Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)
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				Title: <strong>Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 07:25:02</strong>
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				The club wasn't in a bad part of town.&nbsp; In fact, the founder had made sure to put it in a fairly upscale neighborhood.&nbsp; None of the casual passers-by would give a second glance at the glass-and-chrome door, except maybe to note that the pebbled surface of the glass kept anyone from peering in unwanted.<br><br>That was all to a purpose.&nbsp; It was important that the clients who ventured inside felt safe and secure, and didn't have to worry about being recognized as they went into what seemed to be an ordinary - if exclusive - nightclub.<br><br>The truth was that behind those doors was one of the premier swingers clubs in the state.&nbsp; Every member was carefully screened, and had to keep updated medical information on file.<br><br>Brynne had been a member for a couple of years now.&nbsp; The guy who had introduced her to the club had long since washed out - although he thought that the idea of swinging was 'hot', he turned out to have a wide jealous streak, and was finally asked to leave one day.<br><br>Brynne had stayed on.&nbsp; She didn't always have sex when she went - most times she was content to bask in the social scene, sometimes getting a little more heated in a corner with someone, and only rarely did she feel the need to seek out one of the more private niches.<br><br>Today, she felt like it might be one of those occasions.&nbsp; Everything had gone wrong that week, from her shower deciding to stop talking with the hot water heater to her quarterly presentation disintegrating into a finger-pointing session due to a cascade of production flaws.<br><br>She'd come home and headed straight for her closet.&nbsp; A flirty blue dress, a pair of strappy sandals, and a quick touch-up of her shoulder-length brown hair, and she was ready to go.&nbsp; <br><br>Fifteen minutes later, she was parking her car and walking through the pebbled-glass door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 07:45:44</strong>
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				Instead of the warm soft colors and lounge like furniture that Brynne was commonly greeted with things had changed.<br>The shag carpet there was deep stained mahogany floor, there are a few couches, though not modern anymore, they have a distinct Victorian feel.<br><br>Marcus, the new owner, watches as Brynne enters the club, as he wipes down the bar.&nbsp; Like a number of the other regulars that have come she seems a bit shocked by the new look.<br>Marcus had purchased the club fairly cheaply from the previous owner.&nbsp; Instead of leaving it as a Swinger Club, Marcus is going with what he knows best from his work in the club industry slowly turning it into a Public Dungeon.<br><br>Marcus photographic memory jumps quickly to the the medical file he had just reviewed of the most common clients that the previous owner had given him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 08:04:47</strong>
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				Like every other client, Brynne had been tested free of STDs dating back well before her acceptance into the club.&nbsp; She was healthy in other ways, too.&nbsp; She obviously took care of her body - her skin was clear, her vision was good, and her medical records also indicated that her curves were completely unenhanced.<br><br>Right now, she was making a slow circle in the center of the room, her green eyes taking in the changes.&nbsp; A smile lit her face as she recognized some of the other members, and only faded to curiosity as her gaze fell on Marcus.<br><br>"Well, don't think I've seen you here before," she said as she walked up to the bar.&nbsp; "Bernie's made a few changes since I was here last."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 14:18:18</strong>
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				Marcus smiles at the young woman, quickly finding her name in the file in his mind; Brynne.<br><br>"No I'm pretty new here.&nbsp; We're under new management.&nbsp; Is there anything I can get you from the bar?"<br><br>His eyes keeps his eyes locked on hers, watching her face, memorizing it quickly.&nbsp; Behind the bar he absently fiddles with the flogger that he has looped around his belt.<br>He's dressed fairly conservatively even for the club; wearing crisp pressed khakis and a black work shirt and a black vest.&nbsp; His reddish-blond hair neat but long was pulled back into a tight pony tail.&nbsp; Honoring the past of his traditions and yet showing that a new group was starting to lead the dungeon and BDSM scene.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 20:29:16</strong>
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				"Something simple - a Grasshopper, I think.&nbsp; Gotta take the edge off this day, if you know what I mean."&nbsp; Brynne took a seat at the bar, idly tracing the woodgrain with a slender finger.&nbsp; "So, new management?&nbsp; I hope that it's not going back to an ordinary club.&nbsp; I've kind of gotten used to having a place like this around, you know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 05:19:31</strong>
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				Marcus reaches under the bar and pulls out the blender and sets it up.&nbsp; He pours in both of Crème de menthes and then instead of a cup of ice he takes one scoops of fresh home made vannila ice cream and a vannila bean and blends them together.<br><br>"No, from what I've been told it's not going back to an ordinary club.&nbsp; It will go through some changes though.&nbsp; I've been told that the new owner use to work for TES (http://tes.org/main/about.php)TES in New York, and then Kink College (http://www.kinkykollege.com/mainframset.htm) in Chicago.&nbsp; Then help to manage some places, and now is breaking out on his own."<br><br>Marcus hands Brynne her glass, and then as she walks away, "Put it on your tab Brynne?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 06:06:25</strong>
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				"Yeah, I'll probably be back for something stronger, later.&nbsp; I like to stay at least a <em>little</em> coherent until I've said hello to everyone," she said with a smile.&nbsp; Truthfully, she rarely got trashed, even with a week like this one, but in a normal visit to the club she would be fairly relaxed in no time at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 06:32:21</strong>
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				Soon enough the regular bartender arrives and Marcus slides out from behind the bar and starts to circulate around the regulars.&nbsp; Talking to a few trying to get a gage on the group and how they might feel about about the club becoming more of a dungeon.<br>He watches to make sure he's not to close to Brynne, at least not yet.&nbsp; He watches her, sees her laugh and start to relax, more from the group then from the alcohol.<br><br>Then finally he walks over to her, and the young man she's talking to turns to him.&nbsp; "Oh Marcus...Brynne, have you met Marcus?&nbsp; He's the new owner of the club."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 07:19:04</strong>
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				Brynne arches an eyebrow.&nbsp; "We've met... but he didn't mention that he was the owner," she says.&nbsp; "We were just talking about what you've done with the place.&nbsp; I haven't seen furniture like this outside of one of those 'finer living' magazines."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 07:27:45</strong>
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				Marcus smiles, "A friend left it to me when he died two years ago, and enough money to get this new project started.&nbsp; It was his style, and I thought it would fit with my plans.&nbsp; Of course you all are more then welcome to come, but this may get a bit more discret then they ever have been before.&nbsp; I'm sure there will be some people coming in once the Dungeon opens up that won't want anyone to know they're in to whips and chains."<br>Marcus looks Brynne over, eyeing her slightly to gage how she's respond to the idea of whips and chains in her haven.&nbsp; <br>"This town is well suited for it, with all the high price law firms and corporate offices.&nbsp; Many people there want to let go of those stressful jobs and give themselves over to another person.&nbsp; Of course I'll have to either bring in some other DMs, to start out with but after a bit I want to train some locals, maybe some members of your group to help out with that."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 15:07:22</strong>
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				"You'll still be allowing the - ah - normal stuff?"<br><br>The question actually came from one of the other members, a somewhat nervous-looking blond that Brynne had only seen once before.<br><br>"I don't think you'll have any problems finding takers for that," Brynne said.&nbsp; "And not just high-end executives."&nbsp; Her expression grew a little more animated.&nbsp; "I mean, talk about a bad day, wait until you hear this..." Turning her attention from Marcus, she started telling her friends about the day she'd had.&nbsp; As far as she was concerned, anything consenting adults did was their business, as long as they kept it clean before involving anyone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 17:15:44</strong>
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				Marcus turned away for a moment, keeping half an ear open to hear Brynne's story.&nbsp; "No we'll still allow normal stuff, though in general the theme will shift.&nbsp; The screening process will become a bit more strict for new members, and we'll be instituting a 3 month check rule to have everyone re-checked for any STDs and we'll also going to include a check for HPV.&nbsp; We had trouble with that at club I work at in Seattle they weren't checking for HPV and we had a carrier who didn't even know and infected three of our female members and one ended up cervical cancer."<br><br>Marcus turns back to Brynne hearing most of what she said about her week.&nbsp; "Would you like to try an experiment?&nbsp; It maybe something that will help you with your week."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 18:07:18</strong>
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				"Anything that helps me with my week would be a bonus at this point," Brynne replied.&nbsp; "Frankly, I come here to relax, and let the world outside just - go away for a while.&nbsp; Whether that's with a drink, or a shoulder rub, or a bit more..." she gave a suggestive look to the young man next to her.<br><br>"If I've forgotten about all the crap I go through by the time I walk out that door, it's been a good time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 18:25:24</strong>
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				Marcus grins at Brynne.&nbsp; "I think even if not quite relaxed this will clearly help you forget all about your week."&nbsp; He gently took her by the arm and leads her to a small platform in the middle of the room where the couches currently have been situated.&nbsp; He guides her up the steps, and then stands up next to her.&nbsp; He carefully reaches out and pulls her hair down out of its pony tail and then, whispers into her ear.&nbsp; "I won't let anything bad happen.&nbsp; I want you to take off ever article of clothing you have on.&nbsp; Strip all the way down, and then just relax and trust me."&nbsp; As he waits to see what she'll do he fiddles with the blindfold he has behind his back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 19:34:41</strong>
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				"You know, you're lucky that grasshopper was good," Brynne says, turning and lightly tapping his nose with her finger.&nbsp; Even with the new-ish blonde, she feels safe enough in the club to flaunt herself just a bit.<br><br>First, she bends over and removes her sandals, giving a little swish of her mid-thigh dress as she did so.&nbsp; The dress is next to go, slithering down her slim body after she unhooks a single clasp behind her neck.&nbsp; That leaves her in a set of black lingerie - a pair of high-legged panties, and a lacy demi-cup bra.&nbsp; <br><br>With a wink to the young man she had been sitting next to, Brynne unclasps her bra, letting a pair of well-formed C-cups bob free.&nbsp; Finally, she eases the elastic down over her hips, showing off a neatly trimmed patch of fine curls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 21:33:41</strong>
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				Marcus smiles and as she stands back up slips the blindfold over Brynne's eyes.&nbsp; He can feel her body tighten a bit at the very sudden loss of sight.&nbsp; He leans in closer to her again, "Relax and trust me."<br>After he feels her muscles slacken a little, he gestures to the bar tender and he rolls out a white board with the following rules written on it.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Silence</li><li>Just touching, no licking, no insertion</li><li>You will take turns and move away when instructed.[/il]<br></li></ul>Marcus motions to the young man who she had been sitting by.&nbsp; He comes up, and starts out just lightly caressing and touching Brynne.&nbsp; After about two minutes, Marcus waves him off and then brings up another.&nbsp; This goes on and on until all twenty people have had a chance.&nbsp; Forty minutes of just standing there, and he puts his arm around her ever so slightly to make sure she won't fall over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 23:01:26</strong>
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				(OOC - careful about making my character react.&nbsp; Leading her around is fine.)<br><br>Brynne flinched just a little at the first touch, until she figured out that was all it was - a touch.&nbsp; Some were male, some female, some more intimate, some more hesitant.&nbsp; The silence was a little eerie, and hard to get used to after the soft buzz of conversation that normally pervaded the club.<br><br>Then, after what seemed like an hour, there was only a single arm touching her.&nbsp; She wasn't sure who it belonged to - she couldn't have put a name to more than half of the touches - but she was fairly sure it was one of the men.<br><br>"That - was interesting," she said softly.&nbsp; For some reason, her voice seemed out of place in the silent club.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 23:08:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=35421.msg1834853#msg1834853">Quote from: Oniya on 27-04-2009, 23:01:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(OOC - careful about making my character react.&nbsp; Leading her around is fine.)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>(OOC-Sorry)<br><br>The room was silent still, everyone had returned to their seats and just sat watching, some very intense, some looking a bit afraid, others indifferent.&nbsp; <br>Marcus smiled at the sound of her voice, and then reached up and let the blindfold lift from her eyes.&nbsp; The lights had been dimmed with that intention, so that it wouldn't be to bright.<br>He watches her carefully, wanting to make sure there are no adverse effects to her first trip.<br>"How do you feel?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 05:04:53</strong>
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				Brynne's eyelashes fluttered as she got used to the light.&nbsp; It wasn't painful, but it was still a bit of a jump from the blindfold.<br><br>"Kind of - strange... I mean, nobody went out of line or anything, and I've been touched - where people touched me, before...&nbsp; It was a little more intense, though."<br><br>She looked around the room, wondering which of her fellow swingers had been the ones that were more forward.&nbsp; Were they the ones looking like they wanted a repeat, or the ones that looked nervous about what they'd just taken part in?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 05:22:34</strong>
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				"So that, is an example of some very light play that we will be allowing at the club.&nbsp; There will be sections that are for those who want to explore deeper aspects of BDSM and other kinks.&nbsp; All play is closely supervised by Dungeon Master's and no there aren't any twenty sided dice involved."&nbsp; He says with a faint chuckle.&nbsp; "If any of you feel uncomfortable with this, we will gladly refund any money left on your memberships.&nbsp; Those of you who wish to stay with us, we will continue your memberships with no increase in dues, though new members will be paying more to join us."<br><br>After the group starts to fall back into conversations about what Marcus had just said.&nbsp; He bends down and helps Brynne pick up her clothes.&nbsp; "Did you enjoy it?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 07:08:41</strong>
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				"It was definitely - different.&nbsp; I'm not going to be scared off by it, though, if that's what you mean."&nbsp; She laughed lightly.&nbsp; "I think Audrey looked a little freaked, though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 21:53:50</strong>
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				"No, you don't strike me as the kind who is scared away easily--and that's not my intent, more just to show people how things will be changing so they can decied for themselves.<br>Sensory depervation can be a little freaky for people even if its just one.&nbsp; You handled it very well.&nbsp; Would I be right in thinking that you didn't think about your week at all during that?"<br>Marcus turned looking out over the group, trying to remember which one Audrey was.&nbsp; "I want to check in with Audrey.&nbsp; Watching this kind of thing can be a bit intense for some people.&nbsp; But I can't remember who that is, can you give me a hand?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 22:45:41</strong>
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				Brynne looked around, and found the blond.&nbsp; "She's over there, talking to Eddie," she said, indicating the man that she'd been sitting with before.&nbsp; "To be honest, she's even a bit unsteady with the whole 'swinger' idea.&nbsp; I've only seen her a couple of times, and usually she's just sitting around instead of really mingling."<br><br>After looking at Audrey for a moment, Brynne looked back to Marcus.<br><br>"And you're right - that little trick took me away from almost everything."
