Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)
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				Title: <strong>Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 06:07:58</strong>
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				Alice had always been a tad offbeat. In highschool, she'd hung out with the losers, as a child she's been the butt of most cruel jokes children thought up. She'd never reacted to her mother's discipline as a normal child should have. She laughed when her mother tried to teach her not to pull other kids' hair, by giving her fine blond ponytail a good yank, she'd shrugged off the occasional spanking like it was nothing. There had always been... Indicators. She'd grown up into a strong, independent woman, always feeling she needed to be in control.<br><br>Walking through the busy corridors of her college, she had nearly missed it. A flyer, put on by the TBLGay association on campus, a BDSM 101 seminar. She'd stared for near a minute before she focused on the date a time. She'd ever heard of a 101 seminar for BDSM. She knew what BDSM was, of course. It was the porn that had leather and floggers, and women looking up at the man who had his hand fisted in her hair, gasping and begging as he held a vibrator between her legs.<br><br>She was intrigued.<br><br>So there she found herself, sitting in the semi-circle of folding chairs, instead of psych 101, cheeks pale, nervous, as a young woman, with various piercings stood before them, announcing thats she was a leatherdyke.<br><br>She looked like a lot of the other young people there. Frightened, shaking, pale, her eyes wide, leaning forward in her seat. Fine blond hair falling around a pretty face with delicate features, ice blue eyes lined in kohl, in jeans worn at the heels, and a zip-up sweatshirt with a lime green t-shirt underneath. She was curvy, very curvy, and wore sneakers instead of heels. Her eyes focused on the woman as she spoke, passing around different implements. <br><br>There were a few other people at the back of the room, with piercings, black clothes and flyers. They weren't there for the 101, they were there to speak. To advertise their clubs or their munches. She studied each one in turn, eagerly taking it all in, listening to the woman extol the virtues of safe words, communication and negotiations.<br><br>Alice was hooked already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 06:39:13</strong>
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				As the leatherdyke spoke, Derrick was leaning against a wall, drinking the free sub-par coffee they always served at these things and wishing it was fine wine. But alas, it was not meant to be. He knew the speaker, Helen. They had spoken on occasion and watched each other work at parties. One thing the gay and the leather community had in common - everyone kinda knew everyone else.<br><br>Derrick was a little above average in height, just having reached thirty, with a square but powerful build that had convinced him to play football for a year in high school before the early mornings and wasted weekends were no longer to his taste. His dark brown hair was combed back, and he was clean-shaven, meticulously so, except for a dark soul-patch beneath his bottom lip. He wore a blue silk button-up shirt over dark pants, and from a leather belt hung his 'freak flags' - the implements that announced what he was into that he made sure to wear at parties. A suede flogger, bright red with a black handle, hung from its holster there, along with a sheathed knife and a pair of handcuffs - Smith &amp; Wesson, police issue, only the best - resting in a leather holder. He liked giving out a classy image, rather than the more typical leather vest and tattoo biker look that so many others went for.<br><br>He set the cup aside as Helen finished her talk, and joined the soft applause that followed. He smiled and shook hands with her as she left the circle, and made his own way into the circle of nervous looking college students.<br><br>"Don't scare them too much," he told himself, and then after a moment's thought added, "Just enough to be fun."<br><br>He smirked at the private mental joke, then went into his speech...<br><br>"Hello, my name is Derrick, and I'm a straight dom, or dominant. I've been in the scene for about ten years now..."<br><br>His eyes scanned the small circle of people who had come to watch the freak parade. He went on, explaining the group that he was in, and his personal areas of expertise - flogggers, sensation play, knife play. He talked about how knife play wasn't just cutting - that was only one possible form, while others included using the blade for sensation or doing 'fear play', a concept that got several questions from the crowd.<br><br>As he spoke, his eyes caught the pretty blonde creature in the circle, then again. He offered her a smile as he went back into his spiel. Ostensibly, he was here to promote the play group he was in and their munch, but he was available and wasn't beyond being on the look out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 06:58:54</strong>
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				Alice's eyes darted away from the new speaker, Derrick, as he spoke, as his eyes caught hers. Her cheeks and ears turned the colour of cranberries, and she suddenly found something very interesting on the wall behind him. He didn't just look. His eyes seemed to pierce through her. She didn't want to talk, fidget or even breathe as he looked at her. She felt like a mouse being stared down by a raptor. Her heart felt like a timpani drum, her chest hollow. She was equally terrified, and intrigued. The mouse that was too stupid to run.<br><br>She nearly dropped the stack of fliers that were passing through the circle, the paper crackling loudly as she gripped it too hard. She winced at the sound, keeping her eyes down, as she offered the stack, minus the worstly wrinkled one, and let her eyes drop to the floor. Eros and Thanatos were at play, here. It must have been how Harker felt in the thrall of the Vampiresses. <em>Breathe... Slowly. In and out. You know how to do this, You've been doing it your whole life.</em> She reminded herself, hazarding a glance up to him, just as his eyes found hers the second time, his lips curving up. She barely suppressed the squeak, before letting her eyes drop again. <br><br>Her heels hooked her feet around the chair's legs, shins parallel with the metal supports, ankles hooked around them. She stared at the paper in her lap, reading over and over again, the name of his group, when and where the meetings were. Would she dare to go? Could she ever dream of it? He would be there. It would be a social situation. She may have to <em>talk</em> to him. The mouse actually going to the raptor's lair. Did she want to be caught? Eaten alive?<br><br>Maybe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 07:11:24</strong>
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				Derrick wrapped up his speech, making sure everyone had a flyer. He kept darting a glance at the blonde girl again. Maybe she would need some special attention... but as the thought went through his head, he was wrapping up and faced the soft applause again and made way for the next of the last two speakers.<br><br>The speeches went on, and he spent most of his time shooting the breeze with Helen and the others, the usual locker room jive that Doms shared amongst each other. But finally, the event was done, and there was some time left for a little bit of meet and greet. He walked through, shaking hands, answering a few questions here and there, until he spied the blonde girl.<br><br>He walked up to her, smiling and putting out a hand, "Hi there, I hope you enjoyed everything."<br><br>His tone was friendly, but his eyes never lost one bit of that piercing quality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 07:32:00</strong>
