Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]
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				Title: <strong>Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 23:01:42</strong>
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				For Macla Rhodry, the day had been nothing but bustle and confusion. Before the dawn, she woke to roughly scrub her face and hands, pull her thick hair back and eat breakfast much faster and less leisurely than usual. Her mother was concerned with her own doings, her father already gone to town. Macla was set upon by servants as soon as she finished her meal. Her hair must be elaborately done, tightly pulled to her head and cascading down her back and shoulders in curls she naturally posessed. Her hair and neck would be adorned in jewels, beautifully and decoratively placed. Her dress was gorgeous, custom-made, and appropriate for a young lady becoming a woman.<br><br>The Gotlandrin Festival was today, and Macla was to make her first appearance as a woman of the Rhodry family. Her family was astonishingly wealthy, as they had been for generations, and her father and mother both held high and powerful positions in their society. Macla had never been included in family affairs to business of any kind, but she would follow her mother's footsteps, as was always planned. Anything her mother was involved in or in charge of, Macla would soon be involved in or in charge of. <br><br>The main purpose of Macla and her mother going to the Gotlandrin Festival was to uphold a tradition that had been in her mother's family for years. Since Macla was fast becoming a woman, she would now acquire her very own personal servant. A personal servant that would bend to her every whim, and that would never leave her side. Her servant would be something of a trophy, made to be beautiful, graceful, attentive, perfect. Her mother still had her personal servant, though they spent less time with each other than they did before Macla's mother married her father. <br><br>After hours of preparation, Macla was ready. Her beautiful black hair was perfect, nothing out of place, and the pale blues of her dress made her skin appear pale. Everything about her looked alive, except for the steel of her eyes. They were gray and devoid of passion. She took one last look in the reflection glass and went downstairs, through the vast rooms, and into the courtyard to meet her mother.<br><br>They set off in their stately carraige for the long ride to the festival. Macla and her mother did not speak the entire ride, keeping a peaceable. but stony silence between them. Upon arriving, Macla forgot about everything except for her surrounding. There were people everywhere, and all them seemed so beautiful. There was noise, laughter, music, food, dancing, and graceful scantily clad deviants slinking about and seducing the crowds with their eyes.<br><br>Her mother simply told her to keep like her shadow until they reached the group of those on sale that Macla would be choosing from. Macla was content with that. She nodded and smiled like a perfect lady when her mother introduced her to various people, and even spoke kindly to a very elderly man.&nbsp; It didn't take long to reach the gorup of slaves Macla would pick from. There were male and female prospects, each looking as graceful and serene as possible for the buyers.<br><br>Macla's mother drifted off, but not far, to socialize while Macla did her "shopping". Macla had the coin in her purse to pay when she made her choice, so she would only reunite with her mother when the sale was made. Normally her mother would choose something like this for her, but it was far too important. Following tradition, Macla would make this entirely her decision, since this slave would be with her for life.<br><br>Macla kept a small distance inbetween her and the slaves. Some of the were dancing, or bending their bodies into suggestive poses. Macla was astonished to see a rough man actually smack the flesh of one of the girls. Apparently, he liked the way she whimpered and the exchange was made. Next to the whimpering girl, Macla caught eyes with a striking young man.<br><br>His sandy brown hair gave a flair to the color of his skin, and the startling blue eyes were soft, but fierce. Hias body was lean, and he held himself in a very attractive way. Macla let it flash before her eyes the way the young man would look in a nobleservant's clothes, and he then seemed even more attractive. His bare chest was strong and smooth, and Macla enjoyed the fleeting thought in her mind of the time they would spend together. He was lovely to look at, and Macla dearly hoped he had a good reading voice. She loved to be read to.<br><br>Macla made her way to the man in charge of the sales, and pointed out the boy. His attention was elsewhere, and he did not see this happening. The price was more than reasonable, but that wasn't a concern to begin with. The fat salesman laughed loudly and led Macla over to the young man. They would then be introduced, the man shown to Macla, and her sale made final. Macla's heart fluttered with an intensity she had never known as she approached her new life servant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 08:34:14</strong>
