Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)
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				Title: <strong>Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 04:42:11</strong>
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				I was waking down the dirty, litter strewn streets of New Chicago. The part of Chicago that the World Organization, which any school teacher will tell you is built of the back of the old World Trade Organization, had given charter too. It was an upscale part of town, and I have an apartment in the bad part of town. Pretty tame...<br><br>The wind of the spring night was light but moist, dampening. Pulling my coat around my shoulders I turn to take a shortcut through an alley. Like I said it is the nice part of town. The private security forces do a good enough job keeping petty crime of the streets and I'm thankful for it. A hovering security robot checked me for any warrants and let me go. Years ago people thought that things like that wouldn't be possible. The W.O. brought about a gilded age. It wasn't all perfect just... coated.<br><br>I caught my refection in a large puddle splashed across the street. I'm wearing a leather coat pretty standard. Khakis, white sneakers and a white Tee Shirt underneath. I have dusty-blond hair, brown eyes, and angular features. An unfortunate side-effect from not eating as much as I should. Not that I've got a problem. I just reading or doing a puzzle and I forget. My narrow mouth is pursed into frown, my narrow nose with an old scar down the side is red with cold. <br><br>Looking down the alley I see this slumped figure in the trash, it couldn't be a homeless person, in New Chicago? No. I shake my head and investigate. It's a dirty, bruised woman. I can't make out much of her features, she has a nasty gash in her right leg. She stuffed dirty cloth into it to stop the bleeding. Her eyes are closed she's obviously passed out, I lift up an eye and check the ears for blood and she seems fine in that regard. Looking under her jaw I notice two symmetrical button sized scars. This woman was a slave, a muted one. <br><br>I don't know why I didn't take her to the hospital right away, I just picked up the poor thing and took her home. I live in a "Historic" brownstone it has two floors and a subbasement. It's homey, and it's retrofitted with modern supplies and things. The stove was gas. I put the young woman on my baggy, brown-leather couch until I ran a hot bath. I slipped the girl's dirty clothes off, and saw her naked. She was bruised all over. Putting her in the tub I rubbed my shoulders. I'm not out of shape, but I'm not a big guy. She was almost taller than me I think. I washed her hair and cleaned up all her cuts and scrapes. I had to sew up her gash but Micro-gel. Neosporin on steroids fixed most of her minor injuries. I pulled her out and dried her. She seemed to flicker in and out of consciousness. Dressing her in one of my Tee-shirts, it said love doctor on the front. Not something I'm proud of... and a pair of simple white cotton panties (Old girlfriend must have missed them.) I put her to rest on the couch and went to bed. I was tired as hell.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 05:01:30</strong>
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				I was going to die.&nbsp; I knew it as plain as I knew anything I'd ever known.&nbsp; I was freezing, battered and bruised.&nbsp; Bleeding.&nbsp; I couldn't get the deep gash in my leg to stop as I crawled through the alleyway, desperately trying to find a way to live.&nbsp; I had found an old, dirty cloth and had shoved it inside the gash.&nbsp; Had I been able to, I know I would have screamed from the pain of it.&nbsp; But I couldn't, and so I didn't.&nbsp; Even now, though, I want to.&nbsp; I...I'm going faint, I think.&nbsp; Yes...I'm certain of it, I realize as I fall into a pile of trash and remember no more.<br><br>I smell him.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; It's not him.&nbsp; I'm still in the alley, and someone is picking me up.&nbsp; But I can't...I can't stay conscious enough to even open my eyes.<br><br>It's warm, and soft hands are doing things to me, but I have no idea what's going on.&nbsp; Did Master change his mind?&nbsp; Did he retrieve me?&nbsp; I want so badly to open my eyes and find out what is happening, but I have not the strength to do so.<br><br>Laying somewhere that is at least fairly warm, I began to become more aware of my surroundings.&nbsp; I hear a gentle tick, tick, tick.&nbsp; Presumably a clock.&nbsp; A drip, dribblety drip.&nbsp; Most likely a slightly leaky faucet.&nbsp; This is not home.&nbsp; Master would never have allowed a faucet to leak like that.&nbsp; If it had been, I would have been beneath it with my mouth open to catch the dips before they made any noise.&nbsp; It was good for my training anyway, to be laying on a counter with my head slightly upside down.&nbsp; The blood rushed to it, plus I had to keep my neck muscles rigid and strong.&nbsp; He liked that.&nbsp; Thought it made me better at my job.<br><br>Slowly I open my eyes.&nbsp; I'm wearing something I've never seen before.&nbsp; Master didn't know it, but I had been teaching myself to read a little bit.&nbsp; I think it says...'Doctor Love?'&nbsp; That doesn't make any sense to me.&nbsp; I have panties on, too.&nbsp; That's new.&nbsp; Master didn't think I needed them.&nbsp; He hated to spend money on me unless it was absolutely necessary or would gain him something.&nbsp; Even then he took it out of my hide.&nbsp; I had to work harder or be punished for even my food.<br><br>Yes, this room is definately new.&nbsp; I blink the sleep from my eyes and slowly sit up, looking down at my leg.&nbsp; Somebody has doctored it.&nbsp; It looks so much better.&nbsp; It's no longer bleeding at all.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; Master wouldn't have cared even had he been happy with he now.&nbsp; He's not.&nbsp; Most definately not.&nbsp; I cannot help but feel a little bit frightened.&nbsp; I don't know what's going on.&nbsp; I shiver.&nbsp; It's a little chilly.<br><br>I try to stand up, but my leg will not yet accept any weight upon it.&nbsp; Perhaps I shouldn't get up at all.&nbsp; Maybe whomever has me now would be angry with me.&nbsp; I've had just about enough abuse and neglect, thank you very much.&nbsp; Shivering again, I lay back down and curl up into a small little ball, cuddling against the back of the couch.&nbsp; I lay there for what seems like forever before I finally feel myself drifting off to sleep.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 05:26:35</strong>
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				I woke the next day around six. Like always, I feel like such a loser, I have got to be the only person who gets up at six on a Saturday. Yawning I stretch and the vague recollection of last night came back. Why would I take in a slave? Nah, it was a dream. I barely managed to change into my p.j. pants and tee-shirt. I scratch the stubble forming on my chin and shuffle out into the hallway with it's stairs. Going down the small stairwell with it's runner and walked out into the living room. <br><br>Not much for coffee first thing I decide to catch the morning news report when I go to sit down on my couch there's a pretty girl asleep, for some reason I can't focus on her appearance, still groggy I suppose. Well I guess I took her home... not that I can get in trouble for that. I didn't steal her I found it-- her... I never thought about slavery before, and I'm not keen on it already if someone could leave her in the alley.<br><br>Her hair was a mess, I hadn't combed it, I also had forgotten to get the blanket out of the hall closet where I keep my bedclothes. I sat in my reading, slash, thinking chair, an old leather recliner and I thought about what I could do with her... shoving sexual things aside I decided I could make up the guest bed in the sub-basement. It was my rec room. A pool table and the guest bed. The other junk in there was... junk, and books. I head back to the closet across from the bathroom to get her a blanket and the bedclothes for the guest bed. Putting the blanket over her curled up body I go make up the bed and come back up to get breakfast started. Putting some sausage on a frying pan I started the dip for french toast. I didn't expect her to wake up. I sort of put her on a pain med cocktail. Luckily those few stitches I had to put in her leg would dissolve. I yawn and flip the sausage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 05:37:47</strong>
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				The majority of the night had passed blissfully free of the nightmares I usually face.&nbsp; I stir a little, realizing I am warm again.&nbsp; It feels nice.&nbsp; I didn't normally sleep so comfortably.&nbsp; No pillow, no blanket, hard floor.&nbsp; I did have a mat that my Master gave me.&nbsp; It had once been his dog's.&nbsp; But I was happy to have it.&nbsp; I stir a little more, my eyes blinking open.&nbsp; I smell food, and my stomach flips over.&nbsp; I am hungry.&nbsp; Starving.&nbsp; Far too much.&nbsp; So much I am nauseated.&nbsp; I want to try to get up, but even as I start to push up on my elbows I start to feel worse.&nbsp; Dizzy, too.&nbsp; Perhaps getting up isn't the best idea.&nbsp; Instead I turn over on my side, facing the room better.&nbsp; I try to stay awake, but I fail miserably and soon realize I'm falling asleep again.
