Marguerite's BDSM Room
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				Title: <strong>Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 21:51:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/meanttolive/Shexy/Domme-2.gif)</div><br>&nbsp;<div align="center">Welcome to Marguerite's Humble Abode where it is an add on to the lovely Bordello. This is a place where those who are interested in BDSM can be trained to either become a responsible Dominant, submissive or even a slave. Sessions shall happen with males, females, cross dressers and transgenders. Just like a usually roleplay thread, there is no time limit unlike the Bordello and people who are invited are not rushed to post within time limits. Instead, if one person is in training and another who wants to be trained, then the first will be placed on hold given astericks and a new training session shall begin.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 21:51:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Rules</span></div><div align="center">[Rules are subject to change]</div><div align="center">RACK (Risk-aware consensual kink) is used no matter what.<br>Safe words are implemented in the sessions.<br>If one session starts but another wants to session, there will be double posting within a post.<br>One session drags a bit, do not fret, it will be put on hold *** given and then a new session with another writer shall start up.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 21:51:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">*Friends Who Have Christined The Lovely Room</div><br>Josietta<br><br><br>*More to be added just cannot remember their names<br><em>Italicized means have yet to christen the room.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:21:33</strong>
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				The door opened as Trip walked in.&nbsp; She looked around a bit trying not to blush.&nbsp; She was dressed this evening in boots, fishnet and a gray/black gothic style outfit.&nbsp; Her hair was down in the slightly messy/wavey style she enjoyed.&nbsp; She knew she migth be early so she sat down to wait patiently.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:31:16</strong>
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				Marguerite stretched and moved her body this way and that way. This new corset had been made for this type of movement but it still felt as if it needed to be pulled even more taut against her. Oh well, she was not going to worry about herself but needed to see to the lovely Trip. "Welcome, Trip," she answered, smiling as she noticed the female. The booths and fishnet gave away what she might expect but Marguerite had other plans in mind.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:35:02</strong>
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				She looked up and quickly stood up blushing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Part of her didn't full know what she wanted.&nbsp; While she was a switch, Trip knew she swung more towards submissive.&nbsp; Of course she had no idea that Marguerite had any plan in mind so she was innocent of anything.&nbsp; "Hello Miss Marguerite, how are you today?&nbsp; I apologize for just stopping in."
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:45:29</strong>
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				Slowly, Marguerite looked over the lovely female before her. Oh, she knew a few things about the E community about the puss in boots but nothing to warrant concern. Besides, Marguerite would figure out what made the female tick and tock before the end of this session. "Quite alright, lovely, how are you today?," she asked, smiling as she motioned for her to settle back down on the seat. Before anything, there were conversations, even at times went without sessions to get a male or female in the right frame of mind about what she provided.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:49:03</strong>
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				She blushed and smiled as she sat back down trying to relax.&nbsp; It was true she tried to be dommy at times but in truth..she smiled softly as she looked at Marguerite.&nbsp; "I am also pretty good today Marguerite.&nbsp; Been a bit busy lately but hopefully that will slow down soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:57:27</strong>
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				"How are you and the lovely husband?," she asked, settling herself down where she crossed her legs at the knee. Today, she wore wedges, enjoying them more than the boots. Most people assumed Mistress' wore the whole leather bit and the high elevator shoes. Sure, she wore a few of them but for her what was wearing all leather if she could not move around to train a submissive or a Dominant? Nothing if she received leather burns from it and it had happened once. "I bet you came here to please her a bit or is it for yourself?"
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 23:07:18</strong>
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				She smiled as she was asked about Ket.&nbsp; She blushed a bit and grinned.&nbsp; "We are quite well though I am afraid Ket is away on business.&nbsp; I suppose its for both of us..and myself.&nbsp; I mean, we tend to switch back and forth whichever..takes the mood."&nbsp; She smiled softly as she studied Marguerite a bit.&nbsp; For some reason she could not quite figure out why but something was off as if Marguerite had something planned.<br><br>Trip looked around a little, trying not to let on that she was thinking something might be up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 23:24:27</strong>
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				Marguerite smiled, listened and even smirked to hear it is what took the mood for any of them to be the top or the bottom. Oh, Marguerite had a few ideas in mind but she was not going to give it up just yet. Why give away the ending at the beginning? It might work in books but in sessions it needed to be handled carefully and smoothly. "Now, you do know about my policies? Read about the RACK guidelines?," she questioned, leaning back against the couch. When Marguerite committed herself to sessions, especially her lifestyle as a Domme then people needed to sit back and watch the show happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 23:26:56</strong>
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				"I did.&nbsp; And I read about your safe words."&nbsp; The lifestyle had always interested her and she had experienced it many times but it was always different in some ways from person to person.&nbsp; "Is there a particular one?"&nbsp; She asked as she sat back glancing around quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 23:38:17</strong>
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				Cocking her head to the side, Marguerite watched her a bit more closely to see what might be used for this session. Hell, might only be a bit of getting to see the items in question used for the session. Let her get a feel of the implements Marguerite might use on her or to even buy herself for Ket when the two played together. "Particular? Do you mean a room for different type of kink?," she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 23:40:06</strong>
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				She jumped a bit as she was pulled out of her thought and smiled as she looked at Marguerite.&nbsp; "Oh no, I meant safeword."&nbsp; She blushed softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 23:44:45</strong>
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				Chuckling, she leaned over to pat her hand as if it was nothing to bring other's from their thoughts. Hell, even happened to her at times overall though she knew how to make it look like she was in the moment. "The lights are used or we can make one up especially for each person," she commented, smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 23:46:27</strong>
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				She smiled, nodding a bit.&nbsp; "Oh okay.&nbsp; I thin I am ready then for..well..for whatever."&nbsp; She still was unsure why she was here but she needed to know for herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 00:10:55</strong>
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				It seemed she was not ready to have a session fully, merely get her feet wet in what could happen next time she came around. Marguerite was fine with that, not every session had to be with the paddles, crops and bondage. Sometimes, someone needed to get used to these new feelings inside of them. Almost made her think of Moulin Rouge where the lead actor talked about feelings inside of him and he burst out into a song. Marguerite was known for bursting into song but mostly at the pubs or with friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 00:15:06</strong>
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				She swallowed a bit as she looked at Marguerite.&nbsp; She wanted to say something, it was on the tip of her tonuge.&nbsp; "The..the thing is Mar..I mean Miss Marguerite.." She swallowed a bit as she looked at her.&nbsp; "Lately, I've..I've wanted to..to loose control.&nbsp; I mean, I've wanted t be taken and molded.."&nbsp; She knew Marguerite would not do anything if she wasn't ready and she wan't to scream out that she was ready for..whatever she had planned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 00:27:35</strong>
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				Marguerite looked back at the female as she stood up on her full height, well as the height given by her wedges. Smiling, she appreciated to hear the given name she went by in sessions. Marguerite was one thing but Miss Marguerite or Mistress Marguerite felt like chocolate on her tongue to her. Hell, she might even legally change her name to Miss Marguerite, first name Miss, last name Marguerite but then it might go a bit Prince with symbols and silly things of that nature. "Loose control? Do tell, do not be afraid to say things you think will be embarassing. You have seen what I have committed myself to doing," she commented.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 00:29:19</strong>
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				She looked up at her blushing as Marguerite towered over her.&nbsp; "Having it taken from me, decided for me."&nbsp; She was blushing now, breathing heavily as she looked up at her and admitted this.&nbsp; "Being molded into..something, being trained can be a rush...Miss Marguerite."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 00:36:03</strong>
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				Oh, she knew exactly how that felt. Marguerite would admit to it at one point in her life, she had been a submissive for less than a week. Yes, less than a week because the week showed her how much she hated to be submissive. Hated to have mold her in a way which was not to her liking but to their liking. For her, being a Dominant and being able to help someone mold them to their own satisfaction felt like home to her. With her, Marguerite would how the newly babe to enjoy her submissiveness and revel in it. "Come along then, lovely kissling," she answered, turning around as she headed down the hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 00:38:47</strong>
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				She bowed her head softly having admittied it.&nbsp; She had always been more submissive, there was a rare few sh enjoyed to dominate but always she wanted to go back to it.&nbsp; She got up to follow Marguerite down the hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 00:58:45</strong>
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				Marguerite walked along the hallways, each door to the room opened. One room held a St. Andrew's cross. Another had a bondage bed to place a lovely specimen on it for various reasons. Another held a sex swing which she might use on another submissive coming around tonight or tomorrow. One room held suspension equipment but for now she wanted to use the St. Andrew's Cross. "Do you enjoy being spanked?," she questioned, turning around to stop at the room with the Andrew's cross.<br><br>*****To be continued later****<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 01:01:39</strong>
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				Marguerite stretched and moved her body this way and that way as she looked around. Smiling, she checked her watch and knew there would be a new person coming in to see her, this time a male. Cocking her head to the side, she went towards her office to see how the lovely male would be doing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 23:36:35</strong>
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				Trip followed behind her, looking around at the room they had entered.&nbsp; She blushed deeply taking it all in.&nbsp; As they stopped at the St. Andrew's Cross, she looked over at Miss Marguerite.&nbsp; "I do.&nbsp; Well, I enjoy a great many things Miss Marguerite."
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 04:55:49</strong>
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				"I bet you do," she answered, reaching out to caress to Trip's cheek. Ket was a lucky female to have this one around but she knew when not to go over the line. Hell, Marguerite even had her own guidelines for partners to make sure she never had to worry about another person showing up on her front door and demanding why her other lover was sleeping with their husband or wife.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 13:01:48</strong>
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				She smiled, leaning into Marguerite's touch.&nbsp; She kenw Ket was very lucky and always made sure she pleased Ket as much as possible.&nbsp; Keeping her happy was her number one priority.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 16:48:46</strong>
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				Further, Marguerite walked into the room, her wedged heels comforted by the dark maroon tiles on the floor. "Look around, touch the cross because you will be on it in a bit." Several rooms were tiled and a few were given carpets but it all depended on the different items placed within the rooms. If there was going to be a St. Andrew's Cross, it would be a dumb to have the sweat and at times tears of the one strapped to the cross sink into the carpet's fiber. The room would be musky and hard to take anymore. 
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 16:50:35</strong>
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				She walked over to the cross and ran her hands along it.&nbsp; She looked up at it and swallowed a bit looking back at Marguerite.&nbsp; She didn't know what was fully plan for her but she was partly eager and nervous.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 16:55:57</strong>
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				Her eyes flickered over Trip and she leaned against the wall where several implements were shown. On one side of the room were paddles, whipping crops, cat o' nine tails, bull whips, red and black whip, whips with hearts or little shamrocks attached to the end. Another side held blindfolds, gags, posture collars, cuffs, spreaders, everything and anything to implement on a submissive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 16:59:41</strong>
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				She gently let go of the cross then turned to look at all the implements.&nbsp; She bit her bottom lip as she looked at them all, squirming a tiny bit in her boots.&nbsp; She was right, she wasn't as tough or dominant as she was dressed.&nbsp; Seeing these toys made her warm and yearn for her..place.<br><br><br>"Please Miss Marguerite.&nbsp; I.." she swallowed a bit.&nbsp; "I am eager to be taught by you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:32:07</strong>
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				Turning around to look at Trip, Marguerite smiled at the female. "Place yourself against the cross, back facing me." She was starting to see that at times it could be daunting to see all of this and realize it was not just something to merely take on for a few hours at a time. Oh, she had come across Dominants who took on the role of being in control for a few hours before dropping it when it did not please them or when the phase flew over them. Made it harder for the rest of the real ones to be given credit or a chance to promote themselves.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:48:20</strong>
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				She knew this as well, that was why she always came back to submission.&nbsp; It was not something to take on for a few hours for her, it was what kept calling her back.&nbsp; Perhaps Marguerite would bring it out even more.&nbsp; She did as she was told, placing herself against the cross so her back was to Marguerite.&nbsp; She tried not to look back even if she was curious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 04:23:49</strong>
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				Walking up on to the platform, Marguerite went to work to secure Trip into the cross. There were leather straps which hung off of the cross to strap a male or female into it for performances or training. "Take deep breaths but I will not break your skin," she commented as she headed over to get a riding crop. Riding crops worked best to break her into the swing of things plus she itched to try out her heart-shaped crop on Trip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:27:57</strong>
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				She stood there feeling those leather straps being wrapped around her.&nbsp; Finally she was wrapped in.&nbsp; "Yes Miss Marguerite." she said softly, taking a few deep breathes she waited to feel the sting of whatever instrument Marguerite was going for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 04:00:05</strong>
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				Marguerite started with stroking her fingers over Trip's arms and stretched legs. "Do you feel that?," she whispered, smiling all the while. This would be an interesting session and Marguerite would let Trip feel it all as she succumbed to the very nature within her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 12:51:51</strong>
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				She gasped softly as she felt those fingers dancing over her unprotected arms and legs.&nbsp; The outfit she still had on only really protected her back and ass but then it did have a skirt attached to it so protection there was minimal.&nbsp; <br>"Y..yes.." she said softly as she felt the stroking.&nbsp; She closed her eyes knowing she would feel a lot tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 01:54:00</strong>
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				Her hands removed themselves from her skin as she headed off to grab the riding crop for this evening. "Tell me Trip, are you an obdient wife to Ket?," she questioned as she swung the riding crop in the air, moving and dancing along an imaginary straight line with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:18:42</strong>
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				She waited there as she heard Marguerite walking away then back towards her.&nbsp; She swallowed a bit, hearing the crop swinging through the air and knowing she would feel it soon.&nbsp; "Yes Miss Marguerite." she sad softly knowing it to be the truth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 22:38:23</strong>
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				She was glad to hear of her faithfulness to Ket. "Good because I hate to see anyone hurt because of cheating or something else," she answered, patting the end of the crop against Trip's shoulder. Marguerite loathed people who cheated because of the fun of it or tried to rationalize it away because the spouse was not giving them enough love. The best course of action was to confront the spouse and take an active part in changing the marriage or relationship. Better to work out on a ship then to jump it before it even had a chance to be sailed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:09:56</strong>
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				Ket gave her a lot of freedom which was nice, there was only one other person she specifically bowed down too and he was not around very often though she tried to be obedient when he was.&nbsp; She felt the crop against her shoulder as she closed her eyes waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 23:46:53</strong>
