; It'll be hard but I think I can do it."<br><br>She'll try at least, cause truthfully, what other choice did she have.<br><br>His hard staff pressed against her, making her mind go foggy again.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 22:20:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;Damien would smile, pleased, and would nibble gently on the side of her neck, even as the hand slowly eased away from her chest, trailing back down her body, teasing lightly over her stomach. That bulge she was feeling would be pressed firmly against her ass, as if the only thing stopping him from claiming her were their clothing.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good... now, lets see how well you can obey, pet. I want you to step away, and strip for me... show me what I own now, and get rid of those clothes.... you won't be needing them. Any clothing you wear from now on will be supplied by me."<br><br>&nbsp;He already had plans for outfits.... mostly lingerie, and sex outfits.... things that would properly befit a sex slave..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 02:02:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt like in that instant that her heart has stopped. <br><br><em>Strip?<br><br>In front of him?</em><br><br>Taking a tentative step forward, away from her new Master, she starts to unbutton her shirt.&nbsp; When it was completely undone, she holds the two sides together, and takes a deep breath.&nbsp; Turning around she slowly pulls the shirt away, revealing her lace covered breasts.&nbsp; Letting the shirt fall to the floor, she step away from it slightly, and reaches down to work hesitantly at her jean button and zipper.&nbsp; It only took her a moment to unhook everything, but it felt like an hour to her.&nbsp; Wiggling her hips, she slides out of the jeans and steps out of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Now wearing nothing but black lacy lingerie, she reaches behind her and gently unsnaps the clasp, letting the bra almost float to the floor.&nbsp; her panties where the last thing to go, and the one item she didn't want to remove.&nbsp; But she knew he wouldn't accept anything but complete surrender so she slips her fingers under the band of the panties and slips them off.<br><br>Hugging her nude body she stands completely nude now.&nbsp; Exposed to her Master, and anyone who chose to walk by. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 16:59:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;Damien would watch her as she slowly stripped out of the clothing she wore, and he'd reach over, picking it all up, and tossing it over near the door. He'd smile for a moment, eyes roaming to look over her body, save for where she tried to hide behind her hands and arms. Slowly, he'd step closer to her, each of his hands sliding forth to grap each of her wrists, gently forcing her arms to the side, leaving her body fully revealed to him, vulnerable in its nudity.<br><br>&nbsp;"... you will definately have to learn the nuances of being sensual and sexy, slave... but that will come in time, as you grow confidant in your submission and womanhood."<br><br>&nbsp;Eyes would look into hers for a few moments, before slowly easing downwards, traveling over each curve of her form, as if drinking in the sight of what he now owned, before using the grip on her wrists to pull her body close, until it was pressing against his, and he'd lean down, lips almost seeming ready to claim hers in another kiss... but at the last moment, they'd sweep aside, moving to hone in on the ear, and his warm breath would whisper...<br><br>&nbsp;"Your beautiful, Mine..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 03:12:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was insulted at his comment, she knew she didn't look like a supermodel or anything, but that didn't mean she appreciated being labeled as un-sensual and not sexy.&nbsp; <br><br>Her breath had stopped as she expected him to kiss her again, but this time instead of giving her that promised kiss, he slipped past her lips and whispered that she was beautiful, and his in her ear.<br><br>"I'd rather be sexy."<br><br>She said petulantly.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 07:58:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;Damien would chuckle softly, and draw back to look at her, seeing the almost hinted look of a pout on her lips. He'd lean in, and tease a light kiss on her lips.<br><br>&nbsp;"Everyone has different views on what is sexy... it depends on what a person wants. But I'll teach you to be perfectly sexy for me. You just have to follow my instructions, and learn what I teach you.... understand?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 08:10:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded her assent and felt goose bumps rise on her skin from the cold, and her nudity.&nbsp; Already she was becoming more okay with this situation and that scared her a great deal.<br><br>She had always been called plain, so she doubted he could make her sexy, but she would go along with it if it made him content.<br><br>"Yes Master, I can learn from you.&nbsp; I am quite good at learning."<br><br>Although she said that she had never been in this situation before, all her learning coming from dusty old books and professors.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Oh Please Tell Me What To DO(Undisclosedtoyou&amp;Antone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 02:22:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;Damien would give a small nod of his head, and would let a full smile bloom across his lips. He'd step back from her a moment, looking at the way she still tried to cover her nudity, and stepped back to her, a soft little slap given to each hand.<br><br>&nbsp;"... you must not be embarrassed with how you look. Nor must you hide yourself from your Owner. Until you get a basic knowledge of what I desire, you'll be naked. When I think your ready, you'll be given a wardrobe so that you may dress in what might please me... and you'll learn that clothing can arouse me just as much as the person within. All of this and more will you learn, but for now... I'll teach you to kneel. I want you to go ahead and kneel how you think is best... and then I'll see how much I need to teach you."<br><br>&nbsp;It seemed the best way to do it. To take what she might already know, and critique it a bit.
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