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 06:10:45</strong>
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				I saw her stir and walked over, "Good morning." I say tentatively knowing she'll never answer me back, "You're okay now." I tell her gently as I can manage this early. I moved over and helped her sit up. I need to look at her leg, she offers little resistance when I part her legs. Like she was expecting it or something. I removed the bandage and checked the yellow discharge and her wound. It was a little red but she'd live. He doubted she would need more than a few days. I move to check how her leg moves and put my hand on the top of her knee but miss and touch a naked thigh. I withdraw it quickly. Changing her bandage I give her some more ointment. She'd be able to hobble around in a few minutes. I leave her alone so I can see to the breakfast. "Why don't you go to the bathroom?" I tell her, It's down the hall first door. "You should clean yourself up." her hair was a tangle, hell you probably could tell if she had long or short it was so layered atop itself. "You'll-- find all you need..." slaves usually didn't have names... I didn't know hers so I left her alone and serve up the food when she gets back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 06:29:27</strong>
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				Somebody is approaching, I realize as I'm drifting off.&nbsp; I force my eyes open and look up at the person I'm assuming took me from the alley last night.&nbsp; Yes, he smelled the same.&nbsp; He spoke to me, and though I recognize the words and know what they mean, I can't answer him.&nbsp; I don't smile either.&nbsp; I'd never smiled as far as I knew.&nbsp; Not once.&nbsp; I was grateful he was helping me, because I could now tell that he was, but still I won't, probably can't, smile at him.<br><br>Now sitting, my stomach is very queasy again.&nbsp; I do not feel good at all.&nbsp; He parted my legs to look at the injured one, and I know better than to resist even though the touch was far too intimate for my liking.&nbsp; I don't like anyone to touch me.&nbsp; Not ever.&nbsp; Thankfully nobody ever did.&nbsp; He leaves, and for the most part I am grateful.<br><br>He told me to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up.&nbsp; Even though I don't really want to try walking just yet, I stand up anway.&nbsp; Thankfully he can't see me wince and wobble around, almost falling before I catch my balance.&nbsp; Finally I am standing upright, fighting against he pain in my leg and my upset stomach.&nbsp; I am tall for a girl, really close to six feet tall even, but if I've ever been measured, nobody saw fit to tell me about it.&nbsp; My legs are incredibly long and graceful, dancer's legs even though I'm far too tall and too curvy for ballet or any such thing.&nbsp; <br><br>I carefully hobble down the hall and find the bathroom where he said that I would.&nbsp; I see my reflection in the mirror and am started.&nbsp; I never think I look good, and I don't care at all, but this is just ridiculous.&nbsp; My strawberry blonde ringlets are a mass of tangles.&nbsp; The bruising on my face very nearly matched the incredible green of my eyes.&nbsp; That's me.&nbsp; Green Eyes.&nbsp; Just by looking at people I can make them stop in their tracks, startling them into stillness.&nbsp; I fancy myself like one of those mythological creatures, a basilisk I think it is, able to stun people into stone with just my eyes.&nbsp; I'll admit that they are very bright, an unusual jade with nuances of a many other shades of green, but I don't think they're as amazing as everybody else does.<br><br>Hmm.&nbsp; I wonder when he will look into my eyes and see them.&nbsp; What will he do?&nbsp; Will he grow to hate me?&nbsp; perhaps he already does.&nbsp; I take a deep breath as I find a washcloth and start to slowly rub the dirt and grime from my face, whatever was left from the bath I'd slept through the previous night.&nbsp; I wash out the rag and then use it to clean the rest of me.&nbsp; I wash it again and use it clean the entire bathroom, finding cleaners under the sink.&nbsp; I didn't stop until it sparkled.<br><br>I looked in the mirror again and realized I needed to try to do something with my hair.&nbsp; I search through drawers until I find a comb.&nbsp; I sit on the toilet, my stomach protesting the treatment it is receiving, and run the finely toothed object through my hair.&nbsp; Finally that is done, and once I'm all finished, I put the brush back where I got it from and pick up my dirty washcloth.<br><br>I am ready.&nbsp; I hope I haven't done anything displeasing to him.&nbsp; I leave the bathroom, my loose curls falling nearly all the way to my bottom now that my hair is brushed.&nbsp; I finally find him, and I wait silently for him to acknowledge me and give me further orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 14:26:27</strong>
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				While she was away I put the food out and poured some orange juice into two glasses for our breakfast. The kitchen was small but there was an area next to it where I fit the table and two chairs. Simple pine. I cleaned up the living room a bit as well. Threw away some of the old Chinese takeout boxes from a few nights ago. I'm not really a sloppy person. I just choose to read or study over cleaning. She walked back in, and I noticed her green eyes, they were more vibrant than when she was unconscious. I felt a kind of cozy feeling looking into her, she smelled faintly of Pine-Sol and some other cleaners, "Did you clean my bathroom?" I asked knowing she couldn't answer with words so I waited for her to nod, my eyes casually drifted down her body, Her long curvy frame was good to look at and she was only an inch or two shorter than me. "Come on lets eat." I gesture her back to couch and put her leg up for her and hand her a plate, putting the glass on the coffee table. <br><br>It's hard to have a conversation with a mute person. Not as hard as I feared, "Do you know how old you are?" I hold up my hands twice and end with a five to show I was twenty five. I doubt she's stupid, not with eyes like that. "How do you like it?" I ask her after she's taken a few bites. I couldn't cook so much as burn things into edibility. I let her eat in silence for a while before I have to ask the inevitable, "Are-- Are you going to stay, I can't offer much, I can feed you and there's a bed down in the basement for you. It's warm down there." I don't know why I asked her, it just seemed like I wanted a pretty girl around I guess. Maybe my loneliness was catching up with me. Med school didn't leave me a lot of time to have a social life. I just want her to stay, maybe that's why I took her home instead of a hospital, "Is your leg doing better?" I try to keep the questions to yes or no, so she can nod or shake her pretty head and those satiny curls. God where did that come from.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 14:45:35</strong>
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				There.&nbsp; In the kitchen.&nbsp; Did he straighten up a little while I was gone?&nbsp; Isn't that...isn't that my job?&nbsp; He's taking care of me, he's even feeding me it looks like, shouldn't I be the one doing the work?&nbsp; I am very confused as he starts to speak to me again.&nbsp; Yes, I cleaned your bathroom, I think.&nbsp; But I am only able to nod, hoping he'll be pleased with my work.&nbsp; It had been very difficult to do with my leg like it is, but it looks and smells sparkly clean now.<br><br>He is looking at me strange.&nbsp; I have seen men look at me that way before, even some women.&nbsp; Master didn't really, though, so I'm lost.&nbsp; What does that look mean?&nbsp; Sometimes it preceded someone trying to get closer to me and talk to me or touch me, but Master never let them do that.&nbsp; Wait...Old Master.&nbsp; New Master is looking at me like that.&nbsp; He is beckoning me to return to the couch, so I quickly limp over there.&nbsp; New Master is actually lifting my leg up.&nbsp; Either he is one sick person, trying to lull me into a false sense of security, or he is significantly nicer than Old Master.&nbsp; Were any masters nice?&nbsp; I hadn't seen any yet, but maybe New Master was about to prove me wrong.&nbsp; I must say, I rather hope so.<br><br>He hands me a plate and places water on the table.&nbsp; I am very thirsty.&nbsp; My eyes linger on the glass, but I don't have permission so I cannot touch it let alone let the cool, clean liquid trickle down my dry throat.&nbsp; I lick my lips with longing before realizing that I'm letting New Master see what I need and want.&nbsp; He can use that against me, so I quickly school me expression to reveal nothing.<br><br>New Master wants to know how old I am, but I don't really know.&nbsp; Master always said he'd get rid of me long before I turned 21, but I don't know if that was just talk to scare me or not.&nbsp; I shrug apologetically, unable to answer him, and hope that he doesn't punish me for not telling him what he wants to know.<br><br>I can tell that New Master wants me to eat, so I start to.&nbsp; It really doesn't taste very good.&nbsp; I can tell that I'll be taking over the cooking duties very soon.&nbsp; No wonder he is so skinny.&nbsp; He doesn't exactly look unhealthy, but a little bit more color in his face and meat on his bones would do wonders for him, make him more handsome than he already is.&nbsp; Thankfully Old Master made sure I could cook and clean with the best of them, and I am eager to please.&nbsp; This might just work out after all.<br><br>He asks me if I'm going to stay.&nbsp; What?&nbsp; Either it's a trick question or I have somehow missed something.&nbsp; As if I have a choice.&nbsp; Wait, maybe he's asking me if I'm going to try and run away.&nbsp; No, surely he would have worded it differently.&nbsp; I decide to go the most straightforward route and answer the question as if it's serious.&nbsp; I nod my head, carefully watching for New Master's reaction.&nbsp; My new home is in the basement.&nbsp; A bed!?&nbsp; What?&nbsp; Did he just say I have a bed down there?&nbsp; For me?&nbsp; I blink, my eyes full of surprise and even hope, I'm sure.&nbsp; But then I realize he's probably just saying bed but that it's really a mat or just a square on the floor or a cage or something.&nbsp; I curse myself for getting so excited over nothing.<br><br>New Master asks about my leg next.&nbsp; I look down at it.&nbsp; It hurts like the dickens, but what am I supposed to say?&nbsp; If I let him know that it hurts, he might be angry with me.&nbsp; I just nod again.&nbsp; Better to not get in trouble on the very first day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 20:00:16</strong>
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				I look at her looking at the glass, oops got the water instead of the juice I had been using water to make sure the sausage had been cooked through, I quickly pick up the glass and walk off to the kitchen and pick up the juice I had poured for her. I return later and sit down on the end of the couch and put the glass of juice down, "Go on, you can drink it." I tell her returning to my own meal. After another few short minutes I can't take the silence and I know it's not her fault. She'd been muted... not necessarily barbaric a practice compared to some of the rumors. Abuse and the like.<br><br>I didn't know what to do with her? What did I expect to do with her? I'm happy to see the nod, she was going to stay, the idea that she considers me a new master never occurs to me. I wait for her to finish and put her plate aside. "Lets go see your new room." I offer taking her arm and helping her up, letting her use me as a crutch. It was hard to get used to speaking with a non-speaking person. I have to make sure to pay more attention to her.<br><br>I help her down the small set of steps to the door to the sub-basement. Inside there's a low ceiling with modern inlaid lights. The walls were whitewashed and the carpet was a thick brown color. There was a pool table all the balls and two cues on top. It's a little faded but usable. I bought it off an old collage roommate before starting med school. There was an old wood entertainment center. It had a T.V. and my game consoles. So I like games, eh, it's puzzles and action. Over in the corner however, there is a small double-twin couch-bed It was dressed with clean white sheets and spread, two pillows, and a big quilt adorned with teddy bears. It was my moms, what can I say it's the only one I had. It was soft enough. It was in top condition. Around the room there were bookcases covered in books, and various odds and ends, behind the T.V. was the small room that contained the hot-water heater and washer and dryer. "It's a little dusty," I tell her, "but you can have this room if you want." not that she had much choice he didn't have other beds besides his own.<br><br>"Why don't you rest," I didn't want to be crass but I couldn't give free rides, "You can start cleaning when your leg is usable." I put two pain pills on the end table next to her bed. "Go on." I urge her with a little push on the shoulder, "Take a nap I have to go get some things if you're going to live here." I left her alone moving to my room I quickly freshen up and dress then go shopping. She would need more than panties and a tee-shirt. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 20:17:56</strong>