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				As the next two wrapped up, Alice clapped politely. She stood with the others folded her chair and two more after the request from the college's Representative to help tidy the room. Most people ignored it, as every crowd did. She was turning back around from storing the chairs as he approached, offering a hand, pinning her with that stare. She guessed that he did absolutely nothing casually. He didn't gaze, he didn't meander and he certainly didn't do anything without a purpose in his mind. He was everything terrifying and intriguingly Alpha. He wasn't someone to challenge. <br><br>"I.. uh..." She stuttered. <em>Give him your hand. Shake his hand.</em> Her mind screamed, though her body refused to listen. Her flight instinct screamed. There was no fighting him. Finally she managed to take his hand, Swallowing nervously. She nodded, in answer to his question, her cheeks going through the startling cycle of bright red, to pale, and back. "Yeah, it was... Interesting. I'll have to try and get out to a nib- a munch." She nearly tripped over her own words. She focused on his hairline. It was a lot safer than his eyes. And it wasn't so blatantly not his eyes that he would call her on it. Hopefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 07:41:48</strong>
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				He smiled, taking her hesitant hand and giving it a soft single shake, like a true gentleman. The way he took her, he could have been half expected to kiss it like some Edwardian royal.<br><br>"Oh yes, you definitely should," Derrick said, "Ours is up on the north side of town, at Mycroft's Pub. It's a little bit from campus, so..."<br><br>Before she could say anything more, he produced a pen and wrote a series of digits on the flyer she was holding.<br><br>"Why don't give me a call and I can give you a ride there. It would be my pleasure," he said, offering a soft smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 08:03:47</strong>
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				"Uh.. I... thanks" She squeaked, taking the flyer back from him, not even daring to look at the number. He wanted her to <em>call</em> him? On the <em>phone</em>? "I'll..." Think about it? She couldn't say that. Try? See if I can? Her mind worked through the list of inappropriate responses. She was trapped, terrified, and completely out of her depth. She needed out of there. She needed air, and she needed to think straight. "I... I'm sorry I have class starting in ten minutes." A lie. But it was a way out. She grabbed her bag from the floor, before sidling through the crowd, not waiting for permission, Thanking him again over her shoulder before she escaped through the door, and began all but running away from the room.<br><br>Finally flight had won out.<br><br>Of course, she'd dropped her cell-phone on her way out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 08:19:18</strong>
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				Derrick smiled as she ran off, then spied the small silver cellphone on the floor. He rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who it belonged to. He walked out of the room, but Alice was nowhere to be scene. He flipped open the device and flipped through, finding the most commonly called number. Probably a girlfriend. He called it.<br><br>"Yeah, you don't know me, but I have your friend's phone. She dropped it. Yes, long blonde hair... Alice? Right. Please tell her to call me at 555-3434 and I'll make arrangements to give it to her. Great."<br><br>He flipped the phone closed and made his way through the halls, oblivious to the stares his props hanging from his belt got him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 08:36:56</strong>
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				Five minutes later, she was sliding into a booth at the favored on-campus pub, meeting her two best friends, Brad and Julie. <br><br>"Hey Alice? I just got a call from some guy. Said you lost your cell phone and that he has it. Left a number for you." Julie said, and eyebrow cocked, and a grilled cheese sandwich cooling in front of her.<br><br>"Oh, shit," Alice muttered, instinctively diving through her purse for the phone, but it was definitely gone. "Fuck." She swore softly.<br><br>"Where were you?" Brad asked. "You weren't in lecture."<br><br>"Julie can I use your phone? What was the number he left?"<br><br>"Um... 555-3434," Julie recited, checking the hastily scrawled digits on her palm.<br><br>"Ugh, crap." Alice reached for her friend's phone, glancing through her bag again, putting the flyer down on the table absently as she emptied the bag futilely. <br><br>"Hey, that's the same number!" Julie commented, snatching up the flyer. "What's this for? All ages munch... What?"<br><br>"Um. Nothing. Just something I wanna check out. I'll tell you later." It was him. Of course he was the one that picked up her phone. She stared at the scrawled digits, biting her lower lip. Did she dare call him? She couldn't afford a new phone, though. She cursed once more, before typing the numbers out on Julies phone, and pressing send.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 14:56:10</strong>
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				Derrick was walking through campus, carrying the black gym bag that served as his toy and demo bag. If only people knew the various infernal devices he was carrying with him like a portable Inquisition. Well, it probably was best they didn't know, he thought to himself, as he passed some feminists handing out literature on the campus mall.<br><br>He was just approaching his truck when his phone started ringing, and he did a quick dance of putting away his keys and digging out his phone with one hand as the other kept the handle of the bag firmly in hand. He checked the caller ID, recognizing the number he had called from Alice's phone.<br><br>Flipping it open, he said with a smirk in his voice, "Hello, this is Derrick."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 15:14:30</strong>
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				"Um... Hello. This is Alice... I think you have my phone?" She panicked as his voice filtered through the cell phone. Even the terrible cell phone speaker couldn't keep his voice from affecting her. She bit her bottom lip, as she waited for his response, trying to ignore the curious stares of her friends. Julie's stare pinned her, the back of her neck crawling. After a moment, she stood, walking from the pub, more for an excuse to get away, than to go somewhere where she could hear him properly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 15:37:22</strong>
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				"Yes, I do. You left in a bit of hurry, it seems," Derrick said. He could hear the school girl nervousness in her voice, and he could not say he didn't like it. He smiled again, leaning against his truck and casting a glance left then right across the campus as he talked, feeling like a lion on some great plain.<br><br>"I'm still on campus. Should I come by and give it to you?" he said, not bothering to keep the slight double-entendre out of his voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 15:53:10</strong>
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				"Ah yeah... I kind of... Do you know the campus?" She asked, a slight flush heating her cheeks. "It would probably be easier for me to find you" She added. She'd just escaped, and now she was going to have to go find him. She hit her head lightly off the wall in frustration. She didn't even dare bring Julie or Brad with her. This was her own for now. She'd let them in when it was time.<br><br>Julie's head peeked from inside the pub, frowning at her. Alice held up a finger in the universal sign for 'One minute.' She would have to find him, get her phone, and get out. She needed to digest, she needed to think abut this entire thing. Was it a mistake? Should she go to his group meeting? She was too scared to consider it, and too intrigued to not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 21:34:13</strong>
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				"Yes, that does sound best," Derrick replied, as he listened to the girl. She sounded so nervous, and flustered. He wasn't decided whether she was nervous in a good or a bad way, or perhaps this was how she always was. Tone of voice is really so little to go off of. But the possibilities intrigued him.<br><br>"I'm parked across the street from..." he said, craning his neck to look at the sign that stood outside the cafe nearby, "Campus Coffee. Why don't we just meet there?"<br><br>He made his way toward the establishment, little more than an espresso machine and pastry display case with cheap chairs and tables.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 22:24:20</strong>