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				One more turn around the lifted St. Andrews' Cross and Marguerite eyed Trip's back. Hmm, next time she would let the female come back with less attire on. Even though it was a bit of clothes she wore, the crop would bounce off of the shoes and the clothes she wore easily. "Here we go," she whispered as she brought the crop down first on Trip's bottom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 02:22:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was not sure what to wear but she would have removed anything if told too.&nbsp; All of a sudden the crop interrupted her thoughts as it connected with her bottom.&nbsp; She gasped, almost crying out as she bit her bottom lip to stiffle it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 19:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite cocked an eyebrow to hear Trip gasping and crying out already on the first hit. Hmm, it seemed she was not that much of a pain enthusiast like herself. "Take a deep breath but never hold it for too long. Might make you pass out," she commented as she came down again on her bottom with the riding crop. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 23:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been a bit of a suprise but she nodded taking a deep breath.&nbsp; She was letting it out as the riding crop struck again.&nbsp; She gasped softly, moaning just a bit.&nbsp; "T..thank you Miss Marguerite."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 04:40:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Thank you, Miss Marguerite, what'," she questioned as the riding crop came down again. She wanted to hear why she thought that Trip should be thanking her for things. Submissives thanked people for things everyday but there needed to be a reason for it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 13:30:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She started to answer but stopped as the riding crop came down again.&nbsp; She squeeked then swallowed. "Thank you Miss Marguerite for the breathing lessson and the time you are spending teaching me."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 20:30:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong> Josi found her way to her Mistress' chambers and settled into a place on the floor. Her hands were still bound together though she was still wearing the clothes from before as it would have been difficult to change with her hands tied in such a way. She ]pressed her lips together and shifted around a little waiting for her lesson. </strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>leelan</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 22:46:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*pokes my head in* um...Ms. Marg? may i enter?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 22:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, she came down to strike at Trip's bottom three more times as she heard Josi and another enter into the domain of Marguerite's. She smiled at Trip, nuzzling her neck as she told her to wait for her while she attended to others. Oh, Marguerite could multitask like it was no one's fucking business. Right now, it seemed Josi had been a good girl not to get into trouble or to let herself complete a climax. She called for Josi to come to her knowing it had been a few days the female was bound together by Dawg's rope. Another voice called out, Leelan's voice and she smiled. "Yes, come in leelan," she called back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>leelan</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 22:52:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nervously, leelan slipped in closing the door behind her and walked towards the voice looking around. "thank You." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 22:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=31521.msg1718176#msg1718176">Quote from: leelan on 14-03-2009, 22:52:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nervously, leelan slipped in closing the door behind her and walked towards the voice looking around. "thank You." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Marguerite knew it would be a task to juggle three lovely ladies but she hoped when she gave them the news in a bit, none of them would be hurt. She had other things to attend to and would close down the BDSM for only a few hours for a BBQ event she had to attend for family matters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>leelan</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 22:56:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				leelan swallowed still very nervous and backed towards the door politely smiling. "would You like me to go then? i do not want to be in the way of Your..." she paused looking around smiling softly "other matters."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 22:59:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite chuckled as she knew what she looked like with her black wedges, skirt, top and her hair pulled back in a clip. She looked a cross between an evil fairy, Mistress and leather wearing biker bitch but she adored to put things together to find some sort of cohesiveness. "How about you give me a jingle since it seems I have to close down the room for just a few hours. I have a birthday bash to get to and need to still find a suitable gift for my cousins. Leather and whips are not my style but I might organize to get a few strippers to visit their houses later," she explained, smiling at Leelan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>leelan</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 23:02:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				leelan smiled and curtsied a little staring at Miss Marg in a small daze. "yes Miss Marg. i will come back later. thank You for letting me come for even a moment." with that she smiled and turned walking out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 23:02:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Josi moved toward her Mistress' voice and padded through the hallway, her feet bare and her hands at her front resting in the ropes. She wriggled a little and tugged at her skirt putting it in place as properly as she could with the tied hands and made her way into the room. She glanced around and then looked to her Mistress. <br><br><strong>"Good afternoon, Miss Mar."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 23:04:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is no problem at all, Leelan, merely call (PM) me to set up maybe an appointment because it seems with Spring Break, more people are vying to get in," she commented, waving to Leelan as she walked out and turned her attentions towards Josi. Her beautiful and sweet little temptress of a kissling, Josi. "Come here so I can remove the ropes," she answered, crooking a finger for her to come closer but it did not mean Marguerite would not play a bit with Josi before releasing her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 23:12:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Josi stepped closer to her Mistress and held out her hands, the ropes such a nice silk they didn't burn her wrists too much, even after three days wear. She stood before her and bit at her lower lip, keeping it tucked in between her teeth. She watched with wide eyes waiting patiently. A smile spread over her soft glossed lips and she looked to the other girls there and blushed a little wondering if they had seen her punishment as well. It seemed many in the world of E was privvy to those security tapes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 23:24:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grabbing Josi by the silk bonds, she pulled her forwards towards Marguerite. She wanted to see how Josi's bottom was holding up to having been spanked a few days before. Marguerite noticed around the community she was being a good girl and even had a few eyes and ears out to keep Marguerite well informed. A Mistress never could let a good pet run around the community freely, now could she? Well, she could but she kept eyes and ears out for protection in case her lovely Josi ever found herself in trouble or in need of a shoulder to cry on. "How is my lovely, kissling?," she whispered as she stroked Josi's neck and cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 23:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She stumbled slightly as she was tugged forward and she nuzzled into the stroking of her neck and cheek. She adored her Mistress and any attentions given by her. She had been missing her of late and knew how busy she was. Marguerite being very much in demand these days. She whispered her reply as her eyes fluttered closed then open again.<br><strong><br>"Missing her Mistress, but otherwise well, Miss Mar."</strong><br><br>Josi had been a good girl for the most part, at least she thought so. She would find out soon enough if her Mistress agreed with that. She bit at her lower lip more and watched and waited for more direction. She liked the safety and comfort her Mistress gave her and the discipline helped to keep her reminded of herself and how it could affect others.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 23:44:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yes, Marguerite had been quite busy with a few things but the next two weeks would be relaxed in manner. Her other assignments were cut shorter and though she was not on Spring Break holiday, it meant other people were and she had more business coming in to twiddle away her time. With Josi, she would have a bit more time and she smiled to have heard of her becoming a god mother of some sorts. <br><br>"Mmm, I have missed my kissling very much but you always know how to reach moi," she commented, kissing her neck and nipping the bottom lip. What could she say? Marguerite was an amorous female which was why she still needed to get Ket to see what was going on with the bumper sticker. She knew the female had things to do and did not bother her though Trip was here to make herself a better wife for Ket. "Nevertheless, I have heard you have been a good kissling," she whispered, wrapping an arm around Josi's waist to tease her lower back where the back met the top of her bottom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 23:52:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><br>Josi purred at the kissing and closed her eyes at the nipping. She loved those simple things and smiled at her words. Being missed was something of affection and Josi was always very needy with affections. <br><br><strong>"Yes Mistress, I do. And thank you. I do try."</strong><br><br>She felt her arm wrapped around her waist teasing at the soft skin there. It made Josi sigh with a soft contentment and she squirmed a little at hte feeling of skin on skin contact. She had been wanting this for days now and the desire was only increasing the longer she was in her presence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 00:08:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite knew about Josi's own need for affection. Hell, there were a few people she had enamored but she had to watch herself. Even a few came around asking about Josi's comments and flirtations and it made Marguerite wonder why everyone seemed to come to her to explain Josi's actions. Her pet was hers to look after but if Josi did something of her own right, then it was fit to talk to Josi about it rather than to Marguerite. She could talk but how was she to know what went on inside in Josi's beautiful head?<br><br>Slowly, Marguerite removed the bounds off of Josi for Marguerite only had a limited amount of time. "Mmm, you are released from the bonds and I must be off, beautiful nina. I shall be back in a few hours. Do not get into too much trouble and also, no climax yet. I want to see how you are with Daddy Xana," she teased, kissing Josi's forehead as she pulled away. The BBQ was calling her and she had to make sure no one thought about flashing or starting up another fight.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 00:13:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as her Mistress had to go. She was glad for the release of the binding but she was more interested in the release of her loins. She watched as her Mistress left and she thought of Daddy Xana and what her Mistress had in mind for her. She nodded to her and moved to follow after her, in much need of a shower and fresh clothing. She knew tonight would be for the better even if she did not have her Mistress for now. <br><br>Josi was a flirt and overly so at that. But she knew it and she knew where the lines were with some of it. Frankly she didn't care what others thought about it. She was who she was and she was happy. She had fun and hoped some of the others did too, even if they did not understand her relationships, or her adoration and affections for her Mistress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 00:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trip gasped, whimpering as her bottom was hit each time, feeling Miss Marguerite nuzzling into her neck.&nbsp; She hung there knowing she would probaly be left as Mistress Marguerite left for the BBQ.&nbsp; She bowed her head breathing deeply in her arousal unable to tell if Josie was staring or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 20:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite arrived back having sent a few friends to feed and make sure Trip was comfortable in her bonds. She was not about to leave her hanging from the cross with nothing to do. "How are you lovely, Trip?," she questioned, a smile on her lips as she stretched this way and that. Felt good to stretch her muscles and be done with the BBQ. It had gotten a bit wild and she left before anything bad happened to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 20:18:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trip looked up from her bonds as she heard Miss Marguerite returning.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how long she had been left hanging but it was good to hear someone else again.&nbsp; She swallowed trying to find her voice watching Miss Marguerite stretching, something she herself couldn't do much of at the moment.&nbsp; "Very good Miss Marguerite." she said softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 23:30:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Anything happened while I was away?," she questioned as she settled herself on a chair and looked Trip from the side. She wondered how the female had faired being left on the cross. Oh, she had no done it on accident to leave her there; Marguerite wanted Trip to see how easily a submissive was left to deal with the inner workings when a Dom/me was away. She wanted to see how Trip managed to keep herself busy and if she was uncomfortable with being left tied in this manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 22:12:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slowly lifted her head to look at Marguerite as she hung there.&nbsp; She had been lost in her thoughts for some time.&nbsp; "Nothing Miss Marguerite.&nbsp; It was lonely.." she said softly as she looked at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 16:41:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You did not talk to those who came in to clean up the room?," she asked as she stroked her fingers along Trip's shoulder. Such a pretty female she was but it was time to practice and see just how far Trip wanted to know about her submissive nature. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 21:07:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed enjoying the feathery light touch of Marguerite on her shoulder and shaked her head.&nbsp; "No Miss Marguerite, I did not."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 03:02:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Were you afraid to talk or did you think they would snitch you out?," she questioned as she stroked Trip's neck though her nails were long enough to flick over the female's skin. Marguerite was known to sharpen and leave her nails to grow to the point she looked a bit demonish with her hands. Once or twice she used her nails on a person she disliked to show them she never would be on her knees for anyone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 17:59:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SHe gasped feeling those nails on her skin, shivering a bit.&nbsp; "B..both Miss Marguerite.." she said shiverign at the touch of those nails.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 18:17:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is good to hear," she anwered as she listened to Trip gasp at the nails. She looked at her right hand, glad for the polish she put on today. Marguerite might need a new color after this one because the red color on her nails in case she accidentally drew blood would be hard to distinguish what was blood from what was her sassy red nail. Smiling, she pulled away to grab a bowl of ice and a lit wax candle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 22:27:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trip hung there, behind her she could hear Marguerite rummaging around and picking up something.&nbsp; She couldn't turn to ook so bowed her head as she hung there waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:05:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Singing a little tune beneath her breath, Marguerite was ready to show Trip what she held but it was much too soon. Quickly, she placed it onto a serving tray where it should hold drinks instead held other implements. Smiling, she rolled the tray to face Trip's back, not about to let her see, just yet. "How do you feel about things, Trip?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:07:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hung there, once or twice trying to turn and see but there was no way for her to.&nbsp; She bite her lip to fihgt back an annoyed sound as she heard the tray being rolled behind her.&nbsp; It was times like these that she hated her natural curiousty.&nbsp; "About what things Miss Marguerite?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 04:47:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just ice and fire," she answered, not about to give it all away but not going to hide too much of it. If she was scared or uncomfortable, Trip knew to use the safeword with her. "Are you scared or afraid? I don't want you thinking you are held here against your will," she replied and she could have asked the help to release her if she wanted to but she stayed. A decision Marguerite wondered if was motivated by something deeper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 13:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head as she hung there.&nbsp; "No Miss Marguerite, it is just I am naturally curious so sometimes I like to know even if I shouldn't.&nbsp; It has got me in trouble before." She said softly as she hung there wondering what the fire and ice could be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 03:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling to hear how curiosity seemed to get Trip into trouble worked for Marguerite for she was known for that as well. "The same goes for me too, Trip," she replied, stroking and moving away Trip's hair from her back. Yes, she got herself into trouble because she posed questions or wanted to know why things were one way and not another. Hell, she knew she made a few frenemies around these lovely parts but for her, she lived her life and to get upset over someone not liking her would have ruined her self-esteem long before she made the choice to live her life in this manner. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 15:28:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed softly, smiling as she felt that hand on her back.&nbsp; She had many a dom too who couldn't stand all her questions, but then she always had a desire to know.&nbsp; She closed her eyes,waiting for whatever might come next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 18:45:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she stroked Trip's hair and managed to move it off of her shoulders, she went about setting the mood. Sessions were not just about smack, hit, thank you Mistress. No. Whoever said that was an idiot and needed to get a lesson in BDSM 101. If the environment scared a submissive/slave and made him or her uncomfortable that it was hard to get into the right state of mind, stop before one frightens or gives a bad taste in the submissive's mouth. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 22:02:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed softly enjoying the feel of being petted.&nbsp; She hung there, hearign things being moved around and set up.&nbsp; She closed her eyes allowing herself to be relaxed as she hung there.&nbsp; She was not sure what was being planned and set up for her but she knew that she trusted Marguerite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 21:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite reminded Trip to let her know if she felt uncomfortable. While it was natural for someone not to ask questions and to go off of body language, Marguerite was not stupid. Sometimes body language could not be enough to get the picture of a person. "Remember the safe word," she stated as she grabbed an ice cube and slowly pressed it to the back of her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 22:07:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded as she was reminded again.&nbsp; She knew how to be safe, this was not the first time she had been in this situation.&nbsp; All of a sudden the ice cube touched the back of her neck.&nbsp; She gasped a bit, arching her back at its frosty bite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 17:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				++++++++++++++Trip's Session Will Be Paused While Another Will Begin+++++++++++++