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				As he takes the water away, I wonder what I did wrong.&nbsp; I had tried to be good, but apparently I'd messed up.&nbsp; Then New Master brings me juice and even tells me to drink it.&nbsp; I am very confused, but I'm so thirsty I don't care!&nbsp; I reach for the glass, cradling it in my hand as I bring it to my lips and greedily consume every last drop.&nbsp; Orange juice!&nbsp; It was delicious!&nbsp; I'd never been allowed any of it before.&nbsp; I finish eating in record time, finally convinced that New Master wasn't going to rip my plate from my hands and taunt me with it.&nbsp; It felt so good to eat an entire meal without having to worry about such things.<br><br>It is time to see my new room as I finish my food.&nbsp; I place the plate down and cautiously stand up.&nbsp; New Master helps me.&nbsp; He even continues to help me by having me lean on his arm a little.&nbsp; It's a big help, and I am grateful.&nbsp; Why is he being so nice to me?&nbsp; Does this mean there will be hell to pay later?<br><br>We walk downstairs together, New Master and I, and he shows me my new room.&nbsp; He has lots of nice things down here.&nbsp; Things I know I will only touch when I am cleaning them.&nbsp; That was one of the rules, of course.&nbsp; No touching Master's things.&nbsp; Ever.&nbsp; Unless you are cleaning them.&nbsp; Even after not being able to speak for all the life I could remember, I open my mouth to ask a question but, of course, no sound comes out and I curse myself for my stupidity.&nbsp; I get very angry with myself very often.&nbsp; I have little patience when it comes to me.<br><br>I need to know where I am to sleep, for surely that bed cannot be mine.&nbsp; But then he put medicine on the table next to the bed, and even pushed me towards it.&nbsp; Before he left, I sit down on the edge to make certain I was understanding correctly, not laying down until I got his approval.<br><br>He leaves, and I pull the quilt out from beneath me and cuddle beneath it, already completely worn out again.&nbsp; The medicine!&nbsp; I almost forgot.&nbsp; I reach up and pick up the pills, placing them into my mouth and swallowing them fairly easily without the help of a drink.&nbsp; In moments I am asleep again, warm and very comfortable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 22:14:19</strong>
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				I spend most of my two ours in the shopping arcade getting her clothes. I have the money I was saving it up to buy a new something unimportant... well it was at one time but a secondhand slave and a chance at not feeling alone at home drove that from my mind. It would be nice to have some company, it got cold in Chicago. I had several bags of clothing already: Underclothes consisting of panties and bras in modest satin and cotton, several tee-shirts more to what her size was, some loose jean shorts, skirts a little on the short side but not skimpy, a robe, and a pair of sandals. I didn't think she would be spending much time outdoors but I end up getting her a pair of jeans and sneakers with ankle socks a few plain cut V-cut day dresses and tank tops; some had the midriff cut out some didn't.<br><br>When I finished I took a cab back home and opened up my house, I didn't know what she was up to so placing the bags aside I looked around for her, I thought about calling out for her, but I did not know her name and she probably was still asleep so I busied my self with picking tags off her clothes and getting them ready to wash. I put them all in an empty laundry basket and took them down to the sub-basement. I couldn't help but think of my new... housemate pretty green eyes, long legs, youthful, her hair was cute too. Catching myself I give a mental shake and enter her knew room.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 22:36:30</strong>
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				I awoke and was still alone as far as I could get tell.&nbsp; When I felt good enough, I got up and started cleaning off some of the dust and straightening, but I didn't get too far before I was thoroughly exhausted again.&nbsp; I worked a little more, hoping that New Master would be understanding and would at least be pleased with the progress I'd made.&nbsp; Then I lay back down, my hair fanning out on the pillows beneath my head.&nbsp; <br><br>Never have I felt so luxurious.&nbsp; But also I've never had such warmth when I slept, so as I lay on my side, I let my uninjured leg slip out from beneath the comforter, laying it across the bed to hang just a little off of it.&nbsp; My legs are very smooth for Old Master had made certain they stayed that way.&nbsp; It was imperative that I look amazing for what my main job was.&nbsp; He didn't care so much for himself, but he wanted others to be distracted by my looks.&nbsp; My legs were among my better features, along with my eyes.&nbsp; They were incredibly long, tanned, and toned.&nbsp; And as I was told to keep them that way, they were always waxed or shaved, depending on how frequently I was working at any one time, and lotioned up properly.&nbsp; Not an ounce of dry or rough skin was on my body anywhere, not even my hands or feet.<br><br>My toenails were painted a rather racy red, something of a trademark for me, as were my fingernails.&nbsp; But just now they were dirty and broken, ragged from fighting with Old Master last night and from trying to drag myself to safety in the alleyway where New Master had found me.&nbsp; Thinking of New Master, I close my eyes and sigh deeply.&nbsp; I know I can't be so lucky as for him to turn out as nice as he seems, but so far I am very content with my new situation.&nbsp; Very quickly I fall asleep again, breathing softly and evenly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:03:15</strong>
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				I saw her sleeping so I gently place her things in the washer, not the colors of course, I knew about bleeding colors. I was okay at laundry and I could do this. I noticed that the room was partially cleaned and organized. Sitting down at her bed I stroke a little ringlet of strawberry blond from her face. God she was a pretty thing and to have someone just throw her away. That was the lowest form of slavery. Abusive. I gently give her a shake. "Wake up." I say gently, "I've got a surprise." though she might not think of it in it's innocent connotation, I never thought of that.<br><br>As she woke I took out the dresses and some of the more heavy clothes that would be going in another wash, "I told you to stay in bed." I tell her sternly but not because I was mad, "That's alright, I just don't want you hurting that leg..." this lack of names finally gets to me and I ask, "I know you don't have a name, but can you write. I want to give you a name. I can't just call you nothing can I." I tell her smiling.<br><br>I let her look through her clothes. "Do you like them?" he asked, I want her to know that I'm going to protect her, but what green-eyes plans on doing is really up to her. I did not know what to do so I cleared my throat and pretended to check her leg. It looked to be completely healthy so I gave one last new bandage and tying it gently, looking into her jade eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:18:19</strong>
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				I hear New Master's voice and felt someone move me a little.&nbsp; Blinking slowly I awaken and find New Master is very close to me, telling me he has a surprise.&nbsp; Did he mean...?&nbsp; I know that some masters use their slaves for...sexual reasons though my master never had.&nbsp; He'd also never allowed anyone to touch anything more than my face, shoulders, or hands.&nbsp; I am completely pure.<br><br>I get in trouble then, even though I am not positive I know why.&nbsp; I thought my job was to clean, and to do that, I had to be up and about.&nbsp; It surprises me that his reprimanding seems to stem from concern for my injury.&nbsp; I blink, my long, dark eyelashes first framing my eyes and then forming a half-moon shadow on my cheeks before they once more frame the green orbs that so many people seem to lose themselves in.<br><br>He wants to know if I can write.&nbsp; I shake my head because I've never learned.&nbsp; I am working on reading, but I've never had the chance to so much as pick up a pen or pencil and write on anything.&nbsp; I hope he's not too disappointed in me for not knowing how to write.<br><br>I wonder if those dresses and clothes he pulled out are for me.&nbsp; They certainly would look funny on him!&nbsp; And they seem to be a size that would fit me.&nbsp; He asks me if I like them, and this time I am able to nod.&nbsp; They are very pretty.&nbsp; If he had picked them out, he had excellent taste.&nbsp; Everything seems to be something that would either enhance my hair, my eyes, my skin, or my body.&nbsp; I a a little surprised he's paid that much attention to my looks for surely it had taken a man a lot of time to put all that together.<br><br>New Master starts to look at my leg.&nbsp; It feels a lot better, but I can tell it's not completely back to new yet.&nbsp; Whatever medicine he used on it must have been what Old Master would have doctors use on me when I was injured in a fight.&nbsp; I always healed so much faster when I'd been treated by one of the doctors he would bring in.&nbsp; New Master gazes into my eyes, and I shiver.&nbsp; There is something about him that I just can't place.&nbsp; Not only does he seem so nice and caring, but...there's just something about him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:37:48</strong>
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				I look at her and stand up, "All those are yours, just wash them first alright." chemicals spilled on clothes all the time and I don't want her to get something in her leg. Though it should be healed by tomorrow. I didn't know what she would do. I didn't know a thing about her. "That's alright you can learn later I suppose." I stand up and put the clothes in a neat little pile by her bed so she could get to them at her own pace. I honestly had nothing to do, she was lying on the bed looking pretty staring at me, trying to figure me out I can tell. I'm trying to figure out what she wants. She was like a dancer but more voluptuous. Graceful and curved. I didn't blush but I was embarrassed. I shouldn't be thinking about her that way. She was a hurt slave and she probably didn't even like him. God, I sound like a teenager, still it was true I haven't had a solid dating history in the past. Most girls never call me back after date one. Deciding I had to get off this train of thought I have an idea.&nbsp; "I know, I'll just start saying names and you can pick one you like. Just nod or shake."<br><br>So I started with the A's and worked through some names until she found one she liked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:47:37</strong>
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				I wish there was a way for me to say thank you.&nbsp; I was grateful for the clothes.&nbsp; His t-shirt is fine.&nbsp; It is comfortable actually, but real clothes of my own is just...amazing.&nbsp; I can't tell him thank you, but I hope he can see the gratitude in my eyes.&nbsp; And just in case, I let one of my hands slip from beneath the blanket.&nbsp; He seems so nice, so different from Old Master that I don't think he'll be angry with me.&nbsp; I very gently place my hand on his for a very brief moment before I pull it away.&nbsp; Maybe he will understand that my touch meant that I was very pleased and thankful.&nbsp; I sure hope so.<br><br>Wait.&nbsp; Learn later?&nbsp; He will let me learn to write?&nbsp; That's...another amazing thing!&nbsp; Would wonders never cease?&nbsp; I am closer to smiling than I ever have been before, I think, for the corners of my lips and my cheeks feel strange, but they do not lift nor change.&nbsp; I am excited by the prospect, however.&nbsp; Very much so.<br><br>My cheeks turn a little pink with the way New Master is looking at me.&nbsp; Is it wrong of me to like it very much?&nbsp; I hope not, for I do.&nbsp; I have seen men look at me with lust, but this isn't it.&nbsp; His look is more tender.&nbsp; Sweet even, not that I've ever known sweetness from anybody.&nbsp; From anybody except him.&nbsp; Again I feel like I might smile, even more so, but nothing happens.&nbsp; Perhaps smiling cannot be learned once one has left childhood.&nbsp; I do not know.<br><br>New Master wants to give me a name.&nbsp; I like that, too.&nbsp; He starts listing them off, but I am so happy to be getting a name that I like each and every one and simply can not choose!&nbsp; Finally I slip my hand out again, and I point straight at New Master's chest, trying to tell him that I want him to pick.&nbsp; It will be more special that way anyway.&nbsp; New Master, new home, new name, new beginning.&nbsp; If only he will keep me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:00:42</strong>
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				"Oh you want me to choose..." I say stopping, I wanted something that matched her soulful eyes, the way she touched me. What did she think I was. It was obvious that she thought I was more than a nice person but what was she going to do when she finally healed up, would she just run? I don't know and that scares me. The way she touches me, so innocent, yielding. "Let me think..." I mulled over some names I always liked and finally decided on one, "What do you think about Persephone?" the daughter of the goddess Demeter, ruler of nature.<br><br>I couldn't help but continue to stare at her, at least I wasn't drooling. She was a beautiful young woman and I can'tbelieve she'd stay. No not her what would she want with a bookworm. A jealous part of me want to keep her and tell her that she's now my&nbsp; slave, I don't think I can go through with it though.<br><br>I looked at her for another brief moment, trying to recall general slave etiquette. How the muted slave interacted with her master. It was common practice for a slave to kneel at her master's feet to show that she was his slave. I still couldn't make her do it. I couldn't make her stay. I was so afraid of being alone again. I didn't know what do do, I didn't even know why I was having a mini-freakout. "You still tired..." I finally ask trying not to sound negative. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 02:10:14</strong>
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				I watch New Master mull over the choices, and when he chooses, I nod three or four times.&nbsp; I am pleased with what he picks for me despite not knowing the significance of the name.&nbsp; If only I knew, if only he knew how appropriate it was...<br><br>As he stares at me, I wonder what he is thinking, wishing so badly that I could ask him.&nbsp; It is obvious he is struggling with something, but I cannot tell what it is.&nbsp; I blink once, then twice, watching him from where I lay.&nbsp; I feel very comfortable, in more way than one.&nbsp; My tummy is full, I'm cuddled up in a bed of my own with my very own pillows and a comforter.&nbsp; I have my own clothes.&nbsp; Nice clothes.&nbsp; Normal clothes like anybody would wear.&nbsp; Old Master hurt me constantly, and he beat me terribly that last night with him, and he threw me away.&nbsp; New Master has been nothing but nice to me, and I like him already.&nbsp; I still wish I could somehow tell him how thankful I am.<br><br>I reach out and lightly touch my hand against his again, needing him to understand my message.&nbsp; This time I even let my finger gently run over his knuckles, making the contact last as my expressive eyes try to help convey what I feel.&nbsp; He asks if I'm tired, and I nod my head slowly.&nbsp; I am, but I do not want to go to sleep again until he understands me.&nbsp; It is imperative that he know how I feel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 02:34:35</strong>