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 05:58:02</strong>
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				"Well, if you're interested, next weekend I was hoping to do a slightly larger opening to see about bringing some new people in who've shown interest in joining a Dungeon.&nbsp; I'd like to have an amateur from your group come and show them how easy it is to do and how non-threatening it can be to start out lightly.&nbsp; I would really like it if that person was you.&nbsp; You have a natural talent in letting go of the world around you, and with a little bit of training you could let go of that last bit.&nbsp; Let me know okay?"<br><br>Marcus walks over towards Audrey and falls into conversation with her, listening intently to her concerns and after a few minutes she breaks into tears and he gently puts an arm around her shoulder and leads her off to a set of chairs to the far side.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 06:10:15</strong>
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				Brynne smiles and gave him a nod.&nbsp; "I'll think about it," she says, and goes on about her more 'usual' club socializing.&nbsp; At one point, Eddie comes over to give her a shoulder-rub, and she finds herself trying to remember if she'd felt his touch earlier - and where.&nbsp; <br><br>She doesn't mention Marcus's suggestion to him, but their attention is drawn away when Audrey breaks down.&nbsp; "I hope she's going to be okay," Brynne says sympathetically.&nbsp; "She's not a bad kid, just a little over her head at times."<br><br>Later in the evening, she finds herself at the bar again, sitting on one of the stools and sipping something tropical with a decent kick to it.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 06:42:23</strong>
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				Marcus walks over to the bar he has spent most of the night sitting with Audrey talking with her and a few minutes ago they had given each other a hug and she had left.&nbsp; "Stephen, I could use a stiff rum and coke please."&nbsp; He says to the bar tender.&nbsp; He sits down and sighs deeply and then swigs back the RC in one gulp, "And one more."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 06:55:55</strong>
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				"Giving your liver a little exercise?" Brynne says, tipping her glass slightly.&nbsp; Her eyes are sympathetic - it couldn't have been easy talking Audrey down from her crash.&nbsp; "I'm sure she'll be okay.&nbsp; Nobody got hurt - it was just a new experience for her.&nbsp; For everybody."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 07:05:33</strong>
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				Marcus smiles a little at her joke.&nbsp; "Good point.&nbsp; Stephen make it ginger ale with lime this time okay?"&nbsp; He turns to her and smiles a bit more.&nbsp; "Your right, she'll be okay.&nbsp; Though its always hard talking to someone about that kind of thing.&nbsp; One of those things that you never fully know what a person brings with them to a place like this."<br>He gestures to the club.&nbsp; "No matter what, it always intrigues me how many different things bring people to the outer edges of sexuality compared to just a plane vanilla life.<br>I came to into BDSM through a professor in college, he was what was called Old Guard.&nbsp; One of the trail blazers to how the Lifestyle is lived and more wildly accepted now.&nbsp; I served as his submissive, and then apprenticed as his student, then became a Dom myself.&nbsp; He always believed that one could not truly become a Dominate if someone had not first learned to serve.&nbsp; Because despite what it looks like the Dom is the one serving the submissive, not the other way around.&nbsp; The submissive has the ultimate control over everything, has the power to end the scene, the power to say stop that is enough."&nbsp; He stops and blushes a little, "Sorry soap boxing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 07:20:37</strong>
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				"No, no - it's actually very interesting," Brynne replies.&nbsp; "I'm sure a lot of people have - misconceptions about what goes on 'on the fringe'.&nbsp; Heck, there're people that have a hard time getting their heads around swinging.&nbsp; I've had to be careful who I 'let in' on that part of my life.&nbsp; My parents would think I'm 'sleeping around' - that sort of thing."<br><br>She takes another sip of her drink, and feels the warmth of the alcohol spread through her.&nbsp; "And then there are people like the guy who brought me here the first time.&nbsp; He washed out pretty quick - it was okay if there were a couple of girls paying attention to him, but if I got more attention than he wanted me to..."&nbsp; She shakes her head.&nbsp; "It turned out he had the same idea as my parents would, just in a different flavor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 07:30:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus nods, "Many people don't understand Swinging, fewer seem to understand Polyamrous relationships.&nbsp; The concept of loving more then one person at once seems to go against peoples ingrained moral codes."<br>Stephen hands him his drink and Marcus sips it slowly.&nbsp; "I understand in someways why the man who brought you here could react like that though.&nbsp; You are such a open person, I could see why he might want to keep you to himself.&nbsp; Though bringing you into an Open Relationship does kind of seem silly if that's what he wanted."<br>Marcus turns and leans in closer to her for a moment.&nbsp; "You have a strength about you that others have wanted to subvert for their own needs, and yet you've kept on to it.&nbsp; It must be very hard for you to let go at some points and that's why you come here, to let it all go away.&nbsp; But after something like that it must have made it a bit hard to let go for a while."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 16:00:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne sighs, stirring the remnants of her drink with a swizzle stick.&nbsp; "That's just it," she says.&nbsp; "When I leave here, I <em>have</em> to keep things together.&nbsp; I have to be in charge of everything and deal with every little problem that comes up.&nbsp; If the shower's cold, I'm the one that calls maintenance and gives them holy hell until I have an appointment.&nbsp; If a supply order doesn't come in, I'm the one who has to call the vendor and get it expedited."<br><br>She tossed back the last of the drink and toyed with the garnish.&nbsp; "If I didn't have a place to let go, I'd probably have an ulcer within a month."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 19:12:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus suddenly burst into laughter, after a moment he takes a deep breath.&nbsp; "Sorry...just made me think of something that one of my mentors taught me.&nbsp; He was a retired psychologist, he had had terrible health issues relating to stress, and before he got into the Lifestyle he had found Buddhism and found that its teachings were one of the things that saved his life.&nbsp; He use to say to me 'BDSM is that Buddhism of the West.&nbsp; We learn to control and focus the mind; we learn to let it all go; we learn compassion for our fellow human begins.&nbsp; Unless of course your a psychotic sadits that is.&nbsp; You're not are you Marcus?' That last bit was a bit of a joke between he and I.&nbsp; When I first approched him about a paper of his I had read on BDSM in a Journal he thought I might be a budding seral killer."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 20:18:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm hoping you've got a way of screening for that," Brynne says with a slight laugh herself.&nbsp; She can't think of Marcus as a psycho - despite the old saying that they don't look any different.<br><br>"But I can sort of see what he was saying there - you could even think of this place as a temple, where the world outside doesn't matter."&nbsp; Another laugh.&nbsp; "Maybe you should apply for tax-exemption or something."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 15:45:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think the scrutiny we would get if we tried that would drive more people away then it would save me money"&nbsp; He laughs and reaches out and brushes a strand of hair back away from her face.&nbsp; He loves looking at her eyes, there's something there that he hasn't seen in a long time.<br>"So, do you think you'll stay even with the changes?&nbsp; From what the old owner said, you're kind of an unofficial leader to some in the group; that you holds a lot of sway."<br>He couldn't help but looking at her, she has a classic beauty that just caught his eye, reminded him of when he had done figure drawing and then copying the Master's back as an art major.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 16:46:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know if I'd call myself a <em>leader</em>," she laughs, but she colors softly at the compliment.&nbsp; "I'll admit, I know most of the regulars, and I like to think I'm on good terms with almost all of them, but 'sway'?&nbsp; Probably less than you think - but since you're willing to let us stay, that gives you points in my book.&nbsp; Who knows - maybe I'll learn something about myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 17:08:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles, "It is a good way to explore oneself that's for sure.&nbsp; You wouldn't recognize me if you saw the person I was when I started out."<br>He stands and looks around, the groups seem to be thinning out.&nbsp; "I should let you get back to your friends.&nbsp; It seems like most are calling it an early evening to digest everything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 18:33:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, that's no fun..," Brynne says with a mock pout.&nbsp; "I was hoping to stay out a little later tonight.&nbsp; Oh well, I really should at least say something before they leave."<br><br>As she makes her way back to the group, she can't help thinking about some of the things Marcus has said.&nbsp; The idea of being able to let go even more fully than just what she's been doing.&nbsp; The memory of hands - just touching her - is an almost incandescently bright recollection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 14:59:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus watched her walk away, licking his lips, wondering if there's away he can train her.&nbsp; Soon enough the club starts to clear out, he walks over to a near by closet and starts to pull out a tool box, a long with a create.&nbsp; He sets the create down, he opens it up and slowly pulls out a set of chains and manacles.&nbsp; <br>He searches through the toolbox pulling out a his hammer drill, starting to make a hole then pulling out a a masonry anchors.&nbsp; He starts to anchor the thick chains into the wall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 20:08:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Brynne went home, real life came crashing back to her.&nbsp; Her shower still wasn't working, so she had to boil water on the stove in order to take a hot bath.&nbsp; Notices on her email brought her glaringly up to date with the quarter-end numbers.&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't really do anything about it until Monday, but as she went to sleep that night, it kept gnawing at her.&nbsp; Saturday morning, she woke somewhat groggily, made herself a pot of coffee, and ended up on her computer typing up a plan to correct the problems.&nbsp; She likely would have typed into the night if a need for food hadn't driven her from the machine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 07:38:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus walked into a small all night dinner that he had seen driving his way home from finishing up some more work at the club.&nbsp; He walked in looking around for a small booth, but could only find one near the front.&nbsp; He slid in and reaching into his messenger back and pulled out his sketch pad.&nbsp; Though he hadn't pursued it as a career he still loved his art.<br><br>He sat back thinking, his mind was filled with images of Brynne standing there before them all naked.&nbsp; The waitress came over and he order a nearly raw roast beef sandwich with horseradish and a glass of cranberry juice.<br>Then he turned his minds eye back to the images of that beauty.&nbsp; With a peice of compressed charcoal he began to do quick sketches of her, nude for the most part, but a few with her dressed in that stunning outfit.<br>Then he started to draw her in posses that his mind was filled with, images of her chained to a wall; or on her knees hands, behind her head; a collar tight around her throat, being lead away by a man...himself or at least his self-image of himself.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 07:37:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The diner happened to be a favorite of Brynne's.&nbsp; She was in there often enough that they knew her typical habit of ordering breakfast at seven or eight in the evening.&nbsp; Since all the booths were filled, she headed straight for the stools at the counter, and was looking at the menu before noticing that Marcus was over at a table.<br><br>"Hey there, stranger," she said with a tired smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 15:02:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus flushed, something he hadn't done in god knows how long.&nbsp; He slowly shut his sketch pad,&nbsp; "Hello."&nbsp; Marcus gestures to the opposite side of the booth.&nbsp; "Come and have a seat."<br>He looked closely at her, "You okay?&nbsp; You look rather tired."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 07:55:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne waved at one of the waiters to let him know she was moving to the table, then slid into the booth across from him.<br><br>"God, Marcus, if there was ever a week that I wanted to just - hang it up..."&nbsp; Her fingers rubbed small circles on her temples.&nbsp; "I got home, and there were <em>fifteen</em> new messages.&nbsp; On a Friday evening.&nbsp; Not one of them had been there before I left work.&nbsp; I spent today trying to get everything sorted out - I had to stop when the numbers started doing a Lobster Quadrille."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 08:16:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus nods.&nbsp; "I understand.&nbsp; I found out today I need to redo the business license because apparently swinging isn't considered adult entrainment in the towns laws but a BDSM club is. Two of the walls will need to be reinfourced it turns out, and my contact for the Sex Machines is out of the country for three weeks."&nbsp; He pauses for a moment, then says "&nbsp; 'Back to land again, and—that’s all the first figure.' said the Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures, who had been jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again very sadly and quietly and looked at Alice.<br>I love Lewis Carol, I did some art work once based on his books."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 16:46:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess it's because we kept it looking more like a social club.&nbsp; There were some private rooms - well, you know that - but those were on the outer walls, so none of the neighbors could hear the noises that <em>were</em> going on.&nbsp; BDSM has a certain - 'look?' - associated with it.&nbsp; Swinging really doesn't."<br><br>She fell silent as she saw the waiter coming with her coffee.&nbsp; "Eggs will be up in a few minutes," he said as she added sugar and milk to the brew.<br><br>Once he left, she changed the subject.&nbsp; "So, which scene was your favorite?&nbsp; Alice, I mean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 19:11:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment, stretching letting his spine and neck pop.<br>" 'Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again.<br>“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” said Alice, “a great girl like you” (she might well say this), “to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!"'<br>I like the dialog she has with herself at this point, though much of her internal dialog through out the book is very intresting.