Free Ride (FLN826 & Zorak)
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				Title: <strong>Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 14:38:51</strong>
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				The advertisement was both specific and vague... "Are you a woman between 17 and 21?&nbsp; Do you want a college diploma but can't afford your tuition?&nbsp; Don't drop out of school - your Liberal or Fine Arts degree can be PAID IN FULL !&nbsp; Serve under contract as a domestic servant for a four year period, and you'll receive free room &amp; board, and fully paid tuition.&nbsp; Motivational assistance and tutoring is also provided."<br><br>The man who answered had a deep, friendly voice, and manner of speaking that indicated a level of sophistication and education...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 20:58:30</strong>
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				Looking through the help wanted section of the paper was becoming pointless. Unless she got a job, she had to move out of her dads house, the problem was, no one wanted to hire an eighteen year old to do anything that was remotely interesting or would hold her attention. Emma was too bright to settle on a job that included the phrase 'would you like fries with that'. She'd only been offered a partial scholarship to college and couldn't afford the rest of the tuition just yet, she'd have to save up for it. <br><br>Her eyes stopped on one add for someone looking for a domestic servant, meaning a maid probably. The eye catcher there was tuition paid in full. Emma was bright and well read, but what she wasn't, was intuitive. The warning bells that should have been going off in her mind that screamed out 'whats the catch' didn't exist for her. She had the uncanny knack of hearing or seeing only that which suited her and disregarding the rest. She picked up the phone and dialed the number at the bottom of the advertisement.<br><br>"Hello, I'm calling in regard to the add in the paper"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 21:27:04</strong>
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				After asking and receiving the general information - name, telephone number and such, he told the girl a little about himself...<br><br>"First, my name is Glen, and I hold doctorates in English, Psychology, and Asian Studies.&nbsp; I'm looking for a girl to handle domestic tasks around the house... cooking, cleaning, and such.&nbsp; The contract is for four years, and pays your tuition.&nbsp; The reason I'm not going through an agency, is that I have somewhat, unusual tastes and requirements, and need someone I can be certain will fulfill them without question.&nbsp; You would receive sufficient time each day to complete assignments.&nbsp; I will provide assistance if asked, but will not do schoolwork for you.&nbsp; In the event you have difficulty in meeting a minimum grade requirement, I will provide you with the motivation you need in order to excel.<br><br>"If that sounds like a situation you'd be interested in, tell me a little about yourself, and then perhaps we can set up a time for a face-to-face interview."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 21:48:13</strong>
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				Emma could have listened to him talk for hours, the sound of his voice, the cadence of his words, she was instantly charmed. And in her usual manner, all she heard was that he needed someone who could cook and clean, keep his household who could do so without question. <br><br>"Oh I'd very much be interested Mr...umm..Glen. Well, I recently graduated high school and I have several acceptances to a few different universities and one of them is right here. I was looking to get a job so I could save up for it, but then I came across your add"<br><br>"I'm very neat, very organized and I can cook and I know I'd do an excellent job for you"<br><br>She hoped he wouldn't ask for references, for she had no real work experience except for the odd babysitting job or two she'd taken over the years. When she'd needed money, she got it from her father, true enough he didn't always know about it, but she figured she did enough cleaning up after him and cooking since her mother took off that made it fair in her opinion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:10:27</strong>
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				He listened to her chatter... she was very eager.&nbsp; If he was looking for a housekeeper, he'd have dismissed her as "overeager", but a housekeeper wasn't what he was after (not entirely, anyway).&nbsp; When she finally ran out of steam, he nodded to himself... <br><br>"Very well - I'll give you my address, and you can come for a personal interview."<br><br>He gave her the address to his home, a three storey row-house with a basement and rooftop garden in one of the most prestigious parts of town...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:30:43</strong>
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				Not less than three times did she change her outfit before heading off for her interview. She had to remind herself that this was an interview for a job as a housecleaner and to dress appropriately. The problem was, she didn't really know how to dress for an interview like this. Jeans were far too informal, the dress she'd tried on was too formal, finally settling on a pink flare skirt that hung down to her knees and a button up white blouse. She brushed her hair out, proud of her chestnut curls with the light blonde highlights, Emma was meticulous about her appearance. She thought to wear her hair down, but felt it was sloppy for an interview, she pulled it back into a severe bun which was too formal and settled on a loose braid with a few stray curls framing her face. <br><br>She took a bus across town and then another to head into the part of the city where he lived. It took twice as long as she thought it would but luckily she allowed herself enough time to get there so she wouldn't be late for the appointed time. She rang the bell and found herself fidgeting with nerves, she really did need and want this job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:14:34</strong>
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				Glen made her wait a few moments, then went to the front.&nbsp; He unlocked the three different key-bolts on the ornate steel door, and opened it to let her in.<br><br>She had been far too meticulous about her dress, and he could tell immediately that she must have spent hours getting ready for this interview.&nbsp; Everything was exactly in place, from hair, to shoes, to jewelry.&nbsp; Maybe he was a bit of a chauvinist, but when girls took such care about their appearance, they were often - he felt - compensating for a shortcoming somewhere else, and recalling the phone conversation, he guessed between her ears.<br><br>She was a looker though, and as long as her IQ was sufficient to get her into college, she was smart enough to be trained.<br><br>He walked her into the first floor den; a masculine room with heavy dark oak bookshelves from floor to ceiling, and rich leather furniture.&nbsp; He gestured her to the couch as he settled his six-foot broad chested frame into his favorite wingback chair.<br><br>Stroking his full, but neatly trimmed beard, he began her interview.&nbsp; "Emma, was it? ", it's good of you to come.&nbsp; Although you already know the basic details of my requirements, was there anything else you wanted to know before we begin discussing the contract itself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:36:44</strong>
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				Emma knew when she was being sized up and she felt it the moment he'd opened the door, but that was alright, this was an interview afterall. When she followed him in, she was instantly awed by the house. Her own home was little more than an apartment and in a part of town she'd never brought a single friend to visit in. Everything from the paintings on the walls to the small statuettes that were perfectly placed spelled out one thing, class.<br><br>Her eyes went wide at the sight of the floor length bookcases that were filled with classics. Emma enjoyed reading immensely, though what she saw on the shelves looked to be more collectors items rather than books for actual reading. <br><br><em>Come on Emma, don't sit here like a moron,&nbsp; this is your chance to sell yourself for the job, answer him</em> , were the words flying around in her mind when he'd asked if there were any questions. She knew it looked good if she had something to ask rather than just accept everything at face value. <br><br>"Well how many people are in the household so I'll know how many there are to clean up after and cook for"<br><br>She should have given him a moment to answer the question but when thoughts popped into her mind, she usually just blurted them out. People often mistook her for being flaky or addle brained because of that, but those who got to know her soon learned otherwise.<br><br>"And if you don't mind my asking, what is it you do?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:50:01</strong>
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				He could see she was nervous, and that was to be expected.&nbsp; So he answered her calmly, speaking slowly in contrast to her slightly agitated condition.<br><br>"The household is just me.&nbsp; I live alone, so it will be my meals you'd be preparing.&nbsp; I expect home cooked food, of high quality.&nbsp; You'd be responsible for arranging the meals, the shopping and preparation.&nbsp; I eat only fresh meats, fish, fruits and vegetables, so each day after classes, there would be a stop at the local market for the day's fresh ingredients."<br><br>"I have a cleaning service that comes once a week to polish the floors and do the heavy cleaning.&nbsp; You would be responsible for laundry, and general maintenance to keep things in order between visits from the cleaners.<br><br>"As for my occupation, I no longer have the need to be part of the "workaday" world, so to speak.&nbsp; I spend my free time writing, and occasionally publish a book about once every year, on various subjects."<br><br>He finished, looked at her, and motioned her to continue if she desired...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:06:08</strong>
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				She was surprised that he lived here alone, he seemed so cultured and classy, he obviously had money and he wasn't hard on the eyes either, probably has a string of ex wives she mused, but that wasn't her concern. The job sounded perfect for her, and she really didn't have any other questions for him.<br><br>"You mentioned something about discussing a contract? Do you have any other questions of me? And, I'm sorry you didn't tell me your last name, that is, unless you would prefer I call just call you Glen?" <br><br>That seemed odd to her, but again, this was his house and if he wanted to be informal, that suited her just fine. Emma was a social creature by nature and usually found a way to get along with almost anyone. <br><br>"Oh, I guess I do have one other question, will you be wanting me, or whoever you hire to commute, or is this a live in position?"<br><br>She really hoped it was as the commute here and back without a car would be treacherous. Her nerves started to hit again, they usually did when she was in unsure situations and she wasn't talking, and started fidgeting again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 15:01:32</strong>
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				"Well," he thought to himself, "she might be bright enough for school, but she's certainly a little scattered."&nbsp; He'd need to work on that some.&nbsp; Then he turned to her.<br><br>"The add stated 'room and board', which means, you live here, and I provide your food.&nbsp; As for the contract, I have it here, " he held up some papers.&nbsp; "You should read it through, and be aware of the implications."<br><br>He handed them over to her.<br><br>"In a nutshell, here's how it works.&nbsp; When the contract term begins, I will pay your tuition for four years of school, in full, to the university.&nbsp; I have a contract with the university also, and my brother is the board chairman.&nbsp; In the event you fail to complete your degree in the accepted four year period, or, you renege from this contract, the money is returned to me.&nbsp; However, since your tuition is considered <em>fully paid in advance,</em> the university will then collect its debt directly from you - payable in full, immediately."<br><br>He waited a few moments, to let her digest that.&nbsp; Once she signed the contract, she would make herself responsible for a full four years tuition unless she remained with him the entire time.&nbsp; It was an incentive that, in the past, had worked very well.&nbsp; There were other stipulations and wording that, while vague, left enough open for interpretation that he essentially had free reign to do with her as he pleased.&nbsp; Wording such as "must follow any and all rules of the household, subject to change at any time", and, "accept any and all disciplinary measures including, but not limited to; house arrest, reduction or revocation of privileges, or confinement" which, coupled with "agrees to perform any task, duty, or activity demanded" left her with no real options once he dropped the hammer.<br><br>There were other items interspersed - an agreement that he would provide her with tutoring services any time it was needed, an assurance that sufficient time to complete schoolwork would be alloted, and that she would make her schedule, grades, and homework assignments available to him for review.<br><br>He placed a pen on the table between them,<br><br>"I like you Emma... You're cheerfull and energetic.&nbsp; I think you'll be an excellent asset to my home."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 17:01:42</strong>
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				She couldn't help the slight blush that washed over her cheeks when he'd given the definition of room and board, of course she knew what it meant, but she'd only glanced over the advertisement and missed that part. She'd have to be more careful in the future she thought. <br><br>Picking up the contract she decided to give it a good read, however it was rather wordy and, unless it was for her schooling, she rarely had the concentration to read anything in full of this length. She truly was of two minds and often two personalities, she was serious and studious when she needed to be, as she was for school, but outside of that arena, she was fun, bubbly, and often all over the place.<br><br>"Does that mean you're offering me the position?"<br><br>Without finishing reading it, she picked up the pen and signed on the last page. She'd read enough of it to get the general idea, she understood her responsibility to graduate school or she would be held financially responsible, but that wouldn't be an issue for her, she intended to excel there. <br><br>"When would I be starting?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 18:24:57</strong>
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				He watched her as she signed without waiting for an answer to her first question, so he skipped it, and moved to the second...<br><br>"If you'll note, on the first page, it states the start date being the first day of classes.&nbsp; I checked with my brother after we spoke on the phone, and he reviewed your status and assured me your application was in good order.&nbsp; Register for your classes, get through your first day, and instead of going home, come here afterwards.&nbsp; Don't pack too heavily - all you'll need is clothing for your times on campus.&nbsp; I'll provide you with everything else."<br><br>He picked up the papers, and then stood, gesturing her towards the doorway in a business-like fashion.&nbsp; "A pleasure meeting you Emma, I'm looking forward to spending time with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 19:09:52</strong>
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				Emma was so excited that she got the job, which meant she would get to go to college that she almost hugged the man, but she stopped herself as that would probably be inappropriate and he seemed the stiff and proper type. Probably why he was going to make her wear a uniform to work, oh well, no matter, any other job would require one most likely and this one came with tuition money.<br><br>She said her goodbyes and headed home. She spend the next few days going over course catalogues and setting up an appointment with her adviser to get her registration complete. When she got there, it all became real, because when she checked with the finance department, her courses were being billed to Glen. <br><br>Emma, after painful deliberation, settled on taking courses in history and literature, and because it was required in her first two years, a class in science and mathematics, which she had never excelled at. She packed up as much of her stuff as she could without going overboard and convinced one of her friends who had a car to pick her up after her first day of classes and drive her to Glen's house so she wouldn't have to lug her bags with her for half the day. <br><br>Finally the first day of classes arrived and Emma was as nervous as could be. She instantly fell in love with her history class as they would be focusing on the post civil war era which she knew a good deal about, and her literature class she knew would be a snap. The chemistry class would be hard she knew, but she'd manage, but the math class, that was going to give her some bad moments. The professor had a thick accent and spoke faster than she thought was possible. Her head was spinning by the time the hour was up. It wasn't for school that she was nervous, but for starting the new job. But she didn't have time to ponder that, it was time to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 20:30:23</strong>
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				He opened the door for her, let her come inside, then closed and locked the door.&nbsp; The three key-bolts each locked with a different key, and the keyring went into his pocket.&nbsp; He gestured her to follow...<br><br>Taking her through his study, which she'd seen before, she led him through the dining room, and into the well appointed kitchen.&nbsp; "I'll give you a quick tour, ending with your room."&nbsp; He told her.&nbsp; "As you can see, my study, the dining room and kitchen here, are on this main level.&nbsp; That door," he pointed at a heavy oak one with no knob, and only locks, "leads to the cellar.&nbsp; That is off limits unless I am with you."<br><br>Turning, he lead her up the first flight of stairs, which lead to a hallway that terminated in another set of stairs.&nbsp; He walked to the first doorway, and opened it.&nbsp; "This is your room.&nbsp; There is a bathroom attached."<br><br>The room was outfitted very simply.&nbsp; There was an oak bed with four short posts, a desk with two drawers and a lamp, and a small dresser.&nbsp; There was no television, or anything else - everything was very utilitarian.&nbsp; The attached bathroom had no door separating it from the sleeping and work area.&nbsp; It had a shower with a clear glass door, and a large tub.&nbsp; A small half wall had the toilet behind it, as well as a bidet.<br><br>"The other room on this floor is the laundry.&nbsp; You'll find all manner of cleaning supplies there also.&nbsp; The third floor is off limits unless you are with me, or I specifically instruct you to so something there.&nbsp; Now, unpack, put your cloths in the dresser, and change into your uniform.&nbsp; The bottom dresser drawer has several of them - you may choose whatever color you like for today.&nbsp; Then go to the kitchen and prepare my supper.&nbsp; You can use whatever you find in the pantry and fridge.&nbsp; I'll be in my study.&nbsp; You can find me there if you have questions, or need any clarification."<br><br>He turned and left, not giving her a chance to say anything, but with an unseen smile on his face.&nbsp; He wondered how she would react when she opened the bottom drawer.&nbsp; He'd always been a good judge of size, and he had no doubt they would fit his new girl perfectly.&nbsp; The uniform, of course, was nothing of the kind.&nbsp; It was what he wanted to see her in... silk camisoles and boxers, in white, red, blue, and tan.&nbsp; No socks, shoes, or stockings, just the undergarments...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 21:04:03</strong>
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				The whirlwind tour of the house left her with a few dozen questions though none of it had to do with the job itself, but more about the artwork she'd seen. A naturally curious mind, she knew it would be hard if not impossible to resist looking to see what was on the third floor but she couldn't, wouldn't risk her job or education by snooping. Not the best thoughts to be having on her very first day. <br><br>Her own room was relatively plain and she knew she'd have to do a little work on it to make it livable for herself. It needed some color, some decoration. There was no entertainment in it at all she noticed, no television, no stereo, though she could probably get the ones she'd had at home and haul it over here, but then again, this meant there would be no distractions for her studies either. <br><br>She took her time unpacking, already she knew she'd need to get a hanging rack since there was no closet in the room, some of her things were not meant to be folded into drawers.&nbsp; While he said he would take care of what she wore while here, she had a number of things for school, and of course, she didn't intend for school and work to be her life, she was a social person and enjoyed the game of dating.<br><br>When she was done she opened the bottom drawer and pulled out what she figured were left there by whoever his last maid was. Obviously a mistake. She made her way over to his study, and though the door was open she knocked lightly to get his attention.<br><br>"I'm sorry to bother you but, I didn't find any uniform in the bottom drawer, just some, I guess pajamas left by the last person"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 21:22:28</strong>
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				He lowered the book he was reading, and looked at her face poked through the door.&nbsp; He narrowed his eyes then, glaring at her, and in a firm tone, "Your instructions were clear.&nbsp; Follow them.&nbsp; Do NOT <em>EVER</em> come to me, and imply that I have made a mistake.&nbsp; Now go and do as you've been told."<br><br>His last sentence was just short of shouting, and he glared for must a moment more, then looked at his watch.<br><br>"You have five minutes."<br><br>He lifted the book again and returned to his reading, not giving the girl another glance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 21:41:31</strong>
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				"But I...but there was....I only meant....I...."<br><br>She couldn't have formed a coherent sentence at that moment if her life depended on it. The way he'd looked at her, and yelled at her shocked her. While Emma hadn't expected the transition here to be seemless, she hadn't expected that outburst either. Now what was she supposed to do? It dawned on her, after a few moments, that what she'd found in the bottom drawer had actually been the uniform he expected her to wear while in the house. <br><br>Emma wasn't shy and she'd certainly worn more revealing outfits at the beach, not to mention that one outing her and her friends had taken to the clothing optional beach where she'd opted out of them. Did this make him some sort of pervert though? She didn't have time to think about it, she couldn't lose her job on the first day because he wanted to see her go around in some skimpy outfit. <br><br>She really didn't know how he thought she'd be able to change and make his dinner in five minutes however, so figuring that he meant five minutes to get changed, she took it. Standing in front of the mirror she had to admire herself in the outfit. She wasn't vain, but the blue silk hung very nicely, clung in the right places and felt divine against her skin, she'd never worn silk before. She took her hair down and brushed it out letting it fall over her shoulders before she headed down to the kitchen. <br><br>It took her a few minutes to acclimate herself to the kitchen and where things were, not to mention aside from healthy foods, she really didn't know what he liked to eat, so she would have to wing it and hope he liked whatever she prepared for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 21:52:09</strong>
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				He chuckled to himself as he listened to the sounds from upstairs... she was going to take her entire five minutes, that was certain.&nbsp; But he heard her come down and pad her way into the kitchen - the sound of bare feet clearly distinguishable on the hardwood floors.&nbsp; He heard her begin to prepare supper.<br><br>Under the assumption she needed further guidance, he walked to the kitchen, where he stood in the doorway without entering.&nbsp; He pointed to a large cabinet...&nbsp; "You will find china, silverware, and trays there.&nbsp; I take my supper in the study.&nbsp; Accompany the meal with one glass of red or white wine from the cabinet there.&nbsp; Choose an wine appropriate for the meal, and make certain you store any open bottles in the proper way, I abhor waste."<br><br>He watched her for a moment or two longer, admiring her form in the flowing silk of the outfit.&nbsp; So far, she was responding nicely...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 22:03:20</strong>
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				She resisted the urge to point out that she'd already taken out a tray and dishes and silverware, Emma had a sarcastic streak that she knew she'd have to keep in check. He was her employer, and she knew regardless of what she wanted to say, you had to treat someone you worked for with respect, earned or not.<br><br>Emma had hoped to get through the process of cooking and getting everything together without needing to ask him any questions, but the truth was, she didn't know a thing about wine. She'd on occasion or two swiped some of her fathers beer, not that she enjoyed it really, but she didn't know which was appropriate for what or how it was stored. Probably better to ask than assume and be yelled at again. <br><br>"I'm not trying to be difficult here, really I'm not, but, I don't really know anything about what wine goes with what food or how its stored. I don't want to waste your wine, but I'm not sure what to do with it"<br><br>Why did she feel so awkward asking a simple question? Probably the outfit she was wearing. Her friends had told her the situation sounded far too good to be true, though again, a small outfit was a small price to pay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 22:37:14</strong>
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				"An acceptable question.&nbsp; For tonight, select from one of the two open bottles.&nbsp; The Chardonnay for fish, or the Merlot for meat.&nbsp; I will teach you more in the days ahead."<br><br>He watched a moment longer, enjoying the way her behind looked with the soft blue silk flowing over it.&nbsp; It was clear she still hadn't realized exactly what her situation was, but that would come soon enough...<br><br>He turned, and walked back to the study, and waited for her to bring his supper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 22:58:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he'd left she finished putting dinner together. It was easy enough to broil up a steak for him and found fresh vegetables in the refrigerator. Since she got the impression he was somewhat of a healthy eater, and she had seen no junk food in his pantry, she opted to steam them rather than cook them in oil or butter. <br><br>When she was done she had a full plate that she covered with one of the silver plate covers she found in the chest and took the wine out out. She started upstairs when she looked at the glass and realized she had made a slight error. The Merlot was the red wine, she'd poured the wrong one. Setting the tray down she took the wine glass to the sink and spilled it out, giving the glass a good rinse. She glanced at the door to make sure he wasn't there, after he'd made a point of saying he hated waste. She ran the disposal to make sure it was all gone before pouring a glass of the correct one and made her way upstairs with the tray. She knocked lightly on the door to the den still holding the tray.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:18:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He told her to come inside, and took the tray from her, placing it on the table next to him.&nbsp; Looking at the meal, he nodded.<br><br>"Acceptable for your first, however, I'll expect your creativity to improve as you continue to learn."<br><br>He pointed at the floor in front of him.&nbsp; It was hardwood floor like most of the home.<br><br>"While I enjoy my meal, we'll discuss some of the house rules.&nbsp; The first being, when you are in my presence, and not performing other work, you will kneel."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 01:42:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kneel? On the hard wood floor? Forgetting for a moment that it was the oddest request she'd ever heard for a housekeeper to have to do, she knew it would cause no small amount of discomfort to her knees. Of course, after a moment when that&nbsp; thought passed, and she berated herself for that being her first thought, she couldn't imagine why he would ask her to do that, but, again, she couldn't afford to lose the job and be stuck with a bill for four years of college she hadn't even attended yet. With that thought in mind she moved to where he'd pointed and knelt down with a puzzled look on her face. Somehow, she had a sinking feeling she wasn't going to like some of the house rules.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 15:11:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He began to lay them out for her, one by one.&nbsp; More would be added later, but she'd find out about those when the time was appropriate.&nbsp; The contract did specifically state that they were "subject to change at any time".<br><br>"What you are wearing now," he told her, "is how you will be dressed in this house.&nbsp; When your last class finishes, you have one hour to complete the shopping for the day, and come home.&nbsp; You will do NOTHING else.&nbsp; When you come home, you will place what you've bought on the kitchen island, go upstairs, change into your house clothing, and THEN put the groceries away.&nbsp; I expect my supper ready at 6pm each day.'<br><br>"You will address me with respect at all times.&nbsp; My title is 'Master'.&nbsp; If I ask you a question, you answer 'Yes Master,' or 'No Master'.&nbsp; If I tell you to do something, you acknowledge by saying 'Yes Master'.&nbsp; Violating any of my rules will result in punishment."<br><br>He paused for a moment, then administered his first test... "Do you understand what I've told you thus far? "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 16:19:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Was he kidding? Wasn't this a bit much for a housekeeper? She knew the job would be somewhat demanding, you don't pay someones entire college tuition without having high expectations, but, well there was no but, she could accept it, or she could leave. She looked at his face, his eyes, and knew he wasn't kidding in the least.<br><br>Emma recalled her first boyfriend who had always wanted her to call him the king when they were in bed, so really, she could handle this. She didn't care for the fact that her days would be planned out so rigidly though, she had planned on joining some of the groups on campus, do some of her studying at the library after classes, but apparently that wasn't going to be an option now. <br><br>Of course, once he got to know her, and saw that she was going to do a really good job for him, perhaps he'd ease up a bit, maybe this was how he weeded people out, made sure that the person he hired wasn't going to flake out on him.<br><br>"yes..umm..yes Master"<br><br>She felt utterly ridiculous saying that, but, more than she cared about sounding like that, she wanted her degree.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 17:35:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to her, as she spoke the words.<br><br>"Good.&nbsp; On weekdays, such as today, once my supper is prepared you may attend to your studies, make your own supper, plan the following day's shopping - whatever is necessary.&nbsp; Should you require assistance with your studies, you may seek me out.&nbsp; If I am in an open area of the home, such as this, you will kneel, lower your head, and address me respectfully.&nbsp; If I am upstairs, you will kneel at the base of the stairs until I come down and recognize you."<br><br>He waited a moment, letting that information sink in, then continued.<br><br>"Each morning, you will have my breakfast ready by 7:30am.&nbsp; The remainder of the morning is yours to do with as is necessary.&nbsp; When you are ready to leave for classes, you will change into your outside clothes, then find me.&nbsp; I will give you money for the days shopping, and let you out.&nbsp; I will expect a receipt, and matching change."<br><br>He paused again, then, "Do you have any questions regarding these expectations? "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 18:16:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma may not have been the sharpest girl in the world outside of her studies, but she wasn't an idiot either and she knew there was something 'very' off about this arrangement. Perhaps she should have read the contract a little more carefully and she could be sure she would have another look at it later. No wonder he couldn't go through an agency, what agency would send a woman to a job where her uniform was basically fancy undergarments and she was expected to act in the most subservient of manners. She was shocked, she was just simply shocked. But if she were going to be introspective, she would have to admit there was something, more that she felt, but she didn't quite know what that was yet. What she didn't feel, was the urge she should have felt to bolt from this household. Only one thing really bothered her that he'd said. <br><br>"I have one question, what do you mean you'll 'let' me out, will I not be given a set of keys to the house?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 20:50:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He scowled at her.<br><br>"Actually, that's two questions, but I'll answer them both with the same statement.&nbsp; During your initial training, I will control when you come and go, along with every aspect of your life in this house."<br><br>He paused, then added, seemingly as an afterthought "You will obey all instructions without question.&nbsp; Now, since you've no further questions, you may go.&nbsp; When you've completed your tasks for today, you may sleep.&nbsp; I suggest you begin in the kitchen, then move on to your schoolwork."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 21:19:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sensing that he considered the matter closed, she got up and left the room and went back down to the kitchen. While she cleaned up from her cooking, she was able to give everything a good once over in her mind. If he didn't lighten up just a bit, it was going to be a very long four years. <br><br>Emma wasn't used to anyone having this tight a control on her or her time. Her father was never around so she had always been left to her own devices. It was going to be a rough adjustment for her, but she'd manage, she had to. <br><br>When she had finished cleaning up she headed upstairs to her room. She realized as she went over her notes that she'd need to hit the bookstore the next day after classes. She glanced at the door and wondered if she should tell him now that she'd need the extra time the next day, and wondered if he knew her class schedule, and decided that she'd wait till the next morning to tell him. <br><br>Emma planned to take a hot shower and get a good nights sleep, she frowned when she saw that her bedroom had no lock on the door, the fact that there was no door to the bathroom was bad enough, but it seemed she'd be allowed no complete privacy here. With a sigh she went and took her shower and fell asleep within minutes of hitting the pillow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 15:56:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to her as she moved about the house, then heard the shower.&nbsp; Good, she was keeping herself clean.&nbsp; The overall silence let him know she'd turned-in for the night.&nbsp; He checked all the locks, made certain the house was secured, then turned-in himself.<br><br>Moving up the stairway, he passed her room, then went up again.&nbsp; The loft was his private space.&nbsp; At the top of the stairs, he turned, and activated a control on the wall... he could barely see the tiny beam of light at the lower half of the staircase in the dark.&nbsp; Half of him hoped she'd try to sneak a look up the stairs tonight, but that was doubtful.&nbsp; He cleaned up himself, and opted on a good night's sleep himself...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 17:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma woke up about a half hour before her alarm went off and for a few minutes she forgot where she was. She started to head downstairs to make some coffee which she would desperately need and got half way down the stairs when she looked down at herself. She had on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, which is normally what she wore to bed, but she remembered what Glen had told her about what she had to wear in the house. With a sigh she changed into the silk items she would become very familiar with wearing and headed back downstairs. <br><br>She didn't know if he was an early riser or not, only that he wanted breakfast by seven thirty, which gave her a little more than an hour. She settled in at the table with her coffee and she'd made herself a slice of toast to nibble at. She would have loved to sit outside and enjoy the morning, but all the doors were locked. What an odd man Glen was, but, she'd deal.<br><br>It occurred to her she hadn't a clue what he liked to eat in the mornings, did he like a large breakfast or lighter fare, she settled for something middle of the road and made him some eggs and toast. He hadn't told her to bring his breakfast anywhere, so she left it on the counter and headed back upstairs to shower and dress for school. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 20:49:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He waited for her to come back downstairs, taking the tray into his study.&nbsp; He nibbled the eggs.&nbsp; Not bad, but bland and simple, with a great deal of room for improvement.&nbsp; He'd allowed her to just sleep that night without further training, but tonight, she'd learn a few more things.&nbsp; He was actually surprised that she hadn't balked when he'd referred to her <em>training</em>, especially on connecting it with his requirement that she call him <em>master</em> and kneel in front of him - but then, she didn't seem all that 'worldly', so it would be interesting when she finally put all the pieces together.&nbsp; <br><br>As he heard her coming downstairs, he waited.&nbsp; She was going to have to ask him to open the door, and if she'd forgotten, the nonexistent doorknob would be an immediate reminder...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 21:53:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took her time to get ready for classes, her appearance had always been important to her. Emma learned at an early age when you came from the part of town she had lived in, you had to give off an image of better to be seen as better. She never left the house without every hair in place, she took her time doing her makeup to make it seem as if she was wearing none. She chose a casual but form fitting dress that she thought accentuated her curves nicely and pulled her hair back with a headband. She had the perfect girl next door look about her. <br><br>When she got downstairs she remembered that she wouldn't be able to leave the house without Glen unlocking everything for her. She made her way over to his study, besides, she needed to tell him she'd need more than one hour after her classes today and he was going to give her money for the shopping. She lightly knocked on the door to the study to get his attention.<br><br>"Excuse me Glen...I mean..."<br><br>This was going to be harder for her than she had thought.<br><br>"Master. I need to get going for my classes, would you please unlock the doors for me? Also, I have to get my books today, so I'll need more than an hour after class to get back"<br><br>Yes, it was going to be much harder than she thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 22:03:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently, he'd have the opportunity to put a few thoughts into her head before she went to classes...