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				I see the nod, I feel the touch but I don't know what she's trying to convey... the eyes were expressive but not perfect. I look at her for the longest time, trying to think like a slave would. I just can't figure her out... I assume she had a master before, who would leave her in such a state. Not even muggers bother slaves. Slaves never have money. I look back to her and rub her hand back pensively.<br><br>Then it dawns on me, "I am... your new master?" I was in slight shock, I hadn't been expecting that but it was entirely possible slaves were well trained to know that they can switch masters at an informal and rapid rate. It was all she probably knew. "I-I don't know?" I say, master and slave had pretty sexual connotations. <br><br>"Well are you happy." what a very authoritative question. How would she show her appreciation, I don't expect anything for just be nice but still she was here and she wasn't planning on running from him if her looks and touches were anything to go on. "I could sit here while you sleep... I just need time to think this over, is that okay?" I ask wondering if she's happy with her new master at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 02:50:16</strong>
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				I shiver lightly when New Master starts to rub my hand back.&nbsp; I wonder why.&nbsp; That doesn't make any sense, but I like it.&nbsp; But he doesn't get it.&nbsp; He can't tell that I'm trying to say thank you.&nbsp; He just asks if he's my new master.&nbsp; Well of course he is.&nbsp; I nod, rather glad that it is him and somone like Old Master.&nbsp; I am actually very glad of that.&nbsp; But...wait.&nbsp; He's not sure.&nbsp; He doesn't want to be my master?&nbsp; I don't understand.&nbsp; Why rescue me and help me if he doesn't want me.&nbsp; That crushes me, and again I don't understand.&nbsp; I don't know why it should matter so much to me, but it does.&nbsp; And I don't get why he would help me if he didn't want to keep me.<br><br>How do I get him to keep me?&nbsp; I sit up and look at him.&nbsp; I point to me, and I point to him.&nbsp; Using hand gestures I mime cooking and cleaning and folding laundry.&nbsp; I hold up and arm and point it to my muscle with my other hand as I firm it up to show him I am strong.&nbsp; I am open my mouth and point to my good, strong teeth.&nbsp; I fan out my hair for him, showing it is strong and healthy.&nbsp; I am strong and healthy, and I would make him such a good slave.&nbsp; I pray that he keeps me.<br><br>He asks me if I'm happy, and I nod emphatically, pointing to me and then pointing to him again.&nbsp; I point to me and my bed.&nbsp; To me and my pillows.&nbsp; To me and my comforter.&nbsp; To me and my clothes, all the while nodding.&nbsp; Surely he can see how very much I want this.&nbsp; This is more than I've ever had before, and I will do almost anything at all to keep it.&nbsp; To be his.<br><br>New Master...if I can call him that...offers to sit with me while I sleep.&nbsp; An immense look of gratitude washes over my face, I hope he's finally learning it, and I nod again, calming down.&nbsp; I lay back on my pillows, my hair framing my face, and I reach out my hand to his, lightly running my fingers across his knuckles again as I open my mouth and very softly exhale in a sweet sigh.&nbsp; I am happy here.&nbsp; Please let him keep me.<br><br>He needs to think, and I have no choice but to let him.&nbsp; I gaze at him as he does so, hoping and praying with everything I have in me.&nbsp; But my eyes start to get heavy as my body works on fully healing itself.&nbsp; Soon I am drifting to sleep again, my lips forming, "Please," without any sound coming out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 03:16:28</strong>
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				Her miming wasn't lost on him. I knew she wanted to stay and my mind was pretty much made up by the time she drifted off to sleep I would keep her, I suppose he'd better devise some way of giving her protection. The most common way was a collar with a name tag and everything. It was common to see female slaves walking up and down the street on leashes. I have to come up with something noticeable but not so constraining. I enjoy her company, she's sweet and grateful even for a not-quite-soft-enough sofa bed. <br><br>I had to care for her, who else would I did not miss the hurt in her big, green eyes when I first voiced my doubt. She was going to pull her own weight too. I sit up as she sleeps deeply. Those pain pills were pretty strong. Grabbing a book I notice one of my many junk boxes and spot something. An old electronic locket. I replaced the gold chain which could break with durable leather. That wouldn't. The locket itself was a crescent-moon shape in silver. Opening it I found it was one of m ex-girlfriends. Entering the password with my voice he wiped it clean. I entered the info: her name, my name as owner, my address, phone number, email. Then re-entered a new password. Closing it I slip it around her sleeping neck. If she were to open it she would find I had taken her in. <br><br>Taking my book I walk upstairs and sit in my favorite chair waiting for her to wake. It was sometime after four in the afternoon and I was happy for the first time in a long time I remember being truly happy.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 03:38:34</strong>
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				After a long, decadent nap, I finally awakened.&nbsp; New Master isn't here!&nbsp; I sit up in panic and feel something strange around my neck.&nbsp; I reach for it and find a new collar.&nbsp; He's keeping me!&nbsp; New Master is keeping me!&nbsp; If I could shout with glee, I would.&nbsp; As it is, I settle for clapping my hands.&nbsp; I jump out of bed, not even taking the time to make it as I hobble up the stairs, significantly faster than I'd made it down them that morning.&nbsp; I search for New Master, and when I find him, I immediately go and kneel at his feet, only wincing slightly from the pain it causes.&nbsp; I look down demurely, like I am supposed to.&nbsp; But just before I do, there is the absolute slightest hint of a smile on my face.&nbsp; Not enough to really count, but a change nonethess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 04:04:52</strong>
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				I was dozing when Persephone came limping in and sat at my feet. "Leg feeling better?" I ask sleepily putting my book aside. The gesture wasn't lost on me. I would have to get used to ordering her around. "Okay some ground rules, if you're gong to live with me." I start, "You do not have to ask me for food or the bathroom, or anything like that. Just don't let the hose fall into a state of disrepair." That was simple enough right. I wanted her to be happy not overworked he did want to keep her, "You can start tomorrow if your leg is better." I tell her. <br><br>I stand up to prepare dinner, then I remember how horrible my cooking is. "Well unless you can stand my cooking for another night." I say rather sheepishly. It was cooking it wasn't labor intensive. "Come on lets see how well you cook." I tell her helping her to the kitchen, "Oh I forgot. Bathe anytime you want, do not care. Go right ahead." I do not&nbsp; want to micromanage her life, so I won't. I leave her in the kitchen too many cooks and all that. I sit back on the couch, I was going to have to come up with a way she could reach me in a hurry if I was in another room. It was hard because she was perfectly muted. She couldn't make any sound that required the vocal chords. She could actually make sounds. Tongue clicks, whistling he was sure. They would work something out. I was sure of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 04:23:54</strong>
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				New Master seems preoccupied with something.&nbsp; I wish he was happier to have me.&nbsp; Maybe he hadn't noticed how he'd come so close to making me smile.&nbsp; Or maybe he doesn't want me to smile.&nbsp; I just don't know.&nbsp; New Master gives me some rules, and I am very grateful for the guidelines.&nbsp; Knowing what is expected of me helps me feel safe for if I do not break the rules, I will most likely not get into much trouble.<br><br>At the mention of his cooking, I keep a blank expression on my face.&nbsp; He wasn't a good cook, that was true.&nbsp; But I am so grateful to have gotten breakfast that I am happy with it anyway.&nbsp; But he's going to let me cook!&nbsp; I love cooking.&nbsp; It is fun and relaxing.<br><br>As soon as he leaves me alone, I look through the supplies and utensils available to me.&nbsp; Quickly I decide on a favorite meal.&nbsp; I pull three slices of boneless, skinless chicken breasts from the freezer and thaw them in salted water that I gradually heat before changing until they are ready to cook.&nbsp; Whenever they do not need my attention, I pour some flour, cracker crumbs, seasoned salt, pepper, garlic powder, and a dash of paprika into a large Ziploc bag.&nbsp; I leave that to sit until it's needed and pull out a frying pan first and pour a little oil into it before turning on the heat.&nbsp; I also pull out a stockpot and two saucepans.&nbsp; Water goes in the first, and in it I place dried fettucine noodles.&nbsp; Into one saucepan goes a package of frozen corn and a stick of butter, and in the other goes a package of frozen broccoli, a dash of garlic, and some more butter.&nbsp; I'm not going for incredibly healthy tonight.&nbsp; I really want New Master to be pleased with the taste of my cooking, and butter makes almost everything better.<br><br>The chicken ready, I beat an egg with some milk in a shallow bowl and then dip the chicken into the mixture before putting all three pieces in the bag.&nbsp; I shake the bag, dancing around the kitchen as I so often do when I cook, just happy to be doing it.&nbsp; I open the bag and put the chicken into oil, frying briefly on each side to set the coating well.&nbsp; I turn the heat under the saucepan with the corn in it on medium-low to later turn to simmer, and then I place the chicken in a square cake pan.&nbsp; I put it in the oven and turn it on to preheat while the chicken is in there.&nbsp; I start the burner under the noodles, and then set the table.&nbsp; We each get a plate and a napkin, a glass, a knife, a spoon and a fork.&nbsp; I find a little arrangement of silk flowers underneath the sink and gently wash the leaves before placing it in the middle of the table.<br><br>I stir everything in the pot and pans, emptying the grease out of the skillet and washing it while I wait.&nbsp; When the noodles are about done, I start preparing my own special alfredo sauce.&nbsp; I'm not telling you what's in it.&nbsp; I pull the pan from the oven and pull the chicken from it, cutting into one piece to make certain they're fully cooked.&nbsp; They are, so I cut them into even strips before tossing them back into the cake pan.&nbsp; I drain the noodles and pour them into the pan as well.&nbsp; Then goes the sauce I made.&nbsp; I stir it in the pan and sprinkle a bit of mozzarella and parmesan cheeses over it.&nbsp; It goes back into the oven, and then I focus on the vegetables.&nbsp; Unfortunately I was unable to find anything for a quick bread, and homemade would have taken too long, so I hope that New Master is pleased with this.<br><br>I still dance around when I work, finally placing the broccoli and corn in serving dishes onto the table.&nbsp; Then I pull out the main dish and serve each of us, though New Master gets more than double what I put on my plate.&nbsp; I pour us both some lemonade from the fridge and go off to find my master again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 05:10:07</strong>
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				I didn't go far I watched from the dinning area. Something about a curvy young lady in panties and a tee-shirt dancing around was... captivating, I watched the little ringlets of reddish-blond hair dance with her. Maybe she didn't realize it but she was dancing with no sense of real time and place so she was really showing off her butt among other features. I felt a little embarrassed it was a little weird to watch a half naked woman dance in my kitchen but I couldn't look away. <br><br>The way her hips swayed made him feel well turned on. Should I feel this way? I don't know. It's so strange, I like Persephone... but what was this? She was a drop-dead gorgeous woman and she seemed attached to me. Well I wouldn't use that to just get her to do something I know she would do just because I asked. That wasn't who I am.<br><br>It took a long while to cook the chicken and I got to see a lot more of her strangely sexy dance. She came to find me and found me watching her, "Done?" I ask and she nods, I let her serve me and herself, "Go on and sit here with me." I tell her gesturing to the empty chair at the table. I took a bite of the food and vegetables and it was the best food I'd had in God knows how long. "This is perfect." I tell her talking a sip of water to clear my throat. "You're fantastic." I added not mentioning that I saw her dance. There wouldn't be a lot of dinner time chat so I focused on the eating of the dish. I asked her some yes or no questions like: if she could read, to point out her favorite color, if she could cook seafood. I finished the food and put my plate in the sink. I waited for her to finish before I talked to her again, "Time for bed I guess." I let her use the houses only bath first to brush her teeth and hair. <br><br>When she was all done I help her down the stairs again. She probably didn't need help anymore she'd danced but I looked for excuses to be near her. He felt a little unneeded, I was having a hard time fitting into my new master role. I help her into bed. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted her to make me stay. I settled for turning out the lights and got up to leave, trying not to look back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 05:29:13</strong>