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 01:01:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa enters cautiously, looking around a bit as she does. She has been offered entrance, but her heart is pounding a bit from not knowing what to expect. Nevertheless, she is determined to press on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 03:21:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite yawned and stretching having forgotten someone had dropped by. "Very sorry, seems things are a bit busy," she answered a few minutes later to Tessa as she came out in a red, silk robe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 03:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa smiled broadly. "Hello, Miss Marguerite. Thank you for inviting me." She tried to stand naturally, but hesitated to do anything more until she knew whether she was supposed to wait for instructions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 03:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, she cocked her head to the side, "You are welcome but it seems that the hours are a bit late to do much, lovely Tessa. Why don't we talk a bit and see if we can try something at another time?," she questioned, knowing she had flittered about these past few weeks. While being a Mistress was a grand experience and something she would never give up, Marguerite had needed time to herself to deal with a few roadblocks in her life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 03:51:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa relaxed her body a bit more at the informality. She never knew what the expectation of a dominant were going to be, so she was always as cautious as possible going in. But if she was only expected to be herself for now, well, that she could do.<br><br>"Of course, Miss. I never expect play right away, though it's certainly welcome. What would you like to talk about, Miss Marguerite?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>leelan</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 23:10:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Nervously, Leelan peeked into the room and bit her lip glancing around.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 04:11:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The good little pet moves into her Mistress' room and finds her place on a pile of pillows, settling in there comfortably. Her jeans clung well to her curves as she curled her bare feet up under her. The dark blue tshirt fit well against her full bosom as she tugged at it a little pulling it into place. She pushed back her long soft locks and tugged them into a pony tail before settling back closing her eyes to wait.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 04:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she watched her kissling from the monitors. Marguerite knew what she was here for, knowing glomping someone on the head without permission usually ended up with a cut to the side. For Josi, she needed to learn that while glomping is fun, ask permission before doing so. A smile played on her lips as she stood up from the bank of monitors and headed out. It was time for Josi to earn her spankings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 05:05:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Josi took in a few deep breaths and was a little nervous about being her. It had been quite a while since she was in this room and had never really received full training as Miss Mar's pet. She sat back upright and looked around the room. Her ocean colored eyes scanning the various objects and then settling on the doorway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 05:19:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite had not seen much of Josi, in fact, she assumed Josi disappeared completely from her radar. It was only in quick sightings had she made sure the female was still alive and kicking. How could Marguerite train Josi when she was never around like before? Her wedges moved silently down the carpet, her fingers dragging against the walls. Her kohl-rimmed eyes, flickered at the paintings of different artists she collected for the past two years. Now to see Josi in the living room, she smirked, "Is that really Josi or just an illusion?," she said in a cutting remark, a smile playing on her lips. Josi had a lot to explain especially with her disappearing acts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 05:31:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing her Mistress appearing in the doorway caused her to tense up a little but feel a warmth at the same time. She remembered fondly the spankings from before and her face flushed with a little embarassment of that situation. Her soft lips parted as she ran the tip of her tongue over them wetting the dry surface. The pet knew she had been absent and hoped her Mistress understood. She&nbsp; sat up on her knees and then settled back against her heels when Miss Mar spoke. She lowered her head a little but raised her eyes to meet her Mistress.<br><br>"I am truly in the flesh, my Mistress."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 05:48:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A click of her tongue and she looked over Josi. A few things were different about her and she wondered how she faired. "Yes though it seems as if you have been lurking about here and there," she answered as she settled herself on the couch. Her eyes looked towards the lock before she patted a small spot on the couch. The two did not have much time together seeing Marguerite had to be somewhere else in the next hour. "Tell me what has been on your mind Josi."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 06:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Josi hurried over to settle in next to Miss Mar. She leaned over closer and laid her head on her lap. Josi was a little sleepy and being in the comforts of her Mistress she was all the more relaxed now. She smiled up to her and nodded a little. <br><br>"yes I have been lurking a little. I've been a bit busy with life in general."<br><br>She let her fingers run along her arm as she lay against the female and bite at her lower lip.<br><br>"I'm sorry I've been absent. I guess a few people are upset with my absence. I was just really sick for a bit and then moved and things were just upside down and are still settling."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 04:09:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eden wanders in, rubbing absently at her still stinging hand, wondering where Mar might be. "How can a room bite, anyway," she muttered, glancing around to make sure she hadn't walked into Greenthorn's VORE room by mistake.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 04:13:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It has been known to elicit a few groans and grunt of pain, Eden," Marguerite called out as she shuffled about in the room though all would be revealed later on. She left her room, ready to see to the stinging and rebellious Eden. It seemed Eden was becoming a bit wild and needed to learn not to try her patience. She may be one to have fun with other people but fuck with her inner workings or try to call her a name which she would never be called by and there were problems. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 04:22:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eden smiled at Mar, tilting her head as she let her gaze wander over the other woman, enjoying the sight. "Only a few? I'm surprised." She let go of her stinging hand and clenched it by her side before she slinked towards Mar.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 04:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing, she cocked her head to her side and held the riding crop in her hand. "Mmm, a few for each person who comes along which is a lot, Eden," she replied as she smiled and crooked a finger toward the slinking Eden. Time to show her the enjoyable aspects to lay down for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 04:35:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eden smirks at the crooked finger, her tongue peeking between her teeth in a flash of pink. She did enjoy pushing the lovely domme. "Yes, Mar? You wanted something...?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 04:38:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smile on her lips appeared to be even wider as she chuckled and shook her head in amusement. "You are not deaf nor are you going to be anytime in the next few minutes, Eden. Come over here before you earn yourself an hour in the stocks."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 04:48:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eden shrugged and complied, coming up to Mar and looking innocent. "Not deaf, no," she murmurs and runs her fingers over Mar's waist. "Just not good at following orders." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 04:52:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The riding crop came down on Eden's hand, not about to let her think she had the right to touch her. "Oh then you are going to hate mine but I bet if you did not want to come around me you never would have come to the room," she teased, leaning in to caress Eden's cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 05:03:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eden jumped and jerked her hand back with a gasp. Her eyes narrowed but she smiled again, nuzzling the hand that cupped her cheek. "I can't resist you. You are too much fun." Knowing what she'd get, Eden reached out to touch Mar again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 05:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh yes, she was someone who could give her a lot of feedback during the session. A beautiful one indeed but she had to be cautious with this one. Just like a deer, she could scamper off to never be heard of for a time. "Never resist me, Eden, you will obtain a headache for it, if you do," she teased, leaning down to shake her head and smack Eden's wandering hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 05:25:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bites her lip on another gasp, retracting her hand slower than before. She flexes it and lifts her eyebrows at Mar. "Was that an order, Mar?" A wild, excited daring curved Eden's lips into a grin and her eyes glinted in glee.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 05:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Miss Mar to you, Eden," she corrected as she smacked Eden's other hand once more. She was not about to let this female think she could disrespect her in the BDSM room. "Miss Mar."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:27:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I followed the Margue in, blushing somewhat from a smack on my tush.&nbsp; Her hand...&nbsp; made me excited at the same time it sort of made me feel weak.&nbsp; And I knew that in a place like this... most anything could be done to me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:32:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite smiled as she walked ahead of Triangle, her hips swinging to and fro as her mind ran with what would happen to Triangle. He needed a lesson and she planned to make him pay in her own special way. Time to take him to the special ballet room where she ordered him as before to put himself at the dancing bar. She wanted him to lean against the bar and stare into the mirrors placed around and hold his bottom out towards her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:36:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*My hands gripped the bar.&nbsp; I felt strange, looking at an infinate number of copies of myself.&nbsp; Looking into the mirror, I could see myself from every angle.&nbsp; Holding onto the bar, leaning with my ass pushed out and ready...&nbsp; I looked kind of helpless.&nbsp; More importantly, I could see the Margue from every angle, could sense gears turning in her mind.&nbsp; I was excited...&nbsp; very excited.&nbsp; And a little afraid.&nbsp; I did not speak.&nbsp; Not just yet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:41:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly, she walked around the room, watching not only the reflections of herself but eyeing him in every mirror placed in the room. She wanted to see every angle of him including his bottom which held a bit of red from her earlier spankings. Smiling, she knew his ass would be red for the rest of the night if things went well. Just as slowly as she walked around the room, she walked towards a chest placed in one corner of the room. Inside the chest held a stick used to pound against the hardwood floor to make the dancers keep to their exercises. This stick had now been filed down to be thinner but studier when it came to being used but it was not to be used to hit the floor over and over. No. It was to be used to smack and give a nice crack to Triangle's bottom. "Tell me, have you ever danced before?," she asked in a whisper as she held the twelve inch long bamboo stick in her hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:46:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*I flinched, but kept both my feet on the ground from the first smack.&nbsp; It was tricky...&nbsp; but the endorphins were already starting to flow.&nbsp; "No Margue...&nbsp; I am not a dancer."&nbsp; I said, as I held on to the bar, trying great difficulty to keep my pulled down boxer shorts from falling off completely and revealing my length, already pretty hard just from being in the same room as the Margue, following her orders.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:53:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here is a bit of dancer movie trivia. Have you ever seen Fame? No, I bet you have not but there is a scene of the ballet instructor hitting the ground over and over with a thick stick. Thick enough to crack someone's skull if she was mad enough. This is what the ballet room is all about, Triangle. To experience punishment for the work a dancer has made to break and rebuild their body for the audience. I will punish you hear and you will leave this place a new male." With her words, the stick came back down on his ass. Oh, his ass responded well as she watched the blood flow beneath the surface of his bottom. Even from her perch to the side of him, she could see his torrid length and a smile played on her lips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 04:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*I gritted my teeth at that second smack, and my foot moved just a few inches, while my grip on the bar tightened.&nbsp; It excited me, quite a lot...&nbsp; My pale, thin body was tensing up, while my grown out blond hair was already starting to get sweat mixed in with it.&nbsp; In my condition, the Margue could easily see my shaved legs, see how girly they were.&nbsp; Aside from hints of muscle, my entire body was fairly femmine, with prominent hip bones and&nbsp; a tiny and flat tummy.&nbsp; "I lied when I told you I haven't danced before...&nbsp; I knew a dancer once, we danced the salsa together.&nbsp; She took me by the hand and taught me the steps.&nbsp; We were in the center of the dance floor... everybody watched as we danced together."&nbsp; I said, blushing bright red that I'd forgotten to mention such a vivid memory.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 04:17:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her what she wanted. Marguerite enjoyed to see the tension, the release, the agony, the pain, pleasure, every bit of emotion in his body language and words. Her eyes and the mirrors in the room caught his foot moving a few inches and the grip on his bar. Leaning forward, she let the tips of her fingernails scratch over the smooth skin of his legs. She enjoyed a male who shaved and kept himself trimmed. What she hated was those who purposely did not take care of themselves. From what she saw of Triangle, he made sure he was riped for the spanking. "Did you enjoy being looked upon by the crowds?," she asked as she let the swing of the cane come back towards his ass. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 04:24:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I did..."&nbsp; I whispered, gripping the bar a lot harder as my shorts fell off, revealing a rather impressive hardening manhood.&nbsp; I blushed some more, squirming from the bruises on my ass while I brought my feet together, and let my boxers fall to the floor, sweeping them away with my foot.&nbsp; I blushed and wondered if this was what the Margue wanted, knowing that with my t shirt on I still wasn't completely exposed.&nbsp; "I liked the way they were all looking at me... jealous, wanting to be me.&nbsp; I was wearing a black tuxedo and a bow tie, along with a pair of fancy shoes I had borrowed from my father."&nbsp; I said, not sure whether I was anticipating or dreading the next spanking.&nbsp; The beatings were making my blood flow faster, causing my breath to come harder.&nbsp; I was begining to become dizzy, seeing every little reaction I made, seeing myself in such a personal way.&nbsp; It was like being immersed in water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 04:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes followed the fact his boxers came off and exposed every bit of his lower half. In the mirror, she could see his cock growing hard and she was impressed. The man could drill a hole into the side of a door if he really put his mind to it. However, she wanted his ass and wanted him to see a good spanking was great for the dancer's sole. "I bet you looked handsome but also worked hard to be prepared. No matter how a man dresses himself, if he is not prepared, he needs to sit the dance out," she mused as the cane came back to his ass. She waited a few minutes before giving him three smacks of the cane. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 04:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shut my eyes tightly.&nbsp; Each smack seemed to reverberate through my entire being.&nbsp; With the first one, I stumbled a bit, and spread my legs to be more stable.&nbsp; With the seccond one, I grew completely hard, starting to become incredibly aroused from this treatment.&nbsp; The third strike connected, and I eeped, letting out a little shriek as the cane came down against me, starting to make me feel simply dreamy as the pain played little games inside me, and my tongue hung out of my mouth a little bit, lust and submission filling my body.&nbsp; "Yes Maurg...&nbsp; need...&nbsp; to be prepared."&nbsp; I said, my tone making it clear that I was loving every moment of being Maurg's bitch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:09:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Make sure you are limber and ready to take on anything. I do mean anything," she answered as she swung the cane again. The mark of the cane showed up on his skin, the indentation showing her his skin was supple and firm enough to show where the cane it him. To see the marks and hear his words confirmed he could be vocal in everything. Already she saw him become vocal around here and to see him back in the community amused and elated her. "You need to be taught to take pain and pleasure," she said beneath her breath as she went lower to hit him where his ass met this thighs to make sure she hit every side of his ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:15:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I squeaked again when Mistress Maurg hit me...&nbsp; I wanted to shy away from the cane, but that would only make her hit harder.&nbsp; I opened my eyes, and looked at myself bowing down, saw how unbelievably hard my cock was.&nbsp; My ass was red and burning, but when Mistress hit me lower, I just let out a moan of something&nbsp; that sounded like pleasure.&nbsp; My ass was completely red, as if it had been painted, and I didn't dare let go of the bar in the slightest.&nbsp; I stretched my body a little bit, trying to relax and be able to take anything Mistress could dish out.&nbsp; "Yes Maurg... anything..."&nbsp; I sighed, my body already treading a fine line between tense and relaxed, between pain and pleasure.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:28:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was right. Move away and get even longer and faster hits. Sometimes she wanted someone to flail on purpose but she wanted Triangle to let his body go with the flow of the cane. As she eyed his red bottom, she continued to hit him in the meat between ass and thigh. He needed to see just how far he could be taken. "Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch the glaze in your eyes and see your cheeks red from how hot and confused you are. You do not know whether to fight or give in even further," she explained as she swung her arms to give his ass another hit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:38:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"mmmggghhr!"&nbsp; I moaned as Mistress hit me, knowing my body couldn't tense up to much, or the pain would be even worse.&nbsp; I stared at my unfocused eyes, growing even more red and humiliated as each strike blew my thoughts right out of the water.&nbsp; The bar was slippery and covered in sweat...&nbsp; hot like everything around me.&nbsp; My ears were burning, my cock was burning...&nbsp; Though my feet were strangely frozen, even as they became slippery with sweat against the hardwood floor.&nbsp; As the cane came down again, I leaned into the hit, letting my entire body move as I swayed my butt alluringly, barking or moaning incoherently with each amazing strike.&nbsp; My tongue rolled out like a dog's, and I began to drool on the floor, barely able to keep from squirming with all the arousal and pain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:54:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the last swing of her cane, she stepped back from him. The gleam of sweat off of his body, the trembling in his muscles and the fire engine red of his ass brought a smile to her face. Putting the cane down to smack against the hardwood floor, she stood back to see the rest of her 'masterpiece'. He was a work of art to be revered and to see him broken and molded once more put a smile on her damn face. "Beyond here lies nothing but in here you belong to me, Triangle. Wiggle your ass if you understand," she asked as she walked forward to pinch the skin of his ass between her thumb and forefinger. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I held onto the bar like it was the only thing keeping me from flying away.&nbsp; I could see just how red my ass was.