&nbsp; He turned to see her head poking trough the door, and motioned her in.<br><br>Adopting a stern tone, he admonished her, "I thought I was clear yesterday...&nbsp; You're to behave in a respectful manner, and poking your head through the door and talking in my direction is <em>NOT</em> respectful.&nbsp; When you want something, you come before me, kneel, and wait to be recognized."<br><br>His finger pointed at the floor in front of his chair...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 22:35:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted to protest, she wasn't dressed to be kneeling, it was one thing when she was wearing the so called uniform, but she was going to get dirty on the floor and she was dressed to leave. Her face was fixed into the perfect little pout as she walked into the study. Luckily her dress was short enough that she didn't have to worry too much about it getting dirty and she knelt down in front of him. Looking up at him, she waited for him to acknowledge her. They were not off to the best of starts she knew, and vowed to work on that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 23:01:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He made a point of ignoring her for almost a minute as he finished the last of his breakfast, and took a sip of coffee.&nbsp; When he saw her start to fidget, he put down his cup, and stared at her for a moment.<br><br>"Now, what is it that you want, Emma?", he asked her, as if her comments at the door had not at all been heard...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 23:14:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma glanced at her watch worried that this was going to make her late, well she had plenty of time, but she was always prompt and preferred to get to her classes a little early so that she'd be well prepared by the time it started. <br><br>"Well, as I was saying, I have to get to my classes and was asking if you would please open the door for me Gle...Master. Also, I umm..I need to go by the bookstore after my last class, so I'm going to need a little more than one hour today"<br><br>In her mind, she had to keep reciting to herself <em>college education, a free college education</em> which would make this worth it in the end. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 23:29:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking his head with clear dissatisfaction, he lectured her...<br><br>"You speak like a hyperactive child.&nbsp; Think about what you want to say, then say it politely.&nbsp; 'Master, would you be so kind as to open the door so that I may go to class ' is far more appropriate, and <strong><em>I</em></strong> will determine if you need additional time, not you.&nbsp; <em><strong>I</strong></em> determine what you need.&nbsp; Now, ask again..."<br><br>He folded his hands, looking down at her, and waited...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 01:32:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her jaw dropped a bit and her eyes went slightly wider than normal at the reprimand, which she didn't care for one bit as she didn't think she'd done anything or said anything out of line. She took a few deep breaths so that when she did speak and she did ask him to open the door for her, she did so in a way that would ensure he'd let her out because at this rate, she really would be late for class.<br><br>"Master would you please be kind enough to open the door for me, so that I can head to my classes? And if it would be alright with you, can I have some extra time this afternoon so that I can get the books required for those classes?"<br><br>She wondered how many people had come into this position and how many of them walked away with their degrees if any.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 04:26:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded.&nbsp; "Much better.&nbsp; As for the extra time, the answer there is 'no'.&nbsp; I have a copy of your schedule, and I will arrange for your books to be here by the time you return."<br><br>He studied her for a moment, perfect in the way she'd prepared herself - every hair in place.&nbsp; Perhaps, if she could dedicate the same level of attention to her duties, she would work out just fine.&nbsp; Her body, of course, was also well maintained, and he looked forward to enjoying that as well.<br><br>After a moment's pause, he continued, "Now, I assume you've planned ahead for tonight's supper, yes?&nbsp; How much money do you think you'll need for the shopping?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 14:46:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was only slightly put off that she wouldn't be allowed to shop for her own books, it would seem every minute of her time would be accounted for, but, she had agreed to this, she'd signed a contract, and Emma was a woman of her word when she gave it. <br><br>"I've never shopped in this area before, so I don't know what things cost here, but I did make a list"<br><br>She started to get up to go and get the list but stopped herself, she didn't have time to have to come back, and do it over again, so starting to understand what he wanted for the moment, she turned her attention back to him.<br><br>"Would it be alright if I went and got it so you can take a look at it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 15:27:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed, visibly disappointed.<br><br>"Next time, if there are multiple things to be discussed, then bring them all together when you come.&nbsp; I'm not fond of this back-and-forth confusion.&nbsp; If you expect to avoid punishment, then you'd best get organized.&nbsp; I assume you remember what you need to do tonight, but if you have questions about that ask now.&nbsp; Do not expect the leniency I've shown you thus far, to continue much longer.&nbsp; Now, unless there <em>are</em> questions, we'll go together to look at your list, I'll give you the shopping money, and you can get to class."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 15:53:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Where his sharp words had missed the mark, his look of disappointment hit the nail on the head. Emma had always strived to please others, she had never been able to please her father and had stopped trying years ago, so that spilled out into other area's of her life. <br><br>She was an A student, because it pleased her teachers, she dressed well and kept her appearance flawless, because it pleased her peers and she'd kept her intelligence to her studies and out of her every day life because it had always seemed to please the boys she'd dated. <br><br>There were four full years ahead of them, and already after only a day she was failing miserably and that was unacceptable to her mind. She would have to try harder, she wasn't afraid of punishment, mainly because she didn't know what that entailed, how much more restrictive on her time could he possibly be? But disappointment was something she didn't handle well, no matter how bizarre she thought Glen to be, she'd made a commitment and would strive to please him too.<br><br>"Master, I apologize, I promise, I'll be much more organized going forward"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 21:36:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded then. "Very good."<br><br>Standing, he walked to the kitchen, and gestured her to follow.&nbsp; He reviewed the list she'd left there on the counter, studied it for a moment, then gave her $100.&nbsp; Turning to the entrance door, he removed his keyring from a front pocket, and began to unlock it. <br><br>"Remember Emma, I expect your behavior tonight to be exemplary.&nbsp; Mistakes will not be tolerated like they were yesterday."<br><br>He pushed the door open, and the bright morning light cast inside...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 22:17:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma had a nine thirty class in history and then a long break till her second class,&nbsp; of the day at three.&nbsp; It would give her a good amount of time to hit the library for studying She had a choice between pre calculus and statistics, neither of which she wanted, but settled on the statistics class. She knew that one would give her some moments.<br><br>She stopped by a coffee cart after the first class and found herself talking to some people she'd met in the class. She'd had to bow out of their evening plans and offer of a study group, though she would have to talk to Glen about that, a study group was something that could really benefit her with her grades and the contract did state she had to maintain a certain average. <br><br>Her math class was a nightmare, she understood about a tenth of what he was going over and wondered if she'd be able to pass this one. She was grateful when it was over and a quick check to her watch told her that the class had run about ten minutes over schedule, which meant she had ten minutes less to shop and get home, she supposed that was home now, at least for the next few years. The small market was quaint but she'd found everything she'd needed and made certain she got a receipt before leaving. She arrived back at the house with about fifteen minutes to spare. This was a pace that was going to kill her in the long run. Without a key, she had to ring the bell and wait.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 22:29:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd seen her walking up to the step through the window, but waited until the bell rang.&nbsp; Standing, he walked to the door, and unlocked it.&nbsp; As it swung open inwards, he stepped back into the small hallway, and let her come inside.&nbsp; He stood ,however, in a calculated position such that he was blocking her way into the main part of the house.<br><br>He folded his arms across his chest, and simply waited.&nbsp; He hadn't reviewed with her exactly what to do when she first came in the door, and he was curious about what choice she would make....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 01:09:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had her books in a pack slung over her shoulder and she was balancing two grocery bags in her arms. The small store she'd gone to didn't use plastic bags, so there were no handles so when the door opened she was relieved that she'd get to put the stuff down. But now here he was, blocking her way looking at her almost expectantly.<br><br>Had she forgotten something? She went over their conversations in her mind as quick as she could, she knew where to leave the bags, to change, what time to have his dinner ready, she couldn't think of a thing that she was missing. Emma had a feeling pushing past him would be wrong, dropping the bags in front of him would label her a klutz and she could very well be out of a job. With a sigh she realized she'd have to ask him to move. She'd already made so many errors to his mind, that she thought of the most appropriate way to ask him, even if it made her feel ridiculous. <br><br>"Thank you for opening the door, can I go to the kitchen to put the bags down and start on my work please...master? <br><br>She hoped that would be sufficient, it was the most respectful way she could think of to say it. "Heavy bags, move move" are what the first thoughts in her mind were, she was glad she refrained from that course.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 01:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't terrible, he thought, but his title was clearly still an afterthought to her.&nbsp; That was something he'd reconcile over the weekend with absolute certainty.&nbsp; While he didn't want to interfere too much with her studies, he needed her to adopt at least respectable behavior.&nbsp; So he scowled, pointed to the floor, and took a slightly condescending tone.<br><br>"Put your things down, kneel, and say 'Good evening Master.&nbsp; Thank you for opening the door.&nbsp; This girl is ready to perform her duties.' "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 06:00:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was doing the best she could in unfamiliar territory, didn't that count for anything? She started to object a few times but the words got lost before they left her mouth. Resisting the urge to just drop the bags on the floor she moved a bit to the side and set everything down carefully so that nothing broke or made a mess. <br><br>Emma knelt down in front of him again and repeated the words he'd wanted to hear without any deviation from it. What more did he expect? Was he going to keep belittling every attempt she made to do as he wanted her to? She truly was trying her best, but obviously her best wasn't good enough yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 13:46:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched as she held back from acting out, then smiled to himself as she complied and repeated the words.&nbsp; Stepping forward, he reached down, and very gently pushed pushed down on the top of her head, as if guiding it.&nbsp; He spoke then, in a calm tone.&nbsp; <br><br>"When you are with me, and when you speak, keep your head down.&nbsp; There are two things that I demand above all others.&nbsp; They are obedience, and respect.&nbsp; I will not tolerate any failures with either of these.&nbsp; Although I do my best to reserve punishments for weekends so as not to interfere with your classwork, I have been known to make exceptions."<br><br>He paused for effect, then indicated the bags on the floor, "You may go upstairs and change, then come back and deal with these."<br><br>Stepping back, he made room for her to pass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 15:14:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she was upstairs in the privacy of her room, before she changed, she sat down on the bed and thought about what he'd just said. Hadn't she been obeying his every wish since she got here? Emma really didn't think she'd treated him with any kind of disrespect, though he certainly was finding fault with everything she did. She felt a few tears of frustration sting her eyes, but she wouldn't cry. <br><br>She changed into her 'uniform' and headed back downstairs. She picked up her bookbag first and hung it on the hook that was by the front door so as not to leave it in the middle of the floor and then got the grocery bags. She started putting things away before she ran back up to her room quickly and retrieved her laptop. If nothing else, she was going to get better at preparing meals, while he hadn't said anything, she knew she wasn't the best cook. Pulling a recipe or two offline and keeping it open on the counter she started to make his dinner. <em>Please let me do at least this right tonight</em> she thought to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 16:55:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she worked, he went to his study.&nbsp; Her first night had gone fairly well.&nbsp; This evening would be telling, however.&nbsp; It was one of those points where she'd either commit herself yet again, and take another step down the road, or she'd bolt.<br><br>In preparation, he retrieved the small back case he'd been keeping behind one of the locked cabinet doors by his desk.&nbsp; Inside was something a custom-made, and very expensive.&nbsp; One-of-a-kind.&nbsp; She wouldn't be the first to wear it, and likely not the last.&nbsp; Placing the case on the floor under his chair, he sat, picked up his book, and waited for her to bring his supper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 17:30:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma was able to get a little studying done while dinner was cooking. She'd already cleaned up the kitchen and was going to do a little dusting around the house, but everything was in such pristine condition, it wouldn't need to be done but every two days or so. It occurred to her that she didn't know what she was supposed to do when she brought him his dinner, did he expect her to sit at his feet again while he ate? Put the tray down and leave? She groaned inwardly at the thought of having him reprimand her yet again for not doing things to his liking, so, rather than assume, she'd ask.<br><br>She checked the oven again, making sure that nothing would burn she made her way over to his study. She walked in and knelt down at his feet. She started to look up at him, but then remembered the way he'd moved her head down earlier so looked at the floor and waited for him to say something. She wondered if this would ever get easier, for right now it was very difficult.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 21:29:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He waited a few moments after she came in, and finished his paragraph.&nbsp; Folding the ribbon into the book, he closed it and placed it on the table next to him.<br><br>Looking down, he smiled inwardly.&nbsp; The girl was learning - this was excellent progress.&nbsp; He took a moment to admire her body, draped in the silk outfit.&nbsp; When he spoke, his tone was bright.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello Emma.&nbsp; Did you have a question?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 21:54:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had to resist the urge to look up at him when she spoke, she was always one to look people in the eyes when she spoke to them, it had always been considered rude or disrespectful to look anywhere else, and now she had to get used to the exact opposite, but she'd manage it, she had to. <br><br>"I wanted to ask....I mean..."<br><br>Emma took a deep breath and stopped herself, she wasn't asking it correctly and she knew she needed to, so she started again.<br><br>"Master I had a question, I didn't know if there was anything specific you wished of me when I bring you your dinner"<br><br>She was biting her lip waiting for him to answer her, she thought she'd said it correctly this time, she hoped she had. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 14:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as the girl rephrased properly.&nbsp; A little at a time, he told himself.&nbsp; Perhaps she would be worth the effort.&nbsp; Nodding, he complimented her, "Very good Emma.&nbsp; You're learning.&nbsp; It's best to ask a question if you're not certain how to behave - rather than choose incorrectly and face unpleasant consequences."<br><br>"To answer your question, you are to bring the meal, then kneel off to the side and remain until I give you instructions.&nbsp; As always, you stay until you are dismissed.&nbsp; Once you are on your knees, standing again without permission will be severely punished.&nbsp; Is this clear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 15:35:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma certainly didn't care for the sound of that, so was very glad that she'd had the forethought to ask rather than assume, and she realized, she would have assumed incorrectly. <br><br>None of this seemed normal to her, none of this seemed appropriate either, and yet she was finding herself growing a bit accustomed to it, which was strange after only a day and half. But then she'd always been easily adaptable to her environments.&nbsp; She also couldn't deny the fact that when he'd been obviously happy with her choice to ask her question, it made her happy, almost feeling better about the entire odd situation.<br><br>"Its clear, yes. Master, if I don't check on dinner now, it'll burn, would you excuse me so I can check on it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 16:37:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He noticed immediately how her expression changed when he complimented her, and made a mental note.&nbsp; It was possible that she had a little natural submissiveness in her.&nbsp; Girls who seemed to "always have it all together" often made the best slaves.&nbsp; Either way, his opinion of her behavior was important to her, and not simply from a financial point of view.&nbsp; If it were only about money, her look would have been one of relief, not satisfaction.<br><br>Nodding, he gestured her towards the kitchen.&nbsp; "Yes Emma, you may go and continue your chores."<br><br>He watched her body as she stood... soft silk flowing over her breasts and hips... Once she knew and accepted the full measure of her new life, he wouldn't always have to keep a book in his lap when she was in the room either, he thought, chuckling to himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 18:10:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Back in the kitchen she managed to get everything off of the stove and out of the oven before it could be burned and ruined. She'd pulled a recipe off the net for a chicken dish in some sort of garlic sauce, it was an experiment at best, but it did smell good, she hoped it tasted good. <br><br>She took out the tray and set the plate on it, as well as a few other things he might need, utensils, a napkin, and a few season salts that the recipe recommended to serve with it. She was fairly certain he'd said that the white wine went with chicken so she poured a glass of that as well, grateful that it was already opened and this finished off the bottle so she wouldn't have to figure out how to store it, though she imagined it was just a recork and refrigerate to do so.<br><br>She made her way with it back to the study and set it down in front of him. As she did she realized how close to him she had to get, practically leaning over him to set it down, her hair lightly brushing him as she did. After it was set down she moved over to the side and knelt down again. She watched him as he looked at the food and found herself biting on her lower lip in anticipation, hoping he would like it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 19:17:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tasted the food.&nbsp; It was surprisingly good for her second attempt.&nbsp; It was clear from the first night, that she wasn't used to cooking anything complicated, but this showed promise, so he nodded to her.<br><br>"This is done nicely, Emma.&nbsp; Quite acceptable for a weeknight.&nbsp; To simplify your morning, leave the grocery receipt and change on the kitchen island, as well as your estimate for tomorrow, and I will have things ready so you can get to classes more quickly.&nbsp; You may go, finish your chores and do your schoolwork.&nbsp; Before you retire for the night, come and see me."<br><br>He waved his hand dismissively...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 19:53:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma was pleased that the food had been a success and realized she had practically been holding her breath and sighed in relief when she left the room. She headed back down to the kitchen and fixed herself a small plate of food and put it to the side before cleaning up the kitchen. She wasn't quite ready to settle down with her books yet so she looked over the small list of what area's of the house she needed to clean and what she needed to avoid and started her work.<br><br>When she was done, she got her backpack from the hook by the door, the small plate she'd fixed herself and headed up to her room with. She spent a few hours studying, which was made easier when she found the small stack of books on her desk for her classes as well as the supplemental books, the special calculator she'd needed for her mathematics course and all of the required reading for her lit class. Of course, the fact that they were on her desk only went to reinforce the idea that she really had no privacy here, and that bothered her slightly.<br><br>Around the time she was done, and practically falling asleep at her desk, she decided to call it a night. She grabbed the plate she'd brought up with her and went back down to the kitchen, washed it off and then set out to find Glen. She had almost walked into his study where he was and stopped, turned and went back to the kitchen. She was forgetting something, it took her a few minutes and she headed back to the kitchen and wrote out the list of what she'd need the next day and put her receipt and change on the kitchen counter for him. Then she went back to the study, walked in and knelt by his feet again, slowly she was becoming accustomed to that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 20:18:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up from the papers he was working on to see her there, quiet, respectful, and most delicious...&nbsp; He checked his watch, it was getting late.<br><br>"Emma... I take it you're turning in for the night.&nbsp; Very good.&nbsp; Be for you do that, I have something here for you..."<br><br>He took the case from under his chair, placed it on his lap, and opened it.&nbsp; He turned the box towards her so that she could see it.&nbsp; It was a metal band made from a bright silver metal, padded on the inside with leather.&nbsp; At the back, were a few links of chain, and in the front, a metal ring.&nbsp; A tiny silver padlock also had its own place in the box.&nbsp; She could see, however, there was a place for the key, which was not there, and the padlock had been opened.<br><br>He took the padlock from the box, then lowered it towards her "Your collar arrived from the fabricator this afternoon..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 20:38:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma's face went through several distinct phases. First curiosity as she peered down at it, than confusion, followed by a bit of understanding before the shock set in. She looked up at him and then back down at the collar. Was did he think she was going to do with that, not wear it. <br><br>"I....I don't think I understand"<br><br>But deep down she thought she did understand. What had she gotten herself into? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 20:51:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her react.&nbsp; The first thing he noticed, was that she did <em>not</em> to get up and run.&nbsp; Instead, she just knelt there staring at it with her face going through different expressions, ending in a stammer.&nbsp; Truth was, she wasn't as stupid as she seemed, but her reaction was a combination of being caught off-guard, and being in denial.&nbsp; He chuckled to himself.<br><br>"Actually, Emma, that would be 'Master, I'm sorry but I don't understand.'..." He paused a moment, then continued, "Personally, I think you understand completely, but I'll allow you the benefit of the doubt for the moment.&nbsp; Tell me, exactly <em>what</em> is unclear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 21:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked down again at the box he held and then back up at him, back down at the box, she wanted to ask him 'just what the hell do you think I'm going to do with that?' but thought that particular phrasing could lead to punishment that he'd said now a few times, or worse,&nbsp; to her dismissal of her position which she really didn't want to have happen.<br><br>Her mouth went completely dry when she tried to speak that she barely even heard his correction of her statement. Maybe he was right, she might very well be understanding his intent completely and all the little pieces started clicking together in her mind. He made her call him Master, he made her kneel at his feet, she couldn't even leave or enter the house without him, in essence, he was trying to turn her into his slave, in exchange for college. How many women did he do this too? What else would he expect of her if she took that? Was she really considering this? A sane person would have up and ran at this point, this is the part of the movie she thought, where the audience is yelling at the girl to stop being so dumb and get out, but she was still sitting, no, kneeling there. So lost in her thoughts she hadn't quite figured out how to tell him what she found confusing yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 21:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her change color no less than three times.&nbsp; Her completion went the gambit between bright red and ashen.&nbsp; He just watched her and smiled.&nbsp; He could see the little wheels churning inside her head...&nbsp; The realization that she was already mostly there, and now was the time to decide to run, or take that final step.<br><br>"I can see you're something at a lack for words.&nbsp; Since I don't intend to be up all night, " he glanced at his watch, "you have ten minutes during which you may ask any questions you like.&nbsp; After that you either put the collar on, or you leave in violation of your contract.&nbsp; If you can't manage to say anything coherent in that time, I don't much care.&nbsp; You can still put it on, or not."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 22:11:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded her understanding as she was still trying to formulate the words and questions she had. Leaving in violating of her contract was not an option for her, she would never be anything if she didn't have a degree. It was shocking to her that she'd barely resisted any of his demands before now, the kneeling, the schedule, how she addressed him, so why was this one last thing holding her back? She knew it was because of what it symbolized. She didn't know much about these things, but she knew enough.<br><br>"Well, I guess I do have a few questions, why didn't you mention this earlier or state it more specifically in the contract? What more will you expect from me if I do wear it and stay? Is it something you'd expect me to wear in public like at school, or just here in the house? I...I know I have other questions but...those are the ones I can think of right off...I still....it just...took me by surprise"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 22:24:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled out loud then, just a bit.<br><br>"I see you've found your voice.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; So, here are your answers.&nbsp; First, the contract was quite clear.&nbsp; If you were caught off-guard, it's only because you denied to yourself, the meanings behind the words.&nbsp; Next, I expect exactly what was in the contract - you will follow all my rules, obey my instructions, and do exactly as you're told.&nbsp; In a sense, for the duration of your contract, I <em>own</em> you, and I'll do with you as I care to.&nbsp; Lastly, once this collar is locked, it does not come off until your contract is over, or you leave in default."<br><br>He leaned down then, speaking in a lower tone, "Emma... I've watched you.. how quickly you've fallen into this role and how you've responded to me both when I've praised you, and when I've corrected you.&nbsp; Look deep inside yourself - there's a part of you that knew <em>exactly</em> what you were signing.&nbsp; You want this... I can sense it..."<br><br>Sitting back up, he looked at his watch... "Six minutes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 22:54:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If she were truly honest with herself, she didn't read between the lines of the contract because she didn't want to. It had been easier to ignore whatever implications there were and take the four years then to walk away because she had some doubts about it. <br><br>Another two minutes went by in relative silence while Emma sat there thinking about what he'd said. How had she looked or responded when he'd praised her? Did she really want this, and mostly, how was she supposed to ask the bigger question, biggest question she had about this. Take a deep breath and just ask it, that's how, she told herself, but it wasn't quite that easy. <br><br>"I think the only other question I really have is....okay, I don't know much about this type of thing, but, from what I do know.....are you going to expect me to....I mean you and I... I mean...."<br><br>She just couldn't say, she couldn't ask him outright if he expected her to sleep with him when she barely knew him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:07:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed again, clearly enjoying her discomfort...<br><br>"I understand exactly what you're trying to ask.&nbsp; The answer is yes.&nbsp; I <em>will</em> use your body.&nbsp; A slave pleases her Master, in all ways.&nbsp; You will go places you've never been.&nbsp; You'll feel things you've never felt.&nbsp; Sometimes, it will be painful, and other times... not at all.&nbsp; Make no mistake, it will not be easy.&nbsp; But then, nothing worth having is ever easy, is it Emma?"<br><br>Another glance at his watch... "Three minutes left, Emma..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:15:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma knew the answer before she had asked the question, so his answer didn't shock or surprise her as it probably should have. Why, she asked herself, why was she still sitting here? How many times could she ask herself the same question before she'd come up with the answer?<br><br>"If I take that, if I stay, will you give me time before....to get to know you better?"<br><br>The truth was, she knew next to nothing about him, he wasn't one for sharing anything more than he absolutely had to tell her, but could she do that? Stay here, in that position, subject to everything they'd just discussed, and not know him better? He was right about one thing though, the idea of this, it did more than intrigue her, in a way, it spoke to her in a way she hadn't heard before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:28:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled....&nbsp; She was looking for a reason to <em>NOT</em> put the collar on, while at the same time, trying to justify to herself, her own desire to wear it.&nbsp; "You will do what you're told to do, when you're told to do it.&nbsp; I don't operate on a time-line.&nbsp; Either you are a slave, or you're not.&nbsp; There is no in-between."<br><br>He leaned down again, and with the quiet tone he'd used before, "Part of what excites you, Emma, is the uncertainty of what's to come.&nbsp; It's like getting on a roller-coaster for the first time.&nbsp; You don't know where the hills and dips are... you don't know how the curves will feel.&nbsp; But you get on anyway, don't you... and when they <em>lock</em> you in the car, you can't wait for it to start, can you?"<br><br>"One minute Emma... "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 01:00:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One minute, she had one minute left to essentially decide the rest of her life, for the implications of either decision would stay with her forever. If she left, she'd leave in debt she'd never be able to repay, with no education, and without knowing if this was truly something she desired or if it was the unknown she found exciting. If she stayed, she stayed as....could she even say it? as his slave, property, but she'd come out of it with a full education and maybe, just maybe, a little more self awareness as well as knowing that she had the courage to face anything life threw at her. How could she decide that in one minute?<br><br>She put her hand out and ran it across the silver collar, in her mind she could actually hear the ticking sound of precious seconds going by while she made her choice. It worried her that those outside this house would see it and know what it was, how would she bear that? Of course to most it&nbsp; would just look like a silver choker, but she would always know, if she said yes that is. No, not if, when, she realized she was going to take this jump though it scared her more than she could say, but excited her all the same.<br><br>"I want to stay"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 05:48:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew, as soon as her fingertips brushed the collar, that she'd come to terms with things.&nbsp; When she said the words 'I want to stay', he nodded and simply replied "Of course you do."<br><br>He took the collar from its case, and held it out, along with the little open padlock.&nbsp; "The padlock goes at the back of your neck and the ring in front.&nbsp; As a signal of your acceptance and submission, <em>you</em> will lock the collar, say a proper 'thank you', then stand up facing me with your hands at your sides."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 14:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma's heart was still racing as she took the collar from him. <em>oh god, what am I doing? Am I crazy?</em> were the thoughts running through her mind, but another part of her mind silenced the first. She put it around her neck, it wasn't tight or uncomfortable, but almost as if it had been made specifically for her, the padding on the inside would keep it comfortable. She brushed her hair to the side so it wouldn't get caught in the lock, holding her breath she snapped the lock down, and realized her fingers were actually trembling a bit.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you master, for...for answering all my question and for this"<br><br>Her fingers slid across the collar that now adorned her neck, it felt heavy she realized now, not uncomfortable, but heavy. Slowly she got to her feet in front of him and she moved her hand from her neck back down to her sides.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 15:17:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He simply nodded, almost expressionless as she stood in front of him.&nbsp; The silk of the top hung from her breasts, blending over her belly, a little of which peeked out before the shorts began.<br><br>"Very good Emma.&nbsp; Now... ", he paused for dramatic license... "since I own your body, it's about time I examined it more completely.&nbsp; Show me my property..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 15:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"show you your....."<br><br>It sunk in after a moment what he was telling her to do, he wanted her to take her clothes off. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she stood there. How could he expect her to do that when she'd only known him too days. <br><br>If she didn't do this, she knew there would be consequences and she wasn't ready to find out what kind yet, but at the same time, she was having a hard time bringing herself to strip in front of him. Of course, she'd worn less at the beach than the undergarments she had on under the silk 'uniform' he made her wear. <br><br>Closing her eyes she slipped the silk top off and then the bottoms as well. While she was still covered up a good deal, she held the silk garments she removed in front of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 16:45:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes became suddenly dark... He stood, reached forward, and grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it in his fist, and pushing her back down.&nbsp; With the other hand, he tore the silk garments from her hand, and waved them in front of her face.<br><br>In a louder voice, he spoke to her harshly... "Did you find that underwear you have on, in the drawer with these? "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 17:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It all happened so fast that Emma was practically stunned into silence, though she couldn't help but cry out when he twisted her hair and pushed her. What had she done wrong? She really didn't understand his sudden outburst of anger until he spoke again. <br><br>He'd never said she shouldn't or couldn't wear anything underneath the silk pieces. Why would she have ever thought that would be wrong? She never went without wearing something underneath. <br><br>"No...but I didn't know I couldn't...I..you never said...."<br><br>Her voice was trembling a bit both from being a bit scared now and because he'd yet to let go of her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 17:42:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Twisting just a bit firmer, he held them up again, moved them just a bit closer into her her face.<br><br>"Do these look like something that requires underwear?"<br><br>He didn't wait for an answer, instead he dropped the silks to the floor, let go of her hair, and grabbed her firmly by the arm.&nbsp; Pulling her, he walked purposefully in the direction of the kitchen, and towards the basement door...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 17:57:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was certainly not what she expected when she took the collar, she tried to apologize as he dragged her along, she tried to tell him she wouldn't wear them again, but he wasn't hearing any of it, and just kept walking and that gripped her with a sensation of fear. <br><br>When she saw they were headed to the basement, a room she had been told she wasn't allowed in she became not just scared, but confused. Was he going to lock her in the basement over night for wearing underwear? She felt tears hit her eyes and she couldn't stop it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 19:27:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding her with one hand, he took the key from his pocket, and unlocked the door, opening it.&nbsp; The stairway was wide enough for only one and he pushed her in front of him.<br><br>"Downstairs..." he told her.&nbsp; "And stop at the bottom."<br><br>Turning on the lights, she could see what was at the bottom of the steps - a space he'd built and expanded over many years.