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				When I see New Master looking up at me from a his chair, my eyes soften.&nbsp; I feel that thing again, at the corner of my lips and in my cheeks.&nbsp; Why New Master makes me so happy I have no idea.&nbsp; But he does.&nbsp; I lead him to the table, and start to kneel down beside him to eat on the floor, but he tells me to take the chair, so I do.&nbsp; I am a good girl.<br><br>I am so happy that New Master likes my food!&nbsp; I eat quickly so that I can wash the dishes, but I answer each of his questions.&nbsp; I tilt my head from side to side to indicate I can kind of read but not really well.&nbsp; I point to a deep purple flower in the arrangment I'd placed on the table for my favorite color.&nbsp; I nod that I can cook seafood, but I have no way of telling him I don't like to eat it, not that it matters.&nbsp; It isn't my favorite, but it's okay.<br><br>I do not like to hear that it is bedtime.&nbsp; I want more time with New Master.&nbsp; But I have no way of asking for it and couldn't do that anyway even though I have a feeling that it would take something a lot worse than that to anger him.&nbsp; Before he finishes eating, I hurry up and wash the dishes, and then I go get ready for bed.&nbsp; I don't have a toothbrush of my own, so I have to go find him holding his own tooth brush to ask if I should use it or do something else.&nbsp; Afterwards I brush my strawberry-blonde curls and even make certain I still smell good.&nbsp; Thankfully I do.&nbsp; For some reason I always smell sweet unless I get really dirty or don't shower for several days.&nbsp; Old Master knew how much I like to be clean, so sometimes no bathing was a punishment for me.&nbsp; I always felt so...dirty...<br><br>When we are both ready, New Master helps me downstairs even though I really don't need him to.&nbsp; I want him, too, though.&nbsp; I am so glad that he does.&nbsp; He helps me into bed, and I wish that he would tuck me in.&nbsp; That he would stay with me at least until I fell asleep.&nbsp; When the lights go out and he stands up and walks away from me, I cannot seem to stop the soft gasp that comes from my underworked throat.&nbsp; I am scared of the dark, and down here in the sub-basement there is hardly any light coming in from windows.&nbsp; I can't see anything, and I start to panic, shivering uncontrollably.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 06:00:42</strong>
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				I heard the gasp and turn around. I click the light back on and look at her in her new bed. "Oh, did your old master make you scared of the dark?" I ask sitting on the edge of the bed. "Don't worry there's nothing that can hurt you here." I saw that this wouldn't sooth her fear so I pulled the covers up around her. I couldn't help but think of her dance in the kitchen and the way she made me happy I smiled broadly, "I could stay with you tonight, if you would share your new bed."<br><br>I didn't mind but I honestly didn't know what to expect. I mean she had to know what went on between masters and their slaves in the bedroom she had some sense of the real world. I fully expected her to reject the idea with a polite little nod then I would turn on the light in the laundry room and crack the door and let her fall asleep before going back up to my bed. It had only been a day after all she wouldn't be trusting enough of me even if she seemed happy that I was her master.<br><br>I wanted to be wrong so badly. I wanted to crawl in her bed and comfort her. Get her used to the dark to show it was just there not some kind of evil. That night could be warm and inviting. I was fully prepared for her polite little gesture of rejection and to go back up to my own bedroom. I was willing to take it slow. I squeezed her hand to show she could make a choice. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 06:19:20</strong>
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				I nod rapidly, telling New Master that Old Master made me very, very afraid of the dark.&nbsp; Another of my punishments was to be locked into a closet in the basement without any light, any food, anything at all.&nbsp; For days on end.&nbsp; Sometimes he would send a combination of nauseating chemicals or smoke through a small ventilation tube he'd had put in.&nbsp; It was terrible, and I was still scared even though I somehow felt that New Master would never ever do such a thing to me or even to anyone.<br><br>He offers to stay with me, and I all but jump at the chance.&nbsp; Old Master never used me sexually, so the thought never entered my mind that New Master might be worried about that or even want that with me.&nbsp; I am a bit of an oddity, knowing that on one hand some people seem to want me but knowing on the other that my master does not.&nbsp; Unknowingly I transfer that trait of Old Master to New Master, especially as New Master hasn't shown any blatant interest in me in that way.<br><br>Quickly I scoot back so that New Master can climb in beside me.&nbsp; I might be tall, but I'm plently slender despite my curves.&nbsp; We can easily fit, and I won't be alone if he stays with me.&nbsp; I lift up the comforter for him, pulling it down and back without realizing that his t-shirt I'm wearing has ridden up past my hips, letting him see the panties I'm borrowing from an ex-lover of his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 14:39:52</strong>
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				I crawl in the bed it's big enough for two people to fit comfortably, I slipped under her comforters and sheets and I told her it was okay if she wanted to sleep against&nbsp; me. I realize that I'm just doing it so a pretty woman will cuddle against me, and I found it harder and harder not to use my new position as master to take what I think I want from her. I decided quickly that if anything intimate was going to go on between us I would have to be subtle. I saw her panties when I climbed in earlier and to say she had been drop-dead gorgeous was a gross understatement. <br><br>I cuddled against her backside and wrapped an arm tenderly around her waist my hand resting on her firm, slender stomach. I decided to let her know that I at least thought about her that way, "I saw you dancing in the kitchen... It was... sexy." how weak was that, at least it was a start. I do not know what I'm thinking something about a little slave girl being companionable or even a little jealous of any regular women getting between her and master. I liked the thought of that: The beautiful silent slave wanting to please her master because she wanted to please him in any way possible. <br><br>It wouldn't happen. I knew that, I wasn't the picture of hunk, but I am in shape, I started working out to deal with the physical demands of residency. Still I wasn't something every girl wanted a piece of. I smiled to myself, it wasn't as if Persephone was going to start doing more little "Sexy" things to get my attention. It was me having a fanciful moment. "I wish I could get you to smile more, Persephone." I say before I drift off to sleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 15:28:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				New Master climbs in beside me, and I sigh softly.&nbsp; I've never had anybody cuddle me before, so I am very surprised at how good it feels.&nbsp; I scoot back against him as soon as he gives me permission until our bodies are pressed tightly together.&nbsp; Why I am so bold as to move so close I have no idea.&nbsp; New Master slips his arm around my waist and places his hand on my stomach, and I shiver, absolutely delighted with the touch.&nbsp; If the t-shirt I wore was just a little bit higher, he'd be touching my bare skin.&nbsp; Just the thought of that makes me shiver again, and I actually cuddle back to him a little closer, wiggling my bottom against the area between his stomach and legs.<br><br>He speaks again and says something that surprises me coming from him.&nbsp; I twist my head around so that I can see New Master's face and point to myself as if asking, 'Me?'&nbsp; Why am I so pleased that he likes my dancing?&nbsp; A soft flush spreads across my high cheekbones, and my green eyes look so hopeful that even I can tell it without even being able to look into them myself.&nbsp; I have no idea why this matters, but it feels like everything in the world hinges upon his answer.<br><br>I place my hand on top of his where it rests against my tight stomach and settle down into bed, comfortable and, dare I say it, happy.&nbsp; Before New Master falls asleep, he tells me something that absolutely shocks me to my very core.&nbsp; He had noticed.&nbsp; And he wishes not only that I would smile more, but that <em>he</em> can get me to smile more.&nbsp; Unfortunately New Master was asleep before my he could see that I came as close to smiling as I could get just now.&nbsp; I have to learn how to smile for him!&nbsp; I want to.&nbsp; I will practice it all the time until I can.&nbsp; As I think about how to learn how to smile, cuddling as close as possible with New Master, I slowly drift off to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 15:50:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I did not dream, it felt good to be needed I guess. I woke when the first rays of light peeked through the basement window. I saw that green eyes was still there in the morning, or should I say Persephone. I wiggle a bit getting my arms free from my new slave. My pretty, soft, sweet-smelling slave who was inches from me. I saw the swell of her curves under the blanket and my mind moved to more intimate things. I really should stop. I liked having her there though. <br><br>I gently remove myself from her bed and brush a curl of hair that managed to find it's way to her lips. I kiss her full, plump lips. I can't resist. Deciding I need a shower, maybe a cold one I stand and stretch and leave her room. Hoping she wouldn't get panicky, she probably thought her life would go away if I wasn't there. I walk to the bathroom upstairs in the hall and start running a shower, I never lock the door because no one's ever here. I stripped and stepped into the shower. I don't really start to bathe just let the hot water run over my body.<br><br>I wonder what I would do with Persephone. I had never been a master and I was finding it a little hard to think through. What could I do to make her smile. Maybe I could take her for a walk in her new clothes or something. That sounded like a good idea to me. I spend a few more minutes in the shower just thinking. Forgetting why I was there. I was kind of tired still...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 16:14:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In my dream, New Master reaches out for me and brushes his fingers across my lips just before leaning in and kissing me tenderly.&nbsp; Something happens deep inside my stomach and within my chest, but just as I am about to kiss him back, he pulls away and disappears.&nbsp; I start to stir fitfully when he's gone, not even realizing that he really had left and was no longer sleeping beside me.&nbsp; But soon I have worked myself up so much that I sit upright with a gasp, my heart pounding in my chest, my breathing ragged, my eyes popping open as I frantically look for New Master.<br><br>He's not here.&nbsp; Where is he?&nbsp; I panic, jumping off the bed.&nbsp; I am tangled in the blankets, and I cannot get free, so I fall forward, banging my knee and a wrist hard on the floor.&nbsp; I twist to sit on my bottom, using my hand to get myself free since the wrist that I hit on the floor doesn't want to work right at the moment.&nbsp; I ignore the pains shooting up my arm, just glad that my knee wasn't so hurt I couldn't walk.&nbsp; Or so I hoped.<br><br>Finally I am free, and I turn again, hopping up to run up the stairs.&nbsp; My knee is pretty okay.&nbsp; It's sore, but I can run.&nbsp; I want to call for New Master, but I can't.&nbsp; He's not in his chair, not in the kitchen.&nbsp; I start down the hall, thinking he didn't want to sleep with me and so had gone to his own bed when I hear the shower running.&nbsp; I breathe a sigh of relief and without even thinking of the punishment I was sure to receive, I burst into the room with tears on my cheeks, so grateful New Master hadn't left me.&nbsp; Cradling my wrist in my other hand, I drop to my knees by the shower and lower my eyes, my shoulders gently trembling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 16:28:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I jump when she bursts into the bathroom and probably got a good eyeful, it was just a clear, fogged shower curtain. She looks like she got the daylights out of her. I quickly turn the shower off and grab a towel from the bars beside the towel. "Persephone, what's wrong. I'm soaking wet when I kneel beside her. I look at her wrist and her knee. They stick out because of the red they'd flushed, "Did you trip?" I ask holding her wrist to make sure its not broken. Her knee looked fine. <br><br>"Well as long as you're here." I hold her toned thigh in my hands and undo her bandage. It was clean. The wound was all healed up, there was just a thin line where the wound had been. "Looks good," I take her wrist in my hand hand and kiss it, "All better." I was starting to get cold from being wet. "Do you want me to run a bath for you?" I ask after a while. I doubted that she would want me to stay while she bathed. I would just take my shower later.<br><br>I look into her green eyes and move some strawberry-yellow tangle from her eyes, "I'm not going to leave you." I tell her, "What can I do to prove that to you?" I know she can't answer it was really a rhetorical question. "I like having you around, I want you around." I tell her sincerely. I didn't know why but it was all true. Maybe I'd just fallen for those big, green, puppy-dog eyes of hers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 16:44:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He kneels down beside me, and I feel like everything will be all right.&nbsp; Especially when he isn't angry but is instead concerned me.&nbsp; I sit down on my bottom as New Master checks my knee and removes my bandage, gently holding my wrist in his hand.