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				He didn't have a name. Unlike those who were born into freedom and then found themselves under the collar, who carried their names from their past life into their new one, it had never made sense. His life, his purpose would be defined by the person who bought him - why name something not yet fully formed.<br><br>He knelt in the market, his expression calm, almost contemplative. He did not dance, like some, hoping to lure a Master with the curve of a hip, or a hint of pleasure between silk scarves. Nor did he strut and posture, his display more suited for an arena fighter than a personal slave. He had been trained by Irlos Jensen, one of the finest trainers in the city, and the steady pose of his kneeling form, head tilted ever so slightly down would be enough he hoped.<br><br>The sound of a slap, of hard flesh hitting a vulnerable rear, drew his gaze for a moment while a whimpering slave girl was pulled from her block for sale. He pitied her, destined for a life of that, her purpose as&nbsp; vessel of abuse. Silently, he uttered&nbsp; prayer for something better for himself, a Master - or Mistress - to serve with devotion. The distraction is enough that he does not notice himself inspected, and the young woman settling on his purchase, until she approaches with the fat auction master in tow. He spoke, his accent faint but distinct.<br><br>"Ah, a fine choice my young lady." He gripped the slaves jaw, moving it from side to side to show both sides of his face, the boy's eyes fixed on her. "Strong lines this one. Well bred, and trained by one of our very best." He smiles, letting the boy's head drop.<br><br>"Perhaps you would like to take him back to one of the parlors, make sure you two get along?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:56:57</strong>
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				Macla gave a smile to the lad in front of her. He was perfectly composed, which peaked Macla's interest in him considerably. He was not a mindless twit, he had a depth to him that could not be pried out, but only given. And when it was given, it would be a beautiful gift that Macla could call her very own and shape, in a nuturing way, to her desires. Macla locked eyes with him, just for a moment, and nodded to him. Long before coming to the festival today, she had decided that she would not be a cruel or hateful Mistress, but she would not be overly compassionate or weak. Macla turned her attention to the fat man beside her, speaking softly but with finality.<br><br>"No thank you, I will take him now."<br><br>Macla looked back to the boy. She decided that she would not take him directly to her mother. She would speak to him a little first, show him that she would not be a cruel owner, and maybe ask if he had eaten a hot meal recently. Macla then spoke to the boy in a very low tone, too low for the probably drunkened salesman to hear.<br><br>"We shall walk a moment. Stay beside me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 20:52:38</strong>
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				Shy, intelligent eyes look over the woman buying him after she nods, taking in the sight of her as she spoke to the broker. She was beautiful - young, not looking for a replacement for one she had already left burnt out and broken - and immaculate in her dress and appearance. He had the feeling she would be a demanding Mistress, but not a needlessly cruel one. That would of course remain to be seen, but he had hope. <br><br>Feeling the lead that led from the collar around his neck to a post affixed in the market floor slacken as coin changed hands, he rises, hearing her voice, low and quiet, telling him to stay near her. He utters a faint "Yes Mistress" and falls into a place close to her left side, trailing her ever so slightly, not enough to interrupt conversation, but enough to never give the illusion that he was leading, or her equal. Bare feet follow her perfectly polished shoes through the polished tiles of the market, wondering where she leads.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 23:10:05</strong>
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				Macla did not glance behind her as her new servant followed her. She did not want to let him in on how curious she was, on how much she wanted to learn about him. He was a beautiful specimen, and Macla would only make him more beautiful with time. Macla stopped near an area where four or five food stands where. Meats, fruits, vegetables, types of candy. She stood still a moment, and she could feel the presence of her servant lingering behind her. She had no collar on him, she had no hand on him, she had not even an eye on him, but yet he followed her with perfect obedience. She turned to face him, making sure he met her eyes.<br><br>"Tell me, when is the last time you have had a meal?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 06:10:45</strong>
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				Her slave seems to take a moment to think before answering in a quiet but direct tone.<br><br>"Two days ago Mistress."<br><br>The smell of food rising from the stands was enough, he was sure, to drive him crazy, and he felt a pang of pity for those being sold closer to it. They were starved - fasted, as the trainers prefer to call it - for days before the auction. It left them hungry, eager - and meant they were both slender and that the functions of so many bodies would be something wealthy buyers would not be confronted with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 14:01:03</strong>