&nbsp; A smooth cement floor, and a short corridor that ended in another doorway.&nbsp; To the left and right were a pair of sliding jail cell doors that he'd acquired at a public auction.&nbsp; He'd painted them black.&nbsp; The two cells he'd built there had cinder-block walls and ceiling, with cement floors.&nbsp; Both were completely empty - no bed, no latrine... nothing, and only one small light recessed into the ceiling of each...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 19:54:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She held on with a death like grip to the banister as she walked down the narrow set of stairs to the bottom. When she saw the two cells on either side, that were completely barren, her eyes went wide and it took all the willpower she possessed not to bolt up the stairs, she'd never been good with small spaces. <br><br>The entirety of this seemed so unfair to Emma, she truly didn't think she'd done anything wrong. He had never told her not to wear anything under the outfit, she was sure of that. Her nerves were definitely getting the best of her as she waited at the bottom of the stairs for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 23:03:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as he was down, he took hold of her arm again, and with the other hand, slid open one of the cell doors, pushing her roughly inside.&nbsp; Standing in the opening, he spoke to her sternly,&nbsp; "If I'd given you a uniform that consisted of jeans and a t-shirt, I'd have expected something underneath... But these? ",&nbsp; he waved the silks again for effect, "I expected you to know better.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, give me everything else you've got on - jewelry, hair pins, whatever.&nbsp; The only thing I want to see inside that cell is your body, and the collar around your neck.&nbsp; Is that clear? "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 23:25:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Master please, please don't lock me in here, I..I..I should have known better, it wont happen again, ever, I'm sorry, please"<br><br>She was begging and it was a lowering feeling to her, but it was better than being locked up in a cell as if she were a criminal. Not wanting to make it worse for herself however, she pulled the clip from her hair and slid off the various rings and ankle bracelet she had on before closing her eyes and removing her bra and panties. <br><br>She was mortified and shaking lightly both from standing there with nothing on, and for fear of being stuck down there. She held her hands out to him for him to take the items she'd removed, her eyes imploring him not to leave her down there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 00:06:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched as she undressed, his eyes going over her body.&nbsp; It was well cared for, that was certain.&nbsp; And her form and proportions were very much to his liking.&nbsp; As she begged, he simply smiled to himself.&nbsp; 'Master' came first this time, but then, the last thing she wanted to do was make him any more angry.&nbsp; At least, she was thinking.<br><br>He took the jewelry from her, along with her underthings.&nbsp; He placed them on the steps, then stepped forward and without warning, took a handful of her hair again, twisted it as before, and pushed her downwards.<br><br>"Be grateful Emma... Be grateful you're still on <em>this</em> side of the door,"&nbsp; he gestured with his free arm to the door across from the bottom of the stairway.&nbsp; A moment later, that same free hand went down, and he took hold of her right breast, giving it a squeeze, "Tonight, I want you to think long and hard... remember, with every breath you take, that you are my property.&nbsp; Your body belongs to me now."<br><br>Letting go of her, he stepped back, and slid the barred door closed.&nbsp; She could hear the lock engage with a loud click...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 01:41:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she heard&nbsp; the lock click closed, Emma couldn't help the flow of tears that came. Was he really going to leave her down here all night? She tried again to plead with him to let her out, not to leave her down there, but her pleas fell of deaf ears. When her tears finally subsided, she realized she wouldn't sleep a bit that night, which would make her classes the next day interesting to say the least in trying to stay awake for them, for how could she sleep when the ground was cement, even clothed that would have been uncomfortable, with nothing on, impossible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 16:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He left her then, and at the top of the stairs, turned off the lights.&nbsp; He'd experimented with complete darkness and bright light as well, settling finally on a lighting scheme that seemed to do the best job at keeping things feeling cold and dark while still making enough light for the occupant of the cell to see.&nbsp; A sense of both confinement and vulnerability was what he was after.<br><br>When the main lights went out, Emma found herself mostly in the dark.&nbsp; A faint yellow light came from the recessed box in the ceiling of each cell.&nbsp; As her eyes became accustomed to the dark condition, she found that she could see fairly well.&nbsp; And she could hear too, as the locks at the top of the steps slid closed, and she was alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 17:30:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma practically jumped when she heard the locks click into place upstairs. He had really left her, left her alone in this small cell. She couldn't stop the flow of tears that followed and the anxious feeling that came over her. She hated small spaces, she wasn't claustrophobic in the strictest sense, but it gave her some bad moments. <br><br>She sat down on the ground and found it was colder than she would have thought it to be. She pulled her knees to her chest for comfort and warmth and sat there. She hated him in that moment for leaving her there like that, she'd made a mistake but nothing she thought that deserved this. She was awake throughout the night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 23:24:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upstairs, he finished the chores for the evening, and prepared Emma's tasks for the following day, along with a small shopping list, and appropriate cash.&nbsp; Before he retired for the evening, however, he went to her room, and searched through her things - removing every last bra or pair of panties.<br><br>At about five in the morning, he ventured back downstairs to find her still awake, huddled in a corner.&nbsp; He looked down at her, a sad expression on his face, as he unlocked the cell door, and reached out his hand...<br><br>He spoke to her in a calm and welcoming tone, "This punishment is over Emma.&nbsp; It's unfortunate that we had to do this on a school night, but it's important we deal with certain things right away.&nbsp; You may spend the rest of the morning in your room.&nbsp; You're excused from cooking breakfast, and for tomorrow evening's meal so that you can catch up on sleep and your schoolwork - unless, of course, you wish to repeat the punishment..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 23:51:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma looked up at him and then to the hand he'd held out to her. She wanted to stand up without his help, get as far away from him as she could, but she also knew doing so would be petulant and likely not help her situation any. If she didn't accept this, then she had the option of leaving, but that was no option at all for her, she felt stuck. She felt this punishment as he'd called it was out of line, she'd not done anything deliberately wrong, she hadn't actively or knowingly defied him. Emma had always had a good sense of what was fair or just, and this was not it.<br><br>She swallowed her pride though, she truly didn't wish to be stuck down here any longer than was necessary and took his hand and got to her feet. Her arms were folded over her for warmth more than modesty at this point. Emma wasn't entirely sure if she should walk past him to go upstairs, say something to him first, wait till he went upstairs, this was all so new and now terrifying for her. What had she gotten herself into she thought, as she stood there lost in her own mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 02:35:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her a moment, delighted in her naked form.&nbsp; Gently, he rubbed her back and guided her up the stairs.&nbsp; "I'm proud of how you've handled your first punishment Emma.&nbsp; I can see by your expression, that you're still a bit confused, and that's understandable.&nbsp; You are expected to anticipate my needs.&nbsp; You can use the extra time this morning, to think about how you failed in that based on how you chose to dress.&nbsp; Consider also, that when you complete a punishment it is over.&nbsp; There will be nothing further, as I consider the mater closed."<br><br>As they came up from the basement, he locked the door behind him.<br><br>"Go upstairs now.&nbsp; When you are ready to leave for classes, you'll find me in my study.&nbsp; At that point I'll answer a question or two, if there's time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 03:43:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alone in her room, Emma checked her schedule for classes and reset her alarm in case she fell asleep. As it was the morning and she was freezing from a night in the basement sitting on a concrete floor, she went into the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as she could get the water to go. She let the hot water pour over her for what seemed an eternity before she slid to the floor of the shower and cried. In a few short days she'd managed to sign over and give up her basic freedoms, essentially who she was, and what was worse, she was failing miserably at it, and she didn't understand how.<br><br>After about twenty minutes in the shower, when her skin started to&nbsp; prune, she got out of the shower and dried off, still wrapped in a towel she crawled under the covers of the bed and fell asleep until the alarm sounded. She felt as if she were still in a dream. After a night of no sleep in an uncomfortable position, she was sluggish and bleary eyed. As she got dressed she realized that all of her undergarments were gone. She knew he had to have taken them and was anything but pleased about it. She couldn't go out in public like that, if she went to classes without a bra on, well that was just trashy. She wanted to storm into his study and demand her things back, but luckily cooler heads prevailed as she got to the door, choosing instead to walk in and kneel as she'd been instructed to. Perhaps if she asked for them back, it would be easier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 17:37:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled down to her as she knelt quietly.&nbsp; "Your shopping tonight will be very light, and I've arranged for some supper to be brought in.&nbsp; When you come home this evening, you can put those few groceries away, plan for tomorrow, do your classwork and such.&nbsp; Before bed, of course, you will check back with me."<br><br>Waiting just a moment, he gauged her expression and demeanor.&nbsp; She still hadn't fully accepted the punishment, but that would come in time.&nbsp; "I told you earlier, I would answer some questions if there was time.&nbsp; You may ask, if you wish."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 18:06:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma didn't feel like being polite just then, she didn't feel like calling him Master just then, what she felt like doing was throwing a fit that he had taken her things. She also knew if she did that, it was highly likely he would lock her in the basement again or worse, so she bit back the harsh words she had in her mind and tried to keep the defiant look off of her face.<br><br>"I only have one, where are the rest of my clothes? I cant go to school or out in public without them, its low class and trashy"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 20:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He frowned then shook his head, speaking in a stern, yet gentle tone,&nbsp; "That's not a polite way to ask a question now, is it Emma?&nbsp; I thought we went over this before, and I'm certainly not wishing to punish you again just because you're not addressing me properly.&nbsp; I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume your mistake is caused by lack of sleep and general confusion, which I'll forgive this one time.&nbsp; Now, I'll let you ask again..."<br><br>He gestured to her with an open hand, waiting for her to speak once more...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 20:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The last thing she wanted or intended to do was get herself into a worse situation, and while she still felt the entire thing highly unfair, she knew lack of sleep was a factor in her current mood. She made an effort this time to lighten her expression, as she knew she was one of those people whose every thought was written over their faces.&nbsp; She took a few deep breaths before she spoke again, thinking her words over in her mind before she spoke them this time.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I guess I am tired. Master the question I have is, can I please have the rest of my clothes back so that I can wear them to school, I promise I wont wear them again inside, only what you gave me"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 23:20:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to her, "Much better.", then he grinned, bent down, and slipped a finger through the ring at the front of her collar, giving it a very slight yank - not a forceful one, but more a gentle reminder of its presence.<br><br>"You're going to classes wearing a slave's collar.&nbsp; Do you really think anyone will notice the lack of underwear?&nbsp; You can't tell the panties aren't there, and if a few men stare at your tits... well... that's a good thing.&nbsp; If anyone asks you why you're bra-less, and wearing a collar, you can tell them that your Master requires it of you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 02:00:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma's cheeks turned bright red at the crass manner in which he'd stated that. He wasn't wrong about the collar, at first she thought that she could pass it off as a choker, a nice eccentric silver necklace, but the ring on the end of it, there was no question what it was. She didn't think it was wise to mention that she would be throwing a scarf over it once she was out, she had several that went with many of her outfits. <br><br>The idea of walking around without those items mortified her, especially the bra, it would be too obvious that she wasn't wearing one and people would think very poorly of her, but it didn't seem as if she had a choice and something told her to drop the subject, and a quick glance at the clock told her she was going to be late if she didn't get going. <br><br>"Master I dint believe I have time for any other question just now, would you please open the door for me so I can head to my classes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 14:01:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood then, and gestured her to follow as they walked through the kitchen to the door, which he unlocked.&nbsp; Before he moved aside to let her pass, however, he reached forward again, and stroked her cheek gently with his hand.&nbsp; "Think on this today, Emma.&nbsp; Things may not make a lot of sense yet, but give yourself time to evaluate how you feel, and how being here makes you feel.&nbsp; You're not the only one to have come through these doors and each one had her difficulty at first.&nbsp; But they succeeded both in their education, and life here.&nbsp; I have no doubt that you will as well."<br><br>That said, he stepped back and let the door open.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 15:49:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There were a thousand thoughts running through her mind just then, but she didn't have the time to talk about them, and if she had, she wasn't at all sure she would. She walked past him and out the door, making her way to the school. If she could manage to stay awake through her classes it would be a miracle.<br><br>Before she arrived at school she fixed the decorative scarf around her neck in a way that went with her outfit and covered up the collar rather well. If nothing else, her fashion sense would work in her favor here. Emma was feeling highly self conscious regarding what she wasn't wearing, the lack of sleep and that fact were making it difficult to concentrate. By the time her first class ended, she realized she hadn't taken but a quarter page of notes.<br><br>"Too much partying, or not enough?"<br><br>"Excuse me?"<br><br>"Sorry, I noticed you were a little distracted in class there, I'm Jason. Listen some of us are going to be starting up a study group, maybe you'd be interested?"<br><br>"I'm Emma, and thanks I'll think about it, I better go, back to back classes today"<br><br>She held her books to her chest the entire time they spoke, so as not to draw any unwanted attention, and hurried off to her next class.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 18:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He considered her as she went off to her classes.&nbsp; She was definitely not stupid - her high school grades and easy admittance to the university had proved that.&nbsp; Yet she seemed very unsure of herself.&nbsp; Perhaps, he thought, all the primping, makeup, and extensive wardrobe she had were compensating for a little lack of self esteem, or maybe self doubt.&nbsp; Still, he thought, she'd eventually settle in.&nbsp; Once she actually embraced her situation and relaxed, things would go much easier for her.<br><br>He wondered how she'd deal with the collar, and perhaps, the questions that might come up.&nbsp; Hopefully, at some point, she'd be proud to say that it was a gift from her Master - but at the moment he was certain she was still embarrassed by it.&nbsp; "No matter", he thought, "all things in time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 19:53:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time her last class was done and the small shopping she needed to do was finished, Emma felt as if she were walking around in a daze. It wasn't just the lack of sleep, she was young, could handle the occasional sleepless night, it was the emotional rollercoaster she had been on the night before that led to the sleepless night that was weighing on her. <br><br>She knew she had to resolve her feelings on what was happening in that house, she just didn't know how. She had agreed to it, made the choice, but would she have made the same choice if the alternative was not financial ruin? She just wasn't sure.<br><br>Eventually she made her way back to the house, slipping the scarf off and putting it in her bag as the house came in sight. Idly she wondered if he'd ever give her a key. She certainly hoped he would if he were ever gone for a period of time, it was quite a fire hazard otherwise. Then she realized she had far too many thoughts at times and none of them seemed to meld together. Finally she rang the bell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 00:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He opened the door with a bright smile.&nbsp; "Welcome home Emma," <br><br>He could see from her expression that she was still uncomfortable and confused, so he didn't press her about her day.&nbsp; Instead, he just moved aside to let her pass.<br><br>"Go on up and get yourself settled and changed, then come find me in the den.&nbsp; We'll have a brief chat, then the evening will be mostly yours to do as you like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:43:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma made her way into the house and put the grocery bags down on the kitchen counter before heading back up to her room. Once upstairs she closed the door and slipped out of her school clothes and changed into the silk garments provided, this time with nothing else on underneath, of course she couldn't have if she had wanted to since he'd taken them all, she mused. <br><br>In front of mirror she gave herself a good long look while she brushed her hair out. Her eyes couldn't help but focus on the collar she now wore. She hadn't been given the opportunity the night before and she was too rushed in the morning to get ready for her classes, but now she could stand there and just look at it. It was heavy, maybe it supposed to be heavy, and she wondered if she'd made the right choice in accepting it. <br><br>Figuring she'd spent enough time getting changed, and not wanting to incur his anger if she kept him waiting too long, she made her way to his study. She walked into the room and knelt where she was supposed to and waited, and wondered if she'd ever get used to this, well she had four years to figure that out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 03:52:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as she knelt, the collar catching the glint of the lamplight.&nbsp; He put down his book and studied her quietly for a few moments - waiting just long enough for her to begin to fidget slightly.<br><br>"Now that you've had a day to recover... to think.&nbsp; I'm sure you have a few things you want to ask.&nbsp; With that in mind, I'll answer your questions up until supper arrives."<br><br>He gestured to her with an open hand, clearly opening the door for her to speak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 16:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So many questions went through her mind, she wasn't sure though if she could articulate them in any way that he would deem acceptable. When she started to speak she had to stop herself and remember to address him properly, the very last thing she wanted or could handle would be to do something wrong again, and end up another night in the basement. <br><br>"Thank you Master, I do have questions, I just...I'm not quite sure how to phrase them. I guess...I don't really understand what you expect from me, I don't want to do something that's going to make you mad again, I don't, but I also don't know what I'm..I don't know, I think....."<br><br>The night before had thrown her so completely she had never expected the reaction he'd had when she didn't see as she'd done anything wrong. Her words trailed off, she knew she wasn't being clear in what she wanted to say, coming across as rather dim, but she was out of her comfort zone with this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 16:29:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, indicating his understanding of her broken banter.<br><br>"This Emma, is a learning process.&nbsp; You make a mistake, you learn a lesson.&nbsp; It's very simple.&nbsp; Let's see if we can solve your confusion with a little question and answer hmm?"<br><br>He paused a moment, then continued.<br><br>"So, first things first.&nbsp; Tell me, " he reached forward, and brushed her collar with a fingertip.&nbsp; "What are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 16:46:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wasn't entirely sure she knew what it was, she was supposed to have learned the night before, other than to fear him a bit. She knew she'd made a mistake, but it had been unintentional, nothing of this had been explained to her, she supposed that's where her confusion came in.<br><br>When he asked her what she was, she knew what he wanted her to say, she just didn't know if she could say it. She'd accepted a slaves collar, she'd agreed that he was her master, which of course would make her a slave, his slave, but she didn't think she could say it, though she didn't have much choice. Ignoring his question she believed, would not go over well, so when she spoke, it was barely audible, 'a slave' was all she was able to get out, and her cheeks colored as she'd said the words.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 07:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled down at her.&nbsp; "That's right.", he said.&nbsp; "It's a slave's duty to anticipate and learn her Master's likes, needs, and desires."<br><br>He paused then, and continued...<br><br>"What a slave should NEVER do, is try to find ways around what her Master obviously intends.&nbsp; For example," he paused, "wearing underwear underneath clothes that are clearly meant not to have underwear beneath them."<br><br>He paused again... then leaned forward and stared directly in her eyes.&nbsp; He spoke slowly, pronouncing each word carefully, so as to maximize its impact, "or using scarves to cover up what her Master intends for other to see..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 18:09:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma's eyes widened just a bit, how did he know she'd done that. She was wise enough not to try and deny it, there would be no point and Emma was not a liar in any case. She felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach, what she wore under the clothes he'd given her had been unintentional, wearing the scarf to cover the collar had been. She was embarrassed to be seen in it and didn't want to face stares or questions from others. <br><br>"Master, I...I'm sorry"<br><br>There was nothing more than that she could say. She wouldn't humiliate herself further by trying to think of excuses he wouldn't want to hear. She found however, that she was unable to keep looking him in the eyes and her gaze fell downward and while she wouldn't ask, she was more than curious as to how he knew she'd worn the scarf.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 22:15:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her expression... her eyes as they took in the fact that he knew things.&nbsp; He gave it a moment, then responded.<br><br>"Of course you are Emma.&nbsp; Of course you are.&nbsp; But being sorry isn't quite enough I'm afraid.&nbsp; It's a start, however.&nbsp; At least you realize that it wasn't right to do."<br><br>He watched her then, her lowered head and downcast eyes were telling. She wasn't angry that she was caught, but more "disturbed".<br><br>"Tell me Emma... was walking around all day long hiding something, a pleasant thing to do?&nbsp; It must have been uncomfortable - like walking about after telling a lie and expecting to be caught at every turn."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 00:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wasn't quite sure how to answer that. She did know he wouldn't have approved of it, or let her wear the scarf, or she wouldn't have felt the need to take it off a block away from the house, though he was wrong in his assessment of what it was like, she'd never actually expected to be caught.<br><br>"no Sir it wasn't, it didn't feel good, I'm not a liar and it felt like I was"<br><br>If it was possible, her gaze fell even lower, Emma had prided herself on being an honest person. She was never going to be the easy around people con artist her father was, and she had never wanted to be. Her looks and her sense of honesty were the only two really decent things about her she'd always thought, it was what she had to offer. It may not have been much, but it was who she was, so at least she was able to be honest when she said it hadn't felt good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 11:02:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and watched watched her expressions and movements for a few moments.<br><br>"The collar you wear shouldn't be hidden.&nbsp; It is an expression of a commitment - your commitment to me, and mine to you.&nbsp; A symbol that you serve Me, and I care for your well being.&nbsp; You should be proud to display it.&nbsp; If someone asks you about it, you should tell them that you wear your Master's collar with pride.&nbsp; There is no shame in being a slave.&nbsp; It took great courage for you to lock that collar around your own neck."<br><br>He paused again... then stroked her hair gently, speaking in a calm, nurturing tone.&nbsp; "Your first punishment was a lesson, both to highlight your need to anticipate my wants, and to give you a taste of what punishment is.&nbsp; Punishment carries no weight if you do not fear it."<br><br>Her hair felt good in his fingers, and he watched her kneeling form - the soft satin of her "uniform" flowing over her body in a most delightful way.&nbsp; After a moment, he pulled himself back, and relaxed in his chair.<br><br>"Today, you hid your true self knowing I did not want that AND, by hiding it, you essentially lied about yourself to those around you.&nbsp; Now, Emma, tell me - based on all you have already learned, and what I have said to you today - do you think you should be punished for this? "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 15:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way he stroked her hair took her by surprise, she hadn't expected something so gentle from him. After the night before, she wondered if he was capable of it. Of course, she'd only been there a few days and she was starting to see that the man was much more complicated than she'd originally thought. <br><br>She listened to all he had to say about what the collar meant, what she'd taken on when she agreed to this, what his responsibility was. It was something she thought, that should have been explained in more detail to start with, but the longer he talked, and the fact that he had stayed calm, almost soothing, made her feel all the more ashamed that she'd been ashamed. <br><br>How to answer his question though, if she said yes, if she could even bring herself to say yes, well she truly didn't want another punishment, if she said no, he could easily say she was lying again. It was a sticky question so she decided to stick to what suited her best which was honesty. All she was able to do was whisper a yes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 16:37:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to her, and said simply, "Good."<br><br>It was at that moment, that the doorbell rang.&nbsp; He sighed, leaned back, and took on a more matter-of-fact tone.&nbsp; "I suppose, that ends our discussion for the time being.."&nbsp; he reached into his pocket and took out the key to the front door, holding it forward for her to take.<br><br>"Go answer the door - it will be our supper.&nbsp; Prepare me a plate and bring it as you would my dinner.&nbsp; You may make a plate for yourself as well.&nbsp; The rest of the evening is yours to do as you wish - just be certain you plan for tomorrow's breakfast and shopping."<br><br>He paused for just a moment, then finished.&nbsp; "Since today is Thursday, I will not punish you on two weeknights in a row.&nbsp; On Friday night, you will receive ten strokes as punishment for your actions today.&nbsp; Return here before you retire for the evening, as always."<br><br>He leaned back again, and motioned her, dismissively, in the direction of the front hall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 18:00:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma didn't get up and take the key until she heard the doorbell ring a second time, then took it and rushed to the door. She had been too stunned by his words and his pronouncement of her punishment. It had never even occurred to her that he would hit her and the thought made her mouth go dry. <br><br>She got the door, fixed the plates of food and went about her night. She had a full nights worth of studying to make up for and too much to think about. Her mind was working on overdrive and she was barely able to eat a bite of the food he'd ordered, despite how good it was. <br><br>The one thing she couldn't seem to get off of her mind though, was how he'd found out about her scarf. She felt herself getting tired fairly early though she attributed that to the night of no sleep, it annoyed her as she still had a ton of studying to do. She figured to make up for that over the weekend and went back to his study and knelt where she was supposed to. It occurred to her that he always seemed to be in there, didn't he ever go out? Have friends over? Indulge in something mindless like watching television? There was still so much about him she didn't know yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 20:01:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as she took her position, then leaned down and stroked her hair, then her cheek.<br><br>"An early bedtime," he mentioned, "not at all unexpected I suppose.&nbsp; Make sure you leave the house key on the kitchen island before you retire."<br><br>He moved a few strands of her hair from in front of her eyes, then continued, "You've had a long day, and I can see from your face, that you're still uncertain.&nbsp; That's OK Emma, it's natural.&nbsp; Things are happening quickly, more than you expected I'm sure.&nbsp; Let me send you to bed then, with this thought..."<br><br>He paused, lean down a bit further, and kissed her gently on the forehead, then continued. "There were many who answered my advertisement Emma, but I chose <em>you</em>.&nbsp; I know it will take time for you to settle into your new life, and it's my job to help guide you.&nbsp; I know there are outside forces that hold you here, but I suggest you put those thoughts aside and look at this, instead, as an adventure - an opportunity to learn about yourself, and to prove to yourself that you're strong, smart," he paused again, then lifted her chin up to look in her eyes, "<em>and valued.</em>"<br><br>He bent down, and kissed her gently again, this time on her lips.&nbsp; It wasn't an invasive kiss, and it didn't last long, but he hoped it would send her an important message to reinforce his words.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 20:54:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took Emma a good hour to fall asleep after she'd gotten into bed. His words kept replaying over and over in her mind, and the kiss, soft and sweet had brought on a reaction from her she hadn't expected at all. Had it been anyone else whose kiss made her feel like that, she would have likely grabbed them and pulled them in closer to draw it out, but he was different, her usual game wouldn't work there and she would be bitterly disappointed if they did.<br><br>She realized it wasn't just the kiss, it was everything he'd said along with it, she was valued. Did she believe him though? That was an entirely different question and one she couldn't answer yet. Eventually sleep took her and when she woke in the morning, she felt well rested and surprisingly, a little better about things.<br><br>Heading downstairs she took care of breakfast and left it for him on the tray as she had before and went up to get dressed. She got her bag and pulled the scarf out of it and put it back in her drawer knowing she'd not use it again for the purpose of covering up the collar. Fridays were her short day, she only had two classes this morning and then she was done till the following Tuesday. Her classes worked out to give her a three day weekend each week.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 07:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her change in attitude wasn't lost on him.&nbsp; That she didn't pull away from his kiss either, was a telling sign - in fact - she hadn't even flinched.&nbsp; Another good sign.<br><br>He locked the door behind her and returned to his office, made a few business calls, then made some time to prepare the basement for her upcoming punishment.&nbsp; He chuckled to himself - her attitude this morning indicated that she might have forgotten about the promise of the evening - no doubt she'd remember on the way home.<br><br>He checked his watch, wondering if she'd come back within an hour after her last class ended as she'd been told, or if she'd wait until evening, thinking he didn't know her schedule was different today.&nbsp; He chuckled a moment, and toyed with the idea of calling one of the many students he knew at the university and asking them "tempt" her into staying out, then changed his mind.&nbsp; She already knew that his eyes were on her, and testing her like that seemed hardly ethical.&nbsp; He grinned to himself again - he'd bridge the gap between the university and her new home-life soon enough...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 15:23:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Perhaps she was being paranoid, but since Emma knew that he'd found out about her scarf somehow, and she was certain he hadn't actually seen it on her, that meant someone was watching her, didn't it? She looked over at various classmates and then willed herself to focus on her classes, especially as her first one was one of the classes she knew she'd have trouble with. <br><br>She found concentration to be a bit difficult in any event, her mind going to what he'd said about this evening and while she didn't know exactly what would happen, she knew it wouldn't be pleasant, rather quite the opposite.<br><br>Between her classes she called her father, she hadn't talked to him all week and while she didn't have anything specific to talk about, she thought she should at least try. Who knew, maybe now that she wasn't living with him anymore, they could have a decent relationship, she doubted it, but she had to try. She left a message on the machine, knowing he was probably sitting right there, she didn't leave a number though, somehow, she was pretty sure that she should ask Glen before she gave out his home number, besides, her father had her cell number, assuming he didn't eventually shut it off since she wasn't there anymore.<br><br>She finished off her classes, did her shopping and headed home. Emma still didn't think of Glens house as home yet, but in time she would. There were so many adjustments to make, the adjustment to college alone was daunting, add in the home situation and she was a walking bundle of nerves, but she knew how to push them back when she had to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 16:20:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let her in, as he had the past few days, welcoming her inside as he always did.&nbsp; "You will take your supper with me tonight, Emma, so when you come to the study, bring your own plate as well.&nbsp; You can use the rest of the afternoon to study, if you like - we'll have our supper at 5pm.&nbsp; If you're not in the mood to study, you can spend the time as you like.&nbsp; I'll be working in my study - perhaps you'll find something interesting there to read as a change of pace."<br><br>He moved from the door towards the study, then paused, "Do not fixate on what's to come... with pain comes learning, and there is balance in everything."<br><br>He continued then, around the corner as he always did.&nbsp; She was back earlier today, and he wanted to get some additional work done before she brought supper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 17:19:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma hadn't been fixating on it for most of the afternoon until he'd said that, now it would be difficult to do anything else. What she needed was to go for a run, she'd been lazy since she got here, adjusting to everything. Before she got here she was up every morning at five but with no way in or out without asking him to open the door, it had been difficult so she just hadn't bothered with it. Today though, she could use the excessive and the distraction. <br><br>She hoped he wouldn't mind her talking or asking him questions while they walked, he'd never actually said anything about that, but she couldn't think of a reason it would be a problem unless she phrased it poorly.<br><br>"Master...I...I usually run in the mornings, but I haven't since I've been here, would that be alright? If I went out to do that?"<br><br>She felt slightly ridiculous asking for permission to do something as simple as see to her excessive, but, there was little choice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 17:24:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stopped, then turned to her.&nbsp; "Of course Emma.&nbsp; That will never be a problem as long as it doesn't interfere with any of your duties here.&nbsp; I assume you'll want to change into something else before you go out - just come find me when you're ready, and I'll let you out."<br><br>He turned to continue, then stopped again.&nbsp; "If you wish to go outside early mornings for that purpose, this can be arranged as well - just speak with me about it the evening before."<br><br>He turned for the third time, then, and continued working his way back to his study, and work.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 18:41:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even in her preparations to go for an afternoon run, Emma took pains to look perfect. She was glad he hadn't gone through every bag she'd brought with her as going running without her sports bra would have been highly uncomfortable. The run did her a world of good. She took almost two hours as she felt she had to make up for the lack of her routine over the last few days and doubled the run.