&nbsp; It's probably just sprained, but I am thankful he's being careful with it just in case.<br><br>I nod, telling him that I tripped, my face flushing a little when I remember my panic when he wasn't there when I woke up.&nbsp; In a way it's a good thing that I can't speak because now I don't have to tell him how silly I acted.&nbsp; A bath sounds nice, but I don't really want him to leave me alone in there.&nbsp; Water was something else I had to be afraid of.&nbsp; Old Master liked to almost drown me for punishment.&nbsp; But there is still something so wonderful about a warm bath.&nbsp; I pointed to me and to New Master and to the tub with a questioning look on my face.&nbsp; Even though we were both tall, we were both thin.&nbsp; We could fit.<br><br>When New Master brushes my hair out of my eyes, the expression on my face softens, and I lift my good hand, placing it around his as it touches me.&nbsp; I squeeze gently.&nbsp; It isn't his fault that I am so afraid something's going to happen.&nbsp; For nearly two decades I've had it conditioned into me that I could be abandoned at any moment should I misbehave one too many times or in too bad a way.&nbsp; And then it had even happened to me, I had been beat up and left for dead in an alleyway.&nbsp; And New Master was so nice, so sweet, so wonderful...&nbsp; I felt as if I would die if he left me.&nbsp; My deep green eyes slowly blink closed and open again as I stare at him, willing him to understand that it's not his fault, that I need him and that is why I act this way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 16:58:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I blush when she points to both of us and the tub. "Together," I stammer and stutter but I look in her green eyes and turn the faucet back on letting the water run a little on the hot side. What did it matter? She'd probably seen everything anyways, and this is kind of thing I was fantasizing about last night. The bath fill quickly and I step in. It's not that hot. Helping her stand up I let her shed the two articles of clothing she'd been wearing. I'd already seen her naked but when it came to shedding my towel I hesitate. <br><br>Eventually I man up and drop the towel, glad and sad that she can't laugh. I sat down and helped her over the tub telling her to sit in front of me. She could lean back between my legs. I couldn't stop the feelings and I felt my member twitch with excitement at bathing with a pretty girl. I was a little embarrassed and flushed red. <br><br>I let her back against me and grab the washcloth and soap. I lather up the cloth and wash her back. I try so hard to keep my hands to myself but I like Persephone. I have feelings for her, intimate feelings and I want to share them. Not use her but share. I like looking out for her and making sure she's happy and she reciprocates that onto me sweetly. "Feel better?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 17:14:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod eagerly.&nbsp; Together, yes.&nbsp; I so badly want to smile when New Master simply reaches back and turns on the water.&nbsp; He will take a bath with me!&nbsp; I am so excited.&nbsp; Soon he is undressing me, and I shiver with delight.&nbsp; There is something so...luxurious about him pulling down my panties and slipping the t-shirt off my head.&nbsp; I love it.<br><br>When he drops the towel around his waist, I barely even noticed so focused am I on his eyes.&nbsp; I find myself wondering what cuddling with him would be life if we were both dressed like this instead of dressed like we were last night...<br><br>New Master helps me into the tub in front of him, and I scoot back so that my bottom is pressed tightly between his legs.&nbsp; I sigh.&nbsp; It feels wonderful.&nbsp; The water...&nbsp; Him...&nbsp; He washes my back, and I sigh again, loving every minute of this.&nbsp; If this is what life could be like, why hadn't Old Master left me for New Master years ago?&nbsp; When he asks me if I feel better, I nod and lay back against his chest.&nbsp; I place my head on his shoulder and turn my head to look at him.&nbsp; There is an adoring look in my eyes as I watch him, wanting to smile up at him.&nbsp; This all feels...so right.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 17:26:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I washed over her shoulders and over her front. My hand grazes her breasts and I withdraw it quickly blushing. I hadn't been thinking properly, I just don't want to take advantage of her faith in me. Maybe this was too much too fast. They way she looked at me made me feel so happy. I want her to be my slave. I'm a little jealous. I never wanted a slave and I sure as hell could have never afforded one. But I wanted Persephone, and I wanted her... I shook mysaid.<br><br>I need to take it slowly. She was vulnerable&nbsp; and I was confused as how to proceed. "I'm going to kiss you..." I whisper, the warm water her backside presses against me I cant resist any longer. I needed it. I lean forward and gently kissed her lips. It was a little awkward but I gave her a slow long kiss. Hoping she would be repulsed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 17:33:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It feels very good for New Master to wash my shoulders and down my body, not at all like Old Master's rough hands and jerky movements when he would try to use bathtime to embarrass me.&nbsp; New Master is so sweet, and I love him touching me.&nbsp; It is incredibly nice of him to be so careful around my breasts though how he knows they're so sensitive to touch is beyond me.&nbsp; Surely he likes them.&nbsp; All men like breasts, don't they?&nbsp; So he has to want to touch them, that only makes sense.&nbsp; Yet still he's careful with me.&nbsp; Like I said, he's so sweet.<br><br>I am so happy to belong to New Master.&nbsp; So happy.&nbsp; He looks at me, he whispers that he's going to kiss me, and I suddenly realize that I long for that very thing.&nbsp; New Master's lips pressed to mine, and a soft sound that would have been a whimper had my vocal cords not been cut escapes my lips.&nbsp; It was instead just a soft releasing of air.&nbsp; My lips soften against his, and one of my hands very tentatively rises, my fingers lightly splaying on his jaw as he kisses me and as I return the kiss.&nbsp; I do not pull away first.&nbsp; I won't.&nbsp; I don't want to.&nbsp; I want this kiss to go on forever.&nbsp; And then some.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 21:25:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I break off the kiss after a long time. She didn't shy away but I did not know whether or not she actually enjoys it or if she was just doing it to be a good slave. I don't want to ask her and ruin the moment. I busy myself washing her less intimate parts. I still don't feel right touching her more sensual parts. I like them of course but she hasn't given me any kind of cues and a kiss was innocent enough. I still do not catch her smiling. I put some shampoo in my hands and run it in her hair making sure to keep it out of her eyes.<br><br>I rinsed her hair out and it looked good, even plastered to her skull. I was trying to ignore my obvious arousal. I was a little embarrassed of it. Should I find her sexually attractive. Especially knowing that she would do whatever he asked. I lean back against the wall of the bathroom and let Persephone lean against me. I washed my own hair. I remind myself to buy some more feminine soaps for her. Along with a toothbrush. <br>Not that she didn't smell nice with Head and Shoulders. I figure she would enjoy the others more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 00:51:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It is with great regret on my part that New Master ends the kiss.&nbsp; It had been heavenly while I lasted, and even after he pulls away I can still taste him on my lips.&nbsp; He can't see it from the way we're laying, but there is a major breakthrough.&nbsp; One side of my lips actually jerks up just a little bit into a tiny half smile.&nbsp; It is better than nothing, but I don't know that New Master can't see.&nbsp; I must admit I am a little disappointed when doesn't kiss me again.&nbsp; How can I get him to want to do that once more?<br><br>New Master finishes washing me, and I love every minute of it even thugh I would still rather him be kissing me.&nbsp; Or washing me while he kisses me.&nbsp; While New Master washes his hair, I lean away and twist a little to look at him, letting my legs hang out over the tub, sitting sideways.&nbsp; But the moment he's finished, I turn back around to lean back against him again.&nbsp; It feels perfect.<br><br>I cuddle back against New Master and sigh softly.&nbsp; Happily.&nbsp; Today is a very good day so far.&nbsp; Almost perfect.&nbsp; Maybe New Master will even take me back to bed for more cuddles and a nap pressed against him, wrapped up in one of his arms.&nbsp; That would be so wonderful.&nbsp; Or maybe he will have me make breakfast for him and the two of us can eat together as we did last night.&nbsp; Any number of things would make me happy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 05:22:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I rinse my hair out and she moves so I can dip my head under more easily. I try hard to cover my erection casually. I didn't want to shock her. Something about my slave made her seem purer. I'm a little ashamed of my sexual arousal. It seems wrong. I finish rinsing my body off and her's as well. Standing up I sit on the edge of the tub and dry my body with the towel I was going to use for my shower. I stood and wrapped it around my waste.<br><br>I help her out and get the drain, then hand her a towel. "Would you like to go make some breakfast?" I ask her gently knowing she likes to cook. I want to make her feel useful. She seemed to need that. I forget to tell her that most of her clothes were ready and even though I bought them for her she might forget and think they aren't for her.<br><br>I stand up give her a little pick on the side of her mouth and for some reason I plant another little peck on her nose. I leave the room to go change. I slip on a black tee-shirt and jeans and walk out soon after to go find my little slave. Wondering what she's up to now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 05:34:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I wish the bath wasn't over, but it is.&nbsp; New Master dries off and then hands me a towel.&nbsp; I take it, dry my long hair a little and then dry my body by patting it gently.&nbsp; It helps to keep my skin smoother if the droplets either dry naturally or are patted in rather than rubbed.&nbsp; All ready, I nod and rush to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast.&nbsp; I do forget all about clothes in my haste to prepare something wonderful for him.<br><br>Dressed in only my towel, my damp hair clinging to my shoulders, I start a ham, bacon and cheese omelet.&nbsp; I chop up some vegetables New Master has in the fridge and add them as well.&nbsp; It is a large one, too big for him to eat, but I can finish off the rest.&nbsp; As I watch it cook in the skillet, I wish my wrist would stop hurting, but that doesn't stop me from dancing a little.&nbsp; I can't go too far for eggs are very sensitive to heat, but my hips wiggle along with the music I can hear in my head.&nbsp; It's a song I haven't heard in a very long time, but one that I've always liked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 05:45:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm reading a paper from yesterday, it's a bad habit of mine I get caught up doing the crossword that I forget to read it so I'm always playing catchup with yesterday's news. I look up to find the delicious smell of eggs cooking. I love eggs. I could eat them with every meal and I tend to be better at breakfast so eggs are quite regular. I notice the long-limed angel flaunting her curves to some invisible music.<br><br>I stand there mouth agape and can only think of the progression that was evident. Nest time she cooked she'd probably be naked... I look at her damp curls falling down her back and over her shoulders. God she was pretty, I finally remember wh y I'm there and close my mouth, "Persephone, we'll eat out in the living room." I say it a little on the loud side she seems in her own world. I flop on the couch and turn on the T.V. they're doing weather for New Chicago.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 06:00:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I hear New Master speak to me and whirl around so that I can wave an acknowledgment as I rightfully guess he's in his chair.&nbsp; Then I turn back to cooking.&nbsp; When it is finished, I turn off the heat and slip the omelet from the skillet to a plate.&nbsp; On another plate I place some napkins, two glasses of orange juice, and two forks, and then I carry one plate in each hand over to the couch.<br><br>Carefully I place the plate with the juices and other things on it on the table beside New Master, and then I curl up beside him with my legs tucked beneath me and show him the plate.&nbsp; I hope he likes omelets!&nbsp; I am a little nervous as I watch him and wait for his approval, nervously licking my lips as I gaze at him with hopeful eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 06:11:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I look up and take the plate and put the glass on the end table. Sitting up to make room for her I cut the first bite from the omelet. It's hot and gooey inside just the way I like it and I pop the bite in my mouth. It's the best omelet I've ever had. I make sure to tell her so. I could tell I was going to enjoy having her cooking in the days to come.<br><br>I took a sip of orange juice and let her cuddle up closer. Even though she's in a damp towel... that clings to her every curve. I take another bite trying to distract myself. I just don't know what to really do with her. She seems eager to make me happy and I want her to feel comfortable. I'm not even sure why I kiss her. "Persephone, did you-- did you like it when I kissed you..." I let my voice trail off. I don't want to add, 'or were you just putting up with it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 06:20:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When I see that New Master likes the breakfast I made for him, I am so relieved!