&nbsp; I think that is something parents do to their children too, telling them they should express their emotions.&nbsp; If I was trapped in a hall growing that big I think I'd be crying too. "<br>Marcus reached out over the table and took her right hand in his and started to rub his thumb slowly over the ball where the thumb connects down to the rest of the palm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 05:34:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a day of typing, the light massage felt pretty good.&nbsp; Brynne could feel the tight muscles unraveling as he rubbed the heel of her hand.<br><br>"I think I'd also be talking to myself if I found myself in a world where nothing worked like it was supposed to," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "But it's interesting that after she 'got back', she was almost eager to go back when the opportunity came."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 15:25:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Through the Looking Glass.&nbsp; Its interesting that Carol chose that, because Mirrors in many cultures have had some kind of mystical connotation, be it a door to another world like it was for Lewis, or the trapping of a soul at death.<br>Often when we do leave the world even for a little bit, meditation, art, which ever it may be, its not uncommon to find ourselves drawing almost instantly drawn back into that place of peace."<br><br>He keeps gently working on her hand, watching her.&nbsp; Then he gets up and slides into her side of the booth.&nbsp; "Want to try an experiment?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 17:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What kind of experiment?" she asks.&nbsp; The waiter brings her meal - a Western omelet with hash browns and a fresh coffee - and she decides to use her left hand instead of taking her hand away from him.<br><br>"Don't tell me you have a mirror that leads to Wonderland," she adds with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 17:34:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled, still lightly rubbing her hand. "Nothing big.&nbsp; Just something that might help the day melt away.&nbsp; Are you up for it?"<br>The waitress brings over his roast beef and cranberry juice.&nbsp; He pulls the glass over next to them and waits for her answer, watching her lovely face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 18:50:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fork pauses for a moment as she considers.&nbsp; "If ever there was a day - a <em>week</em> that I'd want to melt away, this is it."&nbsp; She thinks back to the document she left up on her computer at home.&nbsp; "Unless we have a power strike that fries every circuit in my apartment, everything there will keep."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 19:02:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh this is a very simple one. Just close your eyes."&nbsp; Marcus waits to see what she will do, his fingers lightly trailing up and down the condensation slick glass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 23:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She isn't sure if she feels disappointed or excited when his 'experiment' is something to be done in public.&nbsp; Nevertheless, she sets her fork down and closes her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 04:48:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled, quietly reaching into his glass he withdrew an ice cube, shaking it to make sure no cranberry juice was left on it.&nbsp; With her eyes closed, he carefully took her wrists with his free hand and put them down on the table, firmly holding them there.<br>Then he starts to run the ice cube slowly over her neck, over her clavicle.&nbsp; He leans in close to her "I don't want you to focus on anything else at all.&nbsp; Just the feeling of the cold."&nbsp; He fishes out another one, and runs it slowly down the back of her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 18:00:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne twitches and gasps in surprise as the first icy trickle hits her skin.&nbsp; Her arms tense under his grip as the melt-water disappears behind the simple t-shirt that she is wearing.&nbsp; <br><br>There is more to this experience than the cold.&nbsp; There is his hand, pinning hers to the table, even though she agreed to the experiment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 22:03:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled as he felt her tense, but was also relived since she didn't seem to pull away.&nbsp; He slowly drew the ice away from the back of her neck, and then leaned in close blowing softly over the trails of water, the warms of his breath drying the chillled spots.<br>His hand gently stroked her wrists as he held her there, then watching as the water trickled down to her breasts he watched to see how her body would respond to the mixture of warmth and cold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 17:23:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His breath feels like it came off of a desert as it crosses her chilled skin.&nbsp; Brynne doesn't make a sound, concentrating on the changes in temperature, but Marcus is close enough to see her skin rise into goosebumps as he blows across it.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the trickles have reached the thin fabric of her bra, soaking into it and spreading cool wetness across her breasts - as well as a hint of translucency.&nbsp; The t-shirt would hide it from the casual observer, but there was a tightening there as well, as hard points dimpled the damp fabric.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:27:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled as he saw her body's reaction to his touch, to his breath.&nbsp; He takes yet another piece of ice and runs it slowly over her exposed skin again&nbsp; Then he leans in closer to her, his body nearly pressed against her.&nbsp; "Has it all melted away again?"&nbsp; He smiles softly, knowing that all his distractions of the week have melted away into this moment.&nbsp; That there is nothing else but the ice, the breath, and this young woman in his mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:56:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooh - it's - definitely... not a priority anymore," she says, finding the words sluggish in coming.&nbsp; She shivers as the new ice glazes her skin with cool moisture, making the warmth of his body all the more appealing.<br><br>"And that's just with a little ice - you ever think of becoming a therapist?" she asks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 06:36:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus laughed softly.&nbsp; "You're not the first one to suggest it.&nbsp; But no, I like the jobs I've had.&nbsp; I do act as an impromptu counselor from time to time when needed at the clubs.&nbsp; And besides that this is a therapy of sorts like you've found, just as much for you as for me though.&nbsp; It's a mutual exchange of energy and power."<br>He then took her hands in his and started to rub them again.&nbsp; "So have you given any more thought to what I suggested the other night?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 07:04:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"About sticking with the club?" Brynne asks.&nbsp; "I didn't realize that I'd left any question about that," she adds with a smile.&nbsp; "I think I'd go nuts if I didn't have some place to - blow off a little steam?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 07:14:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus grinned.&nbsp; "No you didn't about that.&nbsp; What I meant was coming as an amateur next weekend for our bigger opening.&nbsp; Showing people how even a novice can let the world slip away and yet feel safe.&nbsp; Or at least I hope you feel safe."&nbsp; He ran his fingers slowly up over her arms, caressing the goosebumped skin.&nbsp; His eyes fall down for a moment to her breasts noticing that at least from where he sat that her bra was now visable through the fabric.&nbsp; Should he press his luck with her?<br>"Why don't you slide to the outside, and let me sit on the inside."&nbsp; He smiled warmly at her watching her closely.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 16:54:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It sounds like it could be fun," she says, as his fingers stroke smoothly over her.&nbsp; The chill is being slowly but surely replaced by the warmth of his skin.&nbsp; "I'm not entirely sure how I'll do with total strangers - after all, I've gotten to know most of the regulars over several months at least."&nbsp; <br><br><em>Why don't you slide to the outside, and let me sit on the inside.</em><br><br>It is a slightly odd request, especially since he had moved to join her on that side of the table, but on the other hand, she can't see anything particularly <em>wrong</em> with it.&nbsp; "More of a window person?" she asks, rising halfway to edge over to the outer end of the bench seat.&nbsp; The maneuver would take her briefly over his lap as she made the switch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 17:34:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Something like that."&nbsp; Marcus absently licked his lips his eyes running over her back and down to her lovely flank for that briefest moment as she slide over his lap.<br>As soon as she had settled, Marcus raised his hand to call over one the waiter.&nbsp; He smiled again as he watched the young man's eyes widen for a moment, locked on Brynne's wet shirt just for a moment before he tore his eyes away.<br>"I could use a cup of coffee, and I think a slice of apple pie, with a wedge of cheddar cheese if you've got some."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 18:07:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cheese?"&nbsp; For a moment, it looked like the young man had forgotten the meaning of the word - except in association with the word 'cake' - but he recovered shortly.<br><br>"I think the cook has some that he uses for the omelets.&nbsp; I'll see if I can get some that hasn't been grated yet," he said.&nbsp; He scurried away to the back before Brynne realized what had so distracted him.<br><br>"Uh-oh," she said as her appearance sank in, and she grabbed up a napkin to dab at the wet cotton.&nbsp; It didn't help much, and a faint blush rose in her cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 16:31:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus reached out and took her hands, and leaned in close to her.&nbsp; "You just stood in front of a group of people naked, and yet your embarrassed but your clothes be slightly wet showing off yet another article of clothing.<br>Besides, cheddar cheese is great with apple pie, want to give it a try?"<br>He smiled at her, his fingers lightly stroking her palm again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 21:19:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's different," she said, lowering her voice.&nbsp; "The club is a private place - and besides, I knew everyone there.&nbsp; It wasn't out in a restaurant."<br><br>Still, there was a certain thrill that she felt underneath the embarrassment.&nbsp; And besides, it wasn't as if she had purposely soaked her shirt to give the waiter a show...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 05:25:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled again, watching her.&nbsp; "You should consider wearing something that shows off your chest a bit more, other then your eyes and your hands.&nbsp; I'd say its one of your best features."<br>The waiter came back, his face was flushed, but in his slacks it was easy to see that he had a hard on.&nbsp; "Here's your pie and a slice cheddar cheese."<br>"So," Marcus said to the young waiter before he scurried off again.&nbsp; "Do you like the way she looks?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 06:47:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne could hardly meet the waiter's eyes - but glancing down was just as dangerous.&nbsp; She'd never thought of any of the staff here in a sexual sense, and here was a guy who had probably brought her burgers and fries a hundred times over with a rather sizable erection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 15:18:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young man's voice cracked a little, he shifted his weight his raging hard on jutting painfully against his slacks.&nbsp; "I--I'm not sure."<br>Marcus smirked a little, leaning over a bit, his body pressed lightly against Brynne.&nbsp; "You're not sure?&nbsp; I mean look at her, those lips, that sensual neck.&nbsp; And god those tits.&nbsp; Just the right size, and her nipples are rather sensitive I'd say considering that they can even poke out of that bra.<br>So, do you like the way she looks?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 17:51:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Marcus!" Brynne hissed, even though his glowing description of her was sending a warm rush through her.&nbsp; She even sat up a little straighter, unintentionally giving the poor waiter a better look at what Marcus was describing.&nbsp; She'd never gone out of her way to attract attention to herself - at least, not unless she was in the club or on her way there.&nbsp; It had always been almost a different life entirely - one where she didn't have to worry about the frustration of her normal one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 18:06:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I--I think she's hot."&nbsp; The young man said flushing.&nbsp; Marcus looked at Brynne, "What?&nbsp; The young man deserves to speak his mind doesn't he?&nbsp; Don't you like the idea of a man looking at you?&nbsp; Wanting you?&nbsp; I bet if you asked he would be willing to take you right here on the table.&nbsp; We'll maybe that's a stretch."&nbsp; Marcus looked at the young man, who's eyes were wide now.&nbsp; "Looks like he's thought about that before with you though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 03:05:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well - I suppose," Brynne stammered, caught a little off guard.&nbsp; "It's just - this is a diner, and..."&nbsp; She caught the waiter's eyes again, and couldn't help feeling just a little naughty at the thought of someone wanting her <em>that</em> bad.<br><br>"... It's just not the kind of place I'd usually..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 04:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus reached over Brynne and took his plate and started in on his steaming apple pie, biting off cheddar cheese from time to time.&nbsp; "Here try a piece."&nbsp; He offers some to Brynne, with a bit&nbsp; of melted cheese on top.&nbsp; He leaned in closer to her, "You're turned on a bit aren't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 07:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne takes the offered bite, thinking over her reactions as she savored the unusual combination of salty cheese and sweet apple filling.&nbsp; There was a parallel in what was going through her mind - a mixture of mortification and... yes, arousal.<br><br>"Maybe a bit," she acknowledged, still faintly blushing at the whole situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 16:28:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled, sighing quietly, he'd been pushing things, but he had wanted to see how far Brynne would let him go.<br>He watched her, her face was so lovely, she had such smooth and even skin.&nbsp; Part of his mind raced with thoughts wondering how well she bruised, how her skin might take the marks of rope bondage; but the other part of his mind wondered what kind of work she did.&nbsp; Other then <em>Alice in Wonderland</em> what other books she might like, if she liked French food.<br><br>"I know this isn't the kind of place you'd normally do this.&nbsp; But I wanted to show you that any place could be that kind of place.&nbsp; Even work."&nbsp; He smiled at her, thinking of different ways he might be able to get her to shed that shell away from the club.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 07:56:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne smiled.&nbsp; "I think 'work' might have some issues if I did something like that there," she said.