&nbsp; It scared me, but it also thrilled me.&nbsp; I had gone into Her lair, to forget myself entirely.&nbsp; To become her puppet.&nbsp; I NEEDED to give myself.&nbsp; Every inch of me belonged to that stunning woman with the cane.&nbsp; She could do whatever She wished with me.&nbsp; And then, I knew that being struck with the cane wasn't a punishment, but a reward.&nbsp; Letting Her do whatever She wanted to me was bliss...&nbsp; I did not at all hesitate.&nbsp; I wiggled my ass for her, trying to be as flirty and alluring as I could, a smile coming just as quickly as a blush when she pinched my ass.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This male belonged to her without a question of a doubt. Whenever she saw him around the community, all she had to do was smile and remember how it felt to throw her strength into the cane as it came across his ass. Just the way her arms, tingling and burning gave her a great indication of how much she put herself into this session. Smiling, she continued to fondle and grope his ass with one hand before she reached up with her other empty hand to grab a handful of his blond, long tresses. With a quick tug, she pulled on his hair and chuckled into his ear. "You will never forget this moment for it will be burned into your memories just like your ass is burning now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:19:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I loved having my ass groped and kneaded, even as it sent little shivers of pain through my body.&nbsp; It was enough just to be touched... the wonderful high going through me.&nbsp; I felt humiliated and powerless as Mistress pulled my hair, the pain in my ass giving me a perverse and wonderful pleasure.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I will never forget, Mistress!"&nbsp; I gasped, embarrassed at my arousal, unable to keep my eyes closed.&nbsp; I kept on watching and looking, seeing my pathetic state, and it made me even more excited, as the pain in my ass simply burned over any other concern I could possibly think about.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is a good little pet," she whispered against his shoulder before she bit down on his shoulder. Not enough to break the skin but enough to warn him of how easily she could mark him if she truly wanted to go through the trouble. Another pinch of his ass and another tug of his hair and she released him. Just like that, she stepped back, grabbed a hankerchief from between the valley of her breasts to wipe down the sweat she acquired from his back. Orders went for him to get on his hands and knees, crawl over to her and kiss her shoe. "Thank me for what I have done and be ready whenever I call for you next time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:38:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I squeaked and moaned a little bit more when She bit my shoulder.&nbsp; I wanted it... deeply deeply wanted it.&nbsp; I felt perfect as She wiped me down, loving every bit of touching.&nbsp; I was on my hands and knees quite quickly, my ass burning, and my shoulder tingling.&nbsp; "Thank you very very much Mistress Maurg."&nbsp; I said sincerely, leaning down and kissing her shoe.&nbsp; Blushing, I decided to go a step further, and lick the sole of her shoe from the side, just to show how dirty of a boy I really was.&nbsp; "Thank you so very much!"&nbsp; I said, bowing nude and exposed on hands and knees.&nbsp; "I will bow to you whenever you call."&nbsp; I said, placing my cheek against the ground, all of me burning intensely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:43:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Such a dirty boy and the perfect dirty boy for her. Already she had plans for him in the future but for now, she wanted him to think on this moment for the next few days. Of course she would be around, teasing and taunting him with what she had done to him tonight. He would make a great boot licker from the way he cleaned the side of her shoe with his tongue. "Stay in this position for the next ten minutes and start it once I leave this room. After ten minutes, get up, get dressed and exit," she explained as she leaned forward to smack his ass one last time with her bare hand before she stood up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I simply nodded slowly, smiling slightly.&nbsp; It would have been a really comfortable position if it wasn't for the burning in my ass.&nbsp; Even the burning felt really really good though.&nbsp; &nbsp;I took deep breaths, relaxing against the ground.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:55:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, she turned and walked away, never once looking back. It was not until she got to the door and turned the knob did she speak to him. "Do not put an ice pack on your ass and you are to let it heal on its own. I find out you put an ice pack or anything to keep the burning sensation down, you will get a spanking to make you not sit down for a week." With that, she opened the door and left without a word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakota</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:16:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pads in, looking around, his amber eyes alight, with a light sway of his hips and tail he makes his way to his Mistress' chair and lightly kneels at her feet his, neck exposed, revealing his collar, ready to be leashed, his wrists crossed in submission should she choose to bind them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:22:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite glanced down at her kitten, her own eyes colored by a new set of contacts. She wanted to see how the change of appearance would look but even now she wore a different colored wig. Costumes were always a favorite of hers and to implement it into her sessions aided her more than one could even think. Standing up from her seat, she left her kitten in the submissive position he held whenever he greeted her. Today would be different. Time for her kitten to be given the few steps needed before throwing himself into being trained. Already she had a chance to train him in a bit of pegging but now it was time to see how he would handle a bit of spanking. "Hands and knees, kitten, slowly, come to me with your tail ramrod straight," she ordered as she cracked a riding crop to the open palm of her hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakota</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:27:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her voice always so sweet to his ears commanded and he obeyed without question, lowering to his hands his tail lanced out behind like like a tapered spear, <br>slow but not two slowly he made his way to her as she had ordered.<br>Stopping just in front of her, his head held high, eyes lowered in respect.<br>"As you have ordered I have come my Mistress."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:39:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched as he came to her feet, her riding crop smacking every few seconds against her open palm. Her endorphins were having a great time at this and once he made it to stopping in front of her with his head held high, she turned the crop on him. Placing the crop beneath his chin, she made the motion to turn his head to look her in the eyes. She wanted her kitten to see her once she informed him of what was to happen to him today. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakota</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:43:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up into her eyes, his ears perked, listening out for what she had to say, no matter what he would obey her without question, he was hers to do with as she pleased, and his main desire was to please her as best he can.<br>"What would you have of your pet my Mistress," he murmured softly, gazing deep into her lens covered eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just like she had done before, she padded away, informing her kitten to walk after all. She made plans to have him strapped down for a spanking session. Marguerite wanted to redden her kitten's bottom before she went further. Already she had a favorite toy to use on him to get him used to being stretched. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dakota</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 22:00:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He got to his feet and followed close behind his Mistress, being careful not to draw level or overtake her for neither was fitting for a pet unless ordered so.<br>As he followed he ordered the room itself taking in all there was to see, his eyes were alight with anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:19:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He peeks in to inquire about an appointment.<br><br>"Hello?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A female in a latex dog outfit comes out of one room, knowing it is best to greet the newcomers before the Mistress. "Yes? May I help you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He eyes the woman with an amused smile before answering her.<br><br>"I'm here to make an appointment with Miss Marg."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:29:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glances around and nods. "We have one for tomorrow but it is touch and go. Miss Marguerite is a tad busy but we can always try," she commented as she made her way and stopped as a moan slipped past her lips. It seemed Miss Mar had placed a vibrator inside of the female and had the wireless remote a few rooms away, playing and amusing herself with the settings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:35:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded with understanding.&nbsp; "That will be fine.&nbsp; I am free all day tomorrow, so barring anything unforeseen, I will be here."<br><br>The moan brought another smile to his lips as he observed the girl's movements.&nbsp; "Is...there anything else I need to do?"&nbsp; He asked, moving a little closer to her.&nbsp; "Or am I good to go for now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:38:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Licking her lips, she glanced him over, "I believe so unless you are one to relieve a female of her...pain and pleasure." Shaking a bit to feel the vibrator pushed to the number 10 on the scale of 1 to 10 vibration, she gripped the wall to keep herself upright. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:44:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave another nod.&nbsp; "Then I will leave you to your own...devices..."&nbsp; The man said, one last smirk appearing on his lips before he slipped out of the Bordello.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:54:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gritting her teeth, she waited until he slipped out before she fell to her hands and knees. From there, she let it take control as a fierce cry tore from her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 20:11:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A knock sounded on the door as the man entered again the next day.&nbsp; He seemed a little less open than he had the day before, but that may be because what he'd come for was actually going take place rather soon.&nbsp; He couldn't say that he wasn't a little apprehensive about the whole idea, but he'd been curious about it in more than one way.<br><br>"Hello?&nbsp; I have an appointment."&nbsp; His voice sounded through the room with a little less amusement than the day prior.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 20:35:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I heard and welcome. Sit over there by the couch, please," Marguerite announced as she came out of a room, the sound of a mewling kitten shut out once the door clicked itself locked. She had on a pair of latex gloves and was removing one carefully while glancing over to Ryven. Marguerite had been busy with another client on working through the art of pegging. He was a vocal client and asked to have the soundproof room but she kept a microphone in her ear to inform her of anyone coming and going into her place. This one had an appointment for a session of spanking, perhaps even more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 20:40:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryven eyed the gloves with a raised eyebrow before clearing his throat.&nbsp; He shifted on his feet, the loose denim shifting with him on his legs.&nbsp; He moved forward toward the couch with a gulp in his throat as he knew of what he was about to get into or at least a part of it.&nbsp; Ryven sat down, gazing around at the decor with hands placed on either knee while waiting for Marguerite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 20:46:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a snap, she removed the second pair of the latex gloves from her hand. She needed to wash her hands first but she opted to let Ryven know he was in for an interesting afternoon. Walking towards the sink in the kitchen area of the place, she went about washing and disinfecting herself even though she had on sterile gloves. One never knew about germs and she had no intentions to infect any of her clients.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 20:52:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes, a deep forest green, moved around the place until they settled on the woman washing her hands.&nbsp; The gesture, however small or simple, seemed to comfort the man just a bit though the looming feeling of what he would be subject to was still felt quite heavily in his chest.&nbsp; His heartbeat was just a tad above par because of that feeling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 01:07:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tell me a bit about yourself and what is your safeword, Ryven," she called out as she dried her hands and washed them a second time. One never knew when it could catch something for not taking the extra precaution. For herself, she did not want any of her clients to fall ill or worse die on her because she was careless in her performance and hygiene.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 01:25:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled nervously, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his head.&nbsp; "God...I'm not good at this kinda thing.&nbsp; Umm...I've never actually had a safeword before, but...uhh...I guess 'halo' could work?"&nbsp; Ryven said nervously.<br><br>"As far as myself...well...I'm out of work until next week from my job at the university I work at...umm...though I also work with a friend on the side as well.&nbsp; Cleaning houses."&nbsp; He said with a smile, rubbing his hands together in a fidgety manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 01:30:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was an interesting thing to see Ryven nervous and to the point of almost stuttering. Most of the time, he looked calm and handing out muffins in a joking manner. Now she wondered what laid beneath the masks worn around here and see the heart of this male. Who knows, with the spanking good time had today there could be the possibility of making off with a bag of muffins. "Halo sounds good unless I put on music and the Beyonce songs comes on," she answered as she dried her hands and made her way to the couch. "Aye, the universities around here are closed until Monday afternoon, such a shame with all of these budget cuts," she commented, settling herself on the couch and crossing her legs to look at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 01:45:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man was, indeed, quite nervous for more than one reason.&nbsp; He guessed it was different than just a friendly social exchange where everything could be perhaps taken in a joking manner, but here, it seemed a bit more intimate, especially without the comfort of a character to act out from.<br><br>"Heh...I don't listen to much of the mainstream music anymore."&nbsp; He said in reply as he was unfamiliar with almost all of Beyonce's music.&nbsp; His eyes once more gazed upon the woman as she moved closer toward him to sit down on the couch next to him.&nbsp; "Yeah.&nbsp; I'm lucky that they only had a 10% budget cut here.&nbsp; They didn't have to cut too many classes."&nbsp; Ryven spoke, looking over to meet Marguerite's eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 01:54:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her own character was of herself give or take playing it out in other areas of her life. See Marguerite here was just about the same as seeing her in real life, give or take how long the riding crop in her hand was or the color of her corset. The only difference was Marguerite could easily fool those around her with the way she talked into thinking she was either a dirty comedian or an oracle trapped in a student's body. Either way, she managed to surprise those who met her and even please a few into coming back for more.<br><br>Honestly, Marguerite could say she was picky about the type of music she listened to; she could like one song from a band but not the whole album or even future records. She remembered she had two songs on her iPod from a band she only liked because of those two songs but hated to hear acoustically or at a concern. Maybe that was why she never attended concerts and for the fact she rather spend her time training and keeping clients in check.&nbsp; "Such a shame it was more here which means to put more sweat and cries of pleasure into this place to relax and unwind," she replied, smiling at him before she leaned to grab the notebook from the coffee table to begin the preliminary of what would happen in their session.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 02:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was perhaps the most pressing reason for why he was nervous.&nbsp; There was nothing for him to hide behind here, no character nor picture.&nbsp; Nothing but himself in ethereal form.&nbsp; He shifted on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest for the moment while he looked over at the woman.&nbsp; Ryven gave a half smile.&nbsp; "Well, at least you have something to fall back on."&nbsp; He said with a bit more amusement.<br><br>His eyes followed Marguerite's movements as she took the notebook in hand.&nbsp; He raised a dark blond eyebrow upon seeing it, but said nothing for the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 02:37:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The notebook is only to list down your kinks and what you are looking for plus what you are not in a session. I know there are some who are into various items and want to incorporate and others who want to be surprised," she answered, smiling at him as she clicked her pen to write down his first initial and underline it. There were many things Marguerite could fall back on but for now, she let herself see what could be made of the time spent between Ryven and herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 02:49:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryven smiled while nodding his understanding.&nbsp; He felt a bit more comfortable now as the situation was growing on him.&nbsp; "Well...I think I'll just stick with the spanking for the time being."&nbsp; He said while uncrossing his arms and leaning forward a bit, his head turned to the side to look at the woman with her pen and paper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 03:04:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smirking, she placed the notebook down and put the pen back into her nest of curly hair. She liked to put her pens and pencils away in her hair knowing she could easily hide it and bring it out when the time was needed to sign something. Besides, it helped to keep her curls intact by using them as chopsticks or twine her hair around into a messy bun. Today, she had it back in a chignon but a few pieces fell out to frame her oval-shaped face. "Then come along and see just what I have in store. You can start by removing your pants and do you go commando?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 03:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched as she closed the notebook and hid the pen in her curls, becoming a little more tense as the time drew closer.&nbsp; Ryven admired the tightly curled bun on the back of her head though the question struck him a little off guard.&nbsp; He should have been prepared for it though given what they were about to do.&nbsp; "Um...alright.&nbsp; I don't often go commando though.&nbsp; I usually wear some kind of underwear, and more often than not it's a jockstrap."&nbsp; He chuckled nervously again.&nbsp; "If you haven't found out already, I have a thing for them..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 04:24:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Men and underwear was a fascinating conversation to have over who wore what and for what reasons. For her, she enjoyed a man in boxer briefs to get the best of both worlds. However, men in jockstraps was amazingly delicious in her opinion. "Then you are a boxer brief kind of male?," she asked as stretched. She made a motion for her fingers for him to drop trou and show her what she was about to be working with tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 05:00:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fascinating, indeed.&nbsp; He'd only just found out recently how into it he was.&nbsp; Why when he stumbled upon the various sites of men scantily clad in the skimpy white straps that seemed to do it for him, it turned on much like a light switch.&nbsp; "I am, on occasion."