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				Alice nodded as he suggested the place. "Okay. I'll be there in ten minutes or so." She replied. Thanks for picking my phone up." She added, "I can't get by without it. So um... I guess I'll see you in ten..." She hung up, then, ducking back into the pub. <br><br>"I gotta go get my phone." She muttered as an excuse, handing Julie back her phone. "See you guys later," She added, before leaving, walking toward one of the many coffee places the campus housed. Thank goodness there wasn't more than one of each. She hurried through the halls, head out, striding with a purpose. She managed to navigate the congested halls efficiently, arriving at the sub-par coffee shop within the allotted ten minutes. She hesitated at the door, eyes casting around for Derrick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 05:52:12</strong>
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				Derrick was sitting in one corner of the bustling coffee shop, swarming with caffeine-craving students and the like. His black bag sat in the chair next to him as he sipped a coffee casually. He had obviously been chilling here for a short while, and he smiled at Alice as she appeared in the doorway.<br><br>The phone wasn't in sight as she approached, and he looked up at her, "Good to see you again. I had hoped to catch you before you rushed too far away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 06:04:29</strong>
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				Once her eyes caught him, she hesitated for another split second, before walking over, offering him the best sheepish smile she could muster under his scrutiny. "Hi. Um. Thanks... again." She said, not taking a seat. "I think I would freak out without my phone..." She added, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. It was as obvious that she was waiting for him to hand her phone over that he was not in any hurry. <br><br>Her blue eyes couldn't meet his, ice flicking almost everywhere around him but on him directly. She didn't dare ask him, hold out her hand and ask for her phone back. She had to wait for him to decide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 13:20:36</strong>
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				"Why don't you sit down for a second, relax. You seem nervous," Derrick remarked, as he reach down toward his bag. Shortly thereafter, he pulled out her silver phone, but did not move to give it to her immediately.<br><br>"I don't bite, I swear. Well, I don't bite without consent," he remarked with a smirk, "Now, can I be sure to see you at the meeting? That's my finder's fee."<br><br>Slowly, he moved to hand the phone over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 14:15:00</strong>
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				Alice's teeth caught her lower lip, as he suggested she sit, her hand slowly pulling the opposite chair back. She slid into the seat, watching him, her face flushing deeply as he mentioned biting. She dropped her eyes as he stated his fee, half looking away. She could go. For a minute. He didn't say she had to stay. She could pop in, say hi, and go, right? Right. Her head bobbed assent. "Yeah... You'll see me there." She replied. She hated lying when she had the option. She would go. The only reason she'd lied and said she had a lecture was because she'd panicked. <br><br>She felt like a naughty kid in front of the principal. She couldn't meet his eyes, and she was squirming in her seat. He'd mentioned she looked nervous - that's because she was nervous. He was an older man, which usually got her nervous, attractive as all hell, and he could stare down a mountain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 15:57:27</strong>
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				Derrick caught it all, her avoiding glances, the way his requests were slowly acquiesced to. He watched the way her eyes tried to avoid looking at everything but his. She was fighting something, and he was slowly becoming determined to make her lose that fight.<br><br>"I took the liberty of copying down your number," he said, handing over the phone, "I'll give you a call that day, make sure to come by to pick you up. Where do you live?"<br><br>He leveled his eyes at her like cannons, that soft leonine smile on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 16:09:52</strong>
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				Her face flashed scarlet as he mentioned copying down her number, calling and picking her up. "I can take the bus..." She replied, eyes finally meeting his. Her hand closed around her phone, careful not to touch his, and her eyes dropped again. "Thanks, though. I wouldn't want to ask you to come out of your way..." She added. She didn't know him. For all she knew, he could be an axe murderer, despite his attractiveness, despite the way every time he caught her eyes her insides decided to rearrange themselves. <br><br>That, and she didn't think she could get through a car ride with him without... she wasn't sure what could happen, but she doubted she would appreciate it. She liked being in control. She liked being able to think straight and to feel like she was able to keep herself in control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 16:21:58</strong>
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				"Oh, it's no trouble," he said, "I'll give you a call anyway, just to make sure you are coming. Finder's free, remember?"<br><br>He smiled a little wider, then grabbed his bag from the floor. He reached out, putting his hand over hers for a brief moment, and said, "It'll be great to see you there."<br><br>He rose up from the chair, deciding to let her escape for now. Oh, if only she could see inside of his mind. She was so young, so inexperienced, but she had a hunger in her that was just begging to be let out. What he would do to her given the chance. He imagined that young curvy body tied to a cross, that curvy ass red from the strikes of his floggers.<br><br>Down boy, he thought. Good things came to those who wait.<br><br>He made his way back to his truck. This week, the munch couldn't come soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 16:40:21</strong>
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				Alice nodded in agreement to the call. That she had no choice in. She was going whether she liked it or not. She stiffened as his hand closed her's, eyes flashing up to his, her face heating, lips opening. And then he was gone. She slumped back in her chair, panting, ad if she'd run a mile, staring at the now vacant seat. She was in deep trouble. There was no control with him. No give. After a few moments, she stood, deciding that it was time to go home. She was exhausted from doing nothing.<br><br>Four days later, it was the day of the munch. She had it off, and subsequently spent it getting ready for her, hopefully, ten minute appearance at his munch. With a movie in the background, Alice stared at her closet, wondering what would be appropriate. Casual street clothes. Black? Bluejeans Blouse, t-shirt, party shirt? She groaned, covering her eyes with a hand, before deciding on bluejeans and a red knit sweater with a deep neck and a black silk camisole.&nbsp; She didn't know why she wanted to dress up, show off her curves and be hot. She couldn't understand why she wanted to look attractive. She was terrified of him. Oh, but he was so seductive. A venus fly trap. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 16:44:58</strong>
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				Derrick was getting ready himself. He wore a red silk shirt and jeans today, and on his belt hung a small keychain flogger. Subtle, but it was there for whoever knew what to look for. He buttoned up the shirt while looking in the mirror in his bedroom, leaving the top two buttons unbuttoned. He smelled of cologne, just enough to seem classy, and he brushed his hair back.<br><br>Finally, with a smile on his face, he picked up his phone and dialed Alice. Half of him expected her not to pick up, the other half knew she would.<br><br>"Hello, Alice, this is Derrick. Are you ready for your ride to the munch?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 17:02:22</strong>