<br><br>Normally she ran with her ipod, today she was too busy with her thoughts. She had to keep reminding herself that all of this was worth it. The lack of her freedom that she was so used to, following someone elses rules and catering to their wishes and desires, even though he was still a relative stranger to her, all of it, because in the end, she'd walk away with a college degree and a bright future. She could and would handle this, she would make the best of it. It wasn't in her nature to whine or pout about things she didn't like, she always tried to make the best and that's what she'd have to do now.<br><br>She showered and changed back into the outfit she was allowed to wear in the house and glanced over at the clock. She had a little time to put dinner together before five. Arranging his food on a plate she'd tried her hand at cooking fish, and stuck to a plate of salad for herself, not being overly hungry. <br><br>As it was the first time he'd asked her to eat with him, she wasn't quite sure where to put things in his study, so she settled on putting the entire tray down and going to where he'd told her to kneel. It was a safer bet than presuming anything else she thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 08:09:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd finished his work, and was reading when Emma came in.&nbsp; Both plates were on the tray, and she was kneeling properly.<br><br>He nodded to her, moved the tray into position for himself, then took the smaller plate and put it on the floor next to her - sans utensils, then began to eat.<br><br>"I see our talk the other evening was helpful for you," he noted, as he took a sip of wine.&nbsp; "That's good.&nbsp; I'll give you the opportunity, if you wish, to have a few questions answered if you care to ask them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 14:37:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wasn't sure she agreed that their talk had been helpful, for really all it did was stir up a new set of questions and emotions she wasn't quite ready for. The kiss had also thrown her for a loop, not that she'd disliked it, in fact, quite the opposite. For some reason, Emma had assumed that if and when things were physical between them, well she hadn't expected the gentleness of the kiss, and it had been a pleasant surprise. <br><br>"well I think I do have one question, you said last night that there were many who answered the ad, but you chose me. Why?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:10:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled then - of the fifty questions he thought she'd ask, this one wasn't at all on the top of the list.<br><br>"Why?", he repeated the question for emphasis, "A number of reasons, but there are a few key ones.&nbsp; First, you were genuine.&nbsp; Nothing you said to me was an attempt to exaggerate or disguise - you may hold back your words, but when you speak, it's you, not some persona you're trying to be.&nbsp; The other, is that you're actually quite smart.&nbsp; I read through a few of your college applications before you came for your interview and I liked what I saw.&nbsp; You pay a bit too much attention to how you want others to perceive you, but I think some extra self confidence might help in that arena."<br><br>He took another bite of his food, then added.&nbsp; "And I suppose, when I met you, I just... kind of liked you.&nbsp; That's an important thing too - if I didn't feel that I'd enjoy your company, it wouldn't be much point going through all this effort, would it? "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:39:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma wasn't entirely sure that she would have agreed with his assessment of her. She was genuine yes, but only because she'd seen how much damage her father had done to people by putting on a false presence with others. People who trusted him and were deceived by him, she never wanted to be someone who could or would do that. So she was, at least she tried to be, whoever it was that she was. She was smart yes, but nothing exceptional or extraordinary.&nbsp; The last part surprised her though, she hadn't, at least until the night before, gotten the impression that he liked her or enjoyed her company. This entire situation was strange, confusing and anything but orthodox. <br><br>"well, if you don't mind a rather personal question then, why do you do this? Wouldn't it, in the end be better or...I don't know, more fulfilling to find that one person, rather than someone new every few years?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:45:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down at her as they ate... considering her... and debating whether or not he was going to answer that question.&nbsp; He'd brought her into a world she had no experience with.&nbsp; It was only sensible to expect that she had no real idea how his brain was wired.<br><br>After a moment, he spoke slowly, choosing his words with great care, "Have you considered, Emma, that different people search for that 'right person' in different ways?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 17:34:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I guess I didn't"<br><br>It made sense she supposed, though in a way it seemed to her that if he was looking for someone, then going about it this way was in effect trying to buy someone, and that's not the best way to find love in her book. Of course that was assuming that's what his eventual goal was. <br><br>He was still a mystery to her, completely and she wondered if he'd open up enough to really let her know him over time. She supposed in some ways it didn't matter, but dismissed that thought, as it was important, she couldn't be what he wanted her to be if she didn't understand who he was and how she fit there. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 14:42:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded.&nbsp; "There are those who look for someone who fits a certain mold.&nbsp; Then, there are people like me.&nbsp; I look for people with traits that I like, and I mold them.. shape them into what pleases me.&nbsp; Some resist it, and the the process becomes painful.&nbsp; Some simply accept the inevitable and submit.&nbsp; Either way, the result is the same."<br><br>He took a few more bites of the fish.&nbsp; It was quite good, actually - she was improving a little bit with each meal.<br><br>Concluding that particular line of inquiry, he made a passing gesture with his hand.&nbsp; "Next question?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 16:16:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There were so many questions milling around in Emma's mind, but how was she supposed to narrow it down? Which ones were more important, which ones would he not want to answer? For something as simple as a question, she felt pressure on her to ask it. <br><br>She told herself to keep it light, there was time to get deeper when they knew each other better, maybe he'd open up more than without her having to probe. Why was she having such a hard time with this, conversation with people, getting them to tell their life stories, that's what she was good at, she was a people person for the most part. <br><br>"Well...I'm not here, obviously, during the days, and you always seem to be in this room when I am, what do you do all day? Do you go out? Do you do anything besides read for entertainment? I think, I think it might help if I understood you a bit better"<br><br>She was trying to keep the nerves out of her voice, but she wasn't sure how her question would be received. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 16:31:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen nodded.&nbsp; He'd wondered how long it would take her to ask.<br><br>"No Emma, I'm not always here, I do go out, and I'm far from a recluse.&nbsp; I remain home in the evenings during a slave's training period - a necessary sacrifice.&nbsp; In time, when you are ready, you'll go out with me.&nbsp; As for my occupation - let's just say that I'm a contractor of sorts, between contracts."<br><br>He sipped his wine, and had another bite of his fish.&nbsp; Looking down at her barely touched salad, he told her, "Best you not forget to eat, " he narrowed his eyes slightly for effect, "You're finished, " he said, "when I'm finished."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 17:16:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma really wanted to ask him what exactly he was a contractor of, but something told her if he wanted her to know, he'd tell her, and it seemed rude to push the same question more than once in the same conversation. She actually found she was relieved to hear he wasn't a recluse and does go out, it made him a bit more, normal perhaps?<br><br>Looking down at her plate she realized she hadn't even touched it yet, probably because he'd given it to her without a fork, though she did recall him saying to her that he hated waste, and if she didn't eat even some of it, she was certain that would be considered waste.<br><br>"oh, I'm sorry, I was caught up in the conversation. Master, may I please have one of the forks I brought in please?"<br><br>It still didn't feel natural to her to ask for something so simple. Normally she would have gotten up and grabbed it, but she was trying her best to follow his rules, she had to. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 23:54:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Actually, he thought, if she found out exactly what kind of a contractor he was, she might indeed run for the hills, regardless of the financial ruin - but once he'd properly broken her in, it would be far less of a concern.<br><br>He was, however, enjoying the conversation - not because it was at all interesting to him, but because her choice of questions was itself, interesting - and when she asked for a fork, he responded with a simple "No."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 04:02:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hadn't expected the refusal of the silverware, but she said nothing about it and picked at some of the pieces of the salad that were dry and chewed on them. It suited her fine as she wasn't very hungry anyway.<br><br>Emma searched her mind for more questions to ask him while he was giving her the opportunity, she couldn't be sure he'd give her another open chance like this. <br><br>"What happened with some of the others who have come and gone, why weren't they the...I mean, how were they not right for more than the time you wanted them for?"<br><br>She knew it was coming out broken again, he made her nervous and when she was nervous she rambled and sounded far less intelligent than she was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 18:42:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled.<br><br>"Who said they were gone?"<br><br>He paused a moment, then continued.&nbsp; "There are several who still wear my collar Emma.&nbsp; You will meet them in time.&nbsp; They each serve me in different ways."<br><br>He took the last bite of his meal, then put the plate down, moving the still half-full glass of wine from the tray, to the small table on his left.<br><br>"Supper is over.&nbsp; Clean up these plates and the kitchen, then return here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 18:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of all the things he could have said or declarations he could have made, she never would have guessed that one. Maybe it shouldn't have, but it truly shocked her what he said about the other women who have been with him in this capacity. She wondered what they meant, they each serve him in different ways, she couldn't think of any ways other than the painfully obvious one, but in time she supposed she would find out, if she did in fact meet them. Was it possible for things to get any stranger? <br><br>She got up and collected the plates and tray and took it back down to the kitchen. She washed the plates and cleaned off the kitchen counters as well as the stove top. If nothing else, she knew he would not be able to find fault with her housekeeping skills. She had always refused to live in the filth that her father would have left their house if she let him. From an early age she had kept things meticulously clean, preferring that to dirt. <br><br>It didn't take her more than a half hour to clean and put everything away before she headed back up to his study where she walked back in and knelt down again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 19:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finished the paragraph he was reading, then put the book down and took another sip of the remaining wine.<br><br>"It's time, Emma.&nbsp; Undress.&nbsp; Fold your uniform neatly, and place it on the mantle - then stand, arms at your side, facing me."<br><br>He would begin by taking a long, good look at her.&nbsp; The last time she'd been completely naked, he had other things on his mind.&nbsp; Today, however, he had the time and inkling, to examine her most carefully...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 19:18:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma felt her stomach clutch a bit at his words. True enough he'd seen her with nothing on the other night, but she couldn't stop the blush that seemed to spread from her face down her body. Outright refusal wasn't an option, stalling was probably unwise as she was already in a bit of trouble.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she got up and removed the silk pajama's she had on, it was hard to think of it as a uniform. She folded them and put them where he'd told her and stood there a minute or too, trying to will herself to turn around and resist the urge to cover herself up.&nbsp; When she turned to face him, she slowly dropped her arms to her sides, the blush that had formed deepened considerably and a slight chill came over her, though the room was certainly warm enough. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 20:11:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let his eyes wander over her... taking in her form, proportions, the shape of her breasts.&nbsp; He didn't make light of it, and made it clear to her that she was being inspected.<br><br>Soon, he thought, she'd be ready.&nbsp; It wouldn't be long before he'd take her upstairs with him.&nbsp; But tonight, her trip was in the opposite direction...<br><br>He watched a few goosebumps rise on her upper arms.&nbsp; It would be interesting to see how her skin responded to her upcoming punishment.<br><br>After a minute or two, he made a circular gesture with his finger... "Turn around"...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 20:34:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly Emma felt like the prized pig at a far the way he was looking over her, taking in every inch. It was mortifying to have someone inspect you like that, looking for flaws. She was rather self conscious of her body, she knew she was in good shape, but she worked hard to maintain that. As a child she had trouble losing the baby fat from her toddler years, and from the time she was ten she learned to sacrifice sweets and keep a strong routine in place to make sure she stayed as she wanted to. So standing there before him, without the protection of her clothes which had always boosted her confidence as she knew she had a good sense of style, made her completely uneasy. She was almost grateful when he told her to turn around, so at lease she wouldn't have to see him watching her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 20:47:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could clearly sense her discomfort, and knowing that, prolonged his inspection.&nbsp; He examined her from behind... the curve of her back as it moved into her buttocks.&nbsp; He admired her hips and waist, and the form of her calves.&nbsp; The daily exercise program she'd engaged in seemed to work well - he made a note to ensure she continued it.<br><br>"You have a nice body, Emma.&nbsp; I expect you to continue to maintain it."&nbsp; He paused a moment then added, "You will keep it completely shaved also - I'll make sure the bathroom is stocked with items to assist you in that."<br><br>He stood then, "Come.", and began walking towards the basement door, the key in his hand...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 21:14:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt her mouth go dry again as he told her to follow him. She had hoped, in vain, that she would have been allowed to be redressed. She hated walking through the house with no clothes on and her eyes went a little more wide when she saw it was the basement that he was taking her to. <br><br>The fact that she would most likely not be locked down there again was little comfort knowing that the punishment to come was to be a physical one. Emma couldn't help but wonder if he would have still done this, if she'd said no when he asked if she felt she deserved it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 21:51:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He unlocked the basement door.&nbsp; "Come,", he told her again, though probably, it wasn't necessary.&nbsp; He knew she'd follow - fearful of what might happen if she disobeyed.<br><br>When he reached the cell area where he'd locked her before, he took another key from his pocket, and opened the lower door.&nbsp; The space inside was lit by a number of dim red bulbs.&nbsp; It was quite large - occupying what seemed to be a good bit more than the footprint of the house.&nbsp; It was, in fact, bigger - he'd made a arrangement years ago to occupy the basement space of the neighboring attached building.&nbsp; He'd connected the two, and blocked the entrance from the other house.<br><br>The space was fairly open, with a cut stone floor and walls.&nbsp; The ceilings were relatively high for a basement space, and heavy beams were spaced a few feet apart.&nbsp; Many of the beams had large eye bolts and pulleys on them.&nbsp; Along one wall, there was what looked like old wood-fired ovens with half-circle doors on them about 2 feet&nbsp; in diameter made of metal bars.<br><br>In the open spaces, were a variety of metal and wooden items, each clearly designed to hold a woman's body in different positions.&nbsp; Some of them appeared to be designed specifically to cause discomfort, such as the the large triangular block that sat off to the left.<br><br>He waited until she was inside, then closed the door behind him, took her by the arm, and lead her towards two heavy vertical beams that ran from the floor to the ceiling - they were about 1/2 a foot square.&nbsp; Metal plates with rings welded to them, were bolted at the floor level, and again about 6 feet up, facing inwards.<br><br>"Kneel."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 22:20:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A barely audible gasp escaped her lips when she saw the room or cell that he led her into. Never in her wildest imagination could she have pictured such a place existed outside of the movies and even then, she imagined it never had the same impact as actually seeing something like this up close.<br><br>The beams on the ceiling and the ones on the floor she imagined were to tie up or restrain a person, though she didn't want to give that too much thought. She truly had no desire to know what the ovens were for. Suddenly every horror film, or movie about a serial killer came into the forefront of her mind. What the hell was he going to do to her. <br><br>She was too afraid of this room to defy him when he told her to knee., and so she did, though she had back up practically to the door he'd closed first. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 01:09:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her practically fall to her knees.&nbsp; Most of them were surprised when they saw the basement room for the first time.<br><br>He let her kneel there for a few moments, then went over to a cabinet on the wall, and retrieved some items.&nbsp; A pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs - simple ones that had a buckle and some D-rings, and a few lengths of nylon rope.&nbsp; Walking over to her, he put them under his arm in a manner that indicated he'd done this many times before.&nbsp; Holding out one of the wrist cuffs, he instructed her... "Arms out..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 01:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried to tell herself to relax, she tried to tell herself to remember to breathe. <em>He's not going to kill you Emma, this isn't a B movie, calm down</em>, she said to herself over and over again, but it didn't stop the near panic attack she felt coming on. She knew that he'd told her ten strokes, but he hadn't said with what, and she didn't understand why she would have to be restrained, but she was hardly in a position to argue the point. <br><br>She held her arms out, though they were shaking a little and bit her lower lip in anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 02:20:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He put the cuffs on her wrists, first the left - buckling it securely, but not too tight.&nbsp; Then he pulled the other cuff from under his arm, and secured it about her right.<br><br>She was shaking, and that was natural - probably not expecting all that was happening.&nbsp; She was probably expecting him to bend her over the back of a chair and smack her behind with his belt...&nbsp; but she was a slave, not a poorly behaved teenager.&nbsp; The cuffs were something she was going to have to get used to..<br><br>"Have you ever been placed in restraints, Emma?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 02:39:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Somehow she didn't think the war games in camp counted as being placed in restraints. She couldn't think of a time that it had ever even occurred to her that she might someday be. She'd never read a story or seen a movie about bondage and thought 'now that's for me', and anyone who knew Emma would be shocked that she now found herself in this position. <br><br>"No Master, I haven't" her voice was shaky when she spoke, but not answering at all wasn't an option either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 11:07:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, " he spoke matter-of-factly, "I suggest you get used to it.&nbsp; You'll be spending a good bit of time in them over the next few years."<br><br>Holding the rest of the items still under his arm, he looped a finger through the ring at the front of her collar and gave it a yank, "Come..." he said to her, and lead her to the spot between the two posts.<br><br>Using the pieces of rope he'd retrieved, he fastened the cuffs on her wrists to the upper rings on the post - one to each.&nbsp; Her wrists were overhead and secured about four feet apart.<br><br>Stepping back, he admired the affect on her breasts before he got down on one knee, and began buckling the two remaining cuffs about her ankles...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 15:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma thought there was a very good chance that she would faint dead away on the spot. the nervous and sick feeling she had, now doubled when he tied her hands up over her head. At the moment she was seriously questioning her decision making skills that she'd consented to this, to the entire relationship of his slave, why had she done that? She knew why, but at the moment, she was finding it hard to believe she'd done so. <br><br>She didn't like the sound of that, getting used to being restrained. She vowed if she didn't faint or die on the spot, she would do her damnedest to make certain she never ended up back down here again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 16:10:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finished with her wrists, he knelt, and attached the other two cuffs to her ankles.&nbsp; He used the rope to secure them to the posts as well, spreading her legs apart.&nbsp; Standing, he walked around her.&nbsp; This position gave him access to all of her body.<br><br>"Frightened, my slave?"<br><br>He stepped close to her, and took her left breast in his right hand, squeezing it gently and letting a fingertip graze over the nipple.<br><br>"Don't be."&nbsp; he told her.&nbsp; "With every punishment, comes a lesson."<br><br>He let his hand move down, over the softness of her belly, then lower to her mound.&nbsp; He pressed there, a gentle massage.<br><br>"Let your body <em>feel</em> everything... focus on what's pleasant and it will be easier for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 16:35:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At first, Emma was mortified with how he was touching her, it had been bad enough when he had been examining her upstairs, but this.. That thought only lasted a few moments though as his fingers trailed down from her stomach and surprised filled her as her body reacted to his touches. Maybe it was because she hadn't been with a man in quite a while, but she couldn't stop the feelings that ran through her as he touched her. <br><br>She was barely aware of him telling her to focus on what was pleasant, but she knew that it would be difficult, her nerves wouldn't allow her to not focus on what was unpleasant, though she would try.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 16:59:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her body respond, as he knew it would.<br><br>"That's it..." he told her.&nbsp; "Your body knows what it wants - all you need to do is let your mind accept it, and submit to it."<br><br>He continued his fingertip massage on her mound, and used the other hand to trace between her breasts.&nbsp; With an open palm, he moved over her right breast this time, lightly catching her nipple in the crook between two fingers.<br><br>He spoke to her in a calm, soothing, yet authoritative and instructive tone.&nbsp; "A slave knows that every part of her body is her Master's... to do with as he wishes.&nbsp; I've trained many slaves, Emma, I know exactly how a girl's body responds - exactly how to train it to respond the way I wish it to."<br><br>He withdrew his hands, and walked over to the cabinet, retrieving a few items.&nbsp; This time, he approached her from behind, keeping what he'd taken outside the field of her view...<br><br>"Today's lesson, Emma, is control.&nbsp; I control your body.&nbsp; It feels what I want it to feel.&nbsp; It responds the way I want it to respond..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 17:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In that moment, she wanted her body to be his, for what he was doing felt beyond pleasurable. She knew it wouldn't last,. but she would enjoy every second of it for the time being. The feel of his finger tips over her breasts had her shivering but not from cold, the fingers he used further down had her teetering on the edge and when he stopped, she could still feel his touch on her. <br><br>She couldn't help but want to see where he'd gone or what he was doing. She heard the rustling around and the close of the cabinet door. She tried to crane her head back to see what he'd gotten, but she wasn't able to twist far enough in her current position. Out of habit and nerves, she found herself biting at her lip again in anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 18:12:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands reached around her, first caressing her other breast, then massaging it gently.&nbsp; A moment later, his other hand moved in front.&nbsp; It was holding something - It looked like a rectangular piece of black leather.&nbsp; From the center, protruded a black... something.&nbsp; It was round, about two inches long, and about an inch and a half wide, with a rounded end.&nbsp; Leather straps, some ending in buckles, hung from the rectangle.<br><br>He continued to rub her breast, flicking a fingertip over the nipple every so often.<br><br>"Open wide, " he told her, as he held it up to her mouth...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 18:28:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma may have been naive about some things, but she knew what a gag was and the thought of having one in her mouth was a bit demoralizing. However she didn't hesitate when he told her to open her mouth, she'd give him no reason to inflict further punishment on her than what was already coming by defying him now. It was hard though, she didn't want that thing in her mouth, though she did enjoy the attention to her breasts he'd given her before he'd placed it there. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 15:40:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body was responding well. She didn't even hesitate when he presented the gag to her, and he pushed it into her mouth.&nbsp; It went over her tongue, and almost but not quite, to the back of her throat.&nbsp; Larger and deeper gags would come later in her training.&nbsp; He pulled the straps under her chin, and over top of her head, buckling them tightly.&nbsp; The harness held her jaw closed around the gag.<br><br>He stroked her cheek.<br><br>"Good girl." he told her.&nbsp; "You're doing well."<br><br>He moved in front of her again.&nbsp; He'd retrieved something else, and she could see what he now held.&nbsp; It was a dildo.&nbsp; It wasn't shaped like a penis, but it wasn't a traditional vibrator shape either.&nbsp; It had some bumps and curves in it.&nbsp; He rotated it so that she could see it clearly.&nbsp; There were a few places along the shaft, where there were small holes.<br><br>"I've had this specially made for me," he told her.&nbsp; You'll be moving around a lot once your punishment begins, and I don't want this coming out."&nbsp; He demonstrated it for her, turning something at it's base.&nbsp; Small curved metal prongs came out of the holes, angling downwards towards the base.<br><br>He turned turned the dial again, and they retracted.&nbsp; Coming closer to her, he ran his free hand over her breasts again, teasing... touching... then bent forward and gently licked her left nipple - letting the tip of his tongue linger there for a moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 16:26:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The gag felt awkward and strange in her mouth, but even if she'd wanted to try to spit it out, she couldn't, as he had fastened it around her head. He was drawing this out so much that she was practically being driven to distraction. Her stomach was tied up in knots that she'd never felt before and it was getting harder and harder for her to calm down.<br><br>When she saw what was in his hands her eyes went completely wide. If she wasn't tied as she was, well she wasn't sure what she would have done, but she was fairly certain she wouldn't be allowing this to happen. She knew what it was, but she didn't know what the holes or the prongs were for, or how that was going to keep it inside of her. No, she didn't 'want' to know how that was going to work. And when he mentioned how much she'd be moving around once the punishment started, the knots she felt tightened that much more. <br><br>Emma shuddered when he licked her nipple, the sensation along with her nerves created quite a feeling inside of her. She didn't know if it made it better or worse, but she'd never experienced such a range of feelings before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 14:53:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was responding well.&nbsp; It was clear she was excited by his touches, and when he licked her nipple she practically shook.&nbsp; "You don't know what to feel, do you Emma," he said to her, as his free hand moved to her pussy.&nbsp; He ran his fingers over her outer lips, then let a finger go between them, penetrating just inside.&nbsp; He explored her with his finger.&nbsp; When he found her clit, he circled it twice, then pushed his finger in deeper.<br><br>"I think you like being a slave... even though you seem to have trouble admitting that to yourself..."<br><br>He continued probing her, using the fingers on either side to massage the outside of her labia while his palm pushed on her mound.<br><br>"Soon, " he told her, "You'll be kneeling at my feet, begging me to bring you down here..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 16:03:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma's mind was reeling. She'd been with guys that she'd known for years that, after hours of fooling around, didn't come close to making her feel what her body was feeling just then. She was desperate for the release that he kept building up in her with the way his hands roamed her body and slid up between her legs. Had she not been tied as she was, she would have been squirming much more than she could currently. <br><br>She didn't know that she agreed with his assessment that she enjoyed being a slave, for she still didn't fully understand what that entailed and what that meant. What did that say about her if she did? That she was weak? That she couldn't run her own life so she needed another to take over her choices?&nbsp; And she seriously doubted she'd ever beg to be in this position again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 23:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her movements, and when she was ready, he slowly pushed the dildo up into her pussy.&nbsp; He made a point of moving slowly, drawing it in and out a few times as he did, rotating it a little each time.&nbsp; She was pulling about on the restraints, and he knew she was well charged.<br><br>After a minute of playing with the dildo, he rotated the knob at the base, and lodged it in place.&nbsp; The small prongs wouldn't hurt her, but they made it impossible to pull the dildo out.&nbsp; There was a vibrator in it as well, but he left that turned off for the time being.&nbsp; He might not need it at all...<br><br>He spent a bit more time playing with her breasts, then stepped back, moved to the far wall, and took down a riding crop.&nbsp; He decided that the crop would be a good start for her.&nbsp; It would hurt significantly, but wouldn't cause the more extreme pain that a whip or cane might.<br><br>Returning to her, he dragged the leather end of the crop over her breasts, and down her belly.&nbsp; He used it to jiggle the dildo.<br><br>"It's time..." he told her, and stepped around her.&nbsp; He touched the crop to her left butt cheek, then her right.&nbsp; A moment later, he drew back and made the first stroke.&nbsp; It didn't have his full weight behind it, but it was significant nonetheless.&nbsp; He'd watch her responses and adjust accordingly...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 01:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even with the gag in her mouth she couldn't help but gasp when he shoved the dildo inside of her. It was as much from shock as it was from pleasure.&nbsp; The more he moved it the more her arousal heightened, though he stopped moments before she could reach her climax. <br><br>She'd barely felt it when he twisted what he'd put inside of her and twisted it so it would stay put. At the moment she wished she was free from the restraints, as she had a desire to give him the same pleasure she was feeling at the moment. It was a short lived feeling when she saw the riding crop however. It was hard for her to tense up like she was, though she stiffened her muscles when he said it was time. <br><br>She'd expected the pain, she simply wasn't prepared for it. At first it stung and then the burn of it set in. Emma pulled against the restraint as he instinct was to reach back and soothe where she'd been struck. She also found an interesting twist to it, the more she pulled on the restraint, the more the dildo inside of her was ground against her. How could she be feeling so much pleasure in the wake of so much pain?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 21:27:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned as she jerked and yanked at the restraints.&nbsp; The gasp she let out from the crop strike, followed by the movement of her hips told him she'd already discovered the purpose of the dildo.&nbsp; Tensing her behind in fear of the crop caused her to squeeze down on the dildo.&nbsp; So did struggling with the restraints.&nbsp; Each strike of the crop would cause both.&nbsp; It wasn't uncommon for a slave to reach orgasm that way - he wasn't certain if Emma would, but based on how she was moving about and moaning through the gag, he thought it might be a distinct possibility.<br><br>He reached around her, cupping a breast and using his thumb to play with the nipple.&nbsp; He whispered in her ear, letting her feel his warm breath on her neck as he spoke, "Things are not as simple as they seem, hmm?&nbsp; Is my slave feeling a bit conflicted?"<br><br>He moved his hand up to where her gag was, and wiggled it in her mouth, then whispered playfully, "Shhh... no need to say anything... I understand..."<br><br>And with that, he quickly stepped back and made two more strokes with the crop, one on each cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 03:46:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Conflicted was one way to put it, confused, fearful, aroused were all other ways he could have put what she was feeling as well. Never had she felt anything like this before, not the pain from the crop, and not the overwhelming sensations from the dildo and her movements.<br><br>Emma was relieved he didn't expect an answer when he'd asked if she was conflicted, for she didn't think she could give one amidst the pain and pleasure. One thing was for certain, Emma was not going to be quite the same after this, she knew it. She didn't have time to think about it, as she was struck again. The pain was more than anything she'd ever felt, and yet, she didn't know that she wanted it to stop, for after, the feelings were all too pleasurable and she felt the heat from the strokes build up and spread throughout her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 16:30:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was getting rock hard just watching her.&nbsp; The way she pulled at the ropes holding her was a turn-on by itself, but the way her hips bucked in response to the dildo was even more exciting.&nbsp; He could smell her intoxication - it's odor filled the room.<br><br>Pushing himself up against her from behind, he whispered in her ear again, "It's not much of a punishment if you enjoy it so much.&nbsp; Maybe next time I'll need to be more creative."&nbsp; And with that, he reached between her legs and turned on the vibrator inside the dildo.<br><br>He waited a moment watching her reactions, then stepped back again and added a bit more force as the crop struck twice more...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 02:58:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once he flipped the vibrator on Emma was certain she wouldn't be able to stand it for long. Her fingers wrapped around the rope that held the wrist restraints and gripped them tightly for it was one of the only things she could do. She was only barely aware of him speaking to her at that point.<br><br>She felt herself build right up to the point of orgasm when she felt the next two sharp stinging strokes of the crop. It only brought her down a bit and before she could realize it she felt it building back up. Her entire body twisted against the restraint at that point. Emma gasped and moaned through the gag, her voice taking on a higher pitch with the last two strikes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 13:05:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to her scream through the gag, and he was beginning to wonder if he'd made a mistake securing her with ropes instead of chain... he'd have to make a few adjustments in how she was restrained next time.&nbsp; The rather wild response was more than he'd expected for someone who'd never been restrained or punished in this fashion.&nbsp; Perhaps he'd turned the vibrator on too early...<br><br>She was on the edge, and had five more strokes yet to go.&nbsp; He rubbed his hand over her cheeks, red welts had risen there - certainly not bad ones, they'd go away completely within a few hours, as he was being "light" with her.&nbsp; He thought for a moment while she writhed, then walked in front of her.&nbsp; He dragged the crop between her breasts and over her belly, then pressed it against her mound.<br><br>"Well well well... who would have thought you were such a pain-slut..."<br><br>He flicked her left nipple with the leather tab on the crop, then quickly struck the top of each breast with firm strokes in quick succession...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 20:45:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma's body was on a sensory overload. Before today, she'd never been struck before, ever, the pain while not intolerable, was quite sharp as Emma had never had a high threshold for it. The pain she understood, the feelings she had from the vibrator alone, she could understand, mixed together, it wasn't anything she had been prepared for. He hands had formed a vice like grip on the ropes. The crop hitting her breasts took her by surprise and she felt tears threaten to fall from it, though she managed to blink them back. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 11:23:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled.&nbsp; The last two strikes had been intense and her response was more significant.&nbsp; She was close - he could tell.&nbsp; The question was, could he control her precisely such that she came only after the required 10 strokes were completed.&nbsp; There were three more to go.<br><br>He took a handful of her hair, pulled it tightly and used it to guide her head meeting her eyes with his.&nbsp; "I told you, Emma, your body would feel what I want it to feel.&nbsp; I can stop right now, pull that dildo from your dripping pussy and leave you hanging here without any satisfaction - or - I can allow you cum.&nbsp; Which will it be, slave?"<br><br>He let go of her hair, took a step back, and struck her with the crop on the inside of her thighs - first the left, then a moment later, the right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 15:46:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma wasn't used to hearing anyone talk to her like that, she was unaccustomed to any talk that ran to the vulgar side and wasn't sure how to respond to it. It seemed that she didn't know how to respond to anything that was happening to her. She felt completely out of control which was a feeling that was new, mixed in with all the physical reactions she was having. <br><br>Every time she thought he was going to push her right over the edge, he hit her again with the crop, which brought her back, though only momentarily. The strokes to her thighs pushed the tears she felt forming right out of her eyes. Of all of them so far, those had been the most painful by far, the skin being far more tender.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 17:17:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When her tears started, he knew the time was perfect.&nbsp; Using his free hand, he cupped her right breast, and half groped, half massaged it.&nbsp; His thumb circled the nipple, and occasionally, crossed over top of it.&nbsp; He put the crop between her legs, and used it to begin wiggling and pushing up on the dildo.<br><br>"Now, slave.&nbsp; Cum for Me,"&nbsp; he told her, in a direct tone, as if giving her an order.<br><br>He watched her carefully - every movement - every yank and twitch.&nbsp; He needed to make that last strike with the crop the moment she climaxed - and that last swat would come directly on the top of her mound...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 21:11:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her only thought when he told her to cum for him, was he wasn't giving her much of a choice. It would have taken extreme will for her to resist his attentions now, and she didn't have that. She'd lost count of how many times he'd struck her, completely unable to concentrate on anything but what was happening to her. <br><br>She didn't think she'd been trying to hold back, but something inside of her hadn't allowed her to reach her climax until he'd told her to. It was almost instinctual, though another few moments of that and she would have been unable to stop regardless. It started from her toes and moved all the way up her body, she felt the tensing of her muscles and the wonderful lightheaded feeling of release. She couldn't ever remember feeling anything like it before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 21:56:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His experience told him when it was happening.&nbsp; He'd timed things perfectly, giving her just the proper stimulation in time to his words.&nbsp; As she climaxed, he stepped back, and drove the crop down on her pubic mound.&nbsp; He didn't strike her sex directly - no, that would come another time - but it was a strong swat nonetheless.<br><br>The look of her twitching and straining at the ropes that held her body was intoxicating - and her scent filled the room.<br><br>He let a moment or two go after her last punishment stroke, then used the crop to push and wiggle the dildo again as he whispered to her... "Good girl..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 23:23:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The last strike of the crop had taken her completely off guard. She had felt the extreme pleasure, and at the same time felt the most intense pain she could have imagined. <br><br>Emma tightened her grip on the rope even further, he nails biting into it and she twisted against them as much as she could. She all but jumped out of her skin when he started moving the vibrator again with the crop, sensitive as she was. It took Emma another minute or two to get her breathing back to normal. She looked up at him when he'd whispered to her, but found she couldn't utter a single word yet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 23:48:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, stroked her cheek, and waited a moment for her to come down.&nbsp; He reached between her legs then, and with a single practiced movement, switched off the vibrator, retracted the spines, and pulled the dildo out, placing it on a nearby surface.&nbsp; He put the crop down as well.<br><br>Reaching to the back of her head, he unbuckled the numerous straps and pulled the gag from her mouth.<br><br>"There now... " he said softly, as he ran a palm over her chest and down to her belly.&nbsp; "That wasn't so bad was it?&nbsp; Now, before I let you down, I'll give you a choice.&nbsp; Tonight, you can sleep in a cell down here, or... at the foot of your Master's bed."<br><br>He brushed some hair out from in front of her eyes, still letting his linger over her delightful body that was so completely open to him...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 01:11:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma took a deep breath when the gag was removed, it was more of a mental reaction than a physical one, as it hadn't impeded her breathing at all. His hand felt soft and gentle now and she started to feel a bit more at ease. She couldn't answer if she'd thought it had been bad or not, she felt more so now that she was coming down, the pain of the crop. Her skin stung, not terribly so, but enough to be quite uncomfortable. <br><br>"Please...Master please, I donut want to stay down here, I...I'd rather be upstairs"<br><br>She was terrified of spending another down in the basement, locked up. Again she thought, it wasn't that she suffered from a fear of small spaces, but they gave her plenty of bad moments, and the other night being locked up like a criminal had been enough for her of that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 14:19:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He got down on one knee, and released her ankles from the cuffs.<br><br>"Hmmm... ", he grinned at her, "You want to sleep at your Master's feet because it's upstairs and not down here."&nbsp; He shrugged, then, "Ok, fair enough.&nbsp; Though we'll have to work on that a bit.&nbsp; You should be grateful to have been offered the privilege of sleeping at my feet."<br><br>He reached up, releasing her wrists from the cuffs as well, then held her, and lead her in the direction of the far wall - the one with the old brick ovens.&nbsp; "Don't worry, " he told her as he opened the lower door, "there's no heat source anymore, and it's quite clean."<br><br>Emma could see through the barred door - the space inside the "oven" was a small slot, big enough for her to get into, but there wasn't much room to do anything but lay there.&nbsp; She might be able to turn from her belly to her back with some effort.<br><br>"Inside..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 15:34:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma was slightly taken back by his comment about her being grateful to sleep at his feet. She was grateful she wouldn't have to sleep in the basement again, but, her mind hadn't fully wrapped itself around the mindset he wanted her to have. She knew that, but wasn't sure how to go about it yet, though she was trying. <br><br>His arms felt so warm when he held her after he removed her from the restraints that she barely noticed where he was leading her until they were standing in front of the small barred door. Had he just told her to get inside? She felt the panic well up inside of her again. It looked like an oven, worse, one of those small slots made that they creamate people inside of, and he wanted her to get inside of there? <br><br>Small places gave her bad moments but tiny little minuscule places like that gave her pure panic. Emma hadn't been able to sit in a tanning bed for much the same reason, she couldn't be put in a small space like that. She was shaking quite a bit and just stood there staring at the small door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 15:51:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her a stern look when she hesitated.&nbsp; "If I have to punish you a second time tonight, rest assured the dildo won't be an option.&nbsp; All you'll feel is pain.&nbsp; Now do as you're told, or you will spend <em>all night</em> in there <em>after</em> you've been whipped senseless.&nbsp; Do I make myself clear?"<br><br>To reinforce his words, he banged the barred door against the brick.<br><br>"INSIDE."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 16:31:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His banging of the door against the wall broke her from her state of shock. She truly didn't want to go in to that little space, she was certain she'd suffocate inside of there. She also didn't want to make him any angrier by not doing so and risk being stuck in there all night, but she didn't know if she could actually force her body to willingly go into that little space.<br><br>She took a step or two closer to it before she stopped again. "please, please don't make me get in there, please, i cant...please"<br><br>Emma knew she was risking a lot by not doing as he'd said, but she just couldn't force herself in. She was visibly upset as she started to cry the closer she got to the door. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 16:53:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He changed his tone from one of impending anger, to one of reassurance.&nbsp; "Yes," he said simply, "You CAN."&nbsp; A pause, then, "A slave does as she's told.&nbsp; She does not hesitate, she does not question."<br><br>He used a hand on her shoulder to gently nudge her closer to the opening.&nbsp; "Prove to your Master that you're worthy of a place in his home.&nbsp; The alternative, I promise you, will be far worse - and eventually, you will be in there anyway."<br><br>He gave her yet another gentle nudge.&nbsp; "Now, inside."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 18:54:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having to get into that small space was a worse punishment than anything he could have struck her with, and if he hadn't told her that she would end up in there anyway, she would have defied him with her last breath rather than get inside of there. Maybe he'd chosen wrong with her afterall she thought, because she didn't know how to blindly follow orders when the caused such a strong sensation of fear. <br>She did it though, it cost her, but she did get into the small space, though she was a wreck as she did. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 20:20:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached in and gave her arm a squeeze.&nbsp; "Good girl."&nbsp; He told her, as he closed the door, latching it shut.<br><br>He didn't leave her though, but took to clearing up.&nbsp; He removed the ropes from the rings, and the cuffs - wiped them down and put them away.&nbsp; By the workbench was a large sink - where he cleaned the dildo, and Emma could smell the bleach he was using to disinfect it.&nbsp; Twice, he stopped - returned to the ovens, and reached through the bars, caressing her gently and telling her she was doing well.<br><br>He finished by carefully cleaning the gag and his crop, placing everything neatly from where he'd taken it - then returned and opened the oven door.&nbsp; All in all, he'd spent about 20 minutes.<br><br>He reached his hand in to help her out... "Come Emma..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 22:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma didn't feel like she was doing well, she couldn't stop shaking the entire time though she did manage to get her tears under control. She knew she must have seemed ridiculous to him, but she wouldn't apologize for her fears, she'd always had this one as long as she could remember. All she knew now was that she was grateful to be out of there. <br><br>She took his hand when he offered it and held on to it like a lifeline as she eased out of there and didn't let go once she was. It took her a good five minutes when she got out before she'd stopped shaking. She was feeling horribly exposed, but then, there was little he hadn't seen now, not that it was much comfort.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 23:32:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had sensed her discomfort, from the moment he'd told her to get into the oven.&nbsp; It was similar to what she'd done when he locked her up earlier that week.&nbsp; It was a reaction different from those of the other girls.&nbsp; Emma was somewhat claustrophobic, and that was something she needed to get over.<br><br>As she shook, her hand was gripped around his rather tightly - in fact, she probably didn't realize exactly how intense her grip was.&nbsp; He stepped close to her, and took her in his arms, pulling her into a hug.<br><br>"That was very good, Emma.&nbsp; I know you didn't like that, but you're a strong girl.&nbsp; You'll get used to it in time."<br><br>When she finally relaxed, he let her go, and smiled.&nbsp; "Go on upstairs Emma, the door's unlocked.&nbsp; Have a nice long shower, then go up to the third floor.&nbsp; You'll kneel by the door, be it open or closed."<br><br>As she moved towards the door, he added, "And Emma... remain naked.&nbsp; You're not permitted clothing of any kind in my bedroom."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 02:19:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being held eased the worst of the fear that she still felt from being in that small space. The contact, the warmth, it felt comforting and safe where as only moments before she'd felt fear and anxiety. How she could feel so much comfort from the man who had put her in that horrible situation to start with was beyond her, but she was glad for it nonetheless.<br><br>When he let go of her, she held on for a minute more before she stepped back to look at him while he spoke to her. She went back upstairs to her room and started the water in the shower. While she waited for it to heat up hot enough for her, she looked in the mirror at the marks left by the crop. They weren't as bad as she feared they would have been, but it was the first time she'd ever seen her skin marred like that. <br><br>When she stepped out of the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror, her face framed with wet hair that was curling around her face, she barely recognized the reflection. Emma was staring at a woman who had traded her freedom for essentially money, what did that make her? More, what part of her was woken up by this? Something about it felt right, as scary and hard as it was, something inside of her related to it, that almost scared her more than the space she'd been forced to endure. <br><br>She dried herself off and went about her normal after shower routine of rubbing in scented lotion to her skin, a special gel for her hair which she then brushed out, dried and then used a straightening iron on. It might have been ridiculous to take such care at this point, but her routines were the only thing that seemed normal to Emma just then. When she was satisfied that she looked her best, she left her room and walked up to the third floor. She had wondered what was up there but hadn't ventured up yet. As she'd been told, she knelt by the door and waited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 19:54:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door was open, but the angle of the stairway and the landing made it impossible to see inside without stepping through, and turning around.&nbsp; He'd cleaned-up himself and was now relaxing in an armchair that sat next to his bed - a well-built fourposter with plenty of pillows.&nbsp; There was a TV atop a tall dresser, and it was showing a documentary on jail-house procedures.&nbsp; He was dressed in a robe that was clearly both expensive, and comfortable.&nbsp; The floors was wood - aged and well kept.&nbsp; At the foot of the bed was an oval rug made of some form or coarse, woven grass material.<br><br>He turned his head towards the door, and called her inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 00:03:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking in, Emma took in everything around her in his room. It suited him she thought, this room and his study fit him like a glove she thought. The fact that there was a television in the room surprised her, somehow he didn't give off the image of someone who watched, it was actually comforting to know there were other sides to him she hadn't seen yet that made him seem more human.<br><br>She didn't think she'd ever get used to walking around a house that wasn't hers, in front of a man she barely knew, with absolutely no clothes on. She felt highly exposed and embarrassed. While she knew she had a good body, she wasn't too keen on showing it off quite this much. As he hadn't told her what to do, she felt the safe thing was just to walk to his chair where he was sitting and kneel beside him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 20:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached down and started petting the top of her head.&nbsp; He tilted his head a bit, getting a peek at the now fading marks that the crop had left.&nbsp; By morning, it would be impossible to tell she'd even been struck.<br><br>"I must tell you Emma, you were quite delightful this evening.&nbsp; There's nothing I like more than seeing a slave give herself over to her bondage, and the dichotomy of sensations.&nbsp; You responded quite well to the treatments."<br><br>He let a hand brush over the back of her neck and gently nudge the collar.<br><br>"Before bed time, you may ask me three questions."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 04:41:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma sat there waiting and when he started to pet the top of her head, she had to resist the urge to put her head down on his leg. Where had that thought even come from, she wondered. She wasn't entirely sure how she had responded well, if there was another to respond to what had happened to her, all she knew was she couldn't hold back what she had felt. Maybe he was right, maybe some part of her, even if she had trouble admitting it, 'did' like being a slave. That thought scared her almost as much as being in that tight space had, though perhaps a little more, as this she had chosen.<br><br>She looked up at him when he said she could ask three questions. She didn't think she had three questions to ask just sitting on the tip of her tongue. In truth, she was so tired she wasn't thinking quite clearly. The physical strain of the basement, the emotional ride she'd been on when she had to get into the small space and then the heat of the hot shower, had all served to tire her out.<br><br>"I think I only have one really. Why did you...what was the...."<br><br>She hated how clumsy and slow she sounded around him. She 'never' had this much trouble phrasing things before, so why was she unable to do so now? <br><br>"Why did you have me get into that place?" she said, referring to the oven looking space.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 06:23:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continued to pet her head, his fingers trailing in her hair.<br><br>"Why?".. he repeated the question as he gave thought to the answer.&nbsp; "Well Emma, it's because I knew you were afraid of it.&nbsp; Slaves need to obey, all the time, without question and regardless of their own fears.&nbsp; They need to understand that their Masters wishes - regardless of how strange they might seem, or insignificant, or pointless - are always to be the first thing to be considered.&nbsp; A slave doesn't need to understand their Masters' reasons for anything, simply obeying - despite pain, fear, or discomfort - is what's required."<br><br>He paused for a bit then, moving his hand to the side of her head, over her ear, and tracing his finger behind it.&nbsp; "There will be times, Emma, that you'll spend the night in there, or the entire weekend in some part of the basement.&nbsp; Sometimes you'll be alone, and sometimes, you will have company.&nbsp; Your new life is only beginning to open for you - there is an entire world of experiences just around the corner."<br><br>He reached to the table alongside his chair opposite where she knelt, and took from it a length of chain, and a padlock.&nbsp; Leaning down, he used the lock to attach one end of the chain to the ring on her collar.&nbsp; The other end, he let dangle - it reached from her neck to the floor, and a few additional inches puddled there...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 16:28:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There may have been an entire world of experiences opening up to her, but she'd just as soon skip the ones that involved ever getting back into that small space again. She couldn't fathom the idea of being in there overnight, the mere thought of it made her shudder. The unpleasant thoughts however were pushed to the back of her mind as he kept running his fingers through her hair and her head leaned into his hand a bit. <br><br>Emma wasn't sure about all these new experiences but it didn't seem she'd have a choice and she'd simply have to hope for the best to occur. She looked down at the chain that he'd attached to her collar. She found herself following it with her eyes as it hung down in front of her and pooled by her knees. Was he going to chain her up while she slept? She wouldn't be surprised if he did at this point and she certainly wasn't going to complain to him either.<br><br>"I...I don't think I have any other questions right now"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 21:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All right then."<br><br>He stood, and took hold of her chain.&nbsp; "Come slave.", he added, and using the chain as a leash, led her to the bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Being barefoot gave her an immediate hint of what was to come, as little bits of whatever the rug was made from poked into the soles of her feet.&nbsp; It wasn't painful, but itchy and uncomfortable.&nbsp; He looped the chain around a ring that was bolted to the floor justunder the foot of his bed, centered.&nbsp; The length of the chain wouldallow her to sleep on the rug in almost any position but it wasn't long enough to allow her to either stand, or move off of the rug.<br><br>Returning to the side of the bed, he removed the silk robe he was wearing over a pair of black boxers and it was the first time Emma had seen him with his shirt off.&nbsp; His chest was smooth, and clearly did not suffer from a lack of exercise.&nbsp; Although not built like a bodybuilder, his muscles were well defined, and he appeared more like an athlete than a "consultant".<br><br>He climbed into the bed, made himself comfortable in the high thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets, and reached out to turn off the lights.&nbsp; "I suggest you have a good rest Emma, I have plans for you tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 04:23:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The mat that he had her sleep on chafed her skin and she could feel the irritation growing as she moved around. Emma had never been a very sound sleeper, tonight she would have to learn how to be, for if she tossed and turned at all, it would be much too uncomfortable. She moved around a bit until she found a position that didn't make her crazy though she wasn't sure that she'd be able to sleep through the night like this. She hadn't expected to be chained to the floor overnight, if he'd told her not to move from the mat, she would have obeyed, but it seemed that he gained enjoyment from the bindings, why else would have them?<br><br>She woke sometime during the night. The roughness of the mat and the unfamiliar surroundings had caused her to sleep lightly. While she laid there looking up at the ceiling, she listened to the man breath and sleep. He didn't snore she noticed, nor did he&nbsp; seem to mumble or speak. He did have a quiet hum to the way he breathed though, that she thought was very fitting for him. Eventually, to the rhythm of his breathing, she fell back asleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 05:14:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was his bare foot in the small of her back that woke her.&nbsp; He nudged her a few more times and spoke with a chipper tone... "Wakey wakey".<br><br>As she came out of her sleep, he wandered to the bathroom, splashed some water on his face and brushed his teeth.&nbsp; He returned then with the key, and unlocked the chain from her collar and the floor ring.<br><br>"I do hope you slept well, we've a busy evening tonight.&nbsp; For now, you can go get yourself appropriately dressed.&nbsp; I'll take my breakfast up here this morning.&nbsp; Once you've brought it, you can have six hours to yourself, and I'd suggest you use it to do any classwork you need to do as a priority and after that, anything else you like.&nbsp; You'll find me in the study by then."<br><br>He turned his back to her then, wandered back into the bathroom, and she could hear the sound of the shower water turning on...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 19:10:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma made her way from his bedroom down to her own where she quickly changed into what she was told to, ran a brush through her hair, washed her face and brushed her teeth, before heading down to the kitchen to get his breakfast. Walking through the kitchen, she was glad to have clothes on again, she felt a bit more like herself as she stirred eggs in a pan. <br><br>She left his food on his bedside table since he was still in the other room and went back to her own. Emma did have a lot of studying to do, though first she decided to get a little rest on her bed since that wouldn't irritate her skin and keep waking her up. <br><br>Emma rested though she didn't sleep for about an hour before she booted up her laptop and pulled out her books. Rather than sit at the desk she spread everything out on the bed to be more comfortable. She was starting to find the lack of distractions in the room to be fairly beneficial as her attention couldn't wander to a dozen other things, though she was certain she was going to need help with one of the classes, or join that study group she'd been invited in to. <br><br>Her mind however did drift occasionally to what might be planned for that evening, she was a little nervous about it, but she tried not to let it play on her thoughts too much. She also started thinking back to the night before, and that did take up a good deal of her time, actually just thinking about Glen took up a good deal of her time. It was still hard for her, in her thoughts, to think of him as her Master, she still didn't fully grasp what that meant, though she was beginning to. She already had the desire to please him, to make him pleased with her, but she wasn't entirely sure how to do it. It seemed that she kept making mistakes left and right, and that sat heavy on her mind. She was determined to do better, to be better.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 21:38:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen spent the morning taking care of some business calls, as well as making a few arrangements for later in the week.&nbsp; He was fully prepared for her when her six hours had concluded.<br><br>As she came into the study, he waved her in front of him.&nbsp; "Remain standing Emma, undress, and put this on."<br><br>He held out to her, a beautiful black evening dress, and a pair of black spike heels.&nbsp; The dress was knee length, strapless, and had some built-in support at the bust.&nbsp; He watched her carefully, and wondered if she'd make a comment to the fact that he didn't hand her any panties or hosiery...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 03:15:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma took the dress and held it at arms length to take a look. She recognized the designer of it immediately and already knew how this would look on. To hold it, it was a simple black dress with straight lines, until you had a curves filling it out in all the right places. It was a gorgeous dress and Emma actually felt herself looking forward to putting it on, for one thing, she doubted that he would have her dress like this to stay in the house, and she was excited to see where they would be going. <br><br>She quickly removed the silk garments she was wearing and folded them, placing them on the chair that was on the other side of the room before she unzipped and stepped into the dress. She reached in back of her and pulled the zipper up as far as she could without help, stepped into the shoes and then walked up to him. <br><br>"Master would you please zip this up the rest of the way?"<br><br>She turned around and pulled her hair out of the way of the back so that he could. It hadn't even occurred to her that he gave her nothing else to wear, as she hadn't been allowed anything under her clothes the rest of the week she didn't think that was likely to change soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 17:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finished zipping her up, then directed her to step back a few feet and model the dress.&nbsp; She looked absolutely superb, and he nodded to her in approval.<br><br>"Excellent.&nbsp; You do the dress justice.&nbsp; I expect you to take good care of it.&nbsp; It is to be worn ONLY on my instructions."<br><br>He examined her a bit more, then directed her back to a kneeling position in front of him.<br><br>"Listen to me very carefully Emma.&nbsp; Tonight is an important night, for you <em>and</em>&nbsp; for me, so expect you to be on your very best behavior.&nbsp; You will obey me without question, and without hesitation.&nbsp; You will deal with any fears you might have quickly and quietly.&nbsp; You will speak only when spoken to.&nbsp; Your behavior is a direct reflection on myself and my reputation, and should you embarrass me in any way, punishment will be most severe.&nbsp; Is this absolutely clear?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 18:22:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was very clear, she had no idea where they were headed to, though she imagined it would be somewhere nice or formal considering the dress he'd given her. She could have told him that he needn't worry about how she would care for the dress, for she was always meticulous about how she kept all of her clothes, almost as much so as she did her own appearance. <br><br>Mentally she was going over what jewelry she had in her room that would compliment this best and of course she would have to adjust the makeup she had on to something more appropriate as well. <br><br>"you wont be embarrassed, not by anything I would or wouldn't do, I promise"<br><br>And she meant it she realized. Not because she was afraid of punishment, but because she knew it would please him if she were someone he could be proud to have with him in public. She wanted that very much, if someone had asked her why, she couldn't have told them, she only knew she did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 18:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded.&nbsp; "Very good.&nbsp; I expect you to hold to your promise.&nbsp; We'll be leaving in 20 minutes and I'll be waiting for you at the front door.&nbsp; What you're wearing now, is what you'll be wearing then - Don't go putting on anything else from what you might have upstairs, understood?"<br><br>He turned away, then stopped.<br><br>"Oh yes... one more thing..."<br><br>He reached into a drawer and withdrew something that looked like a metal egg.&nbsp; It had a black wire protruding from the wider end that was about two inches long.&nbsp; He took a small bottle, and dribbled a thick liquid onto the other end, then looked up.&nbsp; "Come forward, and open your legs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 19:35:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Does that include earrings or a bracelet too? I want to look perfect for you"<br><br>She started to head out of the room before he'd answered her and when he called her back, she was a bit startled by what was in his hands. Yes she was somewhat naive, but she wasn't so very naive that she didn't know what that was. At the very least, she wouldn't have to embarrass herself by asking what it was. <br><br>While she couldn't say she was thrilled, she decided that now was as good a time as any to show him that she could do what he'd told her to do with, without hesitation or question as he wanted. She walked up close to him and stood with her legs apart.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 20:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was actually surprised at how quickly she returned, and spread her legs.&nbsp; It was clear she knew what he intended, and she didn't even blink.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact, her question about jewelry probably would have resulted in his chastising her, but under the circumstances, he backed off just slightly.&nbsp; Apparently, the previous day's session had made its required impact - whether she realized it consciously or not.<br><br>Reaching his hand under the dress, he let his fingers brush over her pussy lips for a moment, before pushing the egg up and inside her - its tiny wire the only hint that something was there.&nbsp; At the same time, he answered her, "What part of 'Don't go putting on <em>anything else</em>', did you <em>not</em> understand?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 21:42:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help but respond to his fingers touching her. Her body was starting to respond to him in general, but after the other night, his touch was something it was adjusting to. She gasped slightly when he paused the egg inside of her. It wasn't that it was uncomfortable, but it was something she wasn't used to and it felt awkward. She was highly aware of it being there.<br><br>Emma's face completely fell when he asked her which part of what he'd told her she didn't understand. They hadn't even left the house and she'd already messed up, this was not going to bode well for the evening. She had only wanted some clarification on whether he'd meant to include accessories. <br><br>"I'm sorry, I only wanted to...I was...I wanted to be sure what you meant"<br><br><em>Dammit Emma, cant you do anything right?</em> she thought to herself as she stood there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 22:10:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He simply nodded, allowing her error to pass this time, in light of her obedience.&nbsp; Besides, her expression and stumbling response told him that she'd clearly realized the error already.<br><br>"I'll expect <em>that</em>, " he pointed, indicating the egg he'd just inserted, "to remain there until I remove it - understood?&nbsp; Now, front door, twenty minutes."<br><br>He gestured to her dismissively, then stood and headed upstairs.<br><br>He had to change himself, as well as collect a few items for the evening.&nbsp; He wasn't exactly certain she was ready, but the timing of certain events weren't under his control, and he needed her tonight.&nbsp; He crossed his fingers and hoped that his work with her to this point, was enough, and he really did want her to succeed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 22:51:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she was back in her room she breathed a small sigh of relief that he didn't press the issue of her mistake. She truly wanted to have a good evening and not mess up. Emma found the task of removing and reapplying her makeup to be relaxing. When she was done with that she dug through one of the many plastic bins she had that held her personal effects and found a scented body lotion that she liked and generously massaged it into her arms and legs, a little on her chest and neck leaving behind a slight shimmer to her skin which complimented the dress to perfection. She then got out the matching perfume and dabbed a big on her wrists, behind her ears and a drop at the valley between her breasts. It wasn't an overpowering scent, but rather light and fresh. She checked the clock and headed downstairs, she had a few minutes to spare, but didn't want to keep him waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 13:32:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was already at the door when she came down, speaking with someone on his cellular.&nbsp; He finished the conversation quickly, before she came into earshot, and put the phone back in his pocket.&nbsp; He was dressed in a dark gray business suit, with a black shirt.&nbsp; He wore no tie, but his shirt had a high, straight collar with no lapels - a single round gold button closed it at the neck.<br><br>He nodded approvingly to Emma, and unlocked the door.<br><br>At the bottom of the steps there was a car waiting - a large black Lincoln with dark tinted windows.&nbsp; The back door was open, and a driver was holding the door for them.&nbsp; He directed Emma to enter first, then got in, as the driver closed the door.&nbsp; He looked at his girl... the collar stood out nicely against the neckline of the dress - It's small metal ring a clear indication that it was not simply a fashion statement.&nbsp; <br><br>He did not speak as they drove - but it didn't take long to reach their destination.&nbsp; The Lincoln stopped between blocks in a fairly well populated area.&nbsp; It was dark out, and people were walking the sidewalks on their way to the area's various restaurants.&nbsp; Reaching into his pocket, he took a shiny chain leash, with a leather handle.&nbsp; He clipped the chain to the ring on her collar, and looped the other end around his left hand.<br><br>"Come." he told her, as the driver made his way to the curb, and opened the door...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 17:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma had to admit, she liked the feel of the fancy dress, the big car, and she especially liked the way that Glen was dressed. It would, she knew, be interesting to see him out of the house in a different element. <br><br>She bit her lip as he clipped a chain to her collar, if there could have been any doubt as to the nature of the collar, the chain, okay leash even if she were going to be honest, would remove that doubt. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it, but this wasn't the time to try to figure it out. She'd made a promise for the evening, and she intended to keep it. <br><br>Emma's resolve to keep that promise waivered for just a second when it seemed they would be getting out of the car by a busy sidewalk. He was going to lead her around by a leash, like a pet, on a busy street. She wanted to close the door again, she wanted to hesitate or protest, but she reminded herself this wasn't the time for that doubt. She took a deep breath, barely realizing that she was holding it, and stepped out of the car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 17:42:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood on the curb, and watched her get out of the car.&nbsp; She stepped carefully, and he could see her movements were hampered slightly by the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and was clearly cognizant of the metal egg inside her.&nbsp; Still, she moved well, and was able to get out of the car without the appearance of anything unusual.<br><br>She looked quite stunning, actually, in the dress and heels.&nbsp; She would have attracted attention on any day, stepping from a black Lincoln dressed like that.&nbsp; But there were extra glances and whispers between couples walking as they noticed she was leashed.&nbsp; He made a mental note that the next time they did this he would have to tell the driver to park at least a block or two away - giving him the opportunity to walk her down the street a bit before getting where they needed to go.<br><br>But that was a game for another night.&nbsp; The driver closed the door, and Glen told him he'd call when it was time for them to be picked up.&nbsp; The Lincoln pulled away, and he lead his leashed slave into an alleyway between two rather posh resteraunts.&nbsp; There were dumpsters on either side, and the typical assortment of "alleyway junk".&nbsp; About midway down, he stopped in front of a large wooden door reinforced with straps of metal in a hash pattern, bolted where they crossed.&nbsp; In the center of the door was a peephole of sorts with a sliding closure, and Emma could hear the muted sounds of music and people from behind it.&nbsp; He knocked three times on the door.&nbsp; The peephole opened, then closed.