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				Macla turned to the food stands and made her way to one of the shortest lines. She looked behind her only once to check if her slave was following her. He was. Macla admired his obediance already, and was happy at the prospect of owning him. There was no place for starvation in her rule, though. There would be punishment if it be due, but she would not starve her slave into submission. <br><br>Her mother had spoken with her on many a lengthy occasion, telling Macla of her family's ways of treating their life servants, showing Macla the difference between real control and tyranny.<br><br>Reaching the front of the line, Macla quickly bought a steaming, thick slice of some kind of rich, yellow bread and paid for a light spread of cream butter on one side. After handing the coin over for the first purchase, she decided on a sizeable chunk of smoked meat and nodded smartly at the vendor before moving on.<br><br>Macla handed the food to her servant without a word, moving in and out of the chairs and tables set up around the stalls. Finding a fairly secluded corner with a clean table near, Macla took a seat and folded her hands in her lap. She tried a warmer smile at the lad in front of her, but spoke with a command.<br><br>"Take a seat. Eat your fill and then perhaps we may talk."<br><br>Macla wondered briefly what her newly purchased property thought of her. She was aware that she was probably not the standard variety buyer of slaves and servants, and her slave might have been expecting something completely different. Macla moved that thought aside with another: it did not matter what he expected or did not expect, his life is what I will make it now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 17:46:41</strong>
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				Carrying the food for her, it was all the young slave could do not to wolf it down as they walked, praying that this wasn't a cruel taunt on her part. As they sit in the shaded, secluded area he offers her a slightly smile before diving into the food, eating as swiftly as he can without a breach in the careful, conservative manners he had been taught.<br><br>In truth, she wasn't what he expected - most of the buyers were older, on their second or third such slave - whereas she was clearly a young woman with her life before her. Even so, she carried herself with a calm, self-assured confidence. Noblewoman then, not a merchant's daughter. Someone assured of her place since birth, her power incorporated into the way of the world.<br><br>He finishes, bowing his head slightly. "Thank you for the food Mistress."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 01:12:50</strong>
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				Macla watched her slave eat patiently, happy that she could see the gratitude that radiated from him. She twirled her finger around a loose string from her sleeve, thinking of the next thing she would do with her property. Macla felt the urge to assert some of her power, just small, tidbits of control that would delight her in so many ways. <br><br>Macla smiled openly at her servant when she received his thanks. Macla reached one of her slender hands out, holding one of her long fingernails underneath her slave's chin. She stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers, feeling how incredibly smooth his skin was. The simple knowledge that this was hers to touch, hers to do anything she pleased with, was thrilling. She was anxious to begin. She would have demanded that he kiss her in thanks, right then and there, but they were not in a secluded place, and Macla was not that crude.<br><br>Instead, Macla dropped her hand elegantly and looked her slave directly in the eye. It was time to learn his name and place her control over that as well.<br><br>"Tell me your name, servant."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 20:38:37</strong>
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				He stays motionless as she reaches out, her long, delicate fingernails nestling under his chin, her touch running along his cheek, a faint, timid smile on his face. He could feel her eagerness, her excitement tangible through her touch.<br><br>Surprisingly, the work of claiming power over his name, her control over it, is already done for her.<br><br>"I do not have one Mistress - beyond what you wish to call me. The trainers...felt it was unnecessary to give slaves a sense of self before they were sold. Something to hold onto of a past life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 03:30:25</strong>
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				Macla said nothing, only batted her dark eyelashes a moment at her slave. She smiled tenderly and stood, looking down at the lad meaningfully.<br><br>"You have a beautiful, smooth voice. You must read to me when we get settled at home. For that is where you are going today. You are going to your home. For now, you must come and meet my mother. Keep sharp in front of her, now. She is a taciturn woman."<br><br>And with that, Macla turned. She felt and heard the light movement of her slave behind her and went on, weaving delicaterly in and out of the throes of people. Macla felt so calm, so at peace in her movements. She felt the magnitude of the change in the life of the boy following her, as well as the magnitude of change in her life. <br><br>Since she had decided weeks before, when learning of the tradition her mother expected her to uphold, that she would not rule tyranically or with anger, Macla knew that she was assigning herself to devoting a hefty amount of commitment and care into being a Mistress. There was an exquisite art to the relationship that would develop between them, and when nurtured properly, Macla knew it would be a strong and pure bond on both ends of the spectrum.<br><br>The young woman slowed her pace slightly and fell behind to stride in step with her slave. She lightly put her fingers on his elbow, not leading, but walking with him. She did not make eye contact with the striking young man beside her, but merely walked in the direction where she knew her mother to be. <br><br>Macla busied herself with thoughts of naming her companion for life. She would have to peer in and take a peek at his soul, see what kind of spark was in his eyes before she would place a name upon him
