Subliminal Messages (Fool Heart & Decrepitdan)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Fool Heart on 07-10-2009, 19:32:11</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Subliminal Messages (Fool Heart &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 19:32:11</strong>
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				Iola reached the landing of the servants' stairwell. She stood there a moment to compose herself. The hallway was quiet as she made her way through it. It was fairly empty, as she and her husband preferred to run the household with as few servants as possible. The servants were well-housed in rooms, rather than cells. They all locked from the outisde, of course, but they were quite cozy.<br><br>Iola reached her slim, porcelain hand into the pocket of her black silk gown and pulled out a small golden key. She stopped in front of Room 9 and unlocked it. The door made a loud creak as she opened it and she made a note in her head to have it oiled later. Her fiery red hair, which normally fell in waves down her shoulders to her lower back, rustled in the sudden wind caused by the draft of the opening door.<br><br>Inside, the large, uncovered arched window across from the door let in the sunlight. The stone walls didn't seem so cold, despite the chilly winter wind coming in through the window. The fur rugs, paintings, and small selection of furniture made it seem so. The tiny fireplace was blazing on the far wall to the left and the semi-luxiourous bed on the right wall faced it.<br><br>Iola focused her blue-grey eyes on the man sitting on the edge of the bed. He was the new sevant her husband had brought home last night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Subliminal Messages (Fool Heart &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 20:49:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Leaf looked up with a start at the opening of the door, having heard the key turning in the rather clunky tumblers. He had been brooding, as was his custom in times of great distress. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The slaver who had previously owned him had been liberal with his whip and with his tongue, and Leaf's back still ached from the mans ministrations, so he did not rise. While he knew this would be understood as a matter of course, he also didn't want to draw attention to the manacles he still wore. He didn't much enjoy captivity, and had made that known to the servants who had drug him in here, leaving great big welts and bruises where he'd managed to inflict his wrath upon them. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Cocking his head back, and slightly to the side, he shook his long blonde hair out of his face. It was Norse custom to keep a prodigious beard and long hair, but such considerations had been a side note to him recently, merely an annoying reminder as they grew more and more unkempt of his lost freedom. When his stark blue eyes caught sight of the woman who entered though, his breath caught in his throat and all nervous energy left him for the moment, his entire physicality caught up in the act of simply looking upon her. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Most castle maidens and ladies in waiting were rather pale, somewhat less comely to a man of mirth like himself. This one however, surely the lady of the castle with the regalia adorning her, and the fine fabric flippantly cast through her dress, was different. It was the locks of red hair, like those of many a free woman in the north, that caught his attention. He was sure of it. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sure he was in store for some sort of punishment, he closed his eyes and nodded his head to the lady briefly, as much out of respect for her presence as her title...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Subliminal Messages (Fool Heart &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 21:21:11</strong>
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				Iola eyed Leaf from head to toe. He was a battered servant, as the slaver had implied to her husband. The scars on his body and the pain in his eyes attested to that. The lady's heart went out to the poor man. She would be easy on this one and give him fair duties. <br><br>Her eyes came to rest of his manacles and she made a disapproving face. No wonder her nurse had to be set to caring for the three men who showed him to his quarters last night. His circumstances at his previous master's estate was dreadful, to say the least. She pocketed the first key, but presented a small ring of keys from the other pocket.<br><br>Iola held up one key in particular. She gave him a steady look and approached him. She bent down to grab his wrists, her hair falling forward over her bare shoulders in the sleeveless dress. She warned in a strong, though melodical, voice:<br><br>"Do not fight or resist me. It will do you no good, as I am not your enemy. I merely want to give you a better home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Subliminal Messages (Fool Heart &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 22:31:40</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Leaf puffed his chest out a bit, still somewhat defiant even if it would do him no good in this situation. Wisdom however kept him from saying anything in response, the only things he could think of to say this lady certainly didn't deserve to hear. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Inverting his hands slightly, and opening them as if to hold the woman's dainty hands; he held still while she moved about his chains with the keys, his eyes drawn to the line of her body, the contours barely able to be seen through the dress tantalizing him. He only looked upon her however when her eyes were diverted from his, he knew female slave owners often punished possessions who thought to look upon them. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When one hand was free, he did dare to reach up and place it against her arm gently, a Norse sign of respect. "Thank you," was all that he said in his broken dialectic. What the woman would never know however, was that he had just marked her as his own. When his hand left her creamy skin, it left the unseen mark of the North, they were now linked in thought and dream for as long as he decided they should be. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; His gentle smile and twinkling eyes belayed his intentions as he reached into her thoughts gently and planted a small thought about the rippling muscles of his chest, awaiting her physical response to such a thought avidly...
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