&nbsp; "If nothing else, the upper management might suffer a collective heart attack."<br><br>It <em>had</em> been a bit of a rush, seeing the waiter get all flustered as Marcus had talked about her - almost as if he had been describing a fine work of art.&nbsp; She wondered if it would be the same when she went to the 'grand opening'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 19:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus laughed at the image "Well we wouldn't want that, that would put you in charge and give you a it to much stress right?"<br>Marcus reached over and took her check as well and place the proper amount down on the table, and a nice sized tip as well <br>"Unless you want to give him another nice so for his nice tip."&nbsp; Marcus grinned realizing his pun.&nbsp; "Sorry that was unintentional."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 17:18:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne coughed lightly.&nbsp; "I - think the story he'll have to tell is probably enough for that," she said in a low voice.&nbsp; "God, it's going to be interesting next time I come back for a cup of coffee."<br><br>Surprisingly, the idea of <em>not</em> coming back to the diner wasn't an option that she considered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 18:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled and reached his hand out lightly brushing her cheek.&nbsp; "And yet it will be worth it in the long run.&nbsp; I'll see you next weekend for the opening then."&nbsp; He smiled, it wasn't a command as much as a statement of fact, he was sure that he'd be there; he could be wrong, but he had a feeling that she was to intreged now not to be.<br><br>He walked home humming softly to himself, thinking about the grandopening.&nbsp; It was going to be big, and if Brynne did come he'd have to make sure that he had something special planned.&nbsp; Just for her.&nbsp; He licked his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 18:29:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whether he had intended it or not, the events of that chance meeting kept intruding on Brynne throughout the week.&nbsp; Going to the unending meetings made her think of what else could be done on that dark, hardwood table.&nbsp; Going to the office coffee machine made her think of the hapless waiter that he had nearly exposed her in front of.&nbsp; Late in the week, she even ventured back to the diner, feeling a quiver inside as she wondered if that same young man would be on shift.<br><br>All the while, she was also looking forward to the end of the week, and the grand opening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 19:14:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus worked hard that week trying to make sure that everything was&nbsp; ready for the grand opening.&nbsp; He brought in a few work crews that he had heard about in the area that were very willing to be discreate for a slightly higher price and had the rooms in the back set up for more private but still supervised play.&nbsp; Chains on the walls, tables with leather straps, a couple of racks.<br><br>The main room was only modified a little, instead of the postmodern furnature; he had brought in a few Victorian sofas and a few high back sitting chairs, there was a platform now in the center, carpted in a soft shag to make it a bit easier for those who may stand on it.<br><br>Part of the plan for the night was those who chose were going to participate in an "auction" he had worked out with his lawyers the legal word and ramifications of the auction to make sure no one could accuse him of human trafficking or prostitution.<br><br>The night came, he was excited and nervous, he had to take a deep breath.&nbsp; It was odd, it had been a long time since he felt this worked up over anything; but this was his project, this was his place.<br><br>He waited for the doors to be opened, he was dressed in a pair of tight black pants, a deep wine red silk shirt that made his hazel eyes stand out. <br>At exactly 9 o'clock, two of the wait staff open the doors, and people began to come in.&nbsp; People circulated around, as did the wait staff handing out drinks and ordervs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 08:05:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne arrived a little after 9.&nbsp; She had spent a little extra time getting herself ready, with a teal dress that dipped saucily below one one knee and had the other side halfway up her thigh.&nbsp; The neckline scooped low enough to tease at her cleavage, although a simple necklace of carved rose beads kept the focus from being too deliberate.<br><br>She smiled as she walked through the door.<br><br>"My, I don't think I've seen the place this busy so early," she commented to Marcus.&nbsp; "Or this dressed up," she added as she looked him over.&nbsp; "Should I go home and put on something more appropriate?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 17:49:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled at her "No my dear you're fine.&nbsp; Just walk around meet some people.&nbsp; In about an hour I might need your hand with something.&nbsp; Here. "&nbsp; Marcus handed her a copy of the schedule for the day.<br>He reached out and brushes a strand of her hair back behind her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 07:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My, you've certainly got everything in order," Brynne said with a smile, looking over the day's events.&nbsp; "When this place had its first grand opening, I think the big 'event' was half-priced drinks and some rather risque balloon sculptures.&nbsp; So, an hour from now..."<br><br>She checked the clock behind the bar and then looked back on the schedule.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 17:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In an hour, we'll have 'our' demonstration.&nbsp; Don't worry, it will just be you and me for it, well that and everyone who's watching."&nbsp; Marcus smiled at her, watching her eyes to see if there was any fear.<br>"Just find me about ten minutes before hand and I'll show you where you can change."<br><br>Just then one of the waiters tripped, spilling ordervs all over one of the guests, "This is a 5,000 dollar dress!"<br>Marcus sighed, "Excuse me."&nbsp; And head off to see how he could diffuse the situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 21:31:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne gave him a smile.&nbsp; There was a bit of nervousness in it, but it was balanced by determination.&nbsp; Surely it couldn't be anything too bad if Marcus was going to do this demonstration in front of a crowd of this caliber...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 03:07:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus agreed to pay for the woman's dry cleaning and then talked with the young server who was crying.&nbsp; With only a few minutes to spare he worked his way through the crowd and found Brynne.&nbsp; "Are you ready?"&nbsp; He smiled at her "This is going to be intense, but I think you'll enjoy it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 05:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Intense like it was last time?" she asked.&nbsp; "I think I can handle that.&nbsp; You were saying something about me getting changed before the demo?"<br><br>She'd had a wine cooler in the time that Marcus was dealing with the server, and had gotten herself into a more relaxed frame of mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 16:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled, "Yes, here."&nbsp; He took her arm gently and lead her back through the throng to the back hallway.&nbsp; He lead her to his office sine it was the most secure room in the place.&nbsp; He opened the door and stepped inside.&nbsp; The office at the moment was pretty cluttered with boxes everywhere, but his desk was clean, a large oak desk he had found at an estate sale and gotten fairly cheaply.<br>"Here was are," He handed her a very thin white gossamer robe.&nbsp; It tied around the middle to hold it shut, but the fabric itself was more an illusion it was so transparent.<br>"When you're ready let me know and we'll walk out together, all you need to do is listen to my voice and follow my commands okay?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 19:47:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was obvious that she wasn't supposed to wear anything underneath it, and so Brynne turned her back and started to strip down.&nbsp; Even her bra and panties were soon in a neat pile, although she left her heels on to accentuate her well-formed legs.<br><br>She pulled the tie on the robe snug, bringing it tight across her breasts before turning back to Marcus.&nbsp; "Like this?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 17:23:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus turned to look at her, and he felt his dick stiffen a bit more in his pants.&nbsp; He stepped forward and reached out spreading the robe a bit over her breasts to show more cleavage.<br>"Yes that's great."&nbsp; He looked into her eyes, and for a moment had a strong desire to kiss her, but he pushed that feeling away, not wanting to push his luck at the moment.&nbsp; "Are you ready?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 19:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As ready as I'll ever be," Brynne said.&nbsp; She could feel the tension in the air, as well as a sense of being both completely clothed and completely naked at the same time.&nbsp; "Just like last time?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 20:57:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No"&nbsp; Marcus shook his head "It will just be you and me on stage tonight; don't want to get anyone to worked up tonight.&nbsp; I would like it if you followed behind me about four steps okay?&nbsp; I will lead the way to the center stage, and I want you to trust me okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 21:06:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Four steps..."&nbsp; Brynne paced off the distance, giving him a good look at her back before she turned.&nbsp; "So, this far?&nbsp; I think I can manage that.&nbsp; And when you stop, I keep going to center stage as well?&nbsp; Or do I stay off to the side?"<br><br>It was a little easier, knowing that Marcus was going to be the only one doing anything this time.&nbsp; Although she'd seen a number of familiar faces in the club, there were a lot that she didn't know.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 21:08:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled, he wondered if she would think of that.&nbsp; "I want you to stay off stage until I hold out my hand to you, then I'd like you to come up and kneel down on the center of the stage.&nbsp; Don't worry I've made sure the carpets nice and soft.&nbsp; I want you to try to relax and just let yourself go okay?"<br>He turned and opened the door and started to walk down the hallway heading to the main part of the club, he didn't turn around he just trusted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 21:18:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The instructions were easy enough to follow, and it seemed harmless enough to play along.&nbsp; Brynne was able to keep close to the four-step distance, and when she reached the edge of the stage, she did stand and wait, her eyes on Marcus as she watched for the signal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 21:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The lights dimmed slightly as Marcus stepped onto the stage, the conversations slowed and then stopped.<br>"Ladies and Gentlemen, many of you have questions about how this kind of place can serve you.&nbsp; What can a BDSM club provide you that you couldn't find outside of these walls.&nbsp; Instead of trying to explain it to you, I feel that one of the most useful ways is to show you.&nbsp; Tonight, for your education and entrainment I will bring up a young woman who is new to this kind of thing, this is only her second time, and yet finds giving herself up a great way to let go.&nbsp; To be free of the cares of the outside world."&nbsp; Marcus turned facing Brynne and beckoned with a single flex off a finger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 21:43:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne stepped forward, only glancing briefly out at the audience as she came into view.&nbsp; She was even more aware than ever of how much the sheer robe exposed her, and a touch of color tinged her cheeks as she knelt in front of Marcus at center stage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 16:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled down at her just for a moment before returning his attention to the crowd.<br>"As I said this young woman has only just began to explore the BDSM lifestyle and what it has to offer her."&nbsp; He stepped behind her and placed his hand lightly on her shoulders.&nbsp; "But as many of you can already see she's starting to find her place in."<br>From her shoulder he put his hand gently on the back of her neck and massaged it lightly, trying to reminder her that it was okay, and that he was in this with her.<br>"Now, for the demonstration."&nbsp; Putting his hand firmly on the back of her neck, he gently but noticeable apply pressure in such away that she would need to stand.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 17:05:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was unusual, feeling Marcus's fingers at the base of her skull.&nbsp; Even more unusual was the way he seemed to be raising her to her feet without her deciding to do so.&nbsp; Brynne had agreed to the demonstration, so she didn't even consider resisting such a simple - if silent - instruction, and as a result, the upward pressure flowed naturally into upward movement.<br><br>Looking out at the audience, she saw more than a few of the new patrons giving her appreciative looks, which filled her with a mix of pride and apprehension.<br><br><em>Marcus is here.&nbsp; It's just a demonstration.&nbsp; He won't let anything bad happen at his grand opening...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 17:23:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With one quick fluid movement, Marcus untied the robe and let it fall open exposing more of Brynne's beauty to the audience.&nbsp; He then lifted the robe off of her so that she was standing there, nude.&nbsp; He slowly walked around almost as if inspecting her.<br>He reached out and caressed her face, and then down her arms, touching her with a light feather touch, brushing ever inch of her body, well almost every inch of her; but when ever he would get close to her breasts, or her ass, or her inner thighs, he would skip them.&nbsp; Sometimes he would bring his hands close almost as if to touch them, but never.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 17:55:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne heard her own gasp echoed by the audience as the robe fell away.&nbsp; As Marcus's hands roamed over her body, she couldn't help but tremble, especially as his fingers skimmed a breath away from actually touching her in any sexual manner.<br><br>With every moment, she anticipated that eventual contact, and yet it continued to be elusive, to the point where she was sure she would be fantasizing about it later.&nbsp; From the looks she saw on some of the patrons' faces, some of them would be as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 18:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Then suddenly without any warning Marcus lowered his head and blew a light breath of air across her nipples.&nbsp; Watching her face as he did, waiting to see her reaction.&nbsp; He knew what the crowd was feeling, Hell he knew what he was feeling, his dick was ridged in his pants, luckily he had made sure to wear a pair that he could a least hide it slightly; but he wanted to know what this beauty was feeling.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 18:20:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To Brynne, the soft whisper of air was as tangible as if he had drawn his fingers across that sensitive flesh.&nbsp; She felt her nipples tighten, standing dark pink against her creamy breasts, as well as a warmth starting to gather in her own sex.&nbsp; It was a struggle not to jerk back, just from the surprise of it.