&nbsp; A moment later, the door began to open.<br><br>Once again, he simply told her, "Come." <br><br>Inside, a long stairway led down, and around a corner.&nbsp; Music and the loud din of a good number of people were coming from below...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 23:33:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A million questions went through Emma's mind as they made their way down the small alley between the buildings, but knew that she'd have to wait or just find out as things unfolded. She had to remind herself not to speak, which was no easy thing for her, until he spoke to her first, which he was showing no signs of, except to direct her.<br><br>Her cheeks colored a bit as she saw a few eyes glance at her, no, not at her, at the leash. Did people really do this? Well she knew that they did but she never thought she would have been one of them. She tried her best to push everyone on the street out of her thoughts as they disappeared down the alley.<br><br>The door that they stopped in front of looked like something out of the start of a really bad B movie, complete with him knocking a set amount of times and the peephole. She managed to suppress a laugh and keep her face impassive, it wouldn't do to start the night off on a bad note.&nbsp; Her stomach clenched a bit as they walked down the narrow staircase, she couldn't imagine what was coming next, but was wary of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 22:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could tell from her expression that she'd never come to this kind of club.&nbsp; He grinned a little as he lead her down, and around the corner, where the music and chatter grew louder.&nbsp; When they entered the main section of the basement club, a good number of heads turned as the clientele took in the new arrivals.<br><br>Emma would notice that there were many men and women of varying ages who were wearing collars.&nbsp; Some were leashed, others were not.&nbsp; Each appeared to be with a Master or Mistress, and there seemed to be no particular rule regarding combinations of genders.&nbsp; Off to the right, in a corner booth, a Woman clad head-to-toe in tightly fitting leather held a pair of leashes - a man and a woman were on all fours to her side.<br><br>There were people dressed in all different styles and some were barely dressed at all.&nbsp; One thing was consistent, however, and that was the quality of clothing that was worn.&nbsp; This was not a low-end club, and the decor itself clearly represented that.&nbsp; Chairs and booths of fine velvet and leather along with risque paintings that were clearly hand-painted.&nbsp; The liquor behind the bar also included many expensive varieties - several under lock &amp; key.<br><br>As quickly as people turned to look, they turned back to what they had originally been doing.&nbsp; <br><br>Glen gave her a moment or two to acclimate herself, then caught the eye of several people who clearly recognized him.&nbsp; One of those people, was the woman in the corner she'd noticed.&nbsp; He gave a slight tug on the leash, and they moved in that direction.&nbsp; As they drew closer, Emma could see that both the man and woman kneeling on the floor were wearing leather harnesses.&nbsp; Both were gagged with red rubber balls in their mouths, and their wrists and ankles connected with short chains...<br><br><br><br>There was a good deal of smoke, and the atmosphere was dark and exotic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 20:54:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt as if she'd just walked straight into a fetish movie. Never had she seen so many people in one place clad in leather and other assorted materials that left little to the imagination. She was grateful that she was given something classier to wear. The range of ages amazed her and some of the outfits of the older people shocked her. A few of the people, well she felt someone should have been kind and showed them a mirror before they left the house, but she kept all the thoughts rolling around in her head to herself and off of her face as well. <br><br>Her eyes went slightly wide at the two people who were on the floor beside the woman they were headed toward. At the moment, Emma couldn't decide where the best place to look was, everything was fascinating and interesting and at the same time she felt like she was a voyeur. Occasionally she glanced back to Glen to see where his gaze was going and made sure that she stayed at his pace as he walked through the crowd.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 22:52:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen made his way over to the woman, smiled, and took a seat on the other side of the booth.&nbsp; He pulled a cushion from between them, and put it on the ground in front of Emma, and pointed.<br><br>Looking immediately away from her, he focused on the woman who was seated.&nbsp; "It's nice to see you Loraine.", he pointed then, at the kneeling couple.&nbsp; "These two working out well for you?"<br><br>The woman, 'Loraine', nodded and smiled.&nbsp; "They are..", and as if to emphasize, gave each one a quick kick in the behind with the toe of her shoe - a soft muffled sound came from behind the gags of each one.&nbsp; "Is that a new one?" she asked, indicating Emma.<br><br>Glen nodded.&nbsp; "It is... and her first night out as well.&nbsp; No doubt, she's feeling a bit nervous.".&nbsp; He turned then, and asked, "Is that right Emma?&nbsp; Does this place make you nervous?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 23:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Remembering what he'd said about not hesitating, when he put the pillow down on the ground Emma lifted the hem of the dress a bit so it wouldn't snag and knelt down on the pillow. She couldn't help but look a little shocked when the woman sitting there just kicked the pair out of nowhere and for seemingly no reason. She instantly didn't like the woman, though knew she would have to keep that to herself. She didn't care for anyone who referred to her as 'that'. <br><br>She doubted she'd ever felt more out of place in her life than she did right there. Nervous didn't begin to cover it. "Yes Master..a little" She kept her answer short, while he'd told her only to speak if she was spoken to, she would have been perfectly fine saying nothing in this environment, for if she didn't speak, she couldn't say the wrong thing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 23:31:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned, then reached out and gave her a playful rub on the head, as one would do to a dog, but he let his fingertips go briefly down over her ear in a caress, then waved to the bartender who recognized him immediately, and indicated an understanding.<br><br>Loraine laughed... "Nervous... she looks almost traumatized.&nbsp; Let me guess, you didn't tell her where you were taking her."&nbsp; The woman turned her head and smiled to Emma, then added "Not a particularly nice thing for your Master to do now, is it - bringing you down here amongst the riffraff without so much as a warning? "<br><br>She twirled her fingers in a leather tassel that dangled from her shoulder, as she gave Emma an inviting smile, and waited for an answer...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 00:45:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma felt at an absolute loss as to how to answer the woman. She had to think quickly for not answering wasn't an option and answering slowly would make her seem on the simple side. The first thought in her mind was not only was it not nice, but it was on the sadistic side. Somehow, she didn't think that answer would win her any points, in fact, she was sure of it.<br><br>"I'm sure he had his reasons"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 00:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma was smart, of that he had no doubt.&nbsp; Another would have gotten caught by the question, but Emma's response was good.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it was lacking proper respect.&nbsp; He looked down at Emma, and gave a yank on the leash.&nbsp; "I'm sure he had his reasons MA'AM"<br><br>Reaching into his shirtsleeve with a barely perceptible movement, he operated a little remote he'd hidden there.&nbsp; It was at that moment, that Emma learned exactly why there was a metal egg inside her vagina.&nbsp; It gave her a rather potent electric shock.&nbsp; There was no sound, no warning, just the sharp, painful jolt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 01:21:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma had been so very wrong in her assumption on what the egg was. She barely managed to throw her hand out in front of her to keep her balance when the shock of pain hit, but she did manage to hold in all but the slightest of muffled sounds. He'd never told her how she should address other people, she probably should have assumed that, but, she wasn't prepared for this, he'd given her no warning or instruction other than not to speak unless spoken to. She would have preferred she hadn't been spoken to.<br><br>Now she was at a loss, she'd messed up, but should she apologize to him? to the woman? say nothing? She looked up at him for a moment to see if she could see any indication in his face of what was expected of her next. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 04:35:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen kept his expression even, showing neither anger, nor amusement.&nbsp; He'd hoped that Emma would have known to be respectful, but then - smart as she was - she didn't always think everything through.&nbsp; That was OK, she would learn.&nbsp; In fact, one thing he'd noticed is that Emma learned rather quickly.&nbsp; She genuinely wanted to do well, and being chastised always seemed to bother her.<br><br>Loraine, however, was not quite so contained.&nbsp; She watched Emma's reaction, knowing immediately what it was, and laughed.&nbsp; "Ohhh... she wasn't expecting that now, was she!"<br><br>He didn't answer, but instead continued to focus on Emma, directing her a stern, yet not angry look.&nbsp; He repeated as if to prompt, "I'm sure he had his reasons, Ma'am."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 15:34:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm..I'm sure he had his reasons, Ma'am, and I..apologize"<br><br>She looked up to Glen hopeful that she hadn't thought wrong in adding the apology to the end, but it seemed a safe bet. The last thing she wanted to do was make this any worse. Emma was positive she'd never make that mistake again though.<br><br>Emma tried to keep herself from letting her attention wander all over the rest of the place, but it was difficult. There was so much activity going on all around them that her interest was piqued, however, she kept her attention where it belonged, she couldn't make another mistake tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 16:46:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to her then, his expression now much less stern.&nbsp; "Very good Emma."<br><br>Loraine chuckled again, and smiled to Emma, "Thank you dear."<br><br>At that point, a server arrived with a wine glass, and a tin cup.&nbsp; Glen took them both.&nbsp; He placed the wine glass on the table, and the cup, and handed the cup down.&nbsp; Emma could smell what was inside, and it wasn't at all unpleasant - a fine red wine.<br><br>Loraine had turned her attention back to the table, "She's adorable Glen, especially the way you have her all dressed-up.&nbsp; Any chance you'd part with her?&nbsp; I'd make it worth your while..."<br><br>Glen grinned, then looked down at Emma, "Your first time out, and already someone's asking to buy your contract.&nbsp; What do you think - should I sell you to Mistress Loraine?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 17:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ground never seemed to open up and swallow a person whole when they wanted it to, she thought to herself. Emma's face felt flushed and she knew it had to have turned a bright red at the comments being made. <br><br>She looked from one to the other for a moment, knowing that he wasn't actually going to attempt to give her to this woman, at least, she was mostly certain of that, but then, there was little about Glen that she truly understood yet.&nbsp; She thought for a minute before she spoke, knowing that she had to think before saying anything as to avoid saying it wrong. <br><br>"well Master, as....flattering as that is, I would hope that you're pleased enough with me you wouldn't wish to do so" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 17:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen smiled.&nbsp; Emma was indeed, a fast learner.&nbsp; He had been worried about taking her out this early in her training, but so far she was performing above his expectations.&nbsp; He reached down, and gave her cheek an approving caress, then turned back to Loraine, "It would appear,&nbsp; she'd rather I not do that."<br><br>Mistress Loraine smiled back, and then turned her gaze to Emma once more, "Is that so, little one.&nbsp; You don't yearn for the privilege of my attentions?"&nbsp; She used the tip of her shoe to press directly into the ass-cheeks of her male slave.&nbsp; Emma could make out that there was something attached to the inside of the leather strap that went between his legs.&nbsp; The man let out an oddly pitched sound that slipped through the gag, and he shuddered.&nbsp; His cock, visually concealed within a leather thong, grew noticeably.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 18:38:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frankly the woman scared the hell out of Emma, but she couldn't say that. The thought of being one of the two people on the floor by her made her stomach turn a bit, but she also couldn't say that. Maybe it was an unfair assessment based on a snap judgement, but fear wasn't always rational.&nbsp; Did her question/comment really require an answer? She wasn't sure, luckily as she started to give an answer, Loraine had done something to the bound man on the floor making him, she would have described the sound almost as a squeal. She couldn't help but look from Loraine to the man on the floor and back again. Never would she have believed she'd be in a place like this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 19:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen watched Emma's eyes move from him, to Loraine, to the pair of slaves, and back.&nbsp; He watched her eyes open wide when Loraine nudged the plug in her slave's ass.&nbsp; She was getting herself confused again, paying too much attention to what was going on around her and not focusing where she should be.<br><br>He looked at her, "Emma, Mistress Loraine is waiting for an answer."<br><br>To emphasize his point, he gave the remote in his sleeve a touch, and the egg sent out another electric jolt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 19:38:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn't matter that she had seen him reach to his sleeve again, there was simply no way to be prepared for what happened when he touched the remote, luckily she managed not to spill the cup of wine she'd been given. Silently she cursed herself for getting distracted, but how was she supposed to do anything otherwise when this was all so new. There was too much going on around her to keep her focus in one place, but she realized she had better find a way to do so or this was going to be a very painful night.&nbsp; She looked back up at him and then turned her attention back to Loraine who was looking at her expectantly. Emma thought she would be sick, or faint, or possibly be sick and then faint, she was so nervous about what to say now without offending her. <br><br>"I would think that...that...the privilege of your attention is better given to those who have earned it ma'am, and I'm still so new, I hope that doesn't offend you that my answer would be no"<br><br>She felt so hot at the moment she truly did think she was going to pass out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 21:00:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Loraine laughed openly.&nbsp; It was a friendly, bright laugh.&nbsp; "Glen, she has a way with words, doesn't she."&nbsp; Her foot went between the legs of her other slave, and pushed up between her legs, causing her to buck a bit and moan.&nbsp; She turned to Emma then, "Don't you worry yourself sweetie," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "Glen's always been quite possessive of his girls, and I'm a terrible tease."<br><br>Glen smiled, reaching down again to give Emma a reassuring caress as he spoke to Loraine.&nbsp; "I don't believe she's ever seen a pair like yours."&nbsp; Turning to Emma, he told her, "Different people have different needs Emma, I think that Mistress Loraine's two slaves are more than happy to be with her, and were the roles reversed would be just as uncomfortable as you are now."<br><br>He sipped his wine then, and leaned back into the booth.&nbsp; The talk between himself an Loraine then turned somewhat businesslike.&nbsp; She was asking questions about when he'd be available to "do some work", and what the percentage difference in his fees would be over the previous year.&nbsp; It was clear to Emma that they were speaking in terms they were both familiar with, but were intended <em>not</em> to be understood by those around them.<br><br>After some time, Glen directed his attention back to Emma, "I do believe we're about done here... Do you feel up to having a little supper?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 22:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma breathed a sigh of relief when the woman laughed and then was even further relieved when the two of them started talking about something else entirely. She had never been too comfortable being a center of attention, she liked to listen and observe. While she couldn't quite understand what they were talking about, she knew it was regarding business, something he'd told her very little about. She had to admit, her curiosity was piqued by it though. Well, she imagined that in the amount of time she'd be living at his house, she would eventually know what it was he did, one way or another. <br><br>&nbsp;For reasons she couldn't say yet, she kept focusing on one thing that Loraine had said to her, that Glen was possessive, and she found that she liked that thought, a lot. <br><br>When he mentioned having dinner, she realized that she hadn't eaten since breakfast, and while that wasn't entirely unusual for her, the energy she'd expended on nerves alone did have her a little hungry. "yes Master, if you are" though she didn't make a move to get up yet. She glanced quickly around the room and wondered if it would be here or if they would be going elsewhere.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 22:53:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As if in answer to her unvoiced question Glen began to collect himself, clearly making moves to leave.&nbsp; <br><br>Loraine leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, saying loud enough for Emma to hear, "She really is a delight Glen, I'm glad you decided to bring her along."<br><br>He nodded, then reached down to Emma, squeezing her shoulder, and in doing so, gave her a little nudge as an indication for her to stand.&nbsp; He took the cup from her hands and placed it on the table.<br><br>"Good night Loraine, and do take care.", he told the woman, who grinned back at him before giving each of her own slaves a quick kick in the rump, eliciting groans in response.<br><br>He lead Emma then, back through the din of the club, and up the stairs.&nbsp; Once back in the alleyway, he took a deep breath of the cool night air, and turned to Emma - a broad smile on his face&nbsp; "For your first time, you did very well my slave.&nbsp; I'm quite proud of you.&nbsp; Now, I think we'll go somewhere nice and have some supper - we didn't get you all dressed up for just pizza and beer, did we."<br><br>That said, he began leading her back towards the street, the leash still in his hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 02:13:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma wouldn't say that she was relieved to be out of that club and away from the strangeness, but she was glad to be back outside, even if it was on the end of a leash. She had seen inside that there were worse things, and as embarrassments went, well she was fairly certain no one she knew was going to see her like that anyway.<br><br>Hearing that she'd done well, despite the minor slip ups she'd made inside, to hear that he was proud of her, it made her feel as wonderful as anything ever had. If you had asked her just a few weeks ago if she would have thought that someones opinion of her would have that much impact on how she felt at the end of the day, she would have told them they were crazy. She felt proud, because he was proud, and that was a new experience. <br><br>They made their way out of the alley and back towards the street. She couldn't help but wonder if they would walk to a restaurant or if they were going to get back in the car. Was he going to keep her on the leash if they did walk?&nbsp; The streets had filled up a bit more since they had been inside and she noticed several people looking at them, though unlike before when they walked in, she didn't seem to mind quite as much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 06:14:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They made their way out into the street, and he turned the corner.&nbsp; He knew Emma was likely quite self conscious being on a leash, but so far, she was doing well, so he decided there was no reason to remove it at the moment.&nbsp; He went a couple doors down from the alley and stopped at in front of one of the higher-end restaurants.&nbsp; The doorman gave him a strange look, but opened the door politely.<br><br>With the fetish club less than a block away, locals were used to seeing people "oddly" dressed, but most didn't find their way into the better restaurants - dress code alone kept them away.&nbsp; But Glen knew this, and had selected Emma's dress accordingly, and there wasn't much the doorman could object to - there wasn't a "no leash" rule posted anywhere.<br><br>Inside, Glen whispered to the maître d', shook his hand, and they were quickly escorted to a table in the back corner.&nbsp; Just about everyone watched as they passed, and the whispers amongst the couples and other groups were obvious.&nbsp; He simply ignored them, and sat.&nbsp; The maître d' pulled a chair out for Emma, and Glen gestured to her that she should sit.&nbsp; A waiter appeared immediately, and Glen glanced at the wine list briefly, and ordered.&nbsp; The waiter's eyes popped open, and he nodded, suddenly very eager to please as he disappeared to retrieve the requested bottle.<br><br>Alone, Glen smiled to Emma.&nbsp; "You must have a lot of things spinning about in your head Emma... How are you feeling?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 16:48:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a little more difficult for Emma to simply ignore the looks and comments that were made as they passed by the other tables in the restaurant. On the street it was one thing, they walked passed and the people were gone, here, in the restaurant, everyone would be able to continue to cast glances as they sat. <br><br>She'd never been in a restaurant quite this fancy before, and it made her just slightly nervous, in addition to everything else that had been going. To say that she had a lot spinning in her head was an understatement.<br><br>"Honestly? I feel....overwhelmed. I don't think I expected anything like this"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 16:58:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled.&nbsp; "No?&nbsp; You're wearing a rather expensive dress, and I'm not exactly 'casual' - did you think we were going to a hillbilly bar or some such place?"<br><br>The waiter was back in record time with a bottle, which he uncorked, and then poured a tiny bit into Glen's glass.&nbsp; It was sampled, approved, and then poured for both of them.&nbsp; He was handed a menu, but when the waiter went to give one to Emma, Glen shook his head and gestured the man away.<br><br>"I suppose, " he told her, "that you must be having a bit of trouble reconciling all these different things.&nbsp; The Club can be daunting to newcomers on their first visit.&nbsp; They don't know what to expect even when they're told ahead of time, which is why I don't bother.&nbsp; This is also the first time I've taken you out, so there's that as well..."<br><br>He took another sip of his wine, then smiled.&nbsp; "Since you're a little confused, why don't I help guide you a bit.&nbsp; Tell me... what were your feelings about Mistress Loraine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 18:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma hadn't meant that the restaurant was overwhelming, but the entire evening, as he went on, she realized that he knew that though. Not being a drinker, she sipped at the wine in very small sips, not wanting to lose any remote control of her senses and thoughts. <br><br>She thought for a few minutes on how to answer him regarding Loraine. If she were too honest, she might offend him as she was a friend of his. If she wasn't honest, well she doubted she could bring herself to lie to him anyway. So the only question for her was, how honest she should be.<br><br>"Well, I don't really know her, and umm...well I guess I found her intimidating. She made me uneasy. Maybe that's not a fair assessment, but its how I felt"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 18:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, "She has that effect, yes."&nbsp; He grinned, "But then, that was her intent, you know."<br><br>Glen ordered a meal for them, an endive salad to start, then a dish that included veal.&nbsp; "If you're good, perhaps you'll have some dessert", he winked.<br><br>Returning to his original topic, however, his expression changed to one of genuine interest, "Tell me something Emma, what were your thoughts on the two slaves she had with her?&nbsp; I expect you to be honest with me.&nbsp; There were a number of reasons I brought you with me tonight, rather than leaving you at home."<br><br>He took the leash from his hand then, finding it uncomfortable with the current arrangement of silverware, glasses, and napkins, choosing to loop the handle around the back of his chair.&nbsp; It had the side-effect of bringing the leash into a position of greater visibility to the tables around them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 20:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had intended honesty regardless of the question. Emma prided herself on being a mostly honest person, her biggest issues with honesty came from omission, not out and out lying. In time she supposed, he'd learn enough about her that he wouldn't feel the need to preface questions with statements like that. The question regarding Loraine was easier than what she thought about the two slaves that were with her, she'd tried very hard not to think about them too much.<br><br>"I'm not sure what I think about them. I wouldn't want to be them, I know that. I guess...I think..."<br><br>She took a sip of her wine and cleared her throat, deciding to start over.<br><br>"I guess I never thought about people who would enjoy that sort of...humiliation I guess? I don't understand what they are getting from it, I don't know that I want to"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 22:11:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen thought about her answer for a moment.&nbsp; "Actually Emma, in that particular situation, it's more about feeling subhuman - like an animal.&nbsp; Some people would even like to experience being a 'mistreated' animal.&nbsp; But I'm guessing the sense of excitement they get from it isn't unlike the the feeling you're having right now..."<br><br>Glen grinned, then covertly slipped his fingertip into his sleeve.&nbsp; The egg inside Emma's pussy suddenly woke up.&nbsp; But this time, it didn't hurt - it wasn't a shock.&nbsp; It was vibrating.<br><br>He watched her for her expression.&nbsp; The intensity he'd set wasn't excessively high, but it was more than enough to... wake up anything dormant... so to speak.&nbsp; His hand reached out and fiddled with her leash, close to where it connected to her collar.<br><br>It wasn't more than a moment later, that their salads arrived.<br><br>"Hungry?" he asked her simply as if nothing unusual was going on, then picked up his for, and began to eat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 16:00:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small wave of fear was the first thing that went through Emma's mind when she saw his fingers slip into his sleeve, though the gesture was barely noticeable. She couldn't imagine what she'd done or said wrong, though his face didn't hold an expression of disapproval. To say she was taken by surprise was an understatement. She practically jumped out of her chair as the sensations hit when he turned it on. This was more what she had thought the egg was for, but she hadn't expected him to turn in on in the restaurant for any reason.<br><br>Squirming a bit in her seat, Emma's cheeks flushed when the waiter came over with the salads. She couldn't possibly think about eating at the moment, but she did take another sip of her wine, hoping to calm her nerves a bit. Oh god, she thought, someone is going to notice if she wasnt careful, but it was so hard to maintain her composure at the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 23:58:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was all he could do to keep from laughing, and maintain the calm, casual, and detached demeanor he'd established.&nbsp; The look on her face when the vibrations began was priceless.&nbsp; As he nibbled a bit of salad, he watched her hands shaking as she held the wine glass with two hands - he could see the movement of the wine in the glass as it betrayed how unsteady those two hands were.<br><br>"Are we feeling a bit self conscious?" he asked her, but didn't wait for an answer.&nbsp; Instead, he continued.&nbsp; "I'll bet you're wondering how many tricks I have up this sleeve," he gestured to his shirt.&nbsp; "I'll be honest with you, there's nothing more than what you've already felt now.&nbsp; Except, of course..."<br><br>He touched inside his sleeve again.&nbsp; The egg didn't stop vibrating, but it did produce another electric shock.&nbsp; Not one quite so strong as those she'd experienced in the club, but like the vibrations, more than strong enough to be felt.<br><br>"Both at the same time," he continued, then smiled.&nbsp; "Do eat your salad or it will be sitting there when your meal comes, and that would be wasteful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 02:34:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Had Emma not known he was going to do 'something', she wouldn't have been able to stay silent when the jolt hit her. As it was she practically stood completely out of her chair before sitting back down trying to get her composure back. <br><br>Another sip of wine and she felt a little better to control herself, or so she hoped as she felt they had already called enough attention to them by him walking her into the restaurant on a leash. She took a few bites of her salad as he'd told her to and wondered what else there was that was coming. <br><br>She wanted to ask him what the other reasons were that he'd brought her with him, since he'd made a point to say there were a number of them. But she sat there quietly, as she didn't know if she was free to speak yet or still needed to wait until she'd been spoken to, though her eyes held the question. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 05:05:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The salads were small, and Glen took the last few bites of his while Emma was still recovering from her little shock.&nbsp; The way she'd squirmed when he jolted her was absolutely priceless - so was the faint jingle of the leash chain as her body shuddered.<br><br>He watched her start to eat, which was good.&nbsp; He actually did want her to enjoy the food - otherwise, what was the point in paying for it.&nbsp; But she was uncertain, and he thought perhaps he might be taking her too far too quickly.<br><br>As he pushed the salad plate away from the edge of the table, he reached down and rubbed her knee.&nbsp; "You look as if you have a million questions and no idea how to ask them.&nbsp; You're eager to please, and I like that.&nbsp; You chose your words very carefully with Mistress Loraine, and that wasn't lost on me either.&nbsp; But I don't want you so tense that you can't enjoy your meal, and I'm not much for eating out without engaging company, so... let yourself relax a bit.&nbsp; I won't shock you again.&nbsp; Now... why not ask one of those million questions hmm?"<br><br>He smiled and gave her knee gentle pat...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 16:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma made a conscious effort to relax, engaging conversation was something she was, normally, good at. She'd always been able to fill gaps in conversation with little things that she'd picked up here or there, rarely had she been out and had a boring time unless the person she was with was hopeless. But, this wasn't her typical night out, this wasn't with someone she didn't care if she impressed or ever saw again. The rules had changed on her far too fast for her to keep up with.<br><br>Taking another bite of the salad she thought about which question she'd like to ask first, though really, this was new for her as well. She'd always been one to just talk and let information come as it will. She didn't like feeling so out of place, but she knew she had to be patient until she felt comfortable in her own skin again. <br><br>"Well I've heard of clubs like the one we just left, obviously I've never been inside of one before. How long have you been...a member? "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 13:31:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled, then broke a piece of bread from the basket on the table and began to butter it.&nbsp; "Of all the things going through your head, this is your first question?"&nbsp; Well, there was nothing wrong with the question, but she'd probably be somewhat surprised by the answer.&nbsp; "About three years now, Emma.&nbsp; As long as it's been there.&nbsp; And I'm not a 'member', but one of the owners.. the 'silent partner', if you will."<br><br>He took a bite of the bread, then passed the basket to Emma.<br><br>"Mistress Loraine," he told her, "is one of the more active partners.&nbsp; There are three of us, actually.&nbsp; The third you haven't yet met - but in time, you will."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 23:31:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and took the basket from him, setting it down. She could see that it was probably not one of the more important questions she could have asked, but it was the first one that popped into her mind, order of importance rarely had anything to do with the order that things came out of her mouth. Emma was surprised to hear that he was a part owner of that club, she wouldn't have pegged him a club owner type, but then again, he said he was a silent partner.<br><br>"What made you decide to open a club like that?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 17:41:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he nibbled his bread he noticed that she was beginning to relax a bit, apparently becoming used to the vibration between her legs, so he covertly slipped a finger into his sleeve and moved the intensity up a notch.&nbsp; Eventually, he'd take her out and have her orgasm in public - but that would come in time.<br><br>"Well, there wasn't one anywhere nearby that catered to upscale clientèle, but it was a business decision like anything else.&nbsp; Someone had an idea that I thought would be profitable, so I financed it.&nbsp; Besides, I needed a place for my slaves to perform occasionally, and since I'm an owner, it makes that a bit easier to arrange."<br><br>Hopefully, between strengthening the vibration, and his mention of 'performing' he could knock her slightly off balance again.&nbsp; He wanted her to enjoy the meal, but of course, he also needed her to enjoy something else - and that was the sense of being out in public with something taboo happening behind in the background...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 19:15:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				About to take another small bite of the salad the fork dropped from her hand as she felt the slight increase in vibration from the egg. Shifting slightly in her seat, Emma tried to refocus on the conversation, but it was difficult. <br><br>"And I'm sure its a good investment as well. I would imagine there are....."<br><br>She had started to respond to him after she'd gotten a measure of control back to keep the conversation flowing, and then the rest of what he'd said caught up with her and stopped her dead in her tracks.<br><br>"Perform?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 20:16:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled directly at her, "Well of course Emma - did you think people went to a place like that just to drink?&nbsp; You could do that anywhere you wanted."<br><br>He finished the piece of bread he was eating, and indicated her salad... "Best finish that quickly, your dinner will be here soon.&nbsp; Now it's not often I'll give you the freedom you have right now, for open conversation.&nbsp; I wonder why you're focusing on the club - unless of course - you'd like us to visit more often, which I'm sure we can arrange."<br><br>He watched her movements in the seat - she was finding it harder to concentrate again.&nbsp; He made a show of sniffing the nearby air, then looking directly at her, winked an eye and asked somewhat rhetorically, "Now... I wonder if the people at the nearby tables can smell that too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 21:30:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suppose because we just left the club so it was the first thing on my mind"<br><br>She took a few more bites of the salad before putting her fork down and pushing the plate back an inch or two. Between her nerves and the fact that what he had ordered for dinner sounded good, she found she didn't have a large appetite where the salad was concerned. She took another sip of the wine, which was starting to make her a little light headed and told herself she wouldn't have anymore until their meals came, almost choking on it when he made his comment. <br><br>How was she supposed to engage in conversation when he was making her completely speechless. The waiter came by only a moment later to take the salad plates away and Emma could feel the heat rise into her cheeks as she sat there completely mortified. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 17:41:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen was enjoying her obvious embarrassment, as he wasn't hiding the very large grin on his face as he watched her.<br><br>"Maybe, " he whispered to her, though a little on the louder side, "the next time we come, I'll put something inside you that can bring on an orgasm... would you like that?"&nbsp; Not giving her a chance to answer, he continued.&nbsp; "Tell me something Emma... You've been with me just over a week now.&nbsp; Based on what you've experienced so far, would you continue stay with me and remain my slave, were I to void the contract?"<br><br>He had no intention of voiding her contract, of course, but he was curious as to what her answer might be...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 20:16:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma was trying, she was trying her damnedest to have a normal, well flowing conversation, but it was hard when everything he said made her speechless. And that's not to mention the constant vibration going on inside of her, it was enough to drive her to distraction. <br><br>She thought for a few minutes on how to answer his question though, it was an interesting one and one she wasn't sure she could answer with any real certainty.<br><br>"If I can be completely honest? Were there no contract, none of this would have ever occurred to me. If it were a voided contract, then I would want more time to get to know you before, and I don't know if I would or wouldn't. You've, well you've shown me something that I never knew I wanted, I don't think I'd be able to just walk away"<br><br>It was the best answer she could give, the question may have been tailored for a yes or no, but the answer was more complicated than a simple one word. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 21:48:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to her in understanding.<br><br>"That's a good answer," he told her.&nbsp; "You can't find your true self in just a week, but it's clear to me that we've opened a door for you, haven't we.&nbsp; Don't worry though, I'll ask you that question again in a few weeks, and I do believe you'll be answering differently.