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				She picked up on the second ring. "Hello?.... I thought I was taking the bus?" She replied, frowning as he asked if she was ready. She already had the ticket out, and she'd checked her exact route. She was ready to go, yes, but on the bus, not in his car. "I am coming, though," she added, sitting on her bed, her teeth worrying into her bottom lip again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 17:37:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'll miss half of it by the time you get there," Derrick said, "Let me drive you. Like I said, I don't bite, not without consent."<br><br>He was already grabbing his keys and wallet, pushing them into his pocket before taking one last look in the mirror, the phone pressed against her cheek. He adjusted his collar slightly as he spoke to her.<br><br>"Where do you live again? I live southside, so I'm going past campus anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 17:42:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But..." She sighed. She gave him the major intersection - it was five minutes from campus, and the directions from there. He spoke at 101s, he had been cozy with Helen, who had been drilling safety into their heads. Still, she made sure to add she knife a friend from home had given her into her purse. She still wasn't sure if he'd been involved with gangs, but he claimed to. He'd taught her the basics of keeping from hurting herself, and what she would need to know to get away.<br><br>Then she went to the front of the house and waited, ear buds in, waiting for her conveyance to the munch, the guarantee of a half hour in a car with a man who equally terrified and drew her. <em>What am I doing?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 17:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick drove up a short time later, looking exactly like a man about to pick up a beautiful young woman. The dark grey truck pulled up to the curb, and he rolled down the window. He smiled, "Fancy seeing you here. Come on get in."<br><br>He waited for her to slip into the car, then pulled out, heading toward the north side, the no-man's land between where the city became suburbs full of strip malls and shopping centers, along with apartment complexes for students wanting to live a bit farther off campus.<br><br>"You'll have a great time, I'm sure. Helen will be there, she visits a lot even though she has her own munch, and some others," he said casually, his piercing eyes drifting over to her on occasion when he wasn't watching the road.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 17:53:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice's eyes darted down as he rolled up, and walked to the passenger side. She climbed up on nibble feet, used to pickups from coming from a small town where everyone and their mother had a truck. She silently strapped herself in, before looking over as he mentioned Helen. She doubted she would be saying hello to anyone new. She was painfully shy. The only reason she spoke with Derrick was because he'd initiated it - and given her no option. She never would have had the courage to even say hello to another person at the seminar, let alone a speaker, let along <em>him</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 18:00:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick finally pulled into the nondescript pub and grill joint where this convention of perverts was going to occur. Mycroft's Pub was done up cheaply on the outside to look like a traditional English tavern, but it was little more than a sports bar. The food was cheap enough, good enough, and they had a meeting room in the back. It was everything the munch needed, and not much else.<br><br>"It's not much to look at it, but the food is decent," Derrick said, as he walked inside, holding the door open for her. Quickly, they went toward the back. He offered an accustomed nod to the waitress who smiled and greeted him by name. The munch was already beginning when they got there. The chit-chat seemed almost banal - who was with who, what they did last week, all of these things. They were, ultimately, people.<br><br>Derrick made a point of introducing her to everyone, making her feel welcome. Helen was there, as well as some others. Discussions centered around a play party they were having next week.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 18:07:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice followed behind him, head down, thanking him softly for the ride. She smiled, to the others as he introduced her, though she did her best to find a corner and hide in it. She watched as the room filled with people, greeting each-other with jubilant calls, teasing. A slow smile spread on her face as she watched. It was a community, not just a bunch of perverts getting together to have sex. These were people who were friends. Who just happened to be a little tweaked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 18:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick didn't let her hide, making sure she sat beside him, but he didn't force her hand either. He just made sure everyone knew here. A few of the guys seemed a little bit too interested in her, and he made a point of keeping them at a distance. He knew them, and they were nice and all, but they were a bit too drawn to fresh faces and weren't the right type to introduce anyone to anything.<br><br>After a few hours, the munch seemed to be winding down. The beers have been drunk, the food eaten and people seemed to slowly be saying goodbye one by one, until only himself, Alice and a handful of others were left. He stood up, and smiled.<br><br>"So, what did you think?" he said, as he began to walk toward the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 21:53:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice had managed to scrawl down a few emails, and profile names on a napkin throughout the night, people to add once she had her own on the site they'd recommended. She'd been hoping to give Derrick the slip, but she didn't truly mind how he'd sat beside her. He was kind, sociable. Like it or not, he'd taken care of her throughout the evening. She kept away from alcohol, drinking juice throughout the evening. They hadn't talked too much, but that had suited her. Her eyes gleamed with happiness. It had been a good night, and she was glad she'd come. <br><br>She barely registered that people were going until there were only the seven left. She'd meant to leave hours ago, taken the bus home and escaped him. But she'd gotten caught up in conversation, in meeting people, and in getting a feel for what this could turn into. She looked up to him, as he suggested they go, surprise registering across her brow. "Oh, um... yeah." She replied, softly, sliding off th chair, and grabbing her bag. She didn't know why she was accepting a ride home with him, she still didn't know him well enough, but... He'd earned some trust tonight. He'd deflected the two guys who had been pressing, and that alone had been huge. Even though he had been hovering in a similar fashion. Hell, he was still sort of doing it. But she was getting used to it. She was getting okay with it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 19:14:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick started up the car and pulled out, heading back toward her apartment. He sensed her nervousness, and decided to give her a bit of a breather. But as the apartment approached, he began chatting.<br><br>"So, do you want to go to the party next weekend? That's the one they were talking about. You don't have to participate, but you would probably want to see what we're talking about, instead of just hearing what we're talking about."<br><br>He asked almost casually, but insistently, his piercing eyes drifting over to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 19:29:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice's head whipped around, as she suggested she go to a party with him. Her mind raced for excuses - she had nothing to wear, she didn't really know anyone, she had homework, but she knew he would likely find a way to negate them all. "I... um..." Fear and curiosity warred. "I don't want to be... like, Um..." She tried. maybe she could get away with telling him she didn't want to get in the way of his having fun? Yeah right.