<br><br>The audience would see Brynne flinch ever so slightly.&nbsp; Some of those paying more attention would see her eyes widen and her lips part.&nbsp; Some of them might even catch the soft questioning noise in her throat.&nbsp; Marcus was closer still.&nbsp; He would be able to see all of this as well as the way her pupils dilated, making her eyes seem even darker than normal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 18:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus grinned at her reaction and then stood, he took her hands in both of his and then turned her around then lifted her arms above her head so that her breasts we pushed out towards the crowd.&nbsp; Then he let them go, and with a simple point he indicated that she was to kneel again.&nbsp; "Any questions?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 18:36:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne knelt, feeling like her legs might give out if she didn't.&nbsp; What had just happened?&nbsp; He'd managed to get her all wound up without even touching her - at least, not where it usually mattered.&nbsp; As she worked to get her thoughts back under control, she could hear questions coming from the audience.<br><br>"You can get these results after only two sessions?"<br><br>"How long did it take you to learn how to do that?"<br><br>"That wasn't just an act, was it?"<br><br>"What other tricks does she do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 03:40:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus sighed with relief, he had suspect that this would go over, and it had, but there was always a chance that it could fall have fallen flat.&nbsp; He raised his hand to get a bit of control over the situation.&nbsp; "Okay I will first answer the questions I could hear.&nbsp; After that I will need you to raise your hand and we will be pop-corning around a wireless mic so that everyone can here."<br>He stood as close as he could to her, wanting her to know that he was still there for her even as he spoke to the others.&nbsp; His hand gently caressed the back of her head, a soft, tender touch.<br>"First, getting these results after two seasons is atypical, but as you just saw it can happen.&nbsp; This young woman is very special in that she is willing to try new things and new experiences with out to much trepidation.&nbsp; She also like many of you has a career and a daily life that she often wants to get away from, to let it go and feel free of responsibility.&nbsp; For her this is that kind of release."<br><br>"Second, how long did it take me to learn this?&nbsp; I've been invovled in the Lifestyle as we call it for a number of years now.&nbsp; I for a long time was a switch which meant I was willing to be Dominate or submissive.&nbsp; I learned from a great number of people and had the luck to meet and be mentored by some people that in our Lifestyle were called the Old Guard, as well as some people who not part of that movement were still very knowledgeable .&nbsp; I personally have about 12 years experience, if you were to add just those three people who I mentored under I would have about let me see, 24, 15, 10, I would have the experience of 61 years of training behind my belt.<br><br>"Third.&nbsp; That wasn't an act, was it?&nbsp; No, it was very real.&nbsp; I don't have any other way to answer that.<br><br>"Four.&nbsp; What other tricks does she do?&nbsp; Though there are some people who do services like tricks and the lick, this young woman is not one of those, or at least not yet, that is for something for her to decided if she chooses to progress more in the Lifestyle.<br><br>"It is important to understand and remember that even in this kind of Power exchange and dynamic there is free will and choice.&nbsp; It is her choice to be on stage with me, it is her choice to be submissive to me at this point and time.&nbsp; However, for her and I, our play is limited to this place," a little white lie won't hurt them, he thought, knowing it will help them to understand some ground rules. "If I were to meet her on the street it would be only as a friend perhaps, or maybe to have no interaction at all, just strangers passing each other.&nbsp; That is something I will give you all, and something my staff will give you as well; anonymity.<br><br>"Now before we go to you guys for more questions I have one quick one, for her."&nbsp; He turned took look down at her, his eyes soft and genital.&nbsp; "How do you feel?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 05:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That - was amazing," she answered breathlessly.&nbsp; "I don't think - I've ever had anyone make me feel so much without - you know..."&nbsp; There was more she wanted to say, but it felt far too intimate to put into words right here, right now.&nbsp; <br><br>She was starting to get more curious about this 'Lifestyle' that Marcus spoke about.&nbsp; If just this small taste of it had gotten her this excited, what else was possible?<br><br>The questions continued for a while, some insightful, some more salacious.&nbsp; Some of the newcomers actually seemed to know what they were talking about, even if Brynne hadn't seen them around the club before.&nbsp; Some appeared to have a mindset lifted from cheap dime-novels.&nbsp; One gentleman finally took the mike and smiled in the manner of one acknowledging an equal.<br><br>"So - do you plan for this club to be strictly for scene-ing, or will it be a place to potentially find collars?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 05:31:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus nodded at the gentleman smiling in return.&nbsp; "That is an excellent question.&nbsp; I envision this place will hopefully fulfill a number of roles to what I hope is becoming a burgeoning Lifestyle community.&nbsp; For the most part this place will focus on scene play, but what individuals do when it comes to possibly finding collars here that is up to yourselves."&nbsp; Without even realizing it Marcus hand caressed the back of Brynne's neck, holding it gently but firmly, resting his hand there.&nbsp; My staff and I are focused on providing education and information about the Lifestyle as well as providing a place for safe play, be it RACK or SSC.&nbsp; In the up coming months and hopefully years we plan to hold monthly classes on a number of topics."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 07:24:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man inclined his head.&nbsp; "I'm sure you'll find your efforts well-rewarded," he said.&nbsp; "This region has been needing more of a - focus - to the community."<br><br>Brynne was surprised.&nbsp; She hadn't even had an inkling of this being so prevalent.&nbsp; She glanced up at Marcus.&nbsp; Seeing him at this angle made him seem somehow more powerful - almost larger than life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 16:11:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well friends, that is enough questions for right now.&nbsp; Please feel free to mingle ask questions of the staff.&nbsp; I will be back in a few minutes there are a few things that I need to take care of and then I will be available."&nbsp; Marcus bent down taking Brynne's hands and helping her back up, he picked up the robe and draped it over her shoulders, and then he walked down the stairs and headed back down the hallway which they had come.<br>When they reached his office he, turned to face her.&nbsp; "You did a wonderful job."&nbsp; He gestured towards the couch that he had in the office, "Have a seat.&nbsp; You look like you could use a drink."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 16:51:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That - would be nice," Brynne said, taking a seat on the couch.&nbsp; Her legs felt a little wobbly, and her nerves were singing with adrenaline from the performance.&nbsp; "God, I feel completely <em>wired</em> - I think this was even more intense than what we did the day you showed up," she added.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 17:10:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus opened his small wet bar, he kept one back here for his own use but it was only lightly stocked since there was a full bar out front.&nbsp; He mixed her up a grasshopper and then sat down next to her.&nbsp; He smiled and pulled the quilt from behind them and put it around her shoulders.&nbsp; "Here drink this up and then we'll talk a bit."&nbsp; He sat there closer to her, gently rubbing the back of her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 17:30:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne sipped the cocktail slowly, enjoying the way that the cool mint transformed into a warmth spreading through her.&nbsp; Her eyes drifted half-closed as the rush from being on stage started to fade - and Marcus's light massage didn't hurt either.&nbsp; <br><br>"Is that something you teach in your classes?" she asked as she finished the drink.&nbsp; "Because you could probably make a fortune teaching guys how to do that."<br><br>She felt very safe, very comfortable at the moment.&nbsp; Marcus had said that everything would be fine, and so far it had been.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 17:39:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus shifted himself so that if she wanted she could rest against him.&nbsp; "I do teach it, but everyone has their own way of doing, and besides not everyone can learn what is taught to them.&nbsp; You have a wonderful almost natural gift for this kind of thing."&nbsp; He brushed a strand of her hair back away from her face.&nbsp; "Its wonderful working with you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 17:54:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne laughed softly.&nbsp; "It's amazing how easy it is to slip into this," she replied.&nbsp; "I mean, you talk about 'dominants' and 'submissives' - I never thought of myself as particularly submissive.&nbsp; I couldn't do my job if I let people walk all over me."<br><br>She had pressed up next to him, not exactly leaning, but certainly maintaining the contact that he offered.<br><br>""Mmm, I probably shouldn't have mentioned work," she said after a brief pause.&nbsp; "It seems wrong to bring that in here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 18:07:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I tried to find a job that was also something I enjoyed.&nbsp; What was it Joseph Campbell said, 'Follow your bliss'&nbsp; It wasn't until I really started to get involved in the Lifestyle that I started to find peace."&nbsp; He put his arms lightly around her, wanting to keep her close.&nbsp; "So do you think you'll join?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 18:23:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I'd had any doubts about staying with the club, tonight would have convinced me to stay on," she replied with a smile.&nbsp; "As I said before, it's a place where I can leave 'out there' -" she gestured vaguely beyond the building "- out there."<br><br>She didn't find it odd that he was holding her.&nbsp; There had been many evenings before the changeover where she had ended up in a purely platonic embrace with one or more other club members, and it was almost instinctive to settle herself more comfortably against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 18:41:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes the outside world can be a bit of a trial."&nbsp; <br>He bent his head, and kisses her lips softly.&nbsp; He couldn't help himself, he wanted this little woman for himself, but he might have just killed any chance of that.&nbsp; He broke the kiss and blushed, holding her close still.<br>"I'm glad that you're going to stay on."&nbsp; He tried to cover his little gaff, but wasn't sure if that would even work.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 19:39:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne looked surprised, but not displeased.&nbsp; She blushed and looked down, running a hand through her hair.&nbsp; For that brief moment, the outside world - and even the strangers out in the main club had completely vanished.<br><br>"I - I think I almost have to," she stammered.&nbsp; She tried to turn the unintended admission into a lighter comment.&nbsp; "After all, you heard that other guy - Where else am I going to learn more about this 'Lifestyle'?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 02:50:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled sheepishly.&nbsp; "Well lets see, there's always Chicago, but that's about eight and a half hours from here."&nbsp; He gave her a soft squeeze.&nbsp; "I think I had better get back to the guests.&nbsp; Please when you feel ready join us okay?"<br>Marcus stood, and caressed her cheek ever so softly.&nbsp; He turned and left the office.&nbsp; He made his way back among the guests and started to answer some more general questions, there was a mob of women dripping with questions.&nbsp; He was polite and answered them, but he could tell that for a number of them they were wanting something a bit more, and in a couple of cases a lot more.&nbsp; That was something he was going to have to caution the staff about, getting involved with the clientele---wow that was going to be an interesting conversation at this rate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:22:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne waited a good fifteen minutes before getting dressed in her regular clothes and coming out of the office.&nbsp; She left the sheer robe almost regretfully, draping it over the arm of the sofa.&nbsp; When she got out to the main room, some of the long-term members homed in on her.<br><br>"What was going on up there?"<br>"How did he convince you to do that?"<br>"Do you have some sort of thing for him?"<br><br>Brynne couldn't answer any of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:33:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus knew as soon as she entered the main part of the club again, partly because of the buzz that changed, but mostly because he had mirrors installed in the celling that if one knew how to look at them just right showed almost ever inch of the place.&nbsp; He moved through the crowd until he was near by, but not right with her, answering a few more questions, he had made sure to place himself near a woman who had been openly flirting with him before.&nbsp; Even now he didn't return her advances but he wanted to see how Brynne would react.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 19:15:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few of the newcomers gazed appraisingly at Brynne as she politely disengaged from the group and moved closer to Marcus.&nbsp; Her eyes flashed as she glanced at the other woman, and she felt a surge of wariness.&nbsp; Was this newcomer trying to make an impression on Marcus?<br><br>Abruptly, she gave a short shake of her head, bringing her fingers up to one temple.&nbsp; What was she thinking?&nbsp; She had only been doing a demonstration with Marcus - only following his directions.&nbsp; Why was she so edgy?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 05:16:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus turned as she approached, and reached out a hand gently taking her arm.&nbsp; "Hey you okay?&nbsp; Do you have a headache?"&nbsp; His voice sounded worried, maybe he hadn't spent enough time checking in with her after their play was over.&nbsp; He cursed at himself, no, he hadn't, just because she acted so natural didn't mean he could just do a quick check in like he would with someone more experienced.&nbsp; What was he always emphasizing in his classes: aftercare.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 05:41:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No - no headache.&nbsp; I'm just not entirely sure where my head <em>is</em>," Brynne replied, giving him a bit of a smile.&nbsp; "Can you believe it actually felt strange to walk out here in my regular clothes?&nbsp; I've never had anything like that happen before."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 03:56:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled a little, "It can be a very life changing experience."&nbsp; He then leaned closer to her "If you want we can stay after everything wraps up and talk more."