&nbsp; He said, another small laugh under his breath.<br><br>When Marguerite gestured, Ryven was not immediately sure when she meant, but soon, he got the meaning, shifting nervously.&nbsp; "Uhh..."&nbsp; He uttered, but soon moved his hands to the leather belt around his waist.&nbsp; He pulled the end through the metal buckle before pulling the metal clasp free and then pulling it through the buckle fully.&nbsp; The man glanced up to see the woman watching him, a small smirk creeping to the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; The button of his jeans came next, coming undone easily followed by the slight sound of his zipper moving toward the floor.&nbsp; He pushed downward on the denim, letting it slip past his hips, and from there, gravity took over, taking the blue garment to crumple at his ankles.&nbsp; Ryven was left with his legs and groin exposed with, as he said, a plain white jockstrap to cover him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 05:30:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling, she had envisioned him in a jock strap and to see it on him, she whistled and winked. "Very nice, pose for me," she ordered as she settled herself back on the leather couch. Why not start their spanking session right here on the leather couch. There were no clients coming in for the night and the placed was locked down tight to make sure no hooligans came around to deface her place. Her eyes looked him over while a smile played on her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 05:42:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The chuckle made him smile nervously, funny enough as he reached up to rub the back of his head with one hand.&nbsp; Once the order was given, he thought for a moment.&nbsp; He'd never posed before, let alone in his underwear, so he turned toward Marguerite who was now sitting upon a leather couch.&nbsp; Ryven curled his arms up into the stereotypical flex of his arms, the shirt he was wearing riding up a bit to reveal a small bit of his abdomen as well as making the jockstrap appear in plain view.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 06:01:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shy are we?," she asked, smiling as she crossed her legs and watched him. Hell, he was a naughty boy and he was going to get it in the next few minutes but why not add to the embarrassment of it with a pose for her? Nodding, she snapped her fingers and pointed to her lap. "Lay over my lap and do not fret about putting your weight, I can handle it, Ryven."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 06:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This is a far cry from how shy I used to be."&nbsp; He said, holding the pose.&nbsp; The man had never been on display like this.&nbsp; It was new, and not all together unpleasant...just...different.&nbsp; Only when Marguerite pointed to her lap did he relax a bit, letting his arms fall back to his sides.&nbsp; Ryven stepped out of his crumpled jeans before slowly walking over to her.&nbsp; He looked down into her eyes with a weak smile while hesitating though only for a moment.&nbsp; He slowly bent down, placing his hands on the cold leather on the other side of her before he climbed into position over her lap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 06:27:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Displays is what Marguerite was all about whether it was displaying how affectionate she was with those who were close friends of hers or how she adored her lifestyle as a Domme. Nothing was ever taken as a sad excuse in her life. While there were moments of unhappiness, there was always the joy of living. Hell, she wished she knew the author of Joy of Sex to be even more prepared on how life should be lived sexually but she was doing quite fine on her own experimentation. Marguerite merely scooted to widen the spread of her thighs to even out the weight distribution and get a good feel of where to grab on and where to hit him where it would surely count. "Nice ass, Ryven. Work out daily?," she questioned as a hand came down to caress and palm the globes of his ass in her hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 06:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft grunt emanated from his throat at the shifting of her thighs below him.&nbsp; He pressed his forearms down against the couch below him for a bit of balance for himself, looking over his shoulder at Marguerite upon receiving the compliment.&nbsp; "Thanks, but...I'm actually trying to lose weight.&nbsp; Not sure how well it's working so far."&nbsp; He said in a markedly less loud voice.&nbsp; As he turned back to stare at the leather below, his eyes widened a bit at the touch to his ass.&nbsp; He swallowed silently, saying nothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 06:44:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Meat on a man is not a bad thing but it can hinder movement or flexibility if he is not careful," she mused as she massaged and fondled his behind. Yes, his ass was pliant and able to take what she was about to give him. It may only be her hand but she had her nails filed and prepped to drag down his pink skin once she got a few whacks in. Licking her lips, she kissed the palm of her hand, brought it away but not before warning Ryven not to bite his tongue and it came down. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 15:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I'm hardly at that point.&nbsp; I'm actually quite flexible..."&nbsp; He said, the chatter between them taking his mind off the fact that she was currently caressing his bare rear.&nbsp; His tongue slipped out to lick over his dry lips.&nbsp; Luckily, Marguerite gave her warning about his tongue which he quickly slipped back into his mouth.&nbsp; He felt the hand leave his bottom, his eyes closing as he knew what perhaps might be coming next, and just as he thought, the first impact came, bringing a small grunt from him a a bit of pain in his rear which passed quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dreamer</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 22:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew opened the door and stepped inside. He held the door open as he took in the empty room.<br>"Hello?" He called as he peered around a corner into a corridor, that was just off-center of the door, while still trying to hold the door open. "Hello? I was just looking to make an appointment... maybe?"<br>Standing at five foot seven, Andrew couldn't see properly down the corridor 'and' hold the door open as well, so he let go of the door and cautiously moved deeper into the room. "I can come back another time if it's... you know, inconvenient or something!" He called down the corridor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:04:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryven walks in, shirt half unbuttoned.&nbsp; His jeans ride low on his hips with the pearly white fabric of his jockstrap peeking over the top.&nbsp; They are a faded blue with holes rubbed into it near the knees.&nbsp; His feet are covered in black, shiny leather boots.&nbsp; The only other thing on his body is a small black chain around his neck with a silver ring hanging from it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite kept herself entertained in the library perusing through the new books she ordered a few weeks before. She glanced up from her page to listen to the tell-tale bell inform her a new client has entered into the establishment. Dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans, red and black t-shirt along with her bikini underwear and demi-bra, she headed off to see the invited guest. Tonight, she went barefooted knowing it felt nice to feel the carpet tickle the spaces between her toes. "Well, well, welcome back, Ryven," she whispered as she noticed the way he was dressed, her eyes zoning in on the jockstrap. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:13:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smirked with a slightly mischievous glint in his eye.&nbsp; "Good to be back.&nbsp; I'm sorry we never finished our previous appointment, but Maybe I can make up for it now."&nbsp; His eyes traced over her form, noting the more casual look of the garments she wore and the way they contrasted with the previous outfit the woman wore.&nbsp; She may not have been his desired package, but the man couldn't help but admire the wrapping at least.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:21:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, how do you plan to do that?," she questioned, moving over to settle on the leather couch. Same leather couch where she administered his spankings. Such sweet memories, she thought. Her own eyes glanced him over, inside knowing it was a slight shame she was not born a male or at least had a male twin counterpart who could enjoy Ryven thoroughly. Aye, well, such things were left to fantasy and maybe a few erotic stories. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:25:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His arms crossed over his chest which hiked his shirt just that much higher to reveal a bit of skin between his jeans and the bottom hem of his shirt and, of course, the white band of the jockstrap peeking over the buttoned front of his jeans.&nbsp; "Oh, I thought maybe I would do a little dance for you..."&nbsp; He said, his voice a little soft and perhaps more than a touch apologetic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes took in the revealing of the bit of skin between his jeans and bottom hem of shirt. For her, any part of naked skin was hers to be given allowance to look over. She saw the white band and smile, enjoying men more and more in jockstraps. Before, not so much but once Ryven came around with his jockstrap loving thread, well, her enjoyment was piqued. "A little dance for moi? Plan to kick your legs in the air and do the can-can?," she teased, licking her lips as she leaned back in the couch. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:42:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her eyes upon him, the intense gaze of her making him just a slight bit shy, but he simply took a deep breath and moved forward toward the woman.&nbsp; "Not quite.&nbsp; What I had in mind involved us being just a little bit closer..."&nbsp; He spoke softly, approaching just in front of her.&nbsp; His hands fell to his sides, and as if a silent song began to play, giving him a beat to move to, his hips began to move from side to side.&nbsp; Slowly at first, but soon they picked up a moderate pace.<br><br>His hands came up to rub slowly upward along his shirt, dragging it just that much more up to reveal the lower portion of his abdomen before it fell free again.&nbsp; A small peek to tease his audience with more to come.&nbsp; His fingers darted toward the first button of his shirt which was not already undone, and they slowly began to make short work of unfastening it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 05:28:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>A little bit closer.</em> She was curious to know what he meant by it even if she knew what type of dance he was to perform for her. A man dressed like this tonight was not about to do the country ho-down. Well, he might throw a whore down once or twice but she was a Madame, not a whore. Whores wanted to be paid for their services but Madame's demanded it whether or not sexual service was performed. Here, she was not about to pay for a peep show of Ryven. Nope, he was paying her with it. Right now, she clicked her tongue to let him know she enjoyed this show as she placed her hands behind her head to better take in the performance. "Oh, look, I have dollar bills in my back pocket," she teased, winking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 05:34:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes rested on her and his expression softened a bit as the button was pulled loose leaving only two remaining to hold his shirt closed.&nbsp; The V created by the parting sides of the shirt showed off a portion of his pale chest.&nbsp; He was clearly not one to lay out in the sun, and he cared not for a tan.&nbsp; Ryven didn't care for any payment, and as far as he was concerned, he was the one in her debt at the moment.&nbsp; He turned around slowly, bending slightly to bring his rear a bit closer to her as he moved his hips.&nbsp; "If you wait a little longer, you'll have somewhere to put them..."&nbsp; He turned to look over his shoulder with a wink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 05:46:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mmm, he truly was a guero. The man was pale but she adored that in gueros from the look of their skin against her own. Just the look and feel of gueros against her caramel skin was a joy to behold. Still, such a shame she would not get a chance to see it against her own in bed but she enjoyed the dance nonetheless. Best to enjoy the slice of cake than fret over not getting the whole of it. Licking her lips, she smiled up at Ryven and nodded at his words. "Oh, I plan to and hopefully you will have earned those dollar bills, chico," she teased as she let eyes glance back to the V of his shirt. Mmm, delicious specimen before her and her fingers twitched to grab.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 05:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While he shook his rear for her entertainment, he made short work of the last two buttons of the shirt, letting both sides loose to hang down and expose a long rectangular section of his torso.&nbsp; "That is my goal.&nbsp; I might walk out of here with enough money to buy another jockstrap."&nbsp; He said with a small chuckle as he stood straight again, rolling his shoulders to allow the shirt to begin to dip down in the back and slide down his equally pallid back.&nbsp; The small chain around his neck jingled softly as the ring moved along it from the rhythmic shaking of his hips and legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 06:11:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite was curious about the ring on the small chain around his neck. Was it a promise ring? An engagement ring? Perhaps a ring which did not relate to relationships. She adored rings, bought as many silver rings as she could afford on her 'silver' account. For her, the curiosity to know what the ring on the chain meant piqued her interest as much as her interest in seeing how far Ryven would go for this dance. There were dancers who went to their boxers only. Some went to painting their cocks in different colors. Some made sure their manhood's were ready to be seen and even those who saw their performance touch. Would he let her touch?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 06:17:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ring would be the only thing he wouldn't consider taking off, and the only reason he would want to keep his jockstrap on was that he thought it framed his rear and package quite nicely.&nbsp; The shirt slipped further and further down until his hand caught it just as it fell off.&nbsp; He lifted it by only a couple of fingers to drop it on the couch next to Marg.&nbsp; Ryven then turned around to reveal his unobstructed upper body, his hands tracing up his sides slowly with his head turned to one side and eyes closed.&nbsp; His hands reached his head where they moved behind to thread his fingers together while his shifted his hips this way and that but always toward the sitting woman's direction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 21:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A look towards the shirt and Marguerite reached out to grab it. She wanted to keep a few mementos of the dance and perhaps even place it in the treasure box the next time she needed to tie someone up. Why not tie them up with the dress shirt of a shaking-baking Ryven? Clicking her tongue, she noticed his closed eyes. "Open your eyes and look at me when you dance, Ryven," she ordered, crossing her arms. What she liked about dancers was the gaze each held on the audience members. She wanted Ryven to look at her and be empowered by this experience. He may be dancing for a female but next time he came around, who knew, there might be another person sitting next to her wanting to see him shake it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 22:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes popped open to gaze down into hers while his hips continued to shimmy along with the hidden rhythm that adjoined his dance.&nbsp; "Yes, mistress.&nbsp; I hope that is what you want me to refer to you as...correct me if I'm wrong..."&nbsp; He said softly as his fingers unthreaded and moved down along each side of his neck.&nbsp; They rubbed downward along his bare chest, tortuously slow until the sought the button of his jeans.&nbsp; The fingers teased it for a moment, making the anticipation last.&nbsp; One finger rubbed circles around it until finally, he popped it loose, leaving only the zipper to hold the blue fabric in place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 23:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There, that was much better. She liked looking into the eyes of anyone she came across. The eyes were the window to the soul and to have a peek inside of Ryven's soul was intriguing. She wondered and pondered over various people. Some were friends, others were enemies. Either way, she was a warrior when it came to ravishing information. The more she could get her hands on and acquire the knowledge, she would ravish a library and remove all of its textbooks to do it. Right now, she wanted to see what were Ryven's reasons to come here tonight to rub himself down to her. "Yes, Mistress is what I am called," she whispered as she watched him remove the button from his jeans.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:21:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door slowly opened to the room as a dark elf, clad in black leather armor stepped in. Surveying the surroundings, his piercing eyes searched with curiosity and slight trepidation. Rumors of the Demon he had been sent to were legendary. And as the black leather that covered his cold heart stretched beneath his muscular chest, he stood and waited.<br><br>"I have come," he called out and listened to the echo in the chamber.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:28:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite was just finishing up with another client, the sounds of a satisfied groaning escaping through the open door. She stepped outside, rubbing antibacterial soap on her hands as she waited for the electronic door to close shut behind her. Her ears picked up on the sound of someone entering into her domain and she smirked. Who came at this hour surely she pondered over as she turned and made her way down the hallway. Clad in a pair of black leather jeans, white corset and wedges, she heard the voice. "Welcome to my chamber," she whispered, a smile painted on her red lips as she held out a hand to the dark elf. He was the first of his kind to come around, having heard of their hesitance to visit her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 21:01:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Turning suddenly to the strange sliding doorway he muttered to himself, "What strange sort of contraption is this?"<br><br>As she entered, he tilted his head to the side and gazed down, examining every inch of her. Certainly not the fire breathing, black winged beast he'd come to imagine. She was quite attractive; downright sexy and he wondered how she'd come to her reputation. Yet there was something in her eyes. A cool, dangerous look that he found both enticing and slightly nerve wracking.<br><br>His eyes a faint blood red he grinned slightly and bowed his head. "The honor is mine."<br><br>His breath quickened in anticipation for in his elven arrogance, he never thought he would find himself here, at the command of such darkness and at its mercy. He gritted his teeth to have to obey this female creature, that he would otherwise break in half. But sworn to duty he was, and the die had been cast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 21:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If he was looking for a wretched beast, he should go next door where monsters and ghouls were being sold in preparation for Halloween. Now, if he was looking for the winged succubus, she was the right person to come looking for; though her wings were tied to her back to keep them from ripping her nice shirt. Last time her wings ripped themselves from her back, she had worn a v-neck dress and the dress ended up becoming a ripped halter top. At least she wore pasties over her nipples. <br><br>Her eyes glance him over, taking in his appearance. "If you have any weapons, I suggest you remove them and put them in the lockers to the left of you. No weapons are allowed within this place unless it is used in the rooms," she explained, narrowing her eyes to see if their were any tell-tale bulges of hidden weapons. His kind were usually treacherous in hiding knives in untold places on their bodies. She even came across one with a knife hidden in the skin of his back. Marguerite still had the knife after she ripped the traitor's head from his shoulders. God, the sound of his spine ripping from his head was a beautiful musical note. <br><br>She wondered if she would have to add him to the growing pile of corpses she acquired over the last few years. As of now, she put her killing spree to twice a year since she took over this place and the Bordello. "Now, do tell me of what you think will happen here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 22:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving her a look, as relinquishing his weapons would make him vulnerable, he agreed with silent reluctance. He had known not to bring his sword and bow, but felt it necessary to always carry his daggers. He ripped open various compartments in his chest armor and arms, pulling several ornate daggers out. Lifting his boot he removed a black one, and placed all the weapons in one of the lockers. <br><br>Walking back to her, his boots echoed on the floor. "From what I understand, I am offered to you to do as you wish." His teeth snarled with arrogance and restrained frustration having not yet understood the full scope of her power. Unaccustomed to following orders he merely lowered his head slightly and once again examined the curves of her figure, feeling lust flood his body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 22:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite's eyes took in the various daggers he removed from his body. Already, she knew what her payment would be for this training exercise. If she had to come in on a Friday morning to 'dirty' him up as Reign then she better be damn well paid for it. Already, she eyed the black dagger and her fingers itched to use the knife on a pillow or even slice away at the muscle and skin of an enemy's back. "When this is over, your black dagger shall belong to me. No questions or no arguments," she plainly stated.