&nbsp; I settle down beside him, rather close to his side, too close probably.&nbsp; But I love his warmth and nearness.&nbsp; It makes me feel so good.&nbsp; I eagerly watch him eat, ready to dart up at a moment's notice if I've forgotten anything or if he decides he wants water instead of juice.<br><br>I don't even notice I'm only in a towel, nor do I notice that as I shift and cuddle it starts to come loose where I've got one corner tucked down into the rest of it around the swell of my full breasts.&nbsp; New Master calls me by my name, and I am glad.&nbsp; I look into his eyes, a little startled and confused by the question.&nbsp; Of course I liked it!&nbsp; I want to tell him so with a firm, forceful voice, but of course I can't.&nbsp; I can, however, and do, eagerly nod my head.&nbsp; I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but I like it so much that I try to get him to do it again by lifting a finger to his lips, pressing lightly, and then putting the finger on my lips, also pressing lightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 06:37:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her little miming makes me laugh and smile. I'm so full of mirth I have to put the plate down till I can regain my composure, "I--I'm not laughing at you." I chuckle again smiling broadly, "But you could have just kissed me, you can do that anytime you want, how's that?" I ask picking my plate back up now that my laughter has subsided completely.<br><br>She was such a sweet girl. It was hard to ingrain in her a sense of freedom. Her old master must have been a real bastard. She must have never smiled for him. She didn't smile for me but I was sure I was breaking down and getting there. I finish the omelet quickly nothing is nastier than cold eggs, and it was so tasty. "I want you to be comfortable, if you want to hug go ahead, if you're scared come to me." I tell her, "I am your master. That's what I want to do." I can't believe it. I would never have thought I would have been saying this two days ago, "Are you warm? It's not too cold. This house can get drafty."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 06:47:00</strong>
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				I love it that New Master laughs.&nbsp; It is a wonderful sound, and it fills me with gladness.&nbsp; I am so happy at that, that I nearly miss what he tells me, that I can kiss him anytime.&nbsp; It won't come to me until a little bit later...<br><br>Watching New Master enjoy his food also makes me happy.&nbsp; I am so pleased that he likes what I fixed him.&nbsp; He starts to speak again, so my gaze is drawn from where his lips open to accept a forkful of food to his eyes.&nbsp; He gives me permission to hug him, to go to him whenever I'm scared.&nbsp; He asks me if I'm warm, and I'm not sure.&nbsp; I think I am cold in reality, but inside I feel so warm.&nbsp; And then I remember.&nbsp; I can kiss him.&nbsp; So I forget to answer his question as I cuddle closer and place a very soft kiss on his cheek.&nbsp; I am tentative, making certain it is accepted.&nbsp; And I shiver.&nbsp; Oh how I shiver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 07:01:06</strong>
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				I put my empty plate and glass aside so I can turn to receive her cuddly advance. I accept the sweet little peck and put my nose to her hair and smell her hair. I give her earlobe a kiss because it's really closer I end up giving it a little nibble out of instinct. I wonder what she thinks of me knowing she would never be able to voice it. I play with her hair absentmindedly. How could I phrase it, I didn't know. The question was too complex to mime. She would just have to learn to write. <br><br>"If you want to see if you can read some of my books just go on ahead. I'll try and help where I can. You're going to be straightening them up anyways." I had many, many books. I think I even had an old book of children books because I never thrown anything out. The joke I had for my sub basement was that it was my library. <br><br>I don't know what I kept expecting. Maybe it was a smile maybe it was her wanting to give herself up to me. I drove the latter from my mind. I'm dead-set against using her like that, and know all too well she would do it in half a blink. "What do you want to do today?" I ask. That should be simple. Actions were easier to mime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 07:12:44</strong>
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				I stay cuddled up to New Master as he cuddles me in return.&nbsp; I've never known such contentment and happiness before.&nbsp; The nibble on my ear makes me tremble.&nbsp; It feels so...good.&nbsp; I love it when New Master plays with my hair.&nbsp; That feels equally good.<br><br>He offers me the use of his books, and I look up at him with excitement in my eyes.&nbsp; I can practice my reading that way.&nbsp; I love reading, and I love learning new things.&nbsp; I hope to get much better at reading, and maybe New Master would even help me learn to write some.<br><br>I cuddle up close again, and New Master asks me what I want to do.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; I get to pick what to do?&nbsp; I am startled.&nbsp; After a moment's thought, I remember what I'd wanted earlier that day.&nbsp; To cuddle up in bed.&nbsp; But now my idea is even better.&nbsp; I hold out both of my hands, palms together, and then I open them up at the top, keeping the bottom parts together like a hinge, like the spine of a book.&nbsp; Then I point to New Master, and I point to me.&nbsp; But that's not all.&nbsp; I look up for a moment, thinking, and then I fold my hands together beneath my cheek, tilting my head to rest upon them and closing my eyes.&nbsp; I want to read books in bed together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 07:28:49</strong>
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				"Mmm." I say thinking it over, then I get it, "Alright, You go and put some underwear on or something and I'll meet you at your bed." I smile. I want to pick out something nice to read to her, but not overly simple. Not something she could read on her own. Something that would be a long read. Classics were always good. I grab my copy of <em>The Once and Future King</em>.<br><br>I moved the glasses and plates to the sink. I yawn, a little sleepy but that's alright. She wants me to read for her, I would love to do that because I would have to go to med school tomorrow and leave her alone. So I didn't want to pass up this chance to be with her. <br><br>I enter open the door to the sub basement and forget that it is her room. I'm just not used to her yet and I enter without any announcement something she was used to but I certainly wasn't and her state of dress always seemed risque in the two days... more or less... "I found the book." I start looking up to see where she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 07:34:30</strong>
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				Nodding eagerly, I hop up off the couch, nearly losing my towel in the process.&nbsp; I grab it and rush down the stairs, my leg feeling nearly perfect again.&nbsp; Once there, I pick out a pretty pair of pink panties just for me.&nbsp; I like them and think they actually will go well with my reddish blonde hair.&nbsp; I place them on the bed and take off my towel.&nbsp; Before I lay it down somewhere, I figure it would be good to dry my hair a little more so that I don't get the pillows wet.<br><br>I am facing the bed when I hear New Master come down the stairs.&nbsp; He talks.&nbsp; I love his voice.&nbsp; I nearly smile.&nbsp; I'm getting so close.&nbsp; By the time he was in the room from me, looking up at me, I started to turn around.&nbsp; I didn't know it, but I was giving him one heck of a look at my tall, slender frame.&nbsp; My full, firm, rounded bottom.&nbsp; My slender tummy, perfectly proportioned hips, and finally my large breasts.&nbsp; He'd seen it all before, of course, but this time I had my arms up to my hair, and I was standing there looking like a present just for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 14:11:10</strong>
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				I stared mouth wide open, she's tottaly naked and I-- I knew it was probably going to happen. Not that I was opposed to a pretty girl being naked all the time in my house but I felt like I should have been. Part of me wanted her to do this kind of thing, and admittedly large part, "You can stay like that if you want." I say with the slightest hint of playful sarcasm. Probably not enough sarcasm. I decided to occupy my time by lying down on her bed waiting for her to dress. I notice the panties and move them before sitting down I toss them to her.<br><br>I try not to blush, and I don't want to seem like a high school heartsick kid but she is the most gorgeous woman I've ever known. I suppose it's common practice that the pretty ones become slaves. The problem is that I don't know how to tell her without sounding heartsick. How do you say, 'Persephone, your gorgeous and I have very adult feelings for you.' yep totally pathetic. Now I know why some masters don't seem nice, some really aren't, but some tried to save face too much.<br><br>I decided to shut my thoughts up and prepare to read the book to her. She had to be done doing whatever I left her to do? I didn't know I looked up to see if she was still hopefully unaware of what she did to me. Though the idea of having a slave flirt with me constantly had its appeal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 14:20:22</strong>
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				I am so happy to see New Master, even though it has only been minutes at that since I've seen him last, that joy pops into my eyes.&nbsp; He tosses me my panties, and I put one leg through one side and the other through the other before climbing into bed over him, my breasts hanging down and brushing right over his crotch.&nbsp; Oh my.&nbsp; That makes me shiver something awful only it's very, very wonderful.&nbsp; My nipples firm up in a way they normally only do when I'm cold, and I am surprised.&nbsp; I don't mind except that they now ache slightly.<br><br>Cuddling up against New Master, I do not bother with slipping beneath the covers.&nbsp; Cuddling with him makes me warm anyway, and the sub-basement we're in seems to be the warmest room in the house besides the kitchen and bathroom.&nbsp; New Master looks at me with a questioning expression, but I don't know what it is he's asking.&nbsp; I slip my arm around his waist and place my head on his shoulder so that he can read to me.&nbsp; I sigh softly, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder through his shirt.&nbsp; I am so happy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 19:31:23</strong>
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				I can't help but think that her knowledge of all things clothing was limited and unpracticed. The way she only walks around in panties or less obviously makes me feel... good, very good. An idea hits me as I make a few mental changes to the Legend of King Arthur. Something maybe she could identify with better.<br><br>"There once was a young lady named Arthuria," I began. "She was a pretty young thing with long red-blond hair and big green eyes. She's an orphan and a quite girl in the land of Britain. There king has died and none of the nobles can decide who should take the throne." I took a breath luckily I knew this one well enough, and if she could maybe have some fun in a world outside of this one I'd be happy to oblige her. "Arthuria doesn't know or even care about this. She's out hunting with her step-brother Kay. Well not so much hunting as retrieving the arrows that her brother shot and, often, missed with."<br><br>I continue, smiling at her, "On a particularly bad shot an arrow flies off into the dark woods," by this time I'd given up the book and was going from memory, "Kay ordered his step-sister, 'Go fetch my arrow, Wart.' he told her," seeing her confusion I elaborate, "They call her Wart because they can't say Art and they don't want to say Arthuria." back to the narrative, "Arthuria silently goes off into the dense, creepy woods and finds the arrow lodged in a tree. Pulling it free she tumbles backwards down a hill through the underbrush and finds herself in a shady clearing. There's a ramshackle hut. Arthuria wonders who lives there. Of all places, and being a curious young lady she goes to investigate. She walks close to the door creeping closer and closer but before she can even reach the handles someone comes from the trees to the left of her."<br><br>I stop to see what she's doing; I had to be dreadfully boring. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 19:50:41</strong>
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				I am spellbound by New Master's story.&nbsp; I do not even look at the book to see if I recognize any words.&nbsp; I am captured by his voice, his lips as they move, his eyes as he thinks, and his story as well.&nbsp; I am very interested in it, and when New Master looks at me, I am eagerly anticipating what is to come next!&nbsp; Is it a bad guy?&nbsp; Somebody good?&nbsp; I cannot wait to find out, and my look turns impatient even when he stops speaking!&nbsp; I realize this suddenly and clap a hand over my mouth despite that no sound had come out.&nbsp; Will he be angry with me for getting antsy?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 20:48:57</strong>
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				"Oh no, no, no." I say quickly moving her hand away from her mouth, "I'm not mad, I was just seeing how you were doing. I can go on and I wanted to make sure I hadn't lulled you to sleep." I hold her hand and I instantly forget about the story, I don't know why I let my hand slip around behind her back, "I... don't... think I could ever be mad at you..." I lean in and kiss her plump, pink lips. I move my head with this kiss its not like the ones I give before. "I love you..." I say without thinking, do I really love her I don't know at this point. It felt right. I'm breathing heavily. Feeling her heartbeat over me. Oh God what am I doing.<br><br>I take her head in my hands and kiss it again moving down to her neck. The comforter falls around my waist. I can see her breasts pushed against my clothed chest. I can't stop myself my hand finds its way to her right breast and I begin to massage it gently, "Do you love master too?" I ask dreamily