&nbsp; He then turned back to the group to answer more questions, but he reached out as he did and put his hand lightly on her elbow and stepped a little bit closer to her, away from the flirting woman; a nearly possessive movement one could say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 04:30:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne nodded.&nbsp; As much of a 'natural' as she was, she still felt lost as Marcus talked about various aspects of the Lifestyle.&nbsp; Some words were familiar, but obviously used in a different context.&nbsp; Other words were completely foreign, but held a touch of the exotic.<br><br>"I don't want to impose - but I admit I don't understand half of this the way a lot of these people do," she said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 03:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's okay.&nbsp; One of the most important rules of anything is to know that its okay to ask questions."&nbsp; Marcus turned and smiled at her and then address the small group that was gathered around them.&nbsp; "How many of you have had an experience where someone is trying to show off, to make it seem that they know a lot about say their job, or even your job, but later on you found out they were full of shit?&nbsp; Most of us have had that kind of experience.<br>Now what would have happened if you had asked that person tons of questions, most likely you would have found out that they were full of it sooner."&nbsp; <br>Marcus reached up and brushes a strand of hair back away from Brynne's face.&nbsp; Someone from the group asked, "So...miss, what other things have you done like this?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 04:19:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne blushed, suddenly caught in the spotlight once again.&nbsp; "Actually - before Marcus took over the club, I was just what you might call a regular.&nbsp; This place used to be a swingers' club, you know."&nbsp; She normally simply enjoyed the company of the others - and of course the occasional trip to a back room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 15:56:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few people nodded from the crowd, as if to say, that was understandable.&nbsp; Suddenly the music died away, Marcus glanced down at his watch and then turned to Brynne.&nbsp; "I have to go Emcee the Auction, I'll be back in a few minutes."&nbsp; Marcus moved quickly through the crowd and found the list of names and started to read over it, quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 19:23:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne located a copy of the program - her own had been left behind in Marcus's office when she changed - and read over the remaining events.&nbsp; She'd seen charity auctions before, and wondered what sort of charity would be benefited - or even interested in being associated with a BDSM club?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 04:44:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ladies and Gentleman, tonight we have our very first auction.&nbsp; This auction if for negotiations only, no services are rendered by&nbsp; purchase.&nbsp; All proceeds tonight go to RAINN, the rape abuse and incest national network.&nbsp; It was the belief of a number of my teachers, and of myself, that it is imperative that our sub-culcture helps the world at large understand about our choice of Lifestyle and that consensual kink is not the same as rape or abuse.&nbsp; That is why RAINN is our partner in the auction."<br>Marcus started the auction and it went pretty well, mostly a few hundred dollars for everyone, the highest bid went up to 850 dollars for a very attractive redhead who was on staff that Marcus had met at Kink Kollege and hired her on here.<br>Then he handed the mic off.&nbsp; "And now Ladies, here is what many of you have been dieing to hear.&nbsp; Our own Marcus will put his services for one night up on the block.&nbsp; Opening bid is 250 dollars."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 06:55:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne thought this over.&nbsp; It was for a worthy cause, and she had a pretty good idea of her bank balance.&nbsp; Besides, it would give her a chance to learn more about this intriguing world that Marcus was holding out in front of her.<br><br>"Three hundred," she said, although she was prepared to go higher.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 19:49:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly there was a floury of bids.&nbsp; It went from 350 up to 875 with in moments.&nbsp; Marcus had figured it would go over well...but he wasn't expecting something like this.&nbsp; He watched the crowd, trying to m ake sure it didn't turn into a mob scene.&nbsp; God its&nbsp; a good thing he had needed to coax anyone to bid, if he had cracked his whip right now the ladies would go berserk.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 08:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eight hundred dollars was roughly twice the monthly rent on Brynne's apartment.&nbsp; Still, she found herself doing some quick calculations when she heard the bids rapidly exceed that.&nbsp; <br><br><em>I can probably write it off as a donation...</em> she thought.&nbsp; <em>It is one, after all - just not in the normal manner.</em><br><br>"Nine hundred fifty!" she called out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 17:10:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus flashes a prearranged sign to auctioneer;&nbsp; "Ladies and Gentlemen, due to time constraints, the auction is now over with the last bid of 950 dollars!&nbsp; Sold to the lovely lady in the front row!"&nbsp; There was a bit of protest, but that quickly died down as one of the last demonstrations came up, <em>Animal Play:&nbsp; So you want to be a poney, a kitty, or a turtle?</em><br><br>Marcus excused himself from the stage, he had never gotten into pony play, or furries, for that mater though he knew enough people who had.&nbsp; Though he did enjoy a good cat girl anime from time to time.&nbsp; He looked around for Brynne.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 17:47:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne was still reeling from the fact that she'd actually done it.&nbsp; She was making her way almost dazedly towards the cash-box, all the while rummaging in her purse for her wallet.<br><br>Nine hundred fifty dollars.&nbsp; She probably could have called a plumber in to fix the shower for that much.&nbsp; Or paid her rent for two months.&nbsp; But she'd just dropped it - on what, exactly?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 20:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled at her, and took her hand "Come with me."&nbsp; He lead her back to a quieter area of the club so they could talk a bit more.&nbsp; "Let me guess...you have no idea what to do now that you've got me do you?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 20:19:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No - no, not exactly," Brynne answered.&nbsp; "I mean, I've seen auctions like this before, but usually the person being 'auctioned' offers something more specific than 'their services'."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 20:38:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll, I'll do anything you'd like me to do for you with in reason.&nbsp; Here are my rule, I don't do blood play unless I have clear medical evidence that the person is clean.&nbsp; I don't do scat or pee.<br>I'm more then willing to help you explore any aspect of the Lifestyle you've learned about here tonight, or that you might have questions about."&nbsp; He smiled at her.&nbsp; "What are your rules?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 21:55:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm - well, I'm with you on the whole blood, scat and pee thing," Brynne said, wrinkling her nose with a half-smile.&nbsp; "No drugs, either - but I don't think you're into that scene either."<br><br>She frowned in thought for a while.&nbsp; "I <em>would</em> like to learn more - I'm just not sure how much I should ask for to make it worth my bid," she finally said with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 22:00:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am your Master do do with you what you please me to do do to you that also please me"&nbsp; He panted for a moment after saying that mouthful, it had made sense in his head at least.&nbsp; "Would you like to be free of all responsibilities&nbsp; from your outside life?"&nbsp; He smiled at her, "I can help with that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 07:17:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne cocked her head at Marcus's suggestion.&nbsp; <em>Free of all responsibilities.</em>&nbsp; She thought of everything that was waiting for her 'outside' - and how many times she wished it would all just go away.&nbsp; How much she wanted to let someone else take care of things for a while.<br><br>"Something like - a vacation?&nbsp; That sounds absolutely heavenly, Marcus."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 16:35:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus took out one of his business cards and wrote down his phone number and then his address.&nbsp; "I want you to take this Friday off, then come to my home around nine in the morning.&nbsp; I'm going to give you a special for your money."&nbsp; He smiled at her, "I know 950 is a lot for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 19:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's for a worthy cause," Brynne said with a smile.&nbsp; "And Friday shouldn't be a problem.&nbsp; Is there anything I should bring with me?"<br><br><em>I'll put it down as a therapy session,</em> she was already thinking.&nbsp; <em>They can't really deny that kind of leave request.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 20:23:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No nothing.&nbsp; And I mean nothing."&nbsp; He smiled at her.&nbsp; "I'll see you on Friday then okay?"&nbsp; He knew that he'd have some work to do around the club before heading home for the night and he started to walk around the room again, talking to a few people making sure the wait staff knew it was time to start closing down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 21:43:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See you then," Brynne replied.&nbsp; She circulated around the club on her own for a few more minutes, but then headed for home and bed.<br><br><hr><br>As usual, Brynne's week was a mass of stress.&nbsp; Every little wrinkle from the people she supervised seemed to be magnified by the time it reached her from them, and no matter how she handled it, <em>something</em> of it managed to reach the people above her to get reflected back down at her.<br><br>Only the X marks on her calendar, counting down to the yellow-highlighted square marked 'Therapy', kept her from drop-kicking her computer terminal out the fifth-floor window.<br><br>Thursday finally came and went, and Brynne left the office like a kid greeting summer vacation.&nbsp; Her briefcase landed on a chair near her front door, and she didn't even bother signing into her email account until long after dinner.&nbsp; Even then, it was only for the quickest possible check for any mail 'worth' opening.<br><br>Friday morning, she woke up with a sense of anticipation.&nbsp; She hadn't had a <em>real</em> vacation in far too long, and she was determined to make the most of it.&nbsp; She dressed casually, but with an eye for her appearance, wearing dark, well-fitting jeans, black sneakers, and a jewel-bright purple tank-top.&nbsp; She left her hair down, and applied only a hint of blush and lip-gloss before tossing her wallet and keys into her purse and driving over to the address Marcus had given her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 12:11:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus week went well.&nbsp; He had a number of new applications and the reviewing process was going well, he already admitted another fifteen new members.&nbsp; The had made about 1,900 dollars from the auction and the local RAIN chapter was very happy to get it.&nbsp; He was looking forward to Friday though, his mind was racing from time to time with all the things he wanted to do with Brynne.<br><br>Finally it was Friday, he woke up early and went over his condo making sure that the cleaning company had done a good job.&nbsp; He got dressed into a simple pair of blue jeans and a workshirt, then set up his special room, wax, feathers, leather cuffs, he put the whips back into their storage place not wanting to frighten her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 18:48:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne was a little early.&nbsp; She'd misjudged both traffic and distance for that part of town at that hour, but he <em>had</em> said 'around' 9 AM, so she wasn't too concerned.&nbsp; She'd even had time to grab a cup of coffee and finish it in the parking lot before she walked up to the unremarkable door and knocked on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 02:42:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus opened the door and smiled warmly at her.&nbsp; "Welcome."&nbsp; He stepped back way from the door, the hallway was a bit narrow with a mirror at the end of it.&nbsp; The flat had a bit of a asian influence to it, nothing major but minor elements here and there; also to an astute mind that knew the subject everything was setup in accordance with Feng Shui.<br>He put his hand lightly on the small of her back, guiding her through the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 07:26:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice place you've got here," Brynne said, looking around.&nbsp; "I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I like it.&nbsp; It feels - comfortable."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 18:30:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus looked her over, she was dressed nicely, but it was time that his imagination got to see what it had been craving for so long now.&nbsp; "Brynne.&nbsp; You're in my house now.&nbsp; My domain.&nbsp; We will talk a bit about what to exspect for me, what this weekend will in-tales.&nbsp; But your first task right now is to undress, all the way.&nbsp; Then I will take you to where you may leave them, because you shall not be needing them while you're here.&nbsp; Is that understood?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 18:37:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment, Brynne looked dubious.&nbsp; Normally when she met a date - even at his place - there was some conversation before clothes started coming off.&nbsp; She covered her hesitation by slipping out of her shoes, which seemed appropriate enough, given the Asian theme of Marcus's apartment.<br><br>Still, she wanted to understand this strange new world that he was offering to show her, and that in itself provided her with the excuse she needed.<br><br>"Just like we were doing in the club?" she asked as she started to remove her socks as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 18:56:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus nodded, standing there watching her, waiting for her to finish; and most of all wanting her.&nbsp; "Yes very much like at the club.&nbsp; When we're done here, we'll go to set your things away, and then we'll go to my study.&nbsp; We'll talk about what I expect&nbsp; from you first, and then you may question me, or tell me what you want or need.&nbsp; Or if you want you can just fully give yourself over to me these few days.&nbsp; But there will be things to talk about."&nbsp; <br><br>He licked his lips as he admired her calves, he wasn't normally that much of a legs man, but she had lovely ones.&nbsp; He wanted to see the fullness of her body, but he couldn't just take her, at least not yet, he didn't want to frighten her away.&nbsp; Her willingness to start out with this simple instruction was a good sign though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 20:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The confirmation that this was something reasonably familiar made it easier for her to go along with it.&nbsp; She stripped off the tank-top next and then her pants, revealing a matching white-lace bra and panties set.&nbsp; These too, followed, and by this time, the bundle of clothes in her arms provided a measure of modesty.