<br><br>With a snap, her hand came up to strike his face with a closed fist. She disliked those to give her teeth snarling and the air of arrogance. When they came into any of her place of business, respect was to be given. Give her respect and she would not rip anyone a new asshole. "Watch yourself around here, dark elf. I know your kind do not take well to beings such as us but since we are on the same side with Reign and the Devil, we must set aside differences." She cracked her knuckles, ready to strike him again if he gave her any lip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 22:47:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Glaring at her, "That dagger was ...." Remembering his pact and the choices made he held his tongue which was wise for as he examined her, he neglected to see her strike coming. Sparks flashed in the corner of his eyes as his head jerked violently to the left. Completely shocked at the force of her blow, he fell to his left knee, and caught himself with his hand on the floor.<br><br>Looking up at her, he touched his jaw with his other hand and felt blood trickling from his mouth. <br><br>This new understanding of her made him wonder. Who was she? Certainly not who she appeared to be. He would have to be careful and yet.. there was something extremely sexy about her. Her strike while painful sent shivers through his body, for he had never experienced a woman with such power before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:10:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That dagger belongs to me now. No arguments or discussion. Not going to repeat myself again after this," she explained, crossing her arms. Already, she could see there was fight in his nature but she had ways to get around it. If she could handle her times with Reign, knowing the crazy bitch liked to rip the skin off of someone while they were still alive, then she could handle this dark elf. The last elf she came around ended up becoming a throw skin rug in one of the rooms of the Bordello. <br><br>Already she was waiting for him to complete his sentence before she struck him again. He was smart to stop at the last second. Even better for him to fall to his knee and look as if he was kneeling to her. Those who kneeled had a better chance of surviving her methods. For him, she could see going through the route of a usual submissive was not in his nature. Nope, she had something else up her sleeve for him. By the end of this session, she bet there was going to be a lot of blood spilled but it would be worth it. <br><br>"Get up from the ground and follow me," she ordered, turning on her heel and walking back towards the hallway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:25:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly standing he spat blood on the floor, not in defiance, but simply habit. It was unconcious actually for after, he worried that she may have noticed and what might come of it.<br><br>Huffing his hair back, he stood tall and proud once again. He knew of his choice to fall from from his people, watchers of the forest and protectors of the light. And he was proud of his decision, yet he still stood with the presence of a general. That air of arrogance and strength, still shone through the now twisted and darkened heart of this drow.<br><br>He respected her more for those strikes for no women had ever. But he also hated her for it. Stepping forward he walked after her, admiring her backside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:39:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"For spitting on the nice carpet, I take three more of your daggers," she called out over her shoulder. If he wanted to spit, he could have used a garbage can or asked for napkins, the brute. Dark elves were not the kind she liked to have in her household. They were brutes and rude little creatures. She expected him to be short and disgusting looking but he had to say he was handsome and fierce. <br><br>Handsome and fierce men was what attracted her to her first lover, Michael. His life might have ended by her own hands but the time spent together was extraordinary. Still, drows were not committed lovers and while the thought of bedding him appealed to her, she rather wake up with her head on her shoulders. "Since you have prepared yourself to fight, why not enjoy a bit of sparring in the fight room," she commented, knowing the fight room was a large room with dirt for a floor and cushions to keep out the sound of screams and grunts. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:58:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Three daggers! That nearly cleaned out his weapons, each of which were priceless. Some where from his great family, while the other including the black dagger, were acquired in battle. He cared a great deal for them and her words stung his pride.<br><br>"Three?" He snarled and was about to lunge for her neck when he heard mention of a fight room. Assuming it would be a place where he could have his fury out on her, and possibly steal back his beloved knives, he stopped and nodded through glaring eyes.<br><br>"So be it. Fight room it is." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 00:09:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Make it four for having to question my comments, drow," she answered, rolling her eyes over to him as she turned around to look at him. He was making this ever easier to remove more and more of his weapons. Even now, she needed to replace a few items in her weapons collection. The more he aggravated or questioned her, the more of his items would end up with her. The items she took over the last few years were from battlefields and enemies. This time, she was glad to see the person who she took it from especially while he was angry enough to go into a fight with her.<br><br>"The rules are simple and clear cut, Drow. No murdering but you can maim an opponent. Five second pin. You cannot go for the eyes, tongue or throat but you can go for everything else. Since this is a training for the inclusion into the Sinners Rank, we must get out of here alive but does not mean we go out in one piece," she explained, chuckling at the image of ripping one of Drow's ears from his head. Already, she had a jar of alcohol waiting to house an ear. <br><br>Opening the door to the room, she stepped inside and twirled to let him see how big the room was, big enough for the two to walk around. The dirt was swept and slightly wet to keep it from becoming too dusty. She stretched out her arms and put her arms back to pull her shirt lower down her back to give her wings room to spread out. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 00:36:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cautiously he walked in with the steps of a predator examining his surroundings with scrutiny. The slightest movement would be enough to set him off. Calming himself from her reference to taking yet another, he vowed to take her, before using his knives on her; a gift to the dark lord. Perhaps he would be given a higher command or responsibility, one befitting his importance.<br><br>Facing her he watched her unfold her wings and slowly grinned. The whiteness of his teeth shone over the grayish black skin. So... she's not quite as human as she seemed. Would explain the strength of her strikes and the ferocity in her eyes. <br><br>Familiarizing himself with the space, he backed away while facing her. He began unfastening his chest armor piece.<br><br>"I have no fear of you beast," he said with a malicious grin. "For by the end of this I will have not only your body, but your spirit. A gift for the Dark Lord."<br><br>The last of the fastenings untied, he pulled off to reveal a well toned and muscular gray chest. Pure as the darkest of nights with markings along the side and back. Loosening his hair, it flowed as white as the full moon cascading down his shoulders.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 00:51:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Did he not know? She was born from a succubus mother and vampiroso father. After the two coupled, her mother enjoyed tearing her father a new asshole for knocking her up. Who knew succubus females could get pregnant from dead corpses? Well, here she was and while family dinners were always filled with tension, she enjoyed the bloodshed which came in between second course and dessert. Right now, she wanted the dirt beneath her wedges to be painted dark brown from the Drow's blood.<br><br>"Honey, I gave my spirit a long time ago for a pair of fuck me heels. My body belongs to no one but moi," she called out as she fluttered her wings a bit. She stretched out her muscles, cracking her knuckles and wondering if she should keep her wedges. The sight of smashing her wedges into his jaw was great enough to stop her from unlacing them. Her eyes honed in on his muscular chest and his hair. Oh yes, that hair of his was beautiful and would be a great hair piece to add to her many wigs.<br><br>Stretching her fingers, she smiled. "You have beautiful hair, I will enjoy scalping you for it." She wiggled her fingers to show just how she had them painted but also how long and sharp they were to use on anything. To use them on his beautiful face brought a wicked smile to her face. "Ready to lose, Drow?," she questioned as she stood at one end of the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:11:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Snarling at the thought of her besting him in any way, he paced in front of her and considered her. Winged, so she had freedom of mobility, demonstrated strength, claws as sharp as razors, what could her weakness be?<br><br>"Perhaps I will hang your wings on the wall when I take over this place." He grinned.<br><br>For a moment all was still. The air in the room tensed as he stopped, his grin fading to serious. "I will never yield."<br><br>Then as abrupt as a flash of lightning, he bolted straight for her, his form a grayish streak matched by the white blur that accompanied it. Almost upon her, he leapt with one foot up first then the second. Twisting his body he spun in the air, both hands locked together, and slammed the locked fists against her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:30:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite had to laugh out loud at his insinuation at taking over her domain. If not the greatest of Demon lords could take this place from her, a lowly Drow like himself did not have a chance in high Heaven or low Hell. "My wings are staying on my back but I doubt your balls will stay between your legs. Besides, I doubt you have anything betwixt your thighs other than a pussy," she taunted, sneering at him.<br><br>She felt the tension in the room. It was thick enough if it was a cock, she could stroke it into hardness. Her body prepared itself for anything and as she saw the lightning strike, she accepted the pain. Pain was a beauty and she basked in it. One could say she blamed Reign for opening up her little sadistic side.<br><br>The slamming of his fists against her face was nothing compared to what she felt like on the field. Yes, it hurt like bloody hell and slammed her head backwards almost snapping it. She knew she bit down hard on her tongue thus making it bleed. "Good one, Drow," she rasped out as she spat into his face with her blood. She stretched out her wings, fluttering them hard to propel her backwards into the air. If he wanted to see pain, gladly, she would give it to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:52:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He landed on one knee and quickly slipped to the opposite side of the room. Her blood now spattered his face as he wiped it off. <br><br>Nodding to her compliment, he stretched his fingers and massaged his knuckles. Her face while beautiful, was quite difficult to strike; her jaws not the fragile bone of humans.<br><br>Panting he watched her fly back and knew she was preparing a strike. His instincts told him to find cover, but there was none to be had. There was only one chance and he hoped he would be quick enough to seize it.<br><br>His chest heaving, he stood his ground and waited. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 02:00:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She put her hands on her jaw to fix the fracture piece which had come unhinged from the strike. Marguerite may not have been human but bones could still break. No matter, in a few hours the fracture would heal but for now, she watched him with fury in her eyes. The bastard had made her spit blood thus staining her shirt when blood fell onto her shirt. Son of a bitch. <br><br>"Puto, te vas a morir," she warned before she went on the attack.<br><br>Marguerite let out a screech of anger before she came out him, her wings bringing her fast to him. She went into a zig-zag pattern before she swooped down to take him out by the knee caps, one wing curling in to get him down by the knee caps. She wanted him on his back where Drows like him were supposed to be when it came to being around her. Right now, he was wearing far too many clothes for her liking. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 02:43:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting his head slightly he deduced from her tone, and the strange words she used, that she had threatened him or was upset. Chuckling to himself, he marvelled at his prowess in combat and his ability to damage such a being of noticeable power.<br><br>As she sliced the air towards him, his tone grew serious. There would only be a split second chance to leap right as she came near for a second blow to her face. But before he could calculate the moment, he felt lifted up and the room spun in a dizzy spiral. Indescribable pain shot from his knees as he cried out, landing with a thud straight down on his back.<br><br>Gasping for air, the blow had not only damaged his knees, but knocked the wind out of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 02:55:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling, Marguerite came right back down to land herself on his crotch, bouncing all the while. What a sight to behold in seeing him go up and then down on his back. Hopefully, she had broken one or both his knee caps. If not, she planned to break them by the end of this fight. The bastard deserved to be on his knees for her. Even better if she could get him on his hands and knees while she spanked his grey bottom red. Did Drows blush red? <br><br>"Mmm, you look good on your back, Drow," she taunted, leaning down to rake her nails down his chest and stomach. She wanted to scratch him up good. Hell, even use him as a scratching post to get her nails sharp and bloody. If he was going to fight in the wars, he needed to look good and messed up. Besides, she wanted to return the favor of practically knocking her jaw a few places to the left with his fists. Only consolation was she did not have the click jaw that plagued her after her last fight with a merman. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 06:56:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Infuriated he lay on his back gasping for air. If only he'd at least spun to land on his side he could have slipped out of the way, to counter attack. But as it were she had broken his left knee cap, the pain of which was beginning to eat at him. <br><br>With a loud and painful grunt he winced as she landed between his legs. Gritting his teeth he refused to show weakness and as she taunted he simply stone faced and waited. She had won this round but it was far from over. <br><br>As she wove her nails down his chest he shivered and ignored the impulses as a man to react. Muscles in his chest twitched to her touch, calling for her to his betrayal. He felt as if his body was an instrument to her touch and it infuriated him. <br><br>With breath slowly returning he snarled, "That the best you got?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 07:47:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had a slew of more things up her sleeve. He had no clue the lengths she could go to keep him disabled and beneath her. Even now she started to grind her hips against his crotch. Marguerite wondered if Drow's packed thick and long cocks between their thighs. Hopefully she would find out soon enough.<br><br>"Oh darling you should be grateful that you are beneath me. Many have died to lay beneath moi," she whispered to him as she started to rake her nails across his face. She planned to leave her mark on the Drow to let him know to never fuck with her. In this war the Saints could take them down if they were not careful and had to be ready for anything. A hand came back to twist his left knee cap and perhaps break the other knee cap but it might make her do all the work when it came to fucking him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 08:03:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gritting his teeth he restrained then yelled out. Her knee was shooting pain through his crotch out to the surrounding area. Refusing to share, he turned his head to the side. <br><br>It was fortunate that he was indeed well endowed, for her nails stirred up such passion, coupled with her sexy form, that he had grown slightly and was firm enough to protect the soft, members beneath. The pain was still such a crushing discomfort that he curled his fingers against the dirt laden floor.<br><br>"You... have not ... won this round," he stammered through gasping breath trying to resist her devastating looks. This was the creature that stole his weapons, and .. <br><br>He cried out again as his leg burned then throbbed with surging pain. If only he could position himself, he thought. Could strike her and perhaps... <br><br>To what end? Her power was much stronger... but he would never let her know that. Best to play along for now and wait for an opportune moment. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 08:21:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had to hand it to him the Drow was giving her a good mask to hide behind. Still, she continued to use his face and chest as her scratching post. Marguerite wondered if Reign would give this Drow to her as a pet for a little while to best dirty him up. A male like him needed to be pushed and taunted by the best in order to draw on his hatred for the Saints.<br><br>Marguerite had to stop herself from yawning at his spiel that she should be lucky that she was on top of him. There were dozens of men and women sometimes at the same time beneath her. However, she was intrigued with the Drow to say the least.<br><br>"Just give in Drow. You have given me a knee cap and you are in danger of giving over your other knee cap and cock," she taunted as she continued her torture methods. He would have to give up considering she had all the time in the world to devote herself to his self destruction. He needed to quit while he still had mobility of one good leg. A leg he needed if he hoped to get fucked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 08:41:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His mind more tortured than his body now, a talent he now saw came from her. Her voice tantalized him... pulled him to please her, to serve her. Tried as he might, he couldn't fight the whirlpool of desire sucking him in, forcing him to relinquish his pride.<br><br>She had a point, her strength was unmatched and further pain was unwise. Plus her touch and presence was wearing his... male resistance to her down. He wanted her and fought this thought.<br><br>"I was sent here, to offer myself to you," he resigned and decided to patiently await a moment to regain control. "For the price of my weapons returned to me, you may do with me as you wish."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 17:43:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you are sent here to offer yourself to me then there is no need to bargain. Besides I never deal with anyone I know I will rather like to taunt," she teased as she started to roll her hips into his crotch. The Drow would never see his precious daggers again. Those daggers belonged to her now and soon the Drow would realize by trying to barter with a creature such as herself was a dangerous game to play.