<br><br>"I am curious," She admitted finally, her eyes dropping to avoid that intense stare of his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 23:00:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as she stuttered, then reached over. He took a gentle hold of her chin and lifted up her face.<br><br>"If you're curious, we can do it two ways. If you're feeling bold, we can go to the party in a few days and you can look and see for yourself in public, see what you want to try. Or, we can do something more private. Whatever you want."<br><br>His voice was gentle but demanding, almost fatherly. The demand was for her to act rather than shrink into cowardice, nothing more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 19:02:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes finally met his, wide, blue, curious and to a point, still innocent. There was no offer of leaving her alone. She was going to experience it one way or another, she just wasn't certain which. Her mouth opened slightly, as she stared, lost in the decision, his gaze, a deer in the headlights. She didn't know. She wasn't sure which would be worse, watching people, trying not to stare, or having it done to her. Blind, having no clue what was to come.<br><br>Or maybe she did.<br><br>The party, she would be able to see for herself, find out what she wanted to try, see what it was really like. "I think... Maybe..." Her eyes ducked away. Th party would give her a degree of separation. But it was terrifying. She didn't want to be left there to fend for herself,. What if he got pulled away? Ho many times had she gone to a social party and ended up in a corner, too shy to talk with any of the guests. "Where is the party?" She finally asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 18:28:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Our group has a play house. It's fantastic, nice and big, plenty of room for socializing and play, a few private rooms. You should see it. You usually have to pay to get in, but I can get you in on my ticket as a guest," he said, still smiling his leonine smile.<br><br>"It's over on the west side, and I'm pretty sure it's not on any bus routes. I'll just come by and pick you up, since I already know where you live."<br><br>He wasn't giving any options. He would simply be here, and be expecting her to come along. And he expected she'd be there, nervous as hell, but coming all the same.<br><br>"Dress code is as you please. I'd dress as if you were going to a club for the evening, or you can surprise me," he smiled again, this time with a bit of a smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 08:03:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes again raised to his, as he announced he would be picking her up. She nodded, silently, hr teeth catching her bottom lip. "And I don't have to participate?" She asked, wanting to clarify. She would bring extra money for a cab, at least to a major bus route if she needed to duck out. Alice always wanted an escape route. She didn't dare trust the man, she had only knew him for a week, and even then not really. Her teeth released her bottom lip, and her eyes fell again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 08:19:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, you can just watch. Look around, see what you are interested in, see what you want to experiment in," he said, smiling again at her nervous tick as her teeth took her bottom lip.<br><br>"We just want you to have a good time, no matter what," he added, before seeing her out the door. This party would be an eventful one. Either it would plant the necessary seeds, or it would turn out to be her first time. Here's hoping, he thought to himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 01:09:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice sighed, as she let herself back into her apartment, falling onto her bed with mixed emotions. She'd had a wonderful time, but sh'd fallen a good bit further into the rabbit hole. <br><br>The rest of the week whizzed by, classes and agonizing over her clothes mixing together. Finally she stood in front of her closet, staring in, wondering what the hell she should be wearing, still with no idea what to actually wear. She'd never gone clubbing before. Would she be able to get away with jeans and the black silk peasant top? Maybe the red A-line dress would be better, but then she would have to wear heels, which were uncomfortable. She wanted to wear jeans and the giant black hoodie she kept for cold days. She groaned, frustrated, and grabbed the tightest jeans she had, they were black with embroidered black pockets, and a red silk blouse, buttoning it up, and tightening the tie in the back to show off cleavage and her curves. Then he black boots that came to a point at the toes, and had a manageable three inch stiletto heel. It was the best outfit she'd come up with. Her hair fell in simple waves, with a tie looped around her wrist just in case, and her make up was the usual - flattering, with dark lined eyes. She sighed, looking into the mirror, and wondering if she should just call and fake sick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 21:16:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The dark gray truck pulled up to the apartment complex right on time. Derrick was wearing a dark blue button up shirt and gray pants, the clothes draped casually over his stocky frame. And behind the seat was a small roller-style suitcase, full of all sorts of implements. He planned on having some fun tonight - he knew several of the girls going to the party - even if Alice was just going to sit on the sidelines. He was going to do his best to make sure that didn't happen, though.<br><br>He got out of the truck and walked up to the stoop, hitting the button for the buzzer for the apartment.<br><br>"Alice, it's Derrick. Are you ready?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 00:31:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice jumped three feet in the air, as her phone rang for the buzzer. She winced, and picked it up. "Hello? I... um... yeah." She replied. "I'll be down in a moment." She grabbed a coat, and her purse, before locking up, and taking the stairs down. Her eyes locked on him as she caught sight of the vestibule, and she fought not to turn and run. He was much better dressed than she was, should she have worn the dress? Could she make an excuse still? She doubted he would buy. A deep breath to steel herself, and Alice pushed the door open, looking up to him for a moment. She didn't even bother to ask if she still had the option of backing out. She knew the answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 16:05:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick smiled as she opened the apartment building door, and said, "You look great. Let's get going."<br><br>He turned and made for the dark grey truck without a further word, opening the door for her and climbing in shortly afterward. The engine started with a tranquil purr before heading off. The sun was setting softly on the horizon, cutting sharp lines through the buildings that lined the streets as they pulled through the city toward the west side of town.<br><br>"Excited?" he asked, as the route took them out of the city and the sprawling university district toward the suburbs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 16:17:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice flushed deeply as he complimented her, following behind him as he lead her to the truck. Her head ducked as he opened the door for him, looking up for a moment, before she hauled herself up into the truck. She began to chew lightly on her bottom lip immediately, as they pulled away. "More nervous than excited." She replied softly. She watched the way they went, along the way, noting the streets and studiously keeping her eyes away from him. She didn't dare look at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 00:14:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They pulled onto one suburban street, then the next, then on the end of one street there was a cul-de-sac. Cars lined the curbs, as people in party wear made their way to the big house at the end of the street. The house was a bold red-brick facade, but all the blinds and curtains were drawn despite the noise of people within. Many of the passing party goers carried bags or suitcases with them.