&nbsp; Her breasts were completely hidden, but the only concealment below her waist was the swinging leg of the jeans.<br><br>"So - um - where should I put these?" she asked, looking around the apartment some more.&nbsp; She was starting to feel a little off-balance; out of her element.&nbsp; True, Marcus had seen her completely naked at the club, but this was more secluded.&nbsp; On the other hand, he hadn't done anything to make her feel uncomfortable, either.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 20:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked her over, his imagination hadn't been far off the mark.&nbsp; He was pleased actually to see that she seemed to feel a bit shy still, that meant there would be at least a bit of a challenge.&nbsp; He started down the hall and beckoned her to follow him.&nbsp; They past a few doors, and then he stopped and opened the last one in the hall way.&nbsp; It was a pretty nice little room, bare though other then a dresser with a mirror and a double bed.&nbsp; "This will be where you stay while you're here.&nbsp; I'll give you a few minutes to settle into it, then come down the hall to the third door on the right counting from this room.&nbsp; I will be waiting for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 22:00:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The room looked comfortable enough, Brynne decided.&nbsp; She took a moment to fold her clothes and put them into the dresser, examining the contents of the other drawers as she did so, and sat down on the bed to see how the mattress felt.&nbsp; There really wasn't much to 'settle into', and she realized that she was trying to find ways of avoiding walking out into the hallway nude.<br><br>She also realized that if she took too long, Marcus would probably come looking for her.&nbsp; That wouldn't be right, since she had essentially asked him to teach her about the Lifestyle.&nbsp; With that thought, she got to her feet and walked out of the bedroom.&nbsp; Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her breasts as she headed down the hallway.&nbsp; One, two, three doors passed, and she turned to knock on the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 16:58:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus waited for her, trying to keep his legs still, he was filled with nerves energy which was uncommon for him.&nbsp; He normally had more control over himself when it came to starting a new relationship like this, but no Brynne was different somehow.<br>He looked up when she knocked on the door, "Enter."&nbsp; His eyes drank her in, the wonder of her nude body, just the sheer beauty of it, and the fact that at least for the moment it was his and his alone.&nbsp; He gestured to the hard-backed chair that sit in front of the small couch where he sat.&nbsp; "Sit Brynne."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 18:23:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne settled herself on the chair, clasping her hands between her knees so that she wasn't fully exposed.<br><br>"It - feels different here, for some reason," she said, a touch of a laugh in her voice.&nbsp; It shouldn't feel different - she'd been nude in front of him before.&nbsp; She'd been nude in front of an entire club full of people - some of whom she didn't even know.&nbsp; Why was there such a heady sensation filling her lungs right now?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 17:37:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled at her softly, "Because here it is different, you're in a new place.&nbsp; You're with someone you don't know all that well.&nbsp; And, " he stood and walked closer to her, brushing her hair back away from her face some.&nbsp; "You're wondering what this is going to be like.&nbsp; What you're going to be asked to do.&nbsp; You're wondering what you're willing to do; part of you is scared and another part of you is thrilled."<br>He watched her reaction to his voice as he slowly walked around her, as he talked, his voice calm and soft, even though he felt still filled with that tension.<br>"I will ask you to do things that you've never thought of before, to push yourself beyond your limits.&nbsp; But even though I am the one in charge; you are the one in control.&nbsp; You have the power to say stop to anything we do, to leave at anytime."&nbsp; <br>He kept circling her, "I'm going to give you two words, when ever you say them I will listen and do what they require.&nbsp; First is Yellow, it means you're getting into a very heady space, that you're worried about something or you need me to explain something more.&nbsp; Red, means you need me to stop, completely, and I will.&nbsp; I will stop what ever it is that we're doing.&nbsp; We'll talk about what ever it is we need to, I will do what ever it is you&nbsp; need me to do so that you can feel okay and safe again.<br>He stepped in front of her again, "Do you understand me?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 19:27:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I - I understand," Brynne said.&nbsp; It made sense - she had 'won' the auction.&nbsp; She had chosen to bid on this very reward.&nbsp; It was quite simple, really, and she was determined to learn as much as Marcus was willing to teach her.&nbsp; He'd told her that she could stop it at any time, and that alone made her feel better about going along with it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 19:46:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled soft as she talked, that slight tremor in her voice was like honey to him.&nbsp; His eyes roamed over her again, she was so striking, and yet at the moment there was an air of vulnerability about her.&nbsp; He licked his lips.&nbsp; "I want to to tell me why you came here.&nbsp; Other then winning the the auction the other night."&nbsp; He stood and walked behind her placing his hands lightly on her shoulders, feeling her warm flesh.&nbsp; "In essence I want to know how far you want me to take you down this road."<br>His fingers brushed down her shoulders, and then up her arms, then back up, over her neck, then down across what he could reach of her spine.<br>He wanted to turn her around and kiss her, to take her right then any there, but no, that's not why she had come there, at least not what had been in the auction; he'd have to bide his time a bit longer, until he knew that that was what she wanted also.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 21:00:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want to learn more - about <em>not</em> having control," she said slowly.&nbsp; "I spend - more time than I want to - being responsible for everyone around me.&nbsp; I want to give that control to someone else - at least for a while."&nbsp; She shivered at his touch.&nbsp; It was so light, so gentle.&nbsp; And still so sure of himself - not tentative at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 22:32:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good then.&nbsp; Tonight we shall be having Spagetti and meatballs.&nbsp; The meatballs are already formed and waiting in the fridge.&nbsp; The kitchen is down the hall near the front of the house."&nbsp; He glanced up at the clock on his wall.&nbsp; "I want to eat by 6:30 it is 4:30 now.&nbsp; I have a wine pairing ready for us, all that you need to do is make the meal and set the table.&nbsp; That is your first task, there is an apron that will cover the majority of your body waiting for you in the kitchen." <br>He smiled softly at her, "When we have finished dinner, you shall do the dishes, and then return to find me here and I shall deiced what your next task shall be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him, uncomprehending.&nbsp; "You want me - to make <em>dinner</em>?" she asked.&nbsp; It wasn't that she had issues with cooking - it was a simple enough meal to prepare - but it was so far removed from what she had seen at the club that it caught her off guard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 22:17:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her, "Yes dinner.&nbsp; You wanted to give control over to another person, and with me this is part of it." He leaned forward his eyes running down her lovely sensual body.&nbsp; "But don't worry there is more to it then this, but for right now you've been given a task."<br>He had much planned for her, but he wanted to build her tension a little.&nbsp; "Oh I did forget something."&nbsp; He stood and walked over to his cabinet, and withdrew a small egg like object.&nbsp; "Have you ever seen one of these before?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 01:56:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you have a preference on sauce, then?" she asked with a smile that was half-uncertain and half-amused.&nbsp; She was about to head for the kitchen - and the safety of the apron - when Marcus brought out the 'egg'.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah - I'm guessing - it's not an egg timer."&nbsp; She actually had a fairly good idea what it was, although she hadn't seen that particular model before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 18:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus laughed, "No, its not an egg timer. "&nbsp; He stepped closer to her smiling softly, "Its a wireless vibrator, the remote has enough strength to reach anywhere in the house."&nbsp; He looked at her eyes, trying to judge what her reaction would be at his next few words.&nbsp; "You're going to be wearing while you're making dinner, and while we eat.&nbsp; I've got some buisness to finish up looking over the books for this week, but I'll still be with you even while you work.&nbsp; Now, spread your legs."&nbsp; He watched her waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 07:57:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She raised an eyebrow at his instructions.&nbsp; The suggestion that the vibrator could conceivably come on at any time gave her a thrill of adrenaline, and brought a blush to her face.&nbsp; Dutifully, she widened her stance a few inches, barely trembling as she waited for him to insert it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 18:06:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus knelt on the ground and then ran his fingers lightly up over her legs as he looked at her sex, just inches away from his face.&nbsp; Part of him wanted to presses his face to her, to kiss it, to lick it, to suck on her clit, to bite her there with his teeth.&nbsp; No, no he needed to control himself.&nbsp; This was going to last all weekend, he was going to have her and have her soon, but he still needed keep his control.<br>He used his left hand to spread her sex open, slowly, just enough to see the pinkness of her inner lips, and then slide the egg slowly over her, watching it glisten in the light before slide it up inside her, making sure that it was snugly in place.<br><br>He stood up, his hand "accidently" brushing against her sex as he did, the tip of his middle finger sliding over her clit.&nbsp; He then returned to his seat.&nbsp; "Better go get started on dinner."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 20:53:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking the 'egg' was different from the normal vibrator.&nbsp; She was used to the feeling of her lips being spread, of something solid holding them open - but then the widest part slipped past a certain point, and it felt almost like it was being drawn inside.&nbsp; Only the retrieval loop remained outside, barely able to be felt.<br><br>"That feels - really different," she said, giving a little shiver as his fingers left electric trails behind.&nbsp; There was a slight sensation of weight inside, but she was slowly getting used to that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 21:26:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled and flicked the remote to turn it on, then pressed one of the buttons turning the egg to its lowest setting for a moment his eyes locked on hers watching to see how she'd react.&nbsp; The room was quite, not even the sounds of the street, he had made sure that his house was sound proofed when he had it refurbished.&nbsp; One could hear just the very faintest hum emanating from between her legs.<br><br>"Go now, get dinner started while I do my work."&nbsp; He said with a slight wave of dismissal of his hand, turning the egg off again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 04:53:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne's eyes widened as the vibration started.&nbsp; At that level it was almost subliminal, and easily ignored if she set her mind to it.&nbsp; Even 'ignored', however, those vibrations spread out through her sex, waking nerve endings like the faintest brush of a feather, or the soft sweep of silk across the skin.&nbsp; When it was turned off, she could feel its absence more acutely than its presence.<br><br>"Right - dinner," she said, giving her head the slightest of shakes to clear it.<br><br>In the kitchen, she found the promised apron, put it on, and set about starting to make a sauce, scouring the cupboards and refrigerator for what ingredients she had to work with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 19:35:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus turned on his PC and reviewed the Quicken's entries for the last couple of weeks for the club.&nbsp; He wasn't quite making a profit yet, but the numbers were going steadily up.&nbsp; He finished reviewing the books, really they wouldn't take as long as dinner, but that little harmless lie would allow him to observe her.<br><br>He walked over to his small wet bar and poured himself a gin and tonic, then returned to his desk. With a couple quick mouse clicks he brought up the wireless camera connection he had to almost every room in his house, and the brought the one of the kitchen to take up the full screen.&nbsp; She looked lovely dressed in just that apron finding her way around the kitchen.&nbsp; After a few minutes, he turned the remote back on, placing it on its highest setting. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 22:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The test vibration back in his study had been light, and somewhat expected.&nbsp; She'd been able to see the controller, and the vibration had been a low rumble deep in her core.&nbsp; This was a bolt from the blue, buzzing against her inner walls like an electric shock.&nbsp; She had to juggle the cans of tomato paste and sauce, nearly dropping them before she managed to get them to the counter, where she'd already set out vegetables to dice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 20:06:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled as he watched her reaction, he left it on that setting for a minute before turning it off again.&nbsp; He didn't want her to cut herself while chopping up the vegetables.&nbsp; That wouldn't result in anything good at all.&nbsp; He watched her, she moved with such a lovely grace even while just working in the kitchen.<br><br>His eyes followed the curve of her body, admiring as much of it as he could see on the monitor.&nbsp; He had thought about seeing her nude again ever since the first night at the club.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had wanted to touch her, to tease her, to explore her.&nbsp; He licked his lips, with any luck he would and not only would he be doing those things, she would be asking him too.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 09:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was breathing hard by the time it stopped, and had to brace herself on the counter for a few minutes before she felt steady enough to start dicing celery and onions.&nbsp; Marcus would see that she did actually know her way around a kitchen - something that she used as a way to unwind on the weekends sometimes, when she wasn't just too exhausted to do more than throw a frozen dinner in the microwave.&nbsp; Before long, the kitchen air was tinged with the scent of spices and tomatoes.&nbsp; The meatballs were tipped into a pan to brown before being transferred into the sauce itself to finish cooking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 19:00:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus took another sip from his gin and tonic, watching her steadily.