<br><br>She leaned back to admire the handiwork of her nails on his face and chest. Mmm he looked wonderful with his skin slashed to ribbons. While Marguerite was ever tempted to lap at his blood, she knew better than to drink from any creature like him. For all she knew he could have injected himself with any localized anesthetic or perhaps brought himself to bear poison to take her down. <br><br>"You are mine to do with as I damn well please. Right now I plan to fuck you and take your cock deep inside my cunt," she whispered as she leaned in to stroke her nails over the crotch of his pants. It was time to see if this Drow was packing something to talk about or something to taunt about.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 18:30:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes opened in shock at the cold ferocity of her lust. Yet as she moved against him he found himself longing for her. Placing his hands against her hips, he gripped her and felt her firm sides grinding against him.<br><br>"It seems," he grunted as she sat up on him. "You have different plans than I expected."<br><br>His chest stung but he barely felt it as her claws passed over his crotch. His black leather pants began to grow tighter by the minute as he throbbed with pleasurable discomfort.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 19:27:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite noticed the bulge in his leather pants and could see he was not unaffected as she first thought. He lusted for her just as much as she wanted him as well. At least, she could admit to the lust and hunger to bed him. She put money his kind did not take well to bedding other creatures outside their own race. Hell, she bedded a few satyr's and even a banshee though the banshee kept wailing over and over. At first she thought it was signifying a slew of deaths but really it was the banshee screaming out her orgasms. <br><br>"Mmm, it seems your cock has the same idea my cunt has for you," she teased as she started to work the buttons on his leather jeans. Still, she kept her eyes on his face, watching his facial expressions and his hands. If he tried to attack her, she had no qualms about breaking his other knee cap. Might make her due all the work in fucking him but if it kept him in one place, so be it. The bastard already gave up his weapons and his knee cap, why not add another thing to the list?<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 06:55:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he felt her fingers on his pants, loosening the belt and forcing her way to him, he gritted his teeth forcing the muscles in his jaw to twitch slightly. As devastatingly tempting as she was, and as much as his body longed for her, among the drow to sleep with an enemy, let alone another race was considered in disgust. This foul harlot was not of elven blood and should be on the end of a leash, not in his bedchamber. <br><br>For each of her taunts, and promises to have him as she wanted it, he bided his time and waited. This temptress may be fierce in strength, but he would not yield. He meant to make do in his threat, for forcing himself on another species as an act of power and aggression was perfectly fine. It was laying on his back for another that was completely humiliating.<br><br>As such, when she worked his belt free and began undoing the fastenings on his pants he leaned up, and lay both fists into her jaw. First struck right where it had been damaged before, the second following from the other side.<br><br>"Noone just takes a Drow, temptress."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 18:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Already her mind was at play of what she would do to him. With a male like himself, she put money he could go for many rounds. With his physique and his attitude, she had no doubt the Drow had taken a few women of his kind and enslaved many. Just the look she noticed in his eyes when she punched him the first time showed her he did not take well to being led by a female. Their kind was a patriarch line where the men were the breadwinners and the women were pregnant, barefooted and looking the other way when their husbands dallied with the female next door. <br><br>There was a solid crack and she spat out more blood in the Drow's face. The little fucker should have known better. Her head did fall back but she did not remove herself from her position on him. She smiled down at him, her teeth red from the blood spilling from the cut in her tongue and cheek. Part of her jaw was broken from the tell tale sign of it hanging loosely from her right side. Still, she was not going to concede into him anytime soon. He was her prisoner and she had the right to do whatever she wished upon him. Now he would pay the price for almost knocking out a good set of teeth. <br><br>"Like I said Drow," she started as she reached over with her hand to crush his broken knee cap while her other hand started in on the other one, "you have been given to me. For how long? As long as it takes to break you down and build you back up for the war. Now I am going to have to break your other god damn leg." When she made promises, Marguerite acted upon them. If she promised to break his legs, she certainly would go to dire lengths to have them broken and pulverized. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:55:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As much as his arrogance guided him, he was also a drow of reason and cunning.&nbsp; Aside from the fact of his broken kneecap, a detail he figured he'd deal with later, the original plan of course was, once she was knocked down, to tackle her somehow and take control. However he was well aware of her strength, and after realizing his blow didn't knock her over he began to rethink his position.<br><br>As she pressed against his broken kneecap, and now dug into the second one, pain beyond anything he'd ever experienced now colored his vision in a grayish-white as he lay back down to the floor.<br><br>"Wait," he gasped. "Maybe we can... work something out." He really had counted on toppling her, but as it didn't work.. he had little choice but to comply, at least for the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:41:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry, you...fucked...up your...chance by breaking my jaw," she said in gasped breaths as her jaw found it hard to say things right away. The son of a bitch would pay for ruining her jaw and he would pay for it dearly. He should have laid back and enjoyed the ride. The Drow should have been smart enough not to try her patience but he was too stupid. He should have known a female such as herself would keep coming back over and over until he broke down and gave in. <br><br>Her hands continued to crush and press down on his knee caps. If he wanted to fuck with her, she was going to make sure he regret it. "Fucker." She let her nails dig into his leather pants and through the flesh she managed to get to; he deserved the pain. No wonder she never carried herself around Drow's. They were brute creatures and needed to be trained like dogs or even cattle to be submissive and obedient. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:32:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He screamed and writhed on the dirt floor. His face contorted in agony as her nails ripped into him. Flailing he tried to reach up to strike her, but the pain dulled his vision. She knew right where to grip, and as his white jagged teeth hissed, he looked up. Her eyes, wild in fury, sadistic in vengeance... she seemed to be enjoying it. Almost as if the blood dripping from her jaw oozed with drool for his submission. <br><br>His fingers clawed at the dirt as he lay back. She was a beast, a formidable monster of sexy cunning, and ferocity. He watched the joy she got out of it and in the midst of the mind numbing pain in his legs, and the foul cursing from her fanged mouth, he ... caught the way her chest heaved. <br><br>Would it harm him so much to give in? Now having lost the ability to walk, he gave it serious consideration. <br><br>"It seems.. you have me temptress," he conceded with narrowed eyes. "But do not think you have broken my spirit." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 22:13:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing, she continued to dig her nails into his knee caps. He deserved the pain she felt in her jaw. Right now, she felt it was moving back and forth with every breath. She did not want to end up sipping through a straw for the next few days. Even now, she planned to get her teeth hinged back and checked to make sure the son of a bitch did not make her swallow any teeth. "Oh, you scream so beautifully," she whispered as she watched his face contort in agony. Marguerite wished she had a camera right now to take a photograph of this beautiful moment.<br><br>"I have broken your knee caps and I hope to break one of your arms now," she answered as she continued to hobble him with her hands. Marguerite was not herself anymore. Revenge clouded her eyes, her hair was thrown back with a slight winding moving the curls around her. She enjoyed causing this Drow pain as much as she enjoyed chocolate. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:50:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her laugh echoed in the room as his leg burned from her touch. Each grip she made on it flooded his leg with torment as he lay there. He barely heard her taunts, unable to move aside from twisting against the ground.<br><br>Realizing finally that his body was no match for hers, and that she would never give in, he looked at her eyes, and through words he could scarcely believe would ever come out of his mouth, "If you break my arm, I would not be able.... to please you as well." <br><br>He stored his pride and anger deep inside, away from her vengeful eyes, and away from his fists which wanted to tear her to pieces. Instead, he replaced his words with a resigned tone, in hopes of saving his body from dismemberment. <br><br>"After all, I was sent here... to please you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 16:07:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted him to twist. The more he moved about, the more she would have a chance to dislocate his kneecaps altogether. Marguerite even pushed to dislocate one side of his hips but even she needed his hips to rock himself inside of her. Still, she took great pleasure in his pain. To hear him scream and grit his teeth beneath her ministrations was almost hearing a symphony of musical instruments play her favorite song. It was fucking magical. <br><br><em>"If you break my arm, I would not be able.... to please you as well."</em> His words brought her head up to narrow her eyes at him. He was a foul liar and his lies were not even well polished enough. In front of him, she rolled her eyes to let him know of his words. Marguerite did not believe him. "Yes, you were sent here to please me...in any way I choose. You failed to take the opportunity to be inside of me. Now, I plan to rip your legs from your body and turn you into an invalid," she threatened as a fist came down to connect with his face. She wanted to knock him out cold and teach him a few lessons.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 15:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes opened in shock at her words, having thinking she would be pleased with his change in tactics. After all this beast seemed to thrive on power. She must have seen the disdain to which he phrased the words. But Drow were a cagey bunch, capable of great power, but tucked away from the rest of the world to which they turned their noses up.<br><br>Flailing with his arms to his leg, to try and stop the pain, he collapsed back. Her joy in inflicting torment echoed in him and on a certain level he respected it. He'd found the same grin when cutting open an enemy in battle, relishing in the warm blood coating his face. The roles reversed he screamed out once again before a sharp blow came down against him.<br><br>Cold and stinging in fury her strike slammed his head into the ground as he lay there dizzy and struggling to stay conscious. <br><br>Whispering and in a dazed state, "I gave... myself to you. But can't..." he gasped and panted. "Break my spirit." He grinned and laughed with blood all over his face, his white teeth speckled in red.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 02:37:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Juicy noticed the door to Marguerite's place was left slightly ajar, and after being invited numerous times, decided to finally drop in for a little visit. Dressed in a white knit cardigan and his favorite pair of ripped denim jeans, he pushed the door open curiously, peeking in with the shoelaces that were caught between his teeth and dangling from his pouty lips.<br><br>"Mmm, Mar, Mar, Mar," he called out into the quiet front room, fixing a glass of red wine before dropping down onto a nearby chaise and kicking his boots up. Lounging, he closed his eyes and leaned back onto the plush chair, taking a sip of his wine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 04:11:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite crossed her legs as she read the newest reports. It seemed more and more people were floating into the community and more and more needed a good hand in learning the ropes. She was much obliged in showing someone the ropes of this town. Besides, with the way things were going, she might have to open up another place for her lovely succubus Reign and herself. The next agenda was finding a suitable sacrifice to castrate for Reign and her own coming of succubus party. It was a matter of time before the two found a suitable candidate. For now, she glanced up to hear the ringing of the bell announcing someone had arrived.<br><br>Standing up, she chuckled as she heard Juicy call out her name. He was an interesting male, one she was keen to break and mold. After the last pegging, she wanted to see how far she could push him. However, she needed to let him know that while she enjoyed chasing him, it always helped to chase back to keep up the spirits. Right now, as she headed down the hallway and noticed him laying on one of the chaise's she adored with his boots up, she clicked her tongue. "Naughty Juicy, you should know better than to put your feet up."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 22:36:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The leather, the foot steps sounding from down the hall, the clicking of the tongue.. it all meant just one thing.<br><br>The ever rebellious Juicy popped one eye open and gave Marguerite a coy smile, taking another swig of his sweet white wine. "Well hello there, my darling! I thought you would at least be a bit more excited to see me than that," he chimed, resting placidly in his position and toying with the shoelaces between his fingers. "You've been doing nothing but chasing and chasing, and you finally get close to the prize.. and then scold him?"<br><br>He glanced down to his white designer boots, clicking his heels together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 23:57:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Considering you usually run away at the first sight of moi, why should I not be wary of you?," she teased as she walked over to settle herself on the chaise having to push his legs off the end of the seat. He would see that he was to keep his feet off and on the floor. Unless he planned to remove them, he was not going to smudge her chaise with his white boots. <br><br>Did he not know it was against the fashion rules to wear white after Labor Day? Such a rebellious male he was to wear those hideous shoes especially ones that easily stained. Though she would not mind if his boots dug into her backside as she...well, she was not about to get ahead of herself with this male. Considering the chasing that was done along with the pegging, it would take an eternity to get him around to anything. Still, she would enjoy seeing him cry out in pleasure as she rode him to oblivion. Poor thing had no clue who he was dealing with today. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 00:57:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It wouldn't be very fun if I just gave in like the rest of <em>them</em>. I'm not easy in the.." Juicy paused as his feet were pushed off the chaise and to the floor, almost making him spill his wine on his brand new cardigan. He would have put his feet in her lap, but he wasn't in the mood to mess with the devil <em>yet</em>. "..in the least. You of all people should know this." Untamed, wild, rebellious.. and obviously fearless with the way he looked to Marguerite. He smiled sweetly and crossed his boots at the ankles, settling back into a comfortable position on the chaise.<br><br>Another sip of wine and a sigh. "Besides, you know I never run away at the first sight of you. Is that what you think?" He dropped the laces from his freehand and fingered the rim of his glass. "I enjoy your company just fine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 02:26:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				True, she did adore a bit of fight especially coming from Juicy. Not to say she hated those who wilted or swooned at her attempts to have at them but nice to dig her nails into something more aggressive. Right now, she remembered the last time she had Juicy on a chaise. Marguerite smirked at the memory as she watched him fix himself once more on the chaise. It was a nice outfit he wore though she rather see it piled on the floor or even hanging on a few hooks. "Oh I know honey. You know how I like to push your buttons, especially by calling you my whore. Not to say you are not because in fact, you are a darling little whore to prance about," she teased, winking at him as she leaned forward to take the glass away from him.<br><br>While she may have wanted other people drunk enough to knock them out, she wanted Juicy's senses alert. "Lovely, when there are other gorgeous men about, of course you run. Hell, at times I push you to run for them though I usually end up going after one or two to use," she answered, chuckling. She enjoyed Juicy's company as well and did cherish the time spent together but there were other matters to discuss. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 19:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				An exaggerated pout appeared on his face with the wine glass being taken from him, his teeth clenched because of the teasing from Marguerite. "Oh, you just know how much I love being called a whore, a darling prancing one at that." He shut his eyes to roll them, knowing that had Mar seen the snotty action, he would be in for a lot more trouble than he already was due. Composing himself, he turned back to the domme and smiled sickeningly sweetly.<br><br>"That doesn't count as running from you, though, my lovely Marguerite! I'm just easily distracted by the idea of a gorgeous man, and I love you for pushing me towards them, but I would never run from you. Not in a million years." Juicy exhaled, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his cardigan and fanning at his chest. It was a little hot in the room. "Take back what you said about me being flighty and I'll be more than happy to stay for my appointment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 23:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If Marguerite had seen Juicy roll his eyes at her let alone stick out his tongue, she had a few ways to teach him a lesson. Already, she was itching to use the new pliers she bought from Senor Venedicto on Juicy in case he forgot where his mouth was not supposed to be; though she had another tool for his eyes to pop them out. "Yes because you are one of the top best whores I have seen around here and you always make sure to wash your ass afterwords," she teased, giving him a smile that would rot any child's teeth. Juicy had yet to throw her off her game.<br><br>"Nope, not going to take it back for I know you will flying to the moon when this is through," she commented, crossing her legs at the knee. Juicy was flighty in the ways that he had yet to be pinned down for a few sessions. Now that she had him now, she planned to put the new strap on she bought to good use. Standing up from the chaise, Marguerite looked him up and down. "You can either let those words eat at you or you can let them go and continue. If not, do not fret Juicy, I will pin you down next time." Marguerite was not going to keep fighting Juicy if he could not let those words go over his head and fall away into the abyss. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 01:46:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hands in pockets, Remiel ambled his way over to Marguerite's BDSM room.&nbsp; He had always been fascinated with the lifestyle, dabbling in it here and there although never really partaking of a serious role.&nbsp; Insofar as he could determine, he was a s/Switch, in that sometimes he liked to play the Dominant, while other times he much preferred to be submissive.&nbsp; In truth, however, he was never really one or the other.&nbsp; Nevertheless, he had respect for those who were true Masters and Mistresses, and resolved to learn as much as he could at every opportunity.<br><br>He was six foot tall, 226 pounds, and clearly designed by nature to be masculine.&nbsp; His hair was very short, shaved to a quarter inch or so everywhere upon his scalp, and he had a goatee.&nbsp; His arms and chest were cleanly shaved (but not waxed), for although nature had cursed him with abundant body hair, he definitely preferred to look "streamlined".<br><br>He heard voices within the suite; taking a deep breath, hoping he was not interrupting, he raised his hand and knocked upon the door. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 03:22:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning from ear to ear, Juicy watched as Marguerite dramatically rose from the chaise and looked him over from head to toe. He enjoyed messing with her almost as much as she enjoyed messing with him. "Relax, mi corazón. Don't get your leather all twisted up in a bunch." With no intentions of being flighty, he undid the last few buttons on his cardigan and let it hang off of his bare shoulders, biting his bottom lip and presenting the domme with a coy smile. "I really wonder who the drama queen is, now?"<br><br>Closing his eyes, he anticipated the <em>punishment</em> for his smart mouth. A slap, a smack, a nip; anything she craved. Knowing Marguerite, she'd take any chance she had to sink her teeth in, and Juicy was more than willing to be bitten..<br><br>An unexpected knock on the door distracted his attention, and Juicy quirked a brow as his gaze fluttered over the back of the chaise curiously. "You didn't tell me we were having company..?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 18:58:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Right now, Marguerite could have easily reached down to slap the coy smile off of Juicy's face. He should know there were various things she could do to him. Hell, she managed to break the leg of a Drow for having a smart mouth with her. Even now, her jaw still ache from where he dislocated it a week ago. Marguerite was only too glad for the bolts on her jaw to keep things where it should be; for Juicy, she doubted he had great surgeons to fix anything that was ripped or torn off his body. "Oh, by tonight, I bet you will be screaming like a Prima Donna."<br><br>Marguerite glanced up at the knock at her door. She smiled and looked back to Juicy, the smile on her lips achingly sweet. "It is a surprise my dear and one you will surely enjoy especially once the session gets underway," she answered as she clicked her tongue and looked back to the door. She could have walked on over to the unlocked door to let her guest in but he needed to find his way to the two of them. Crossing her arms, Marguerite announced for Remy to come in and lock the door behind him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 19:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At Marguerite's invitation, Remiel opened the door and sauntered in.&nbsp; He nodded and smiled to the woman, of course, but looked somewhat surprised when he recognized Juicy.&nbsp; He couldn't help smirking a bit; he'd always enjoyed teasing Juicy in the SB.&nbsp; He gave the man a grin and a flippant nod.<br><br>Something told him he might be in for something else, though.&nbsp; Remembering Marguerite's command, he turned and locked the door behind him, then bolted it. <br><br>He licked his lips, obviously a bit nervous; he didn't know what he was in for.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:36:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few moments of desperate anticipation, Juicy's eyes widened in shock as Remiel, the last person he would have expected, came strolling through the door. The expression on his stunned face quickly changed to one of confusion, scratching a hand through his styled hair and looking over his shoulder, glancing up at Marguerite. "Remi? <em>He's</em> the surprise?" he playfully groaned out, turning his torso back around to eye the grinning Remiel. <br><br>He sized up the new visitor, never taking notice to how attractive the man was before, yet at the same time wondering what in the world Marguerite would have possibly had him over for. The only time Juicy spent around Remiel was usually occupied by relentless teasing..<br><br>With the door bolted lock and the look on Remiel's face it finally dawned on Juicy, who returned the infectious grin with a mischievous snarl, slumping back onto the chaise to face Marguerite. Remi would be staying for the session, too. It was <em>their</em> session. "Oh. This is quite a surprise, after all." A smile slowly spread over his pursed lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 04:05:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Juicy got the message as far as Marguerite could see in his eyes. She noticed the male's eyes widen to see Remy walk through the door. "Why of course, darling," she answered, crossing her arms as she continued to watch the interaction between Remy and Juicy. From her own chaise, she watched these two interact in other areas of the community. Already she had something in mind for these two. After seeing these two tease the hell out of one another it was time for these two to let their passions out here in the BDSM room. <br><br>"Now, Remy, do remove your shirt and pants," she ordered, clicking her tongue and nodding at Remy to do what she ordered for him. Right now, it was time to start their session and now with the second invitee here, it would go smooth as butter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 00:43:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Remiel laughed in response to Juicy's expression of mock disappointment.&nbsp; Far from being offended, he was actually amused.&nbsp; It was exactly the reaction he had expected, after all, and were the roles reversed, he would have said exactly the same thing, or something close to it.&nbsp; <br><br>He was powerfully built, often mistaken for a Dominant in these types of scenarios, but he wasn't one, in truth.&nbsp; His one attempt at taking on a submissive in an official capacity had ended in disaster.&nbsp; But he wasn't a real subbie either, having long been content to live life in that comfortable grey area oft known as Vanilla-land.&nbsp; But there is a part of human nature which always looks toward the horizon, that hungers for the unknown, that longs to be pushed outside of one's comfort zone.<br><br>And that's why he was here, he supposed.&nbsp; He blanched somewhat as Marguerite ordered him to strip, but he complied, unbuttoning his shirt from his torso and discarding it.&nbsp; His black denim jeans, too, were unbuckled, unzipped, and similarly removed, until he stood there in his boxers and socks.&nbsp; The boxers were black silk, decorated with white skulls--his favorite design.<br><br>He coughed nervously, avoiding Juicy's eyes for the moment, watching Marguerite for further instructions.&nbsp; He had come here as a voyeur, but was he about to become a(n un)willing participant?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 21:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With his eyes fixated on Remiel, Juicy perked up at the order for Remi to strip. This was going to be quite an evening, indeed. He made a mental note to send Marguerite a gift later.<br><br>He licked his pillowed lips slowly as he watched the man undress, the man who was obviously avoiding Juicy's gaze for a reason. The <em>mostly</em> straight, uncomfortable, yet slightly curious men always caught Juicy's attention as they were just his forte, and Remiel seemed to fit the bill perfectly. It would be pretty interesting to see where things ended up with this session.<br><br>"Aw, Remi, don't be so shy," Juicy coaxed while eying the delicious body before him, kicking both his legs up on the chaise, sans his boots, to enjoy the show. The nervousness was pretty cute. "It's not like you have anything to hide, right?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 04:25:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite did not bat an eyelash as she watched Remy undress before her eyes. She had seen plenty of individuals change and remove their clothes in this place. Sometimes, she invited strippers and escorts over just to do a few lap dances for a client who wanted to be caught in the middle of a lap dance. Yes, there were people out there who were aroused by being caught in a socially taboo manner. When she played the part of doting wife who came upon her husband having his cock sucked by a hooker, the male burst between the lips of the escort. That is what got the male off.<br><br>For Remy and Juicy, she had no clue if these two were into the sort of thing a few clients enjoyed but considering Remy wanted to explore his bisexuality, she was all for it. In fact, she had a term for the type which surrounded Remy and the ones who came into the BDSM room. The phrase was 'vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles on top' and it fit Remy well. The vanilla ice cream bit was an inside joke between her and another friend on vanilla individuals finding their way to the BDSM room with their thoughts and fantasies about pushing society's boundaries on what was considered moral and immoral. She knew what she did would cause people to ask questions and even wonder if she was doing this for attention. Attention? Please, if she wanted it, she might have become a hooker or a murderer but she loved what she did here in the BDSM room.<br><br>"Darling, now remove the boxers and socks. You do not need anything for tonight. Juicy, same goes for you. Remove your own clothes as well and make sure you put on a good show," she answered as she chuckled and cocked her head to the side. Would Juicy play by her rules or try to bend them to his will?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 04:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Remiel, if he could read Juicy's thoughts, would have thought he was being far too kind.&nbsp; He was certainly in good shape, but he wouldn't consider himself to be 'delicious'.&nbsp; As for Marguerite, well, he certainly would have not been offended to be labeled as 'vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles on top'.&nbsp; Indeed, he would have gladly owned up to the description, with an amount of amusement.<br><br>He had often described himself, when asked for his sexual orientation, as "ninety per-cent straight."&nbsp; And, indeed, he was, for nine out of ten times he definitely preferred women over men.&nbsp; However, every so often, a certain male would catch his eye.&nbsp; Juicy happened to be one of these.<br><br>"Yes, Miss Marguerite," he responded, shuffling after a moment's pause out of his boxers, then sitting down upon the nearest available surface to remove his socks.&nbsp; He wasn't ready to call her <em>Mistress</em>, at least not yet.&nbsp; He didn't know Her well enough for that, and She didn't know him.<br><br>He licked his suddenly-dry lips, and gave Juicy a wry smile, watching to see what the other would do, whether he would test Marguerite's patience or whether he would be a good little sub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 20:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Juicy bowed his head to Marguerite out of respect. He didn't plan on misbehaving just yet, so he would obey and go along with what she whatever she said. She <em>had</em> been kind enough to invite a surprise over, and the fun hadn't even started..<br><br>After watching Remi get undressed with eager eyes, he rose to rest on his knees, on the chaise, while facing away from the other two. An almost inaudible pop coming from the button on his jeans followed by the familiar noise of a zipper being unzipped, Juicy hooked his fingers into the waistline of his pants and slowly slid them down, revealing the tanned, supple ass that helped him earn his nickname. It seemed to be Marguerite's favorite part of his body, so he arched his back and popped it out as the fabric slid down his thighs and over his calves, giving her a show.<br><br>"I hope you don't mind that I went commando," he chimed as he shrugged out of his already unbuttoned cardigan, letting it fall to the floor. "I didn't think I'd be needing them anyway." Taking off his socks and tossing them to his boots, Juicy stretched out on the chaise confidently naked and waited for what was to come next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 06:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite glanced at the two gloriously, naked men before her and she stopped herself from laughing. Oh, she was not going to laugh because of their physiques, not at all. Nope, she rather laugh because of the situation she found herself in especially when it came to Juicy. Before she met him, she did watch him from the comfort of her chaise and from there it was teasing remarks. Only until she started to share her chaise (which unfortunately, she had Satan burn), Juicy was someone she liked to tease and have about. He did push her buttons but she also pushed a few of his own right back.<br><br>"Darling, I could care less if you came in here naked as a jaybird as long as you came around," she answered as she watched Juicy show her favorite part of him to her. Her fingers itched to smack his bottom red until he could not sit down for a week but she stopped herself. Instead, she had an idea in mind. One that might work out well if Juicy could put his mouth to better use than popping off at the gums.<br><br>She let her eyes flicker to Remy and she smirked. "Remy, go over to the chaise to switch places with Juicy. Juicy, seeing that Remy is not yet hard enough for the session, use that pretty mouth of yours on him," she stated, crossing her arms. She was not going to be getting a no from the two and if they tried, let us just say Marguerite was not pleased when orders were not followed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 09:08:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What, just like that?" said Remiel, jaw dropping in shock.&nbsp; Then he recovered, and added, "shouldn't he wine and dine me first?" thus proving that, yes, he could be just as much of a brat as the other man.&nbsp; <br><br>Nevertheless, he complied with Marguerite's command.&nbsp; He didn't know what she was like when angered, but he wasn't quite as ready to push her buttons as, perhaps, Juicy was.<br><br>But he had to admit that Juicy had a nice...tan.&nbsp; And, yes, a very nice ass.&nbsp; He slid onto the chaise next to him, heart racing a bit, feeling both awkward and uncomfortable, but also excited.&nbsp; It had been a very long time, though, since he had exposed himself to more than one person at a time, so he wasn't exactly yet...call it, ready, willing, and able, as it were.&nbsp; Perhaps a little bit of wining and dining wouldn't go awry.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 04:56:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cute idea, but you missed the wine." The sweet taste of berry was still on his lips and coating his throat.<br><br>Easing off the chaise and positioning himself in front of uncomfortable Remiel's legs, Juicy put his hands on the man's knees and gently spread them apart, just enough that he could nestle his smaller frame in between the strong thighs. A glance over his shoulder to make sure Marguerite was watching and that he had her direct attention, Juicy stuck out his warm, pierced tongue and slid the pink muscle along Remiel's inner thigh, nipping at the flesh with his teeth. He could literally feel the tension seeping from Remi's pores. "Just relax.. It's not like <em>I'm</em> going to hurt you." His posture was perfect; he was able to maintain his arched back while sitting on the balls of his feet. "That is what Mar was put on this Earth for."<br><br>Juicy took a peek up at Remi's face and smirked as he took the man's flaccid cock into his hand, giving it a few strokes to harden it up. Teasingly, he flicked his tongue across the crown and put it between his lips, licking the slit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 05:05:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite chuckled at Remy's words. Wine and dine? Did he see a perfectly set table for two anywhere on the premises? How about a waiter ready with a glass of red wine? Nope. It was just the three of them and Remy was going to have himself orally pleasured by Juicy. He should be jumping for joy or at least spreading his legs wide to let Juicy in. No matter, she did enjoy teasing this new one around. Better than the regulars who knew the routine. At least with Juicy and Remy, there were surprises that could always put a shocked look upon their faces.<br><br>"There, there, Juicy will take good care of you," she remarked as she watched Juicy get himself on his knees. He already knew the routine of using his pretty mouth on men who needed a good sucking. Marguerite merely nodded at Juicy's words of her reason for being on this Earth. There were a few other reasons but she was here to exact a bit of punishment for those who were too naughty. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 05:31:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Remiel was as tense as a concert violinist's violin string.&nbsp; His eyes widened as Juicy dropped so casually and nonchalantly between his legs, staring his junk (as it were) full in the face.&nbsp; He didn't try to close his legs, but neither did he relax.&nbsp; This may have been just another night for Juice and Marguerite, but it was more-or-less unexplored territory for Remiel.<br><br>But Juicy was good.&nbsp; He had to admit.&nbsp; His touch was just right--not too rough, but not too gentle, either.&nbsp; Despite himself, his flaccid organ became noticeably less flaccid.<br><br>And then when Juicy flicked his tongue across the bulb and put it between his lips, his eyes narrowed to slits and he leaned backward.&nbsp; He watched the man work, gradually, by degrees, losing himself to the sensation, uncomfortable tension filtering from his muscles to be replaced by a more pleasurable tautness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 16:58:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The corner of Juicy's mouth tugged up into a smile as Remi started to relax more. One of his hands stroked along the man's abs, the other cupping around the root of Remiel's hardening cock while he sucked on the head between his lips. Breathing through his nose and closing his eyes, he hummed in pleasure and moved his head down further in the lap before him.<br><br>Remiel's cock in his mouth had Juicy drooling almost immediately, the warmth of his tongue and lips enveloping the organ as he made his way down the lengthy shaft. He tilted his piercing so that the spikes would catch on the underside of the cock's sensitive skin, his teeth barely scraping over the top to add a different kind of sensation. Juicy rolled his lips skillfully and slurped noisily, swallowing the spit that accumulated in the back of his mouth. As the cock brushed over the back of his tongue, he felt the head enter his throat and the muscles in his neck tense up. Still, he kept forcing himself down further, a tear forming in the corner of his closed eye, over halfway down on Remi's erection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 01:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite watched the two enjoy themselves as she walked around to get another vantage point. "Very good," she whispered, crossing her arms to see just the technique Juicy used. He did try his best and she was proud of him to take as much of it as he could down his throat. For her first time, it took her a while and now it did not hurt as much when she got better at it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 08:25:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Remiel had never been given fellatio by someone with a tongue piercing before.&nbsp; The experience was...jarring, in a way, mostly because he didn't expect the sensation of metal against the ultra-sensitive ridge of his tip.&nbsp; He flinched, and did so very noticeably, nearly retreating from Juicy's mouth altogether.<br><br>But, like a clam which has snapped shut, he gradually began to open again, relaxing once more as Juicy's talented tongue did its work.&nbsp; Remiel reached down, his fingers combing through the other man's hair, his palm brushing his cheek.&nbsp; He gazed down in wonder, in awe, at the reverence and devotion to which Juicy put into his task.&nbsp; And all artificial precepts, all socially-imprinted taboos, began to melt away.&nbsp; Heterosexual, homosexual...only false labels. In the moment, in the ever-present now, there was nothing but the emotional and physical connection to another human being.<br><br>His thighs trembled, and Remiel made an incoherent noise of pleasure.&nbsp; The pressure in his loins was building, coaxed like a violin in the hands of a concert musician.&nbsp; If he kept it up much longer, Remiel would not be able to postpone the moment of his release...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 21:50:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Juicy heard the sex noise and felt the unmistakable trembling of Remi's thighs just as he started to throat the man's fat member, immediately wrapping his fingers around the hands on his head and pulling them off. <br><br>"Remi," Juicy breathed out, his chest rising and falling in a short-breathed motion. He used the back of his right hand to wipe his mouth and lips, the left one jerking Remi off gently. "You're not going to bust already, are you, wuss?" His eyebrows furrowed together playfully, still unable to resist the urge to tease the man. "Still have any comments about my smart mouth?"<br><br>Casting a glance to the domme, Juicy slipped from his feet and rested on his knees, eying Marguerite. "If I keep going he's going to blow before you get any fun out of him," he said, running his tongue over his puffy lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 23:41:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He dropped on the couch, closing his eyes for a moment until he could get his breathing under control again.<br><br>"Yeah, well," he said, breathily and out of turn, "I think, on the whole, I prefer it when it's full. Then we don't have to hear you speak," he chuckled, a little raspily*. <br><br>--<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">*If "raspily" isn't a word, it should be.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marguerite's BDSM Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 18:38:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kitten wonders in looking around,&nbsp; taking aback by the room
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