<br><br>"Here we are," Derrick said, getting out and collecting his suitcase from the back. It clinked lightly as it shifted. He gave a short wave to a couple who were passing on the other side of the street in recognition, before pulling out the handle of the suitcase and walking toward the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 22:04:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice stared at the house, eyes wide, and shook her head. Was she ready? Anything but. She watched as he got out of the truck, making no move toward her seatbelt. Maybe he would forget her, maybe she could run, and catch a bus, or&nbsp; taxi home. Maybe, maybe. But she wouldn't. Biting her bottom lip hard, she opened the door, and locked it behind herself, careful that she had her bag, wallet and cell phone, in case she did decide to leave. She trailed behind him like a sullen child, wishing the sidewalk would stretch on forever, never bringing her closer to the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 19:45:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick walked up to the garage of the house, the door hanging open and several privacy screens set up to hide the inside from the street. A printed out sign on the front door said to go through this way, but Derrick obviously had been here before and needed no directions.<br><br>Navigating around the screens, it was like stepping into another world. Already, people were getting undressed and heading inside. Tables had been set up in the garage for bags and cases like his own, and Derrick quickly went about opening his suitcase and revealing the 'toys' within. Floggers, knives, a cat-o-nine, shackles and handcuffs of all sorts.<br><br>With an almost military precision, he took holsters and hangers from the pockets in the front and attached them to his belt, until slowly, it became a utility belt of implements, where three floggers, two knives, handcuffs and legcuffs, all hung.<br><br>After this ritual was over, he turned and smiled at Alice, "Ready, Alice? The rabbit hole is this way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 18:45:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice carefully tiptoed through the garage, still trailing Derrick, her cheeks flaming as she caught glances of women, and men undressing, others similarly suiting up with implements, or costumes. Her eyes fastened on his back, her teeth pressing hard into her bottom lip, as she stood, watching the way his hands moved, not even glancing down, as if he'd done this a million times before. And he very well could have, for all she knew. She was lost, didn't know what to do, where to stand. She pressed against a table, as a woman brushed past, her heart hammering, nervousness an adequate gag. She doubted she would say, or do anything all night. She felt as if she were shutting down, didn't know what she was supposed to be doing. She was drowning, and she needed guidance. <br><br>She wanted to run, but she doubted she even could. She was stuck where she was, and he was her only lifeline. And he was perfectly at home. Her eyes met his, wide, nervous and pleading, as he looked back. Was she ready? Would she ever be? She gulped, and nodded, her hands wrapping around her stomach. She hated how her back flt exposed, anyone could walk up behind her. She wished she had a giant hoodie, so she could cover her back, and neck, protect herself. With a deep breath, she stepped forward, her eyes flitting down to focus on his shoes. She would follow where he lead, hope he sat her down somewhere, or even better, brought her home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 01:36:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick moved into the house. The door in the garage lead to the house's kitchen. People in various states of dress and undress milled around, laughing and talking, munching on hors doeuvres and glancing around. Alice could feel several glances going her way, wondering who the new girl was.<br><br>Before she knew it, Derrick was standing there, shaking hands, smiling. He introduced her a few times, but more often, he intercepted other men who seemed to making a bee-line toward her, interrupting their approach with a handshake, a brief introduction and a smile.<br><br>Beyond the long kitchen and dining room that had been made into a make-shift buffet, there was a living room with its furniture stashed to the sides, and stairs leading up to bedrooms for more private play. There were three crosses, a spanking bench, a variety of strange furniture she had never seen. Someone was doing a public flogging as dozens of onlookers watched, a pretty but older woman with long dark hair receiving a firm beating from a shirtless man wearing only jeans.<br><br>Derrick finally maneuvered to one of the open coaches, letting her sit down and soak up everything around them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 16:04:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice followed, like a baby duck, twisting through the crowd, trying not to touch anyone. They all seemed so comfortable with each other, letting their personal space evaporate, whereas it felt as her's had doubled in size. She could feel the stares, the curious glances, and she kept her head down, eyes on him. She almost walked into him, as he began to greet people. She stood as close as she dared behind him, almost trying to hide. And every time he gestured back, 'this is Alice', introducing her, she forced a somewhat nervous smile, and nodded, not daring to speak, not wanting to shake hands, though she did if they were offered. Her shyness seemed to rule, grow exponentially, as it had at the munch. Unfamiliar places, people, and events pulled the rug from beneath her feet and left her direction-less.<br><br>Alice finally sunk onto the couch beside him, her wide eyes darting around the living room for a moment, until they focused on the woman, and the man. He was silent, she was mostly. An occasional moan, or hiss of pain. The only constant sound was the <em>whoosh, smack</em> of the flogger connecting. Her eyes focused on the red skin, with welts slowly rising. Every time the flogger hit, she unconsciously winced.<br><br>Alice's eyes dropped to her hands, her jaws clenching for lack of a better option. She didn't dare look up any more. She didn't feel like herself, she didn't feel like she could ever be herself, again. She watched the floor, muscles tensing rhythmically with the flogging that seemed like it would never stop. <br><br>The woman's voice slowly, incrementally, rose, from soft gasps, to moans. Occasional to frequent, as she began to break down. How long had it been? Alice had no clue. She doubted that the woman did, either. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 23:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched both the woman on the cross and Alice, as Alice lowered her eyes. He could sense the effect that this strangely common-place scene from his life was having on her. He looked at her begin to fold up, and he leaned over, gently whispering in her ear.<br><br>"Come along," he said, taking her hand and slowly leading her upstairs. Up the broad staircase, he took her into a room that just had a bed and a cross in it, and he closed the door.<br><br>"You seem to be closing up. Tell me what you are curious about, what you want to try."<br><br>Here they were, in an empty room, far away from the crowds. The party went on outside, but for the moment they were alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 14:38:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice jumped, as he leaned in, his voice so close to her ear. She turned, looking at him wide eyed for a moment, before following. As the door closed, the sounds muted, she relaxed a fraction. Her eyes again plastered to the floor, and she bit her bottom lip. "I... I don't know..." She replied softly. What she wanted to try? She hadn't the slightest clue. Did she want to b rhythmically broken by being hit over and over? That was all she had seen. All she had dared to see. She slowly sunk to the bed, sitting, and shook her head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." She said softly. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Just everything...." She shook her head again, unable to explain it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 03:22:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shhh, this is an exploration, not a judgment. There is nothing wrong with you, I know it can be overwhelming," he said, "Maybe we should see what you like. It can stop anytime. All you have to say is 'Red' and I'll stop and it will be over. If you say 'Yellow', I'll pause and check in with you. Do you trust me?"<br><br>He gently took her by the hand and led her to the cross. He took her wrists gently and fastened them into the bonds hanging from the corners.<br><br>"Remember, red and yellow, just like the traffic lights."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 18:55:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice swallowed, flushing as he lead her to the cross, the soft leather cuffs embracing her wrists. Her head bent forward, And her eyes closed, teeth worrying into her bottom lip, as he repeated the words. <em>Red and yellow, like traffic lights. Got it. </em> She nodded, Wondering what exactly he planned to do. The cross smelled like old varnish, and it was sanded down, with slight bows from where people had leaned against it god knew how many times. If it could talk, Alice wondered how many stories it would tell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 18:54:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He did not undress her, letting her keep her back covered. It would deaden the pain, ease her into it. Not that the silk top would offer much resistance.<br><br>Derrick unbuttoned the holsters that held the first of many floggers on his belt. It was made of red suede, soft but heavy, with a good sting. He walked in front of the cross, showing the flogger to her. He reached through the cross, cupping her face gently then running the soft leather flogger's tails over her face, letting her feel the material. Then slowly, his footsteps like the countdown to an execution, he walked around to her back.<br><br>Then, he brought the flogger down on her back. He put as little muscle into as possible, letting the tails themselves and their weight do most of the work as they crossed her back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 20:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As his soft footsteps announced his movement, her eyes opened. She watched as he crossed in front of her, as he held up the flogger. She swallowed nervously, eyes closing once again as his palm cupped her cheek, the well-worn suede caressing her face. She breathed slowly, through her stomach. There was no warning, really, for the first hit, His steps pausing, a breath. Her eyebrows knit together, hands fisted, but she made no other reaction. It was more shock, than pain. The tails fell heavily across her shoulders in an almost comforting thud, her shirt managing to save her from most of the sting around the edges. She breathed deeply, silent, eyes closed, focused on her back, the flogger, and him. She listened for his every movement, every breath and every rustle of clothing. And she waited for the next blow, and the next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 08:43:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She did not cry out, nor scream. She tensed, but that was to be expected, so Derrick continued. He crossed her back with the flogger again, then again. A steady slow beat of thumping strikes shaped an X across her back. The suede thudded against her back, as he began to putting slowly increasing energy into it. But he was careful, going up just by a little bit with each strike, drumming her slowly upward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 18:07:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her head rested against the cross, back rounded slightly outward to meet the blows evenly. Her breathing slowed, as the steady beat thumped across her back, almost heavy enough to reverberate through her chest like an empty drum. Her back heated, flaring to life as the blows encouraged blood to the pale flesh. She warmed, even as her mind seemed to still. She was helpless to him, would be so easy to command. Part of it was trust, surrender. Part of it, simply, was her body's reaction, the endorphines flooding her mind. And then it began, slowly to sting. The thud brought her down, like a soft sling lowering her, but the sting piqued her intellect, stoking the fire. Her eyebrows knotted together. She could continue, and endure, but it held no pleasure for her. She bit her lips together, as the blows fell upon too-sensitive flesh, streaks of fire fading almost instantly. Finally, as a particularly hard blow fell, a soft noise of protest escaped her closed mouth. She was strung tight as a harp string, hands clenched so hard crescents from her nails were pressed into her palms. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 23:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Then, the flogging stopped. He walked up close behind her, running his hands over her neck, down her shoulders, feeling her body through her silk shirt. She could hear his breath in her ear and smell his cologne. His hands were caressing down her back until they reached the bottom, and then they moved underneath it. He ran his nails across the red sensitive skin lightly, playing with her senses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 23:16:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She breathed heavily, waiting for the next strike, though it did not come. Alice waited, listening to the soft sounds of approach. She shivered softly, unable, and unwilling to move. Another noise, this time of startlement, escaped her, as his hands pressed softly against her. She shivered softly, her shoulders dropping, as his hands smoothed down the flesh, heating through the shirt. His breath against her ear teased her, forcing shivers down her spine, the hairs on the back of her neck to lift. The spice of his cologne surrounded her, filling her. She winced as his fingers pressed directly against her flesh, warm, pressing up, his palms. And then the sharpness of his nails, the soft scrape up, across the sore 'x' of flesh across her shoulders and ribs. Another soft sound escaped, half whimper, half gasp, as he did it first, her eyes closed, face still hidden by her hair and the cross. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 01:17:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at the small gasp that was issued from the girl on the cross. He removed his hand from Alice's back, and buckled the suede whip to his belt once again, and unhooked a heavier elk one. He ran the tails slowly over her back, and then brought it down, again and again, landing across her back.<br><br>He paused on occasion to take hold of Alice's hair, pulling back on it and running his hand over her neck, her back. He pulled her back, her arms stretching forth toward her bonds, and let his hand run over her navel, her breasts. The smell of him overwhelmed her. He kissed her neck, bit it lightly, then let her go, pushing her back against the cross and beginning to strike her once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 17:29:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft noise escaped her, again, as he brushed the tines of a flogger across her back, again. Her skin was already raised in welts, every contact hurt.But there was something about this. The helplessness of being tied to a cross, her mind in a haze of endorphines, the intimacy of the way he pressed into her a minute or two ago. It was hard to think, hard to remember... anything. She couldn't help the noise that escaped, as the blows&nbsp; exploded across her back. The thump resounded through her, breaking her breaths apart, robbing her of full inhales. Fire raced across her back with every swipe, and she bit her lips together, trying to remain silent, tears slowly building behind her eyes from the constant sharp pain. <br><br>The first time his hand fisted in her hair, pulled her back, she gasped, her eyes closed tightly, eyebrows furrowed. It was all she could do not to let the tears fall. She shuddered, as his hands roamed, his lips brushed her neck, his smell again conquering her breath. She gasped as he bit her neck, a shiver at the wonderful sensation racing down her spine, heating her, pushing her further down. She panted, as he pressed her back into the cross, away from him, and resumed, the tears for a moment forgotten from his teeth on her neck. A moan, finally escaped her, and she pressed her face into her shoulder, trying to wipe the moisture from her eyelashes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:05:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elk flogger came down, and as he was doing so, he loosened the bull one from his belt. Then, he began to use them, one then the other. They quickly became a continuous stream, moving across her back, a figure eight pattern of thud and pain that went through her flesh. He kept faster, and faster, the leather licking her skin through her shirt.