&nbsp; She clearly knew here way around a kitchen, he was glad to have given her the apron though, it hid enough of her body to make the scene even more erotic.&nbsp; Again he turned on the remote, this time keeping it on its lowest setting but flicking one switch to change it from vibrate to pulse.<br>He sipped his drink again as he watched to see her reaction, then hearing the beep of an incoming e-mail turned one of the screens back to its normal setting, quickly reading over a message from one of his old employer's who was looking to visit the area in a few weeks.&nbsp; Marcus shot him back a quick reply inviting her to come and stay at his place with her toy.&nbsp; Then he returned his attention to the kitchen, slowly inching the power level up on the remote.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 08:25:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The low setting caused an almost imperceptible throbbing compared to the buzz that she had been treated to earlier.&nbsp; As such, she didn't notice that the toy was, in fact, the cause of the growing distraction.&nbsp; She had to check the water twice to make sure it was boiling before she went to get the pasta.&nbsp; Then, she fumbled with the timer, setting it for 88 minutes before correcting it to a more appropriate 8 minutes.&nbsp; <br><br>That actually left her with a decent window of time where she didn't need to pay much attention to the dinner.&nbsp; At some point, she realized that it <em>was</em> the vibe, but it only served to increase her restlessness.&nbsp; Marcus would see her pacing back and forth in the kitchen, sometimes fisting her hands in the cloth of the apron in order to keep them away from her increasingly stimulated sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 12:05:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus watched the screen closely.&nbsp; He was amazed by her self-control, the last woman he had done this with had dropped to the floor after about twenty minutes and masturbated until one could hear her screaming through the house.&nbsp; He felt his own body starting to react more, his own self control was wavering a bit.&nbsp; Flashed of striding into the the kitchen brushing everything off of the large preparation table and flinging her across it and just ravishing her were rushing through his mind.<br><br>Marcus took a deep breath, slowly squeezing his perineum, breathing in slowly, he imagined drawing the energy up away from his now hard cock, through his spine, the energy of his desire spilling over his brain, then as it washed his mind, filling it up with more energy to focus on his plans for the evening, he exhaled.&nbsp; This time the energy running down his midline back to his root, but this time he was in control again; not his desires.<br><br>Marcus reached over and grabs a leather bound journal that he kept for ideas next to his desk.&nbsp; Even though he used his computer for nearly everything thing about his business on his computer he still liked to write out his ideas free hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Taost sexual yoga and BDSM</em>&nbsp; He'd have to see if maybe there was a Universal Tao teacher in the area that might be willing to work with him on the topic.&nbsp; If not he could teach enough about the microcosmic orbit himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Soon enough he was absorbed in writing even a lesson plan, having pulled down a few books he had on Qigong and Taoist sexual energy.<br>He glanced up from time to time to watch Brynne.&nbsp; &nbsp;He turned the vibrator off for a bit, to give her a little reprieve. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 05:00:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the throbbing stopped, Brynne wasn't sure if she should be relieved or disappointed.&nbsp; It had gotten her stirred up to the point that the whisper of the apron against her skin made her think about how exposed she was.&nbsp; She was certain that if she sat down, she'd leave a damp spot on the chair - and so she stayed on her feet.&nbsp; Sometimes she stirred the pasta to keep it from sticking, sometimes she shoved the meatballs around with the spatula to make sure they browned evenly.<br><br>That was what she told herself, anyways.&nbsp; Just like in the club, the 'non-sex' had her more turned on than she could remember experiencing before.&nbsp; She actually jumped when the timer for the pasta went off, and had to look around to find something to carry the hot pot of water to the sink to drain.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 12:41:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus heard the ding from the timer, glancing up at the monitor again.&nbsp; The pasta was finished, already?&nbsp; He'd become so focus on the lesson plan for a topic he wasn't even sure if he was going to present yet.&nbsp; He shrugged to himself and stood; stretching his arms up over his head, then slowly drawing them down to his sides, clasping them in front, then drawing them back up slowly, again breathing slowly in, getting his Qi moving again after having sat for so long.<br><br>He smiled to himself, he still thought in terms of Qi, he'd become very pragmatic, since he first started to study Qigong, but one thing he'd yet to to stop believe in in his life was Qi.&nbsp; Maybe it was because he'd had so much luck with the sexual yoga, maybe it was because he just wanted to hold on to something from his rather silly delving into witchcraft and Wicca when he was in college.<br><br>Leaving his office Marcus strode down the hall, until he was just outside, the kitchen.&nbsp; He glanced around to eve of the door, he had one last trick left for her when it came to the 'egg' but it would cut the battery life in half...and he didn't want her to spill boiling water all over herself either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 07:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had just finished tipping the heavy pot out into the colander, and was giving the pasta a quick shake to make sure all the water was out before combining it with the sauce.&nbsp; The movement made for quite an appealing jiggle, since she had left her bra with the rest of her clothes.&nbsp; As she turned to take it back to the stove, she caught sight of him.<br><br>"Do you prefer to add your own sauce, or have it all mixed together?" she asked.&nbsp; "I've met people of both types."&nbsp; The question was an attempt to keep her mind on more mundane things, but her face was lightly flushed from the teasing throbbing.&nbsp; She could even feel periodic tensing as if her body was trying to determine where that stimulation had disappeared to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 16:46:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus smiled, that little bounce was worth having come over to see in person.&nbsp; "I prefer to add my own."&nbsp; He stepped into the kitchen slowly, almost slinking like a cat.&nbsp; He already felt his arousal already rising again.&nbsp; His eyes rolled down over her, drinking in the way the apron attempted to hide her body, and yet making it all the more exotic.<br><br>Then he locked his eyes on hers, and flicked the switch on the remote, and the 'egg' started vibrated at its highest level possible, then r switching to pulse and then back to vibrating, cycling rapidly between its two modes, but always at its highest setting.&nbsp; The hum of the 'egg's' motor was actually audible in the kitchen.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 08:49:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne gasped and staggered, setting the colander of noodles down hard on the counter.&nbsp; The changing sensation was impossible to ignore - impossible to adapt to.&nbsp; Whenever she thought she could anticipate it, the vibration shifted.&nbsp; Her hand was pressed so hard on the counter that her fingertips turned white, and her legs trembled with the effort of staying upright.<br><br>Conflicting emotions flitted across her features.&nbsp; She knew he was responsible for what was going on, yet she still trusted him.&nbsp; She struggled to maintain control, but couldn't deny the siren's-call of giving into the wild ecstasy.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 13:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus could tell she was struggling with it, trying hard to remain in control, to not let it wash over her, to fill her up.&nbsp; Everyday in her normal life she needed to be in control, to make sure nothing broke her facade.&nbsp; But here, he was going to break it, to shatter it, and then help her build something new in its place.<br>He stepped closer to her, he hadn't planned on letting it stay on this setting for long, wanting to use the egg through dinner as well, but now with her struggling like this, he felt the need to shatter some of that resolve at least for the moment.<br><br>He started with her hands, finger by finger he peeled them off of the counter and set her hands by her side.&nbsp; Then while lightly touching her left hand he stepped behind her, untying the apron, and letting it fall down over her body onto the floor, its flutters gracing and dancing against her skin.&nbsp; He his fingers feather lightly on her hips and drew her backwards until she was almost pressed against him, but really it was just the back of her chest resting on his, then he ducked his head to her ear. <br><br>"Listen to that hum, focus on it, and now breath with me.&nbsp; In one. two. three. and out one... two... three... four....; and in one. two. three. and out one... two... three... four...."&nbsp; He filled his lungs breathing "into" his stomach long deep cyclic breaths, a breathing pattern designed to relax the body, to draw the sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems into balance, a tall order when in a state of arousal, but worth it all the same.&nbsp; His chest rose and feel, slowly steadily, he let the hum of the motor fill his ears as well, so that soon enough there was the sound and the rise and fall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 21:25:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus was firm, stable, sturdy against her back as he held her.&nbsp; Brynne had never felt this shaky, to the point that she was shivering as if she were in a snowstorm instead of a warm kitchen.&nbsp; The first few breaths were gasps, barely following the rhythm at all.&nbsp; Slowly, the steady instruction began to seep into her, changing her respiration to shuddering but cohesive breaths, and then, eventually, to full inhalations.<br><br>She was still balanced on the edge, but she wasn't in danger of falling - not yet, at any rate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 21:55:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>She was on that precipice, just barely holding on.</em>&nbsp; Marcus thought, <em>But she needs to fall so she can fly.</em><br>And he did something that he had never thought of doing before, not before they had negotiated the terms of the night.&nbsp; He kissed her neck, right behind her ear; while at the same time he slipped an arm around her waist, dipping his finger lightly between her legs to her sex.&nbsp; He found her clit quickly, it was swollen and hard, like a nub of a pencil.&nbsp; His finger rolled over the hard mound of flesh, feeling the heat generating from her sex, he could feel and heard the wetness that the egg had generated.<br>As he teased her his teeth brushed against her flesh, not a bite, nor a nibble just a grazing of them ending in a small nip that almost imperatively lifted the flesh of her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 23:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The interruption had allowed her to get her body mostly under control, but Marcus's final nudge was enough of a surprise to cause her to just <em>react</em>.&nbsp; She let out a startled gasp, feeling her knees buckle to the point where his arms were the only thing supporting her.&nbsp; The nip brought a soft cry that could only be interpreted as <em>need</em> from her throat.&nbsp; It drove home the fact that she was naked and completely subject to his control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:26:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus's felt his mind shift, he had to fight over his own desire at the moment.&nbsp; Otherwise he would fuck her right then and there.&nbsp; Throw her over the table spread her legs and just fuck her right then and there in the middle of the noodles, and just for a moment he could understand why some people enjoyed food play.<br><br>He pulled her backwards against himself, his cock hard against her ass.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck her right now, to make her cum and scream.&nbsp; "God Brynne; soon, soon girl I'm going to bury my cock inside you."&nbsp; He took a deep breath shaking for a moment, as he flicked the switch off, and then reached up between her legs, his fingers brushing against the swollen lips of her pussy and tugged the egg back out of her.&nbsp; "Lets eat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 04:34:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne just stood there in shock for a moment.&nbsp; Marcus's heated words had made her expect that he was about to follow through right then and there.&nbsp; She certainly wasn't expecting him to just - head off for dinner.&nbsp; Still confused, she bent to pick up the discarded apron, and started towards the table on shaky legs.&nbsp; As she walked, she fumbled with the minimal garment, retying the straps around her neck and waist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 02:12:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus lead the way to the dinning room.&nbsp; The room wasn't that small conspired to many similar rooms and in fact seemed a bit cramped do to the vastness of the Victorian era mahogany dinning table, its wood stained dark with age and the past smoke of many previous owners.&nbsp; He took a seat in the large cushioned chair and the head of the table.&nbsp; Images of tying Brynne to the table danced in his head, the idea of her flesh marking the table, the lacquer reflecting their bodies.<br>Instead of pushing them away he let them dance there as he watched her enter the room, the apron around her again.&nbsp; As soon as she was done serving them he would have her take it off, but first some pre-dinner conversation.<br>"Did you want me to fuck you then and there Brynne?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 22:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne still felt a little dizzy from what had just happened, and it was obvious in the way she was walking.&nbsp; She was able to get two plates of noodles together, and brought the sauce out in its own serving bowl.&nbsp; At Marcus's question, she starts, almost able to see the events in her mind.<br><br>"I - I thought - you were <em>about</em> to..." she said.&nbsp; It really hadn't crossed her mind to make a decision whether she had actively <em>wanted</em> to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 16:36:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus looked at her from across the table, twirling some of the pasta slowly on his fork.&nbsp; His eyes never wavered as he started at her, drinking in the intoxicating beauty of her breasts, her neck, her lips.&nbsp; "That isn't what I asked you though is it..."&nbsp; He took a bite, enjoying the tang of the sauce, "This is exalent."&nbsp; He then reached over next to him drawing the bottle of wine from beside him, uncorked it and pour himself a glass of the dark red liquid.&nbsp; He sniffed it then took a small slip.&nbsp; "So...did you want me to fuck you Brynne?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slow Corruption (TheHatintheCat and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 09:39:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brynne looked down at her plate, dragging the noodles into abstract patterns in the sauce.&nbsp; She took a bite and chewed it thoughtfully before answering.&nbsp; <em>Had</em> she wanted him to?&nbsp; He was handsome enough to turn most girls' heads, seemed to be fairly well-off and intelligent - but that had little to do with Brynne's usual way of even choosing to make someone 'friends with benefits'.<br><br>"Yes - Yes, I think I did," she said, feeling her face warm at her own frank admission.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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