&nbsp; In fact, you might have a different answer every week for the next several months."<br><br>He took another bite of bread, and a sip of wine.<br><br>"You're only at the very beginning of your training Emma, there's so much more for you to learn."<br><br>It was then that the meal arrived - a chicken dish, with a lovely Masalla wine sauce, fresh vegetables, and roasted potatoes.&nbsp; The aroma was enticing.&nbsp; He leaned over to Emma then, and "loud-whispered" again, "You know... I've known the Matre'd for a long time now - I almost had him deliver your supper in a dog bowl, but think you've been through enough today, hmmm?"&nbsp; He smirked.&nbsp; Then a little louder, "I do hope you enjoy your supper, I happen to think this is one of the best places in town to go without a credit-check at the door..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 20:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How could I not enjoy it? A nice atmosphere, interesting company and conversation, and the food looks delicious"<br><br>She decided to just smile and not react to the comment regarding food being brought out in a dog bowl. It didn't happen, and didn't require a comment. She was still having a bit of trouble sitting still, but was making what she considered to be a very good effort to do so.<br><br>"Have you ever been wrong? Have you ever taken someone and started this and it wasn't remotely close to something they would want or could handle? Or do you just have a sense about people?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 21:18:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen smiled.&nbsp; Ignoring his last comment showed that she was starting to get control of her thoughts.&nbsp; He wondered how she'd react the next time, if he said nothing and actually DID have her meal so delivered...&nbsp; He filed that thought away for a future opportunity.<br><br>He wasn't certain that she'd understand his answer, but he gave it anyway.&nbsp; "Have you noticed Emma, that the mind often sees what the mind wants to see?&nbsp; We conveniently forget things that are unpleasant or we see the good in people even though we know there's bad - all because we subconsciously want things to be a certain way?&nbsp; Well, it's the same thing with reading and comprehension.&nbsp; The newspaper advertisement, the contract, the questions I asked you... all used carefully chosen words.&nbsp; You responded to them.&nbsp; Subconsciously you knew there were things about that contract that didn't ring quite "vanilla".&nbsp; You may have even known it outright.&nbsp; The fact is, you wanted this, whether you were, or even now are, going to admit that to yourself."<br><br>He paused, and took several bites of his dinner, which was - in fact - superb.&nbsp; <br><br>"Girls who respond, and are opposed to what I plan for them, react very differently.&nbsp; They notice those things, and they don't skip over them for any reason.&nbsp; They immediately run for the hills.&nbsp; So in answer to your question... no.&nbsp; I've never been wrong.&nbsp; For some, it takes longer than others for me to see the right things in them - so I have had girls who I've had to interview two, or sometimes three times before I have a level of certainty."<br><br>He finished the wine in his glass, and reached for the bottle, refilling it, and Emma's as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 04:26:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma thanked him for the wine and began eating, not only did the food look delicious, it was better than anything she could ever have hoped to cook for him. She thought about his answer and found it to be interesting, though she didn't know if she fully believed it. It wasn't her place to question it though, she'd asked and he answered. She was pleasantly surprised at how open he was letting her be by asking whatever came into her mind over dinner and slowly she was relaxing and found she enjoyed his company more than she'd expected to. <br><br>"Has anyone ever broken their contract with you?"<br><br>She knew already it would have to be something extremely drastic for her to even consider it, for one, she didn't want to face the financial ruin it would bring, but now, more so now, she&nbsp; wanted to learn more about this life and who she was. She had a feeling by the end of it, she would come out a much more complete person.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 19:19:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finished the bite in his mouth, his response quite immediate, "No.. never.&nbsp; Not the contract you signed, or any other.&nbsp; In fact," he reached over and hooked a finger through the ring in her collar giving it a very gentle tug, "once your contract is over, you'll beg me not to take this off of you.&nbsp; You'll want to keep wearing it, just like the others."<br><br>He let it go, and had another bite of his meal.<br><br>"Once you open Pandora's box, Emma, you can't close it anymore.&nbsp; You know as well as I that something's been let out - just haven't fully come to terms with exactly what that is yet.&nbsp; Give it time - you will..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 22:25:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hoped he was right, she hated the feeling of uncertainty and confusion, but he seemed so sure of it, that she was tempted to believe him. Taking a few more bites of the food, she thought about what else she'd like to know, and one thing did strike her, she'd really only been asking about things from others who had signed, but what about what he thought of them?<br><br>"Have you ever cancelled one? I mean, has anyone ever not been what you'd hoped or failed miserably and you were the one to terminate it?"<br><br>Emma thought that what little she knew of him so far, she wouldn't put it past him to see someone as completely hopeless and give up. She figured him to have only so much patience with people, but again, that was all speculation on her part. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 23:29:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen frowned.&nbsp; He took another sip of his wine and contemplated his response...&nbsp; "Yes, and no.&nbsp; I have terminated a contract, once."&nbsp; He sighed then.&nbsp; <br><br>"A complicated situation...&nbsp; It wasn't because she misbehaved, or because she violated any of the terms of the contract - that would be HER failure, not mine.&nbsp; It was because.... sometimes when you open what you think is a door, it ends up being a more than just a door - it's more like a dam bursting.&nbsp; There was one lovely woman who found she had needs that I just couldn't deliver.&nbsp; Everyone has their limits Emma, even me.&nbsp; I couldn't do to her, what she needed... so I let her go, and helped find someone for her that could meet those needs."<br><br>He took another drink from his wineglass, and finished his chicken.&nbsp; "I don't see that happening with you Emma - if it did, I'd have seen it already.&nbsp; When something like that happens, it happens rather quickly.&nbsp; But I've never had to give up on anyone - no.&nbsp; There was one girl who thought she could get out of her contract by misbehaving SO much that I would become tired of punishing her.&nbsp; If that ever crosses your mind, remember this - you would break <em>long</em> before that would ever happen.&nbsp; In the end, she realized she was only denying her own true self."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 04:32:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That would never cross my mind to do. I don't take commitments lightly, and whether I did or didn't really know what I was getting into, and I think, maybe you're right, on some level I did, I made a commitment, and I will honor that. To do otherwise isn't the kind of person I want to be"<br><br>She realized that she may live to regret her choice, but she'd made it and she'd see it through to the end.&nbsp; Whether or not he was right, that she would beg him not to take the collar off at the end of four years, well time would tell. She took a few more bites of the food, and sipped at her wine. <br><br>"How did you learn all this? How did you know this was a life you wanted or needed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 10:22:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she ate, he responded to her last statement, "I know Emma, that's why I chose you.&nbsp; You have not only the need for what I'm providing you, but the strength of character to make it through the hard parts of your training."<br><br>He finished his meal then, and poured the last of the wine from the bottle into their glasses.<br><br>"How does anybody learn," he answered then, "experience, time, and a great deal of self introspection.&nbsp; With regards to the finer points of process, we all have our mentors.&nbsp; As for how I knew this was the right lifestyle for me...", he paused, grinned, then continued, "it's because I simply get incredible amounts of enjoyment watching this..." and at that statement, he quickly touched the inside of his sleeve and sent a strong electric jolt from the egg into Emma's insides...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 20:27:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fork that was in her had fell the table making a loud clinking sound when it hit the plate. She had seen the look in his eyes and the words that he said, she knew what he was about to do but she knew it just a moment too late to prepare for it. It was all she could do not to jump out of her seat, though her cheeks flushed when she started to settle down from it. <br><br>Emma wondered if she would ever get used to that, though she truly hoped that was the last&nbsp; time this evening he shocked her like that. Though, she found she was enjoying the night all the same, more than she thought she would and wasn't looking forward to it ending. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 02:59:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The clink that the fork made as it hit the plate was priceless, and it made him grin ear to ear.<br><br>"No mater how much you expect it, it's aways a surprise, isn't it?"&nbsp; he asked her rhetorically.&nbsp; The busboy arrived a moment later.&nbsp; Glen could see that Emma hadn't finished her meal, but he parted with his plate and the empty wine bottle.&nbsp; The busboy had trouble keeping his eyes off of Emma, and the chain that led from her collar to the back of Glen's chair.&nbsp; He fiddled with the plates for a moment, then was off as the waiter arrived and gave him a nudge.&nbsp; <br><br>Glen ordered coffee for both of them, and asked to see the desert tray.&nbsp; By the time the waiter returned, he expected Emma would be finished with her meal, or at least, in the position to select a desert.<br><br>"Tell me something Emma, truthfully, are you excited at the thought of what's yet to come tonight and in the weeks ahead?&nbsp; Are you wondering about what will happen to you the next time I take you to the basement? "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 17:05:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The busboy's staring had Emma a little uneasy and was grateful when the waiter came by to nudge him along. She took another bite or two before pushing the plate away for the waiter to take when he came back. <br><br>She thought about how to answer him, she didn't want to say something glib so gave it some attention before she answered. She'd never had the need to think so much before she spoke, and now with Glen, she knew she would always have to think and not throw things out off the top of her mind. <br><br>"Excited yes, also nervous, scared and, well I'm not sure I know exactly what I'm feeling. As for the basement, I've tried not to think about it too much. If I think about it, I'll over think it and then build something up in my mind until I'm ready to hyperventilate, so...I've tried not to"<br><br>Emma realized she must have been coming off as this babbling moron to him, but it was the best answer she could give, if nothing else it was the truth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 22:42:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen listened, nodding his head with an understanding as she spoke, and continued to smile.<br><br>"That's good Emma - it's exactly how you should be feeling at this stage of the game.&nbsp; I've often heard it described as 'excited butterflies' or a tightness in the chest." <br><br>He thought a while, rubbing his chin.&nbsp; "I tell you what, Emma... We're going to do something a little different.&nbsp; Between now and tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to give you a series of tasks.&nbsp; They will test your commitment, and your willingness to please me.&nbsp; If you do well at each of them, you'll receive a reward at the end.&nbsp; If you fail at any one, you'll receive a punishment.&nbsp; How does that sound to you?"<br><br>Their waiter arrived and quickly deposited two cups of coffee and a tray of cream &amp; sugars, then went off to retrieve a cart of deserts that another waiter was just finishing with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 00:10:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma knew at times she could come off as flighty or even ditsy, but she was far from it and was smart enough to see that this was actually the first of his little tasks. If she agreed to it, then it moved forward, if she said no, then it showed she had a real lack of commitment and didn't care to please him at all, and therefore would fail. She may have been new to the game, but thought she was starting to learn some of the rules of it. <br><br>"It sounds like something I don't plan to fail at" <br><br>She looked down at the coffee cups and reached over taking his so she could fix it for him. She had a moment when she did that, that she'd never thought to do that for anyone in the past. <br><br>"I just realized, I don't know how you take your coffee, I've been leaving everything on the side for you in the mornings"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 14:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen nodded as she moved to fix his coffee.&nbsp; She was beginning to think on her own - not just about how to do what she'd been told to do, but to anticipate what she should be doing even when not asked.&nbsp; It was a good sign.<br><br>"Just a bit of cream, Emma, enough to make it muddy looking.&nbsp; I don't use any sweetener."<br><br>As she fixed his coffee, he watched her approvingly.&nbsp; "Do you remember what I told you last week... about learning to anticipate?&nbsp; This is a good example.&nbsp; Look at a situation you're in, think how you can serve, and behave accordingly.&nbsp; If you are uncertain if you should do something, you ask.&nbsp; Should you ever wish to ask a question, you can indicate to me your need to do so in several ways."<br><br>He took the coffee, sipped it, and indicated his satisfaction.<br><br>"At home, you find me, kneel in front of me with your head down.&nbsp; I will acknowledge you when I'm ready to hear you.&nbsp; When we are out and about as we are today, you must behave differently.&nbsp; When we are alone as we are now, you may simply speak - 'Master, may I ask a question?'&nbsp; If we are with others, place one hand gently on my arm until I recognize you.&nbsp; If you are kneeling such as you were at the club, one hand gently on my leg will do also."<br><br>The desert tray arrived, and the waiter described the various contents.&nbsp; He selected for himself, a small creme brulee, then turned to Emma.&nbsp; He&nbsp; reached to her collar and stroked it, then spoke directly to the waiter,&nbsp; "In light of her good behavior today, my slave may choose her own desert."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 17:20:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened to everything he'd said and most of it made sense to her given the situation. Mentally she was making notes of everything he was saying, when and how she should get his attention if she had a question, another reminder to anticipate his needs before he needs to ask for something. It was all so much and it was all happening so fast, but she thought she was doing a decent job of adapting, with a few bumps along the way so far.<br><br>Looking at the waiter when he brought the desert tray over, she wasn't sure who was more embarrassed when Glen referred to her as his slave. It took her a moment, but realized she needed to find a way to get past that, she had to try to find a way to trust that he wasn't going to say anything about this to the wrong people. That was the hard part, leaving the judgement completely in someone else's hands. But she had to try. She took a rather deep breath before she looked at him. "Thank you Master" though she felt her cheeks flush for saying that in front of the waiter, it was a step she had to take if she were going to committ. She selected the fresh berries, as good as the other deserts looked, there wasn't enough jogging she could do to justify it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 20:28:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen watched her complexion as she dealt with the waiter, and raised his eye when she referred to him as "Master" openly in his presence.&nbsp; It was honestly surprising at how quickly she had adapted to things this evening.<br><br>Both deserts were small, and it took little time to finish.&nbsp; The waiter appeared a few minutes later with the bill, which was quickly paid.&nbsp; Reaching into his sleeve, he adjusted the vibrations in the egg up to its highest level, then took Emma's leash in his hand, and stood.&nbsp; He said two words, not at a shout, but with a clear voice loud enough for those around him to hear, "Come Emma, " then moved towards the doorway with her in tow.<br><br>The walked through the center of the restaurant, and eyes were on them.&nbsp; A number of people had come in after they'd been seated and this was their first glance of the couple, so similar whispers could be heard on their way out, as were heard on their way in.&nbsp; The gentleman at the doorway politely opened it for them, and a moment later, they were out on the busy street.&nbsp; He walked them to a spot where the building curved a little, and they could stand out of the way of the pedestrian traffic.<br><br>"Kneel." Glen told her, as he removed his cell phone from his jacket pocket, and began dialing.&nbsp; "We'll have to wait a few minutes for the car."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 01:55:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed to Emma every time she thought she had done something difficult, he would find something else to push her limits with. It had taken all she had to call him Master in front of the waiter, but she hadn't been prepared for the way he'd turned up the egg and walked her out of the restaurant. The heat she felt building in her cheeks, she just knew that her face had to be bright red by now. Walking outside had been an ordeal in itself just to keep straight on her feet. <br><br>Once outside, she looked down at the ground. She tried to keep the frown from her face as she looked at the hard pavement, but she didn't utter a single complaint. She simply lifted the skirt of the dress up so it wouldn't get dirty and knelt down beside him, certain if it was possible to die of embarrassment, she would have by now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 05:04:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen held her leash with his left hand, and dialed with his right.&nbsp; Their driver wasn't far, and would be there soon.&nbsp; As they waited, he reached down and ran his fingers in Emma's hair while passersby looked, stared, and whispered.&nbsp; He just smiled at them as they passed.<br><br>When the car arrived at the curb, the driver walked around and opened the door for them.&nbsp; "Come Emma," he told her, and motioned for her to slide into the car first, then followed her inside.&nbsp; <br><br>The driver closed the door and got back into the driver's seat, then pulled away from the curb.&nbsp; "Back home Sir?" he asked.<br><br>Glen nodded to him, then turned to Emma.&nbsp; He smiled brightly.&nbsp; "Now Emma, that egg has been vibrating inside you for quite some time... Why don't you tell me what effect that's had on you, hmmm?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 18:32:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was glad to be in the car and out of the view of amused people passing by. She knew the evening was probably far from over and she was already feeling the strain of it, longing for a hot shower and bed. <br><br>What effect having that vibrating egg in her all night had? She had felt such a wide range of feelings she wasn't sure which one to tell him. Emma would have never thought he would have kept it on as long as he had and she had done her best to try to block out the sensations while they were in the restaurant or she would have been completely unable to focus.<br><br>"well I...I thought by now I'd be just numb, but its more...I don't know, I feel very aware of my body, of every movement"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 19:30:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded.&nbsp; "Then it's having it's desired effect."<br><br>The driver, he noticed, had his ear cocked and was quietly listening to their conversation.&nbsp; It was also clear to him, that the rear-view mirror was at an odd angle.&nbsp; This wasn't anything unexpected.&nbsp; He'd used this car service many times in the past, so it was likely the drivers spoke with each other.&nbsp; It wasn't a stretch to believe that his reputation preceded him.<br><br>Glen's hand went to her collar again... then over her shoulder, his fingertip hooked under the neckline of her dress and he gave it a slight tug.&nbsp; It was all she was wearing, save for the shoes.&nbsp; He moved his hand to her back, and pulled the zipper down.<br><br>"Give it to me... the shoes as well."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 22:00:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first thing Emma noticed, was there was no privacy glass in the car and her eyes glanced over to the driver. She couldn't be sure, but she thought it seemed like his attention was only half on the road. Not that she thought he hadn't meant it, because she knew he did, but she glanced back at Glen for a moment to see if he had been serious. She only hesitated a moment though, not wanting him to think she was stalling or being defiant.<br><br>She leaned down in the car and slid the shoes off of her feet, which was actually a welcome blessing as they had been pinching her feet a bit and put them on the seat beside her. With the dress open in the back, she eased her shoulders out of it and lifted herself in the seat to lower it from her body. She felt the sudden chill of the air as she was now completely exposed. Her eyes again glanced to the driver who she 'knew' was watching in the rear view mirror before holding out the shoes in one hand and the dress in the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 00:04:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen took the shoes and dress from her, folded the dress neatly, and laid it on the little shelf behind them under the back window.&nbsp; He let his finger trickle over her collar and bare shoulders, then down between her breasts.<br><br>"Good girl." he told whispered to her.&nbsp; "Obedience, without question... without hesitation.&nbsp; Before this night is over, you'll <em>know</em> that you're a slave.&nbsp; No matter how much you might deny it to yourself, actions always speak louder than words."<br><br>He moved his finger down her belly and circled her navel, then went back up to cup her breast.&nbsp; He let a thumb circle her nipple.<br><br>"I'll bet those vibrations inside you feel pretty obvious right now... Ignore what's around you and focus only on your body... answer me truthfully... Do you want to cum?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 22:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was hard to ignore what was around her, especially when for a moment she had the image of them crashing into something because the driver was distracted by the show in the backseat of the car. She had to try very hard to keep her full attention on Glen, but she was managing it she thought. <br><br>He made her nervous, she didn't know what to expect when he said she would know she was a slave. Another distraction in her mind was trying to pick apart and piece together his meaning. When he put his hands on her it send a shiver through her body, and that had been the biggest distraction of all. How was she supposed to only focus on her body? His question threw her for a moment. She'd had that egg inside of her for so long there were times during the evening it was all she could think about.<br><br>"yes Master, if I had to be honest, I do"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 23:04:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course you do..." He whispered to her.&nbsp; "How could you not?"&nbsp; <br><br>His fingers traced the line above her collar from the side of her neck to the front.&nbsp; They brushed over the ring and tugged briefly at the leash.&nbsp; "Here you are Emma... naked, and on your master's leash.&nbsp; You could have stopped anywhere and accepted a punishment rather than obey - but you didn't.&nbsp; You are the way you are, right now, out of your desire to please Me.&nbsp; You want to prove to yourself that you <em>can</em> please Me.&nbsp; You measure your own success tonight, on your ability to please Me, and your Master holds your very future in the palm of his hand.&nbsp; It doesn't matter what you <em>want</em> to be, it only matters what you <em>are</em>.&nbsp; What else can you possibly call yourself, Emma?"<br><br>He cupped her breast again, and massaged it.&nbsp; His thumb atop her nipple this time - brushing over the very tip of it... <br><br>"What are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 23:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Was he right? Was that why she hadn't protested or complained? Part of her was sure it was simply to avoid being punished again, but he seemed so sure of her motivation she had to wonder if he wasn't right. The whole evening she hadn't so much as hesitated with each thing he'd asked of her and had felt warmth when he had praised her. <br><br>He'd asked her that question once before, she remembered answering it the way he wanted her to, not because she believed it, not because she felt it. He had told her she was a slave, and that was how she'd answered, for that reason alone. Would her answer tonight be out of the same motivation? Or were the things he was saying ring true? So many questions she couldn't answer yet, though knew in time, she would sort things out in her mind. <br><br>"your slave" <br><br>She wasn't sure why she felt the need to qualify that by stating his, but after the things she'd seen at the club, it seemed important to her to say it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 23:53:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as she said the words, but he could sense the slight pause, and the tone, along with her expression, wasn't exactly right yet, so he chuckled lightly.&nbsp; "You know the right answer, and intellectually you know what you are, but you're still afraid of what it would mean if you truly embraced it."<br><br>He continued to gently squeeze her breast, his thumb still paying close attention to her nipple - moving around it and over it.&nbsp; "But since you said it so nicely, and because, up until now, you've done exactly as you've been told, I'm going to reward you."<br><br>The hand holding her leash took hold of her chin, turning her head gently to meet his eyes.&nbsp; "You have my permission," he said, "to cum."&nbsp; He released her chin, then continued. "Do it now, Emma."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 20:29:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes closed, his hand felt so good against her breast, the way he toyed with her nipple sent shudders of pleasure throughout her body. Then he gave her permission. Finally. She allowed the vibrations take her, she could feel the aves of pleasure emanate from inside her her. <br><br>She began to gasp, then moan, her breathing ragged as the climax got closer. Her moans transformed to a soft moan of pleasure as she felt her inner muscles begin to spasm, clamping hard around the egg as the climax overwhelmed her.<br><br>Her breathing began to settle and in a low throaty voice she said "Thank you master."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 20:45:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen swore he felt the car swerve a few times as she moaned and spasmed.&nbsp; When she finished, he reached into his shirt sleeve and turned off the egg.&nbsp; Checking his watch he grinned - it was a good thing too, as by his estimate, there probably wasn't much battery power left in the thing.<br><br>"Good girl," he told her.&nbsp; "And you still try to convince yourself that you're not a slave when you even cum at My leisure.&nbsp; When I punished you, I controlled when you came.&nbsp; And today again, it was at My word, that you came."&nbsp; He gave her nipple a little pinch as if to reinforce his words.<br><br>It was at that moment, that the car pulled to the curb.&nbsp; They'd arrived home.&nbsp; The driver got out, and walked around to the sidewalk, and opened the door.&nbsp; He picked up the dress and shoes in one hand, slid his wrist through the leather loop on her leash, and got out of the car.&nbsp; In the residential neighborhood, the sidewalks were not nearly as crowded as they had been downtown, but there were a few people in sight, and every minute or two, a car.&nbsp; It wasn't that late yet, and most of the houses still had lights on.<br><br>"Come slave," he told her, and gave the leash a quick tug.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 02:18:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma liked to think that she wasn't a prude. She'd gone to topless beaches during the summer with her friends, though she rarely left her stomach when she did. But it wasn't nearly dark enough outside, and the driver would be standing right t here by the door, and he wanted her to get out of the car like that? Was he insane, she thought. <br><br>She'd come this far though tonight, she wasn't going to fail now. Maybe he was right, maybe he wasn't. She liked to think for the moment that she was determined to see this through for her own sense of accomplishment, that she could do it. Deep down, she knew he was right, but was far from prepared to admit that. <br><br>Emma took a huge deep breath before she slid across the seat and got out of the car. She could feel the drivers eyes on her and she had the urge to cover up, but she managed to resist for the moment. She could only hope that they would walk to the house quickly and get inside before anyone on the street should see them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 14:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Arms at your sides, " he reminded her as they stepped onto the curb.<br><br>He winked at the driver, who closed the door.&nbsp; He stopped with them both on the sidewalk then, and took out his wallet.&nbsp; Handing the driver some cash, he asked him, "what do you think of her?"<br><br>The driver wasn't quite sure how to respond, so he just stared at Emma and managed "She's very beautiful, Sir."<br><br>Glen laughed.&nbsp; "Relax," he told the driver, "you know that's not what I meant.&nbsp; I mean, do you think she's been well behaved?&nbsp; Do you think I should fuck her tonight?"<br><br>The driver immediately changed from stiff and formal, to a more relaxed stance, having heard Glen's tone and choice of words.&nbsp; "Hell yeah Sir, I mean, I would if I were you.&nbsp; She's a fine piece of ass!"<br><br>He grinned then, and waved the driver off.&nbsp; Turning towards Emma, he grabbed her left buttock and gave it a squeeze, then a rub.&nbsp; "He called you a 'fine piece of ass'.&nbsp; I think he might just be right.&nbsp; Do <em>you<em> think I should fuck you tonight Emma?&nbsp; Do you believe you've earned your Master's attentions?"</em></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 17:28:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If she could have died right there on the spot by her will alone, she would have gladly done so. Emma didn't think it was possible to top the level of humiliation she was feeling when he asked the driver if he that Glen should fuck her. It was beyond comprehension to her. She winced at being called a fine piece of ass, it was so crude.<br><br>She wasn't sure how to answer him though. Part of her wanted to say yes, he definitely should, a more practical side of her said 'are you out of your mind', and then another part reminded her she'd relinquished the right to even make that decision for herself anyway.<br><br>"I think..I think that only you can decide if I have or haven't"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 17:38:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen laughed brightly, "Good for you Emma!"&nbsp; Then walked up the steps, unlocked the door, and motioned her inside.&nbsp; Once in, he turned on the lights and locked the door behind them.<br><br>He took off his jacket and hung it over the stairway rail and placed her dress on the steps along with the shoes.&nbsp; With Emma still leashed, he lead her into the kitchen, where he poured himself a glass of water taking a moment to squeeze a wedge of lemon into it.&nbsp; He led her then, to his study where he sighed, sat down in his arm chair, and took a long drink of the water.<br><br>Pointing to the floor directly in front of him, he instructed her, "Kneel slave."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 19:40:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grateful to be back inside the house and out of view, Emma didn't hesitate at all when he led her to the kitchen. She was silent as he got the water and lemon, though she had thought he'd tell her to get something like that for him. She didn't have time to give it too much thought before they were walking again towards his study. It was odd for her, she was becoming used to being without clothes in his presence after the last few days. His presence was one thing, outside on the street was entirely another.<br><br>She couldn't help but wonder if he kept referring to her as slave out of a desire to himself, or for her benefit, trying to reinforce that in her mind knowing she was having a hard time accepting or admitting that. She supposed it didn't matter much either way and she didn't hesitate when he told her to kneel. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 00:15:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen smiled down to her.&nbsp; "I'm very proud of you Emma.&nbsp; You've experienced quite a lot today, and each time I pushed you a bit further, you obeyed and didn't give me any trouble at all.&nbsp; So far, you're doing very well with our little game."&nbsp; He reached down, and unsnapped the leash from her collar, "Now that we're home, I don't think you'll need this," he mentioned as he neatly looped the chain and laid it down on the table next to him.<br><br>Reaching down again, he stroked her cheek gently.&nbsp; "You were also wonderful company this evening.&nbsp; You maintained your poise, and I'll have you know - there were a <em>lot</em> of people watching you today, and it's not just because you were on a leash... but because even without it, you'd have turned every head in both the club and the restaurant.&nbsp; You're quite a pleasure to look at," he moved his hand down then, cupped her left breast and finished with a grin, "both covered and uncovered."<br><br>You've had a good many experiences today, and I'm sure you're quite tired.&nbsp; I'll give you one last opportunity to ask any questions you might have, and then we'll put you to bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 16:42:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been a rather trying evening and Emma had done the best she possibly could. Oh there were several times she wanted to up and leave, but she didn't, she stayed. It was a revelation to her that when he praised her just then, it felt exceptionally good. Not because she'd avoided a punishment, but because she'd done something right. No, that wasn't quite it either, she'd done something right in his eyes, that's what it was.<br><br>She'd thanked him for what he'd said, and then thought about anything she'd want to ask. So many thoughts were spinning around in her mind she wasn't sure which one to pull and bring to the front, and he wasn't wrong, she was exhausted.<br><br>"I think I have one last question, it doesn't phase you, to have people staring at you like that in public? Like in the restaurant?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 17:02:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen laughed.&nbsp; "No Emma, not at all.&nbsp; In fact, I think I rather enjoy it.&nbsp; Think about it a moment - a million people come and go through the city each day, and everyone's exactly the same to the public eye - just a swarm of people about their daily boring business.&nbsp; Now think about what we did this evening.&nbsp; You had an orgasm, naked, in a chauffeur driven car and from the look on your face, I'm sure that you found the experience quite pleasurable."&nbsp; He reached down and gently flicked one of her nipples.&nbsp; "Everyone in the restaurant who watched us - instead of talking about their boring day, their work, or making up things to talk about on their dates - they had something interesting to watch, and discuss.&nbsp; In fact, I'll venture to bet that at least two couples are in own homes now, making love and fantasizing about what it would be like to be US.&nbsp; One of them might even be tied up..."<br><br>He grinned and tousled her hair.<br><br>"I'll also venture to bet that there are a few people on this block who very much enjoyed the view as well.&nbsp; People stare because they see something different, and that's nothing to be ashamed of, or bothered by.&nbsp; We are who we are.&nbsp; If they look at you and scowl, or make rude remarks, let them.&nbsp; They don't know what they're missing."<br><br>His fingers wandered over her neck and collar.<br><br>"You look exhausted Emma.&nbsp; I think it's time to put you to bed for the night, no?"<br><br>With that, he stood.&nbsp; "Come slave," he told her.&nbsp; Reaching into his pocket for a key, he began to make his way towards the basement...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 18:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma could see his point, she might even have agreed with it, if she hadn't been smack in the middle of it. She didn't like being the center of attention, or an aid that bored people used to fantasize about. She had been judged by her looks often in her life, so being paraded around tonight as she was, had been difficult, but she was happy with how she handled herself.<br><br>She was relieved when he said it was time for her to get some sleep. Physically, it hadn't been a very hard day, emotionally, she felt as if she'd been on a rollercoaster. Emma got to her feet and followed him out of the room though she looked at him curiously when he turned in the opposite direction of the bedrooms. <br><br>Her eyes went wide when she saw him unlocking the basement door. Why would they be going downstairs? She searched her mind for what she did or said that was wrong. She didn't want to sleep downstairs again, not that she'd sleep at all if she had to be down there. But she couldn't figure out why. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 20:53:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He unlocked the basement door and guided her down as he flipped on the lights over the cells.&nbsp; He stepped forward between them, and opened the other door, into the larger area where he'd previously punished her.&nbsp; Leading her to the center of the room, he motioned for her to kneel on the cement floor.&nbsp; Stepping to the side himself, he began retrieving items - cuffs her her ankles and wrists, a number of pieces of chain, small padlocks, and a several other items.&nbsp; He placed them all in a small bin, and took that back to the center of the room where she knelt, and placed the bin on the nearby table.<br><br>He held out the ankle and wrist cuffs - leather ones with locking buckles.&nbsp; "Put them on, Emma," he directed her, as he began to prepare some of the other items...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 17:58:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Every part of her screamed not to comply with him. She didn't want to be stuck down here for the night, locked away in a place that was sure to give her more than a few bad moments. Was this another test in this game he was playing? If she refused, she'd be punished and then most likely stuck down here anyway, this was a no win situation for her, and she didn't like it one bit. <br><br>Not seeing a choice really, Emma picked up the cuffs he gave her and after a few moments of figuring them out, she attached them to her ankles and then to her wrists, though those were a little tougher to maneuver. She bit her lip to keep from saying something regrettable, but she couldn't stop the small bit of fear building up in her stomach at the thought of being down here again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 18:01:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't speak as he turned her around and fastened her wrists together behind her back with a very short length of chain.