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 19:07:30</strong>
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				The boy seemed to beam at her complement about his voice, and when she rose trailed ever so slightly behind her until she reached back to hold his elbow. She guided him by touch, rather than a firm grip or a leash, but it was equally effective. While he knew little of the woman who now owned him, it seemed wise to follow her lead as best he could, and keep her pleased with him. She had done nothing to suggest she would be a cruel Mistress, and there were far darker fates prowling the sunlit market.<br><br>Soon enough, they reached the table where her mother was waiting with her own companion, watching the proceedings with a cultivated look of faint disinterest. She smiled as she saw her daughter, at last come of age, leading a handsome young man beside her. A boy...that would make potential suitors in the future jealous. That alone was an amusing prospect. She cupped her hands on her daughter's cheeks, kissing her affectionately.<br><br>"This is the one, is he?"<br><br>She studies the boy, her head cocked at a speculative angle, with the same expression one normally had when considering buying a cow. She had already agreed with herself that, unless her daughter had shown appallingly poor judgment, she would not interfere in her decision. That didn't mean she couldn't look him over with a judgmental eye. Finally, she nods.<br><br>"A fine choice daughter. Innocent looks and a timid demeanor would be snapped up fast by others here. And what a waste that would be."
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				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 05:40:02</strong>
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				Macla nodded to her mother slowly. She was certainly pleased that her mother approved of her decision, but it did not matter to Macla as much as maybe it should have. Upon choosing her slave, speaking with him, and seeing the gratitude in his eyes from the hot meal she supplied him with, she was now intensely proud of her choice. <br><br>"Perhaps, mother, I will see in time what is behind those inncocent looks and timid behavior. I believe there is much to this lad that I have yet to see."<br><br>Macla took a seat at the fine table with her mother, looking up at her slave, studying him once more.<br><br>His eyes were a warm, but penetrating blue. His features were so strong, yet still not aggressive. He was a beatiful male, and that was one thing Macla was especially proud of. Macla was not exactly shallow, but she was, after all, her mother's daughter. <br><br>They had spoken, in the weeks before the festival, of the pleasureable sides of having a companion servant for life. Macla's young, willing body had never before experienced the things her mother touched upon in their talks. From this day forward, what she did with her body and her servant were her own choices. <br><br>Macla drove these thoughts from her mind. These things were to be explored later, and Macla was only too eager to begin. Macla turned to her mother, after sweeping her eyes over her property once more, and spoke quietly to her mother.<br><br>"Mother, I was thinking of clothing my servant properly, the way our family would present a member of the household. Are we leaving the festival soon, or do I have time to better acquaint myself with him and purchase a few things?"<br><br>She spoke quickly, and with slight indifference. She picked up this habit from none other than her mother, who treated everyone with an air of indifference. Macla saw herself beginning to exhibit this behavior, but it was not something she shied away from. The only person who deserved her passion was the man standing next to her in a display of perfect obediance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 23:18:37</strong>
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				Her mother nodded thoughtfully, tapping slightly on the table with a fingertip.<br><br>"Of course daughter." She gave the girl an unexpected smile, coy and somewhat subtle, as she slid a modest purse of coins to her, inwardly pleased with her progress, her demeanor...she would do well in her role.<br><br>"I believe that should be enough to clothe him appropriately, at least for now. And take all the time you need. I know how exciting a first purchase is, how eager one is to explore all its potentials, and how much the city offers in that regard. If you'd like, make arrangements at one of the inns tonight, and I'll send a carriage for you in the morning."<br><br>A peek inside the bag would reveal that, while small in size, it was a most generous gift. While the acquisition of the slave itself might be tradition, this was something more personal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 00:06:37</strong>