<br><br>He watched her body react, her previous tension fading away into a listless pleasure. She was approaching it, he could tell, that sub space. And if he could do that, well, he had her, didn't he?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 17:37:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice gasped, as the strikes came in double-time, tears still leaking between her lids. She didn't know how much more she could take. She had to do something. She tried to focus on her breathing, in... out, as her mind began to count the impacts. It wasn't easy, the pain from the previous impact was never done before the pain of the next started. She focused on the counting with her whole being, counting, her breathing deepened, and the tears stilled from her eyes. Her makeup would be smudged, and her eyes would be red, but she wasn't a complete mess.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 05:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The strikes came faster, and faster, when finally, with one last set of truly harsh hits, he stopped. He set the two floggers aside and looked at her, tearing up and quivering on the cross. He walked up behind her, pressing his body against hers. He ran his hands through her hair, kissing her neck, nipping at it. His hands moved down, exploring her body. He felt over her back, down over her hips and her ass. His teeth found her skin, biting her, leaving toothmarks on her soft skin.<br><br>His hands drifted forward, running up her chest. He gripped her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt, massaging them slowly, as his hot breath traveled over her neck. It was a wordless moment, full of sensuality and animalism, not needing words.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 18:56:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice's breathing was slow, deep, occasionally a stutter caught it, as he pressed close. She shuddered under his touch, a soft moan escaping as his lips drifted, again, across her neck. She leaned back from the cross, onto him, a soft cry escaping as his teeth found home, her back arching as well as her exhausted muscles could manage, her head falling back onto his shoulder. She barely noticed as his hands found her chest, her entire being focused on the smell of him, the way his breath heated her neck, his arms around her, supporting her in tandem with the cross. And somehow this was peaceful. Her back felt as if she'd been burned, swollen and tight, there was still the residual feel of his teeth. Every exhale he gusted against her shot shivers up her spine, and she didn't want the moment to end. She didn't want him to let her go. The party didn't matter. The people didn't matter. All that mattered was him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 21:09:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick breathed upon her, bit her, then bit her harder through her blouse. His breath was hot and dangerous, and he wanted more of her. He reached up, unbuckling the wrist restraints and carefully catching her quivering body.<br><br>"I will make you mine, Alice," he whispered in her ear. He turned her around and guided her to the bed, laying her back down upon the soft covers. His hands deftly unbuttoned her crimson blouse and undid the front clasp on her bra. She was exposed to him, and he hovered over her.<br><br>Finally, he bent down and kiss her neck, then gave it a stinging bite. He trailed kisses down her chest, over her collar bones, accentuating it every few with a nip at her skin, until he reached her breasts. His teeth seized her nipple and pulled upon it, pulling it out, and then moved to her other breast to do the same. He bit her breast again, leaving bright red marks on each that were sure to bruise prettily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 16:50:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With every bite, Alice whimpered, tensing and shuddering under him. Her head bent forward, and to the side, offering herself to him. As he released her from the support of the saltire, Alice nearly fell. It was only by his support that she kept upright. She panted, as his mouth caressed her ear, and she moaned, unable to form words. She stumbled forward, with his guidance, to the bed. She shied away from the mattress, even as she lay back, hissing softly at the pressure on her back. She stared up at him, pupils dilated, panting, lips swollen from biting. She shook softly, as he opened her shirt, and bra, laying her bare. <br><br>SShe whimpered softly, as his mouth pressed against her neck, gasping as his teeth pressed into the flesh. She moaned, softly, as his mouth grazed down to her breasts, her head falling back and eyes closing. Her hands fisted in the coverlets, her toes curling. Her eyes flew open, as his teeth grabbed her nipple, and she couldn't help the yelp that escaped her, as she arched off the bed, the white-hot pain shocking her nearly back to consciousness. And then he did it again. Her hands moved, to cover herself in defense. She didn't like that. Didn't want him to bite there, even as he trailed marks across the curves of her breasts. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 19:07:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gently, Derrick reached up and took Alice's hands by the wrists. He pulled them slowly away from her nipples. His mouth covered one of them again, but instead of a cruel bite, he sucked and breathe upon it, slowly soothing it with his mouth. And then the other. The gentleness was a bold contrast to his cruelty, perhaps to make the cruelty seem all the more so.<br><br>He reached down to her jeans, unbuttons them and working the zipper down. He pulled on their legs to get them started loosening, then looping his hands around the top of her jeans and her panties, his fingers touching the bare flesh of her hips. He lifted her up slightly, pulling her bottom off in three quick pulls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 19:15:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice whimpered softly, as he pulled her hands away, her breath coming in gasps. She tensed, as he moved down, mouth soothing across her nipples. As his hands slid over her hips, she gasped, arching away, her face averting from him as shocks of sensation rocked her from the sensitive skin. And then she was bare. She looked up to him, surprised, shocked, and her arms wrapped around herself modestly. What was she doing? How had she ended up here, in a strangers bed, naked and beaten with a man she was too shy to really look at? Why did she like it? Confusion warred across her face, having somewhat come back to herself. "I..." She whispered, staring into his eyes. "Derrick..." She licked her lips, unable to really come up with anything to say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning to Live the Life (Subtle Trouble and PrimalChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrimalChaos</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 19:38:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shhhh," he said, placing a finger to her lips, then taking her hands by the wrists for a second time. He pulled her arms away, exposing her to him once again.<br><br>"You are beautiful, and I will keep you safe," he said in a soft but confident voice. He moved his hand down, caressing her side gently as he leaned down to kiss her. He took her lips, seizing those gentle pillows with his own. She could feel him on top of her, his silk shirt caressing her bare flesh.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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