&nbsp; Gripping her by the forearm, he then lead her to one of the metal frames.&nbsp; <br><br>This one was made of heavy iron pipes.&nbsp; It was a triangular construction about 5 feet long with the top bar about waist-high.&nbsp; Placing her back to it, he spread her legs, and attached the cuffs to either end.&nbsp; He used another length of chain to connect her wrists to a ring at the center of the base on the other side.&nbsp; As he pulled the slack from the chain, Emma was bent uncomfortably backwards over the crossbar.<br><br>Her obedience tonight had been exemplary, and Glen had no reason to doubt she'd put herself through quite a bit tonight, in an effort to prove to herself, as much as to him, that she could handle whatever he threw at her.&nbsp; His concern though, was that in an effort to be so accommodating, she might not be so obvious in sending distress signals - so he watched her very carefully as he slowly tightened the chain connecting her wrists to the base.&nbsp; The moment he sensed her breathing change, he stop, and locked it in position.<br><br>Moving back in front of her, he smiled, and rubbed his palm over her now tightly stretched tummy.&nbsp; "I wonder, Emma," he told her, "if you have any idea how absolutely delightful you look right now.&nbsp; And don't worry - this isn't how you'll spend the night, we're still getting you ready."<br><br>He grinned as he let his hands roam randomly over her body for a few moments, before he stepped back and returned to the box of paraphernalia he'd retrieved earlier.&nbsp; "Let's play another little game while we get you ready, Emma.&nbsp; I have several choices of where to put you to sleep tonight.&nbsp; It could be in a cage down here, or a cell like the other day, or in one of the ovens.&nbsp; I could also let you sleep upstairs with me."<br><br>He returned with a pair of nipple clamps, connected with a small chain.&nbsp; He rubbed his finger over her left nipple and around it, preparing it for the clip.&nbsp; As he did, he continued, "Let's say that the oven is a punishment, and your starting point is a 6 foot square cage.&nbsp; Tell me, what do you offer your Master in exchange for a step up in accommodations?"<br><br>As he finished speaking, he deftly placed the clamp onto her breast, grabbing the skin just under her nipple...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 22:18:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bent over backwards on the table, Emma felt anything but delightful looking, though from his point of view she supposed she was. All she felt was vulnerable and that was something she'd never quite been able to be used too. <br><br>The entire night had been a series of tests on her will and she thought she'd been doing a rather good job of handling it, but she was starting to feel the strain of it. It was hard she was finding, having someone else take complete control over you. It might sound easy to some, no choices to make, but it was entirely difficult. She also found that she wanted to do this right, had to in fact.<br><br>When he went down the list of places he could put her to sleep she could feel her entire body tensing up. While she was grateful it wasn't going to be in this position, the thought of being in a cage or worse, one of those ovens, it was more than she could bear to think about. It had been hard enough on her the one night she was left down there in the openness of the room, but in a confined space like that, she didn't think she could handle that. <br><br>Emma was stumped however when he asked what she would offer him in exchange for better sleeping arrangements. What did she even have to offer if everything about her was his to start with? She had to think about this, while she was usually quick to think on her feet, this time she was simply stumped.&nbsp; "I'd do whatever you wished" she barely whispered the words, her mind was too lost in thought on how to answer him that she didn't notice that she'd spoken.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 20:12:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course you will," he answered her whisper with another one, then put the other clamp on her right breast, in the same position just under the nipple.&nbsp; He pulled on the chain to make sure the clamps held tightly.<br><br>Once attached, he rubbed his hand over the tight skin of her belly again, and admired her bent-back position.&nbsp; "This is one of my favorite positions in which to place a slave," he told her as touched the tips of her nipples with his index finger - first the left, then the right.&nbsp; "It has you off-balance, which means you're relying on the bondage itself to keep you stable, and it's visually quite appealing..."<br><br>He reached into the box, and retrieved from it what looked to be a leather hood.&nbsp; It had laces in the back to cinch it tight.&nbsp; In front, it was shaped for a face with a large hole at the mouth, and opening for the eyes.&nbsp; He held it up for her to see from all angles.&nbsp; There were snap fittings around the eye-holes, presumably for something to close them up, and the hole for the mouth was really something of short, hard-rubber tube that protruded into the mask by about an inch and a half.&nbsp; Once on, the tube would be inside her mouth, holding it open wide.<br><br>After showing it to her, he walked around back of the triangular frame, and held it over her head... "Open wide, " he told her as he held the hood, one hand on the mouthpiece to steady it and keep it positioned right...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:51:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma knew how vulnerable this position had her in, but she also knew that she trusted Glen not to let her fall, not to let her get hurt. It was something in the way he looked at her, spoke to her, something about the way he touched her that she knew she was safe with him.&nbsp; She would get scared, she knew that, but she also knew she wasn't in any real danger either, and knowing that would allow her to relax a bit and truly try to embrace this new life. Embracing it seemed wiser than fighting it in so many ways. <br><br>Her eyes widened slightly when she saw the hood in his hand. The control over another, she could understand, to some extent, the desire to tie another up she could understand as there was some beauty in it she could tell, but to cover up someones entire head? That she didn't understand. That is, until she noticed the mouth piece. She was apprehensive at best, but she had been doing so well this night she wasn't about to take several steps backwards and refuse now. With a deep breath she opened her mouth to allow him to put the hood over her, knowing how awkward it would be to have her mouth forced open like that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 20:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good girl," he told her, as he positioned the mask over her face, and pushing the tube into her mouth.&nbsp; He pulled it close around the back of her head, and cinched the laces tight.&nbsp; The design of the hood allowed him to tailor it to her face, and it covered her head completely from the top of her neck.&nbsp; He gathered her hair as he tightened it, pulling the longer part of it through a small opening designed to accommodate just that.&nbsp; When he was finished, the mask would hold her jaw in place also, forcing her mouth tight around the intruding tube.&nbsp; He took a moment to admire the look, then removed the eye covers, and snapped them in place.<br><br>"Now," he told her, "here's something you should know,"&nbsp; He placed his palm over the tube.&nbsp; The mask was very tight, and there were no openings anywhere near her nose, of for that matter, anywhere else on the thing.&nbsp; Although it wasn't "airtight", it was certainly "airtight-enough".<br><br>"Did you ever think you'd simply allow yourself to be placed in a situation where someone could actually end your life - just on a whim?" He asked rhetorically as he continued to hold the mouthpiece closed.&nbsp; "Do you understand now, the degree to which I have control of your body?"&nbsp; His free hand moved down to her breast, and he pulled firmly on the chain that connected the nipple clamps.&nbsp; "Pain, pleasure, life, death.... it's all in my hands... and it's all there because <em>you</em> have given it to me."<br><br>He continued to hold the tube closed with a firm grip, watching her body movements with extreme care, and feeling the suction on his hand as she tried to gather a breath...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 22:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her first instinct was to panic when he placed his hand over the only opening&nbsp; that was allowing her air. As she listened to his words, while they frightened more than she could possibly describe, it also helped to calm her a bit. He wasn't going to kill her, he wasn't going to suffocate her. She had to trust that, if she didn't trust that she was certain to go into a blind panic. Emma wasn't sure what she should have been feeling just then, she was certain she should have felt something to his words, that she'd literally put her life in his hands. All she could think was that she was standing on the edge of a cliff and she could either hold on to him to keep her up, or tumble off into a freefall. <br><br>She knew the questions were rhetorical, for even if she'd wanted to, she could ht have responded in her current position. He hadn't been blocking the air long enough for it to have had any impact on her, so in her mind she knew it was mental, but she started to feel a bit lightheaded. The entire evening had built up and built up and now, well she would never have believed that she'd allow herself to be in this position. That she'd willingly give someone else a level of control that no one should have over another. But she had, she had and she realized she wasn't regretting the choice, though in the back of her mind, Emma knew that might be something she'd be sorry for later. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 13:27:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen waited a moment longer, and when he began to feel a more intent suction at his hand, and her body beginning to shake slightly, he removed his hand, and allowed her air.&nbsp; He gave her a few moments to catch her breath, then leaned down and spoke to her softly, "A slave trusts her Master with her life, knowing that he will never take it from her."&nbsp; He stroked her head through the leather of the hood.&nbsp; "If there is one place in the world, where a slave is truly safe, it is with her Master.&nbsp; It may not always be <em>pleasant</em> but it will always be safe and secure."<br><br>He ran his hands over her breasts again, playing with the clamps.&nbsp; He pulled them a bit, then wiggled them side to side.&nbsp; He gently caressed her firm belly, pulled tight from her bent-backwards position, then moved to her pussy.&nbsp; He rubbed her mound a bit, massaging it, then gently parted her lips and brushed a finger between them, letting it penetrate just slightly.<br><br>"Your Master wishes to use your body tonight.&nbsp; Do you offer it completely and without reservation?"&nbsp; He knew she couldn't speak, but she could definitely nod and shake her head, and he watched while his finger continued to work its way gently inside her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 22:48:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking a few slow and deep breaths, Emma felt any panic she had started to feel ease away. She listened to his words, thought on them as he spoke them. She he meant it, she knew she wasn't wrong to trust him, but that didn't make it any less frightening. She already knew it wouldn't always be pleasant, in fact in the little bit of time she'd been with him, it had often been unpleasant. Emma still didn't fully understand this desire she had to please him, it was more than trying to avoid his displeasure or punishment. It was in part, she knew, because he asked for the difficult, and if she could do that, then she was better than she had been. In her mind that's how she had to view it. <br><br>Her body was swimming with sensations as he rang his hand over her breasts, it seemed her body was on edge and he was pushing her a little further with ever touch, every pull of the clamps. Just enough to keep her on that edge. His question however threw her a bit. Hadn't she already given him that? She was here, in this rather precarious position, completely vulnerable to whatever he wished to do to her, as he'd made sure she understood when he held his hand over the tube for air. But now he was asking if she offered herself to him? What would he do if shook her head no? She wasn't going to of course, realizing with some surprise that she desired him, and she wouldn't say no. She had no real reservations when she nodded her consent to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 23:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good girl," he told her, and with that, he stepped around behind her, and began to release the chains that held her in place.&nbsp; He began with her wrists, and helped her stand upright again.&nbsp; Leaving the cuffs still on her, he bent down, and set her ankles free.&nbsp; He gave her a moment to steady herself before he pulled her arms behind her, and locked the wrist cuffs together.&nbsp; After a moment, he clipped a leash to the chain that connected the two nipple clamps.<br><br>"Listen carefully.&nbsp; I will lead you, and you will keep up.&nbsp; If either of the clamps comes off, you will be punished."<br><br>He gave a tug on the leash.&nbsp; The weight of the leash chain pulled down on the clamps and he admired the effect.&nbsp; "I know that you can't see, but you have my promise, that I won't lead you into anything bad, and I will guide you around turns.&nbsp; You will need to pay attention to where the pulls are coming from, and to follow the chain.&nbsp; If you do that, you won't suffer any bumps or bruises.&nbsp; Use your brain - remembering the layout of the house will make things easier."<br><br>He didn't wait for her to respond, but began to walk slowly.&nbsp; When the slack gave out, he tugged on the leash.&nbsp; "Come."<br><br>He led her straight through the basement, past the entry door, and to the stairs.&nbsp; "Stairs," he told her, and gave the chain another yank, this time, clearly from an upwards direction...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 23:21:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd barely had time to adjust to standing up again when her arms were pulled in back of her. While she hadn't been in that position for too long, it was one she wasn't used to and her body was feeling the slight strain from it. The loss of her sight with this hood on was more than a little disconcerting and now with her hands bound behind her, she felt again, completely vulnerable. <br><br>The house was not in any complex design, and if she did in fact think about it, she would be able to remember where all the turns and corners were. It wasn't something she had given any thought too before, and she hadn't been there for all that long that it was second nature to her yet, so she told herself to make sure she moved quickly instead of overthinking things. To her mind, a stubbed toe or slight bump was better than not keeping up and failing in this. <br><br>She climbed the steps desperately trying to remember how many there were, but the two times she'd been down here before, her mind was completely occupied on other things, not the steps. She managed to make it to the top without tripping, something she considered a big success for her and she only once thought that she was getting too far behind him when he'd turned a corner in the kitchen. While she tried to focus on where they were going, her mind wandered to what would happen when they got there, wherever there was. She had done as he'd told her to, she trusted him and by doing so, when he stopped walked, she hadn't fallen behind enough to have the clamps snap off, which was a relief to her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 14:59:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen stopped at the next set of stairs.&nbsp; He reached forward and squeezed her left breast, then the right - checking the fit of the clamps as he did so.&nbsp; "Good girl Emma.&nbsp; You're doing well.&nbsp; Stairs."<br><br>With those words, he began to climb the next set of stairs that lead up to his master suite.&nbsp; He wondered for a moment, as he gave the chain a gentle yank, if she'd remember that the stairway turned halfway up.&nbsp; He climbed slowly, keeping an eye on her as she moved.&nbsp; She was breathtakingly lovely with her arms pulled behind her.&nbsp; It caused her breasts to push outwards - something he very much liked.&nbsp; His cock was already hard, and the sight of her breasts moving as she climbed the stairs made him positively rigid.<br><br>"We're almost there Emma, a few more steps, then flat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 15:26:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The next set of stairs made her realize they were heading up towards his room. It was a strange sensation to realize that she wasn't nervous, but excited. This entire evening had been a rollercoaster ride of emotions and sensations. She was confident because she'd done so well so far, though nervous that she wouldn't be good enough or skilled enough in whatever else he wanted from her tonight. Emma was far from innocent, but she didn't have a history of sleeping with every person she'd dated. She was vaguely aware that there were two sets of stairs that led up to his room, but she just followed his voice and the tug from the leash and did her best to keep up. She would give him no reason to be anything but pleased with her tonight, she had done too much to fail now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 11:27:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They reached the top of the stairway, and he walked her into his suite.&nbsp; She'd done well - the clamps were still attached.&nbsp; "Good girl Emma.", he told her.&nbsp; "I've been wondering..." He ran his hands over her belly then, and then played with her breasts - his fingers pushing and flicking at the clamps as he did.&nbsp; "if you've ever had your nipples clamped like this before.&nbsp; I'm sure by now, you've gotten a little used to them being on, and they probably don't hurt nearly as much now as they did when I put them on."<br><br>He used his fingernails then, to scratch gently from her chest down her belly again, then reached up, and grabbed hold of her hair as it came out from behind the mask.&nbsp; He pulled her head back and admired the result.&nbsp; I forced her breasts to push out even further.&nbsp; "If this is your first time with these, " he continued, "I think you'll find that they hurt a good deal more coming off, than they did going on..."<br><br>With that, he took hold of the left clamp, and pulled it hard enough for it to pop off.&nbsp; Using his fingertip, he began to flick the nipple as the blood came back, watching her movements with a smile.&nbsp; The clamps had been on for over half an hour, and he could see the color changing.&nbsp; After a few moments, he did the same with the other clamp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 18:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma knew the question was not meant to be answered, if he knew anything, and she was certain he did, then he knew that all of this was completely new to her. She'd never even seen nipple clamps up close like this. Oh her friends and her when she was younger went into an adult store or two and looked around, but never took any of it seriously, it was more for laughs. It had never occurred to her that she'd end up in a situation like this, and she certainly never would have thought that she'd come to find it satisfied some need in her she didn't know that she'd had. <br><br>For a time now she'd almost forgotten that she'd had the clamps on as she'd practically gone numb from them. Nothing, absolutely nothing prepared her for the pain she felt when he snapped them off one at a time. She wanted to flinch and move away from his touch as he moved to the second clamp, but she steeled herself to not move. <br><br>She wanted to see his face while he did this, to see his eyes and know what he might be thinking. The loss of some of her senses was making this sensation all the more heightened, and, much to her surprise, erotic. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 19:36:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned as he watched her squirm about while he manhandled her breasts and nipples.&nbsp; The pain was evident through her body movements and breathing.&nbsp; After a few moments, he took hold of her arms, and moved her to the foot of the bed, facing into it, and pushed her up against the foot-board, which came up to a height just below her waistline.&nbsp; If she remembered the feel of the rug there, she'd know where she was.&nbsp; He'd prepared the room for this eventuality much earlier in the evening, and there were already short chains attached to ring bolts on the bed.<br><br>He knelt, and pulled her left leg out to the side, and used a snap hook to attach the chain to her ankle cuff, then did the same with her right.&nbsp; This left Emma standing with her legs wide apart, pushed up against the foot-board of the bed.&nbsp; He took a few moments to rub her behind, before releasing her wrists.&nbsp; He gave her a few moments to flex her shoulders a bit before pushing on her back, and bending her forwards, so her face against the mattress.&nbsp; Using another snap hook, he attached a chain which lead from the center of the inside foot of the bed to the ring in her collar.&nbsp; Although the chain itself was long enough to reach, the angles made it such that she was unable to bend upwards at the waist without the chain catching her neck.&nbsp; It essentially held her bent over.<br><br>Lastly, he took her arms, and pulled them up and behind her attaching each to a chain that hung down from the tops of the left and right posts.&nbsp; Stepping back, he admired her position.&nbsp; It couldn't possibly have been remotely comfortable.&nbsp; The strain on her shoulders was evidence of that.&nbsp; It also had the effect of making it slightly less painful when she stood up on her toes, with her pussy and ass easily accessible from her bent position.&nbsp; He slid a finger into her pussy and grinned.<br><br>"The question for you now, Emma," he said as he put in a second finger, and began to slowly push them in and out, "is whether or not you truly want Master's cock inside you tonight."&nbsp; He continued the motion with his fingers, then let his thumb flick over her clit.&nbsp; "You've already given yourself to me, but... do you WANT it?" he asked, then just chuckled.&nbsp; "Moan once for yes, and twice for no".&nbsp; As he spoke, he pushed his two fingers in as deeply as he could, and twisted them about a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 18:06:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma was making her best effort not to resist anything that was happening to her, to accept it and go with it. The more that he pushed and pulled and twisted her body into awkward positions though, was making that quite difficult. Under her bare feet she could feel the scratchiness of the rug she'd slept on the night before and against the front of her legs and hips she felt the cool surface of his bedframe before she was put into a position that had her muscles screaming, finding little relief as she tried to adjust a bit. <br><br>Of all the things she expected from him, of every way she thought this could play out, she hadn't expected his question to her. Did she want him? She had never given much thought to the difference between consent and desire, but that seemed to be his question to her. She couldn't begin to imagine the scenario here where she would say no. For one thing, it would be a lie, as much as it surprised her, she did desire him as much as she thought she wouldn't. And then on a smaller side, she wasn't sure what he would do to her if she said she didn't. Fortunately the answer she knew she should give, was the one she actually wanted to give, and while she would have rather had use of her mouth to speak, she moaned to let him know that she did want him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 22:29:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The long single moan came quickly, and he withdrew his fingers.&nbsp; He removed his trousers, and folded them quickly, but neatly - placing them on the dresser.&nbsp; His boxers, he tossed in the direction of the hamper.&nbsp; He rubbed a bit of her own moisture still on his fingers onto his already rigid cock, mixing it with a few drops of precum, then stepped in close to her.&nbsp; He sighed as he slowly penetrated her.&nbsp; Her pussy was warm and slick from his earlier ministrations, but he took his time.&nbsp; This was the first time he was taking her, and he wanted to savor every moment of the sensation, along with every movement she made.<br><br>He pushed himself all the way in, then stopped.&nbsp; Leaning down between her outstretched arms, he spoke to her, "How quickly we go from indecisiveness, to acceptance, and in time to need."<br><br>Not waiting for a response, he pulled out almost completely, then thrust quickly back in.&nbsp; It didn't take long for him to develop a rhythm, and the sight of her bent over and restrained as she was was intoxicating.&nbsp; He said nothing more&nbsp; as he focused on his movements, his hands on her hips, holding her firmly against the foot-board while he enjoyed each and every moment he made, and her body's response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 20:35:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was new, every aspect of this situation was new. She didn't know how to react when she was virtually unable to be an active participant in what was happening. Oh it wasn't that she wasn't enjoying it, she was enjoying it more than she would have imagined. While her body was bound in such a way that tugged on her muscles and limited her movements, the little slack she had she felt moving forward and back just a bit to try and meet his hips. <br><br>Emma moaned again both from pleasure and frustration at not being able to participate more fully. It struck her that she had been heading to this place since the day she opened the paper and saw his advertisement. Of course, nothing could have convinced her then that she'd be in this position and enjoying it no less. <br><br>Her body was a bundle of sensations and it didn't take long at all before the pleasure started building up inside of her again. Her breathing came heavier the more he slid in and out of her. The moans she had turned to pure pleasure at that point, not caring any longer about the frustration .<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 16:56:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen enjoyed his slave.&nbsp; He took pleasure in each movement, and her responses were exactly what he'd hoped for.&nbsp; When she finally relaxed into the bondage he encouraged her, "That's a good slave Emma.&nbsp; The more you learn to accept and enjoy the restraints, the more pleasant it will get.&nbsp; A slave's job is to please her Master.&nbsp; There aren't any rules against enjoying it..."<br><br>He increased his pace then, taking pleasure from her.&nbsp; He loved seeing her restrained, and the tighter and more severe the bondage, the more it excited him.&nbsp; He knew she couldn't ask for permission to cum, gagged as she was, and there was a brief moment of curiosity as to how long she'd hold out - but then, he wasn't on her schedule.<br><br>His breathing too, became heavier as he continued, pushing himself as deeply into her as he could - sometimes withdrawing slowly, sometimes faster.&nbsp; He loved the feel of being inside her, and it wasn't terribly long before he felt himself close to reaching his own climax...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 23:30:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma was glad to hear there was no rule against enjoying every sensation of this, because she didn't have a choice but to enjoy it. Her body was starting to adjust to the strange position and she'd found just the right amount of leeway her binds had that she could participate a bit as well. <br><br>It it weren't for the footboard of the bed against her, she would have certainly fallen face down onto the bed. In the past, she had only had 'nice' sex or 'appropriate' encounters, in other words, boring. Oh it had always felt good at the time, but nothing quite as satisfying as this was. No one had ever made her so aware of every inch of her body before or knew how to take her. From her toes straight up through her body she felt every muscle contract as she felt the pleasure rip through her. With others she had moaned in pleasure simply to appease her partners, not because she felt the need to, now however, she couldn't have stopped them if she tried, even gagged as she was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 22:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen felt her cum... her pussy clenching about his shaft and her body shaking.&nbsp; That was pretty much all he needed to drive him over the top, and he exploded.&nbsp; He pushed himself deep into her, as far as he could and held himself there.&nbsp; He felt the heat of his semen blend with with her warmth and it was amazing.&nbsp; There was just something wonderful about fucking a tightly restrained slave that couldn't be experienced any other way.&nbsp; He took deep breaths as he finally finished.&nbsp; He stroked in and out a few more times before finally pulling out of her.<br><br>He left his place behind her, and crawled on top of the bed, where he removed the snap hook that held her head down.&nbsp; He knelt then, and directed her masked and gagged form towards his cock.&nbsp; Though she couldn't see, he slid his now mostly flaccid member into the wide opening of her gag&nbsp; "Clean me," he told her.&nbsp; "After that I'll release your restraints, and you can rest."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 03:43:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment Emma felt him cum inside of her, it struck her that she'd never let someone do that before. She'd always used something or made them stop before it got to that point. Not that 'let' was really a word she could have used in this scenario. He did what he pleased as he pleased, because she'd given that consent. She didn't dwell on the thought, the semantics of it were too complicated for her to think about just then in any case.<br><br>There was a moment of relief when he unhooked whatever was holding her head down, and while she would have preferred that her arms were released as well, she would take what she could get for the moment. When he told her to clean him, she realized how much easier that would have been had the gag in her mouth that was holding it open not have been there. She would have been able to do more she thought. Without being able to see where exactly he was, she had to use her tongue to feel her way. Once she did, gentle licks was all she was able to manage in that position. She thought to herself that he was limiting what she could and would have done for him, made it more pleasurable for him, had he not kept her gagged as she was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 16:09:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glen chuckled as he watched her struggle to do as he'd asked.&nbsp; She manged to lick a bit, but not much else.&nbsp; He hadn't expected that much of her with the gag the way it was, and her being unable to see, but there would be other times for her to take his cock in her mouth.&nbsp; Right now, he was more interested in her getting the most out of the gag, and understanding it's limitations.&nbsp; He let it go on for a bit, then wiped off the bulk of what was still on him between her breasts, then moved out from under to stand behind her again.<br><br>He knelt, and released her ankles, then stood, and released her wrists.&nbsp; He pulled them back behind her, however, and reconnected the cuffs leaving a comfortable slack between them.&nbsp; He turned her about so her back was to the bed now, and unsnapped the gag, pulling it from her mouth, then gave her a few moments to let her jaw reset.<br><br>"It's time to put you to bed, Emma," he told her.&nbsp; "Where you sleep depends on how you answer this next question."&nbsp; She still couldn't see anything, and he could see every response her body made at his unexpected touches.&nbsp; He rubbed her breasts, enjoying their feel under his hands.&nbsp; "What have you learned tonight, Emma.&nbsp; Through everything you've seen, and done, and experienced.&nbsp; What is the most important lesson you've learned?"&nbsp; He paused a moment, then added, "And I want the truth, not what you think you I want to hear.&nbsp; Trust me, I can sense the difference."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 22:42:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Some relief filled her as she was able to finally stand up straight and close her mouth. While her hands were still bound behind her, she was able to roll her shoulders a bit to give them some relief. That relief was short lived when he asked her what she'd learned tonight. There had been so much, and she wanted to answer it right, her mind was scrambling for the best answer. No, that was wrong, she wasn't supposed to look for the right answer, she was supposed to give him a truthful answer and she didn't doubt for a moment he would be able to tell the difference, as she was a horrible liar. There was also the fact that she didn't want to lie to him, or give him an answer that wasn't how she truly felt or what she thought. This would only work if she were honest. <br><br>Emma thought she knew what she'd learned, but she wasn't quite sure how to say it without making it sound as if she were pandering to him. She didn't speak for several minutes, hoping that he would understand her taking that time to phrase it right rather than ignoring the question. She was glad that she couldn't see his face while she spoke, somehow it made it easier to just say it.<br><br>"I think I've learned a few things tonight, but the most important...I'm not sure how to say it quite right, but, I think, no, I know..."<br><br>She stopped and took a breath, she needed to stop rambling on and just say what she needed to say, she knew she had to get past this uneasiness. <br><br>"Everything I experience with you, pleasure, embarrassment, not pleasant things, is because you wish it" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 15:34:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He thought for a moment, then reached out and began to absently play with her left breast.<br><br>"It's a good answer, though not the one I'd hoped for.", he mused as he continued to enjoy himself - toying with her nipple.&nbsp; "It shows you've fully accepted my position over you which, I suppose, is a forward step."&nbsp; He released her breast, and went to tracing hid fingertip around them, and over the front of her body in random little patterns.&nbsp; "It's not an answer deserving of the bed, but perhaps, the rug in front - which is what I would have decided if not for one unfortunate thing..."<br><br>He let the words trail off as he wound her hair through the fingertips of one hand, taking a firm hold of it.&nbsp; "You seem," he continued after a moment, tightening his grip on her hair a little bit with each following word, "to have forgotten how to address me properly.&nbsp; My title wasn't anywhere in your answer, you just spoke to me as if I were someone on the street -which I simply can't reward."<br><br>He used his grip on her now, to pull her head all the way back.&nbsp; "Now, " he told her "If you don't want to spend the night in an oven, you'd best make the next words that come out of your mouth convince me otherwise..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 21:16:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma felt her stomach completely drop at his words. How could she have been so stupid? She had been doing so well the whole night and none of that would mean anything because she'd slipped at the end. She felt tears of frustration sting her eyes but she refused to let them fall, though he wouldn't have been able to see them just then in any case with her face covered.<br><br>She had been through so much tonight, how could one slip, one small slip at the end of it when she was as tired as she was negate everything else that she'd done right? Emma wanted to be angry about it, at the unfairness of it, but she also knew she had to get that under control. When she spoke again, it couldn't be anything along those lines, she knew that. Also she wondered at what the answer he had been hoping for was.&nbsp; She relaxed herself, forced herself to put the negative thoughts out of her mind. She had been the one to mess up, now she needed to make that right. <br><br>"Master I'm sorry, I...I don't have an excuse for not addressing you properly, I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 20:35:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He twisted her hair a bit, causing discomfort but not "pain" as such.&nbsp; "You should be," he told her.&nbsp; "Despite pain, pleasure, confusion and anything else she might be feeling, a slave never has an excuse NOT to think.&nbsp; It also shows that some things aren't quite second nature to you yet, as they should be."<br><br>He frowned, and held her for a moment, then reached a decision.&nbsp; "Open wide," he told her, as the tube found its way back into her mouth, and Glen snapped it securely in place.&nbsp; A moment later, he looped his finger through the hole in her collar and began walking "Come."<br><br>The position of his hand forced Emma to walk slightly stooped over, as Glen wasn't going through a great deal of trouble to keep his arm up high.&nbsp; He walked her back down from the bedroom, down back through the kitchen, and again, down into the basement.&nbsp; Emma could hear the sound of one of the jail-cell doors opening, her feet could feel the cool stone floor.<br><br>"Think about your place here tonight," He told her as he pulled her inside.&nbsp; "Think about what you experienced, and how you felt.&nbsp; Think about what you really want your life to be like."&nbsp; He paused then, a few moments, then softly and gently, kissed the back of her neck and whispered, "An unfortunate conclusion to what was otherwise, a night of perfect behavior.&nbsp; You did well."<br><br>He let go of her then, took the opportunity to gently caress her left breast, then locked the door shut.&nbsp; He doused the lights completely - no sense in wasting electricity with his slave still completely blindfolded.&nbsp; She'd be uncomfortable with her arms bound behind her, but then, she'd find a position eventually...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Free Ride (FLN826 &amp; Zorak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 15:32:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she knew she was alone and that familiar sense of panic built up inside of her for being alone in a confined space hit her, Emma eased herself to the ground to sit, though she knew she'd not sleep. There was too much emotion building up inside of her for sleep. She felt like a complete failure, but no, that wasn't quite how she felt. She was, she realized, angry. She hadn't been here very long, what did he expect from her? He knew this was all so new to her, how could he expect her to be perfect right away? She was trying her best, hadn't she shown how much she was trying by everything this evening? Did all of that mean nothing because of one missed word? <br><br>She wasn't sure how much time had passed that she'd been sitting there, brooding over what had happened, but the longer she did, the more her anger over the situation dissipated, she found she was able to look at the entire thing from a calmer perspective. Replaying the entire night over in her head she tried to see where she'd failed other than that one forgetful moment she had. The answer she gave to his question wasn't the right one, why couldn't she see what the right one was? <br><br>Her thoughts were the only thing keeping her from having a full blown panic attack. Being in the cell was enough to cause her anxiety, but being blindfolded and having her arms bound as well was more helpless than she could bear. She remembered what he'd told her though, what he did to her might not always be pleasant, but she'd always be safe and secure. Was that the answer he had been looking for? That she knew she could and would trust him? Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, she fell asleep.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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