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				Macla felt the urge of excitement welling up strong within her at her mother's words. She didn't notice the look that crossed over her mother's face, which, for once, was not devoid of all emotion. Macla opened the purse quickly, and stopped in her tracks. The coint here was far more than enough for clothes or for food at even the finest inns. Macla looked up at her mother, her eyes now almost childlike once again.<br><br>"Mother, thank you. I hope you know of the deep gratitude I have in my heart for this. Your idea is most tempting, as well. Will you make those arrangements, truly? You generosity and efforts will not go to waste, surely."<br><br>Macla took a deep, slow breath and stood, awaiting her mother's answer. For a moment, Macla could almost believe that the woman in front of her, Lytiaa Rhodry, had been in her shoes once. She had come a long way and changed much since then, but she had experienced this great change in her life just like Macla was today.<br><br>Macla turned to look once again at her slave. He was slightly taller than her, and he returned his Mistress's gaze with perfect patience. Macla wanted only to spend time with him, in the public view and alone. There was something about him that drew her in, caused her to want to peel back the layers and explore the true parts of the soul she knew could only be radiant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 00:15:09</strong>
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				The slave stands placidly by her side, his expression soft, obedient and patient. This is not his place to intrude upon, and if he is to serve this woman in life...it is best she feel that even when he is there, she can act as if she is in complete privacy.<br><br>Her mother waves her hand, as if dismissing the idea that the carriage is a burden to arrange. "Of course, of course." She gives the boy a wistful, nostalgic smile. "Consider this one woman's gift to another. I am not so old that I do not remember those days, when the world was simple and full of opportunity. They are magic, and you should cherish them daughter mine."<br><br>She chuckles slightly to herself. "Now leave an old woman to her ramblings, and go enjoy yourself. And remember, he's as much a canvas as a slave - make your mark on him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>toysintheattic</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 18:28:43</strong>
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				Macla bowed her head deeply to her mother, feeling a sturdy connection resting between them that had not been there before. She would listen to her mother's words intently and place trust in them. <br><br>"Yes, mother. I will not lay waste to this tradition."<br><br>Macla placed the tips of her pale fingers on her slave's shoulder, nodding at him to follow her. She began to move lightly, gracefully. She was not in such a hurry to get through the crowds this time. She had an entire festival to explore with her new companion! Macla almost felt as if she was a child again, and the lad striding patiently beside her was a new friend. <br><br>Macla realized as the whirl of color and noises filled the air around her that her companion would, sometimes, be the best friend she had. At times, he may be the only friend to be found. Macla could tell him things that always rested at the very bottom of her soul. <br><br>Macla was giddy with excitement, thought she did not betray signs of this on the outside. She faced her companion, and he stopped. Almost as if he instinctively knew Macla's intentions to stop and speak with him. <br><br>"There is a fine clothing stall just around this corner. It would please me very much if you picked at least one item of your own. You have no restrictions, you can pick any item you would like."<br><br>Macla continued her slow pace, reaching the stall with high spirits and high hopes for the rest of the day. She busied herself with inspecting a very stately silk shirt for a male. She caught eyes with her slave and nodded encouragingly at him. She wanted to firmly place a trust between them, something Macla thought to be very important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nobility's Call [Mercurial and toysintheattic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 10:52:02</strong>
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				His owner's excitement was infectious, her confidence reassuring. He knew how fortunate he was, to have found an owner that seemed to cherish not only him, but the <em>idea</em> of owning a personal slave, something to be cared for, protected and molded to her wishes. Brought up in a limited world, he was unsure if a better fate existed.<br><br>He followed her to the stall, surprised that he had been given a choice in how he dressed - and the trust and freedom to browse the clothes essentially untended, his Mistress watching only slightly, not hovering or critiquing his browsing. Eventually, he settled on an item, taking it carefully off the peg it rested on. Holding it up, he nods, showing it to her.<br><br>"Would this please you Mistress?" It is asked in a tone that clearly suggests that that, above all other things, is what he evaluates the garment on. His choice is a tunic of fine-spun linen, dyed a deep royal blue. It is cut in a way that somehow covers him, yet still leaves him looking like a slave.
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