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 20:56:49</strong>
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				Filled with relief knowing that New Master isn't mad at me, I listen to his explanation and nod that I understand.&nbsp; He holds my hand, and the tiniest of twitches at the corner of my mouth makes me hopeful that soon I will smile for him.&nbsp; I like him holding my hand.&nbsp; Then he slides a hand around me, and I shiver lightly, hoping that he is going to kiss me again like it looks as if he might.&nbsp; He leans in, and I do too.&nbsp; My lips cling to his as I stare into his eyes, willing him to see how much I like this.&nbsp; He seems to like to reward me, and I want him to know that this would ever be my greatest reward, kisses from him.<br><br>He loves me.&nbsp; He...what?&nbsp; I have to think about that, process the word and the statement.&nbsp; I've never loved anyone before.&nbsp; Anything either for that matter.&nbsp; Old Master never seemed to love anything.&nbsp; Not if the word means what I think it does.&nbsp; I look into New Master's eyes, though, and think of how wonderful he is to me.&nbsp; How happy he makes me feel.&nbsp; And I make a very conscious decision all on my own without even trying to think of pleasing him.&nbsp; I simply answer his question as if I his equal and not his slave.&nbsp; He had asked me if I love him, too.&nbsp; And very slowly my head begins to move.&nbsp; Now both corners of my mouth twitch up into a very small smile as I nod my head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:19:05</strong>
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				I brush a thumb over her small intimate smile and smile back, I love her, I know I do. It takes one look in her big, green eyes and I know I do. She's my sweet little slave with potential and looks and it was my job to protect her. I would always protect her. "Your my slave, Persephone. I'm going to take care of you." I assure her. I forget completely about the story I was supposed to be telling her. "I want you to be happy, and-- and well fed, and not afraid to just fall into my arms." I was spilling all my romantic notions at her and it sounded pathetic. To me at least I don't know what the goddess lying next to me thinks of her master. <br><br>I have a question for her and I try to think of a way to make it a yes or no form but fail, "If I could give you one thing, not learning to write, not anything I've given you before. Not kisses or stories or your bed, what would you want?" I want to know what would make my slave happy. I don't think I can stand the fact that men hurt angels like mine. It had to be the eyes. I can't ever remember just falling head over heels of a girl before. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:50:24</strong>
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				He notices my small, tiny though it is, and I feel my heart pound against my chest.&nbsp; I have made him happy, and that wasn't even my intent.&nbsp; It's a wonderful bonus, though.&nbsp; He reminds me that I'm his slave, and I feel so protected.&nbsp; He tells me he's going to take care of me, and I trust that he will.&nbsp; New Master tells me he wants me to be happy, and I am.&nbsp; Now at the mention of falling into his arms, I do just that!&nbsp; Playfully!&nbsp; My smile still in place, I crawl up a little and kind of toss myself at him.&nbsp; My eyes are full of happiness and even teasing.&nbsp; He's not going to hurt me.&nbsp; He won't be mad at me.&nbsp; I feel so free.&nbsp; Almost like how normal people would feel, I guess.<br><br>New Master's question makes me think.&nbsp; I have a place of my own, a loving master.&nbsp; I have a warm bed with warm covers.&nbsp; I have food and attention.&nbsp; What more could I want?&nbsp; Well...three things, actually.&nbsp; There are three things that I want.&nbsp; One he cannot give me.&nbsp; My voice back.&nbsp; Even as I think it my hand involuntarily goes to my throat and a sad look flits across my face.&nbsp; The second is something I have been given permission for.&nbsp; I lean forward and press my lips softly against his, letting them linger for a moment.&nbsp; And finally...&nbsp; My large, impossibly green eyes stare into his, and I lift one hand.&nbsp; I point to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:00:49</strong>
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				I love the warm little kiss and rub her lip again. I feel so useless when she touches her throat. "I wish I could too." I say softly in her ear. There was nothing that could be done about that. I touch her hand and pull it away, "You speak more with your eyes than most women do with their best singing." I tell her kissing her neck lightly. Her last thing however puts me aback. <br><br>"Me?" I say in slight shock, this is what I wanted after all. Now I didn't know if I was ready for her love. That pure kind of love. I think I know what she wants of me but I decided to make sure, "You want me like men and women want each other?" I say dryly. I'd never been with a woman, I'd been to third base but never got home, and something about her. Oh she looked good in her pink panties. Only in her pink panties. I had to make sure though. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:17:32</strong>
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				I know that Master, not New Master anymore just Master, wishes he could give me my voice back.&nbsp; I see it in his eyes.&nbsp; I know that it's impossible, though.&nbsp; And that's okay.&nbsp; I just...I wish that he could hear what I would sound like had I not been a slave.&nbsp; But then, maybe he wouldn't love me and want me if I wasn't exactly who I was.&nbsp; <br><br>I am all very new to this thing and very young besides, but I know that I adore Master and want to be his forever.&nbsp; His next words surprise me, though.&nbsp; I hadn't thought of that.&nbsp; I knew that some slaves had to do certain things, things I didn't know too much about, to and with their masters, but I'd never had to.&nbsp; My old master had made me watch a few tapes where masters had very forcefully taken their slaves even though the slaves obviously hated it and fought it.&nbsp; But master had also sometimes had me watch slaves service their masters and they had liked it.&nbsp; That was just a few times, though.&nbsp; And, now that I think about it, those slaves that I knew...their masters were kind.&nbsp; I liked their masters, and the slaves liked their masters.&nbsp; So maybe...maybe it was a good thing to do.<br><br>So while that hadn't been what I meant, a look that probably was pretty plain to see on my face, I still think about it and answer his question, albeit shyly.&nbsp; I nod my head.&nbsp; I would be glad to share that with him.&nbsp; I'm certain of that as I think back to the look of pleasure that I had seen on the masters's faces when their slaves had done things to them.&nbsp; In fact...&nbsp; I put a question in my eyes and slid a finger down Master's chest and stomach until it pointed to his...to his...whatever it's called.&nbsp; And then I lifted that finger and pointed to my mouth.&nbsp; This is what I'd seen in person and what I was more than happy to do with Master.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:35:40</strong>
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				I notice the confusion in her eyes and feel stupid because she wasn't thinking that and now I feel like a pervert. I give her cursory glances but I still don't know what I should do, "I know you would be happy to do it." I tell her; her obvious sign language is too easy to misread. "But do you want to do it?" she would do anything for me. That was the way she was wired. She probably had to be abandoned by her old master she wouldn't even leave him unless he made her.<br><br>I don't want to do anything I'll regret so I sit up and turn away from her, "It's not you." I make sure to say, "You're beautiful and sweet." I start but do not finish. I had to seem like such a good master right now. How was I going to take care of her if I can't take care of myself, "You must think I'm the worst master in the world." I say dejectedly. I believed that a master owned as much to his slave as she did in return and I was failing at it I know it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:44:42</strong>
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				Master actually asks me if I want to do what I'd just told him.&nbsp; Without any hesitation, I start to nod.&nbsp; But immediately I sense that something isn't right.&nbsp; He...he doesn't want me to.&nbsp; I am crushed.&nbsp; But it isn't him, it's me.&nbsp; I know it is.&nbsp; And I tell him so the best I can.&nbsp; I slip from the bed and move to kneel beside it, right in front of him, tears clinging to my eyelashes.&nbsp; I shake my head no as I point to him, and then I nod my head yes when I point to me.&nbsp; I wish I could tell him that I was sorry!&nbsp; I don't mean to be bad.&nbsp; I didn't mean to hurt him or make him not want or love me.<br><br>He says that he's the worst master in the world.&nbsp; My eyes grow incredibly wide.&nbsp; If only he knew!&nbsp; Now I emphatically shake my head no.&nbsp; I stand up and point to the bruises fading on my body.&nbsp; I turn around and pull down my panties so he can be reminded especially of the hard bruises on my bottom.&nbsp; I show him the healing gash on my leg.&nbsp; And then I start holding up one finger after another to tell him my old master had done these things to me over and over again, more times than I could count as I ran out of fingers to hold up.<br><br>Finally I burst into tears.&nbsp; I make a strange gasping sound.&nbsp; It would be a sob except that my vocal cords can't help it.&nbsp; I turn and dash up the stairs, feeling so much like a failure.&nbsp; I had only wanted to make him happy, to share something with him that I wanted to do.&nbsp; But somehow I have messed up.&nbsp; I don't know that he is just afraid of me doing something for him and not for me.&nbsp; I still likely would have been hurt, though, just because I'm so sensitive, especially right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 02:39:28</strong>
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				I see her get up and dash after her fits of sobbing. I understood her whole mime. She'd been abused, I didn't know that bad. I manage to catch her before she can get all the way up the five or so stairs. Holding her to me I can't turn her around she's to frantic so I wrap my arms around her and start saying, it's not your fault over and over; you didn't do anything wrong. I walk her back over to the bed and sit her back down, "I'm just... your my only slave ever." I start, "Your special, and I'm not sure. It's so new to me. I'm confused." I hold her her panties having been pulled off I hold her in my lap naked and trembling. "I want to be a good master, a good lover."<br><br>I have an idea, I don't know why I did not think of it before. "I want you to feel what I'm going to feel. Sit right there. I push her from my lap and stand so I can undress. I'm totally naked before her like I was this morning. I sit on the bed, "Lie down." when she complies I place my body over hers the opposite direction to do a sixty-nine. I'm inches above her sex and she's inches below mine, "We'll do it at the same time okay?" I tell her before licking her sex a little roughly. I've never really done this before, but I make sure to support my own weight so I'm not on top of her completely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 04:18:26</strong>
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				At first I start to have a fit, memories rushing back to haunt me as I think that it is my old master that has me and not Master.&nbsp; I am trembling violently, breathing rapidly, my heart races painfully, and I can hear myself making pitiful sounds as I cry.&nbsp; But he takes me back to the bed.&nbsp; To my bed.&nbsp; He holds me, and I feel myself slowly relaxing, remembering that Master won't hurt me.&nbsp; His words that he'd just been saying suddenly fill my mind.&nbsp; He says that it's not my fault.&nbsp; Is that true?&nbsp; Was it my fault that I used to be beaten?&nbsp; Was it my fault that Master didn't want me to please him?&nbsp; I am so confused.<br><br>When he says that he wants to be a good master, I nod that he is.&nbsp; When he says that he wants to be a good lover, I blink slowly at him.&nbsp; I don't know what that means, but I know that whatever it is, he is a good.&nbsp; Or will be.&nbsp; Master gets undressed like me.&nbsp; I've never been ashamed of my naked body.&nbsp; That's just how life as a slave is.&nbsp; I am property.&nbsp; My body isn't mine.&nbsp; And masters like to show off their slaves.&nbsp; But I can see that Master is a little nervous when he is naked.&nbsp; I don't know why he's naked, my only real care is that I'm not sitting up on his lap anymore.<br><br>Master tells me to lie down, and I quickly do so.&nbsp; My cheeks are stained with tears; I can still barely breathe.&nbsp; I don't understand anything except that a part of him, that part, is now above my lips.&nbsp; Can I now?&nbsp; Is that what he's saying?&nbsp; I've never seen a slave do it from this position, but I can easily see how I can.&nbsp; Then suddenly I feel Master's tongue lick me, a little rough, in a place I've never been touched before.&nbsp; In response my hips buck up and I gasp loudly.&nbsp; It hurts and yet feels good.&nbsp; How can that make sense?&nbsp; I feel something deep in my stomach, like someone taking my insides, grabbing them, and twisting them hard.&nbsp; I like it.<br><br>Without another thought I tilt my head back and open my mouth.&nbsp; My tongue slips from between my lips just a tiny bit as I place a warm, moist kiss including my tongue on the end of Master's thing.&nbsp; I gasp again.&nbsp; I like doing that.&nbsp; I do it again and hope that Master likes it as much as I do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 04:33:26</strong>
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				I make sure to pay attention to making sure I'm not to rough and I use my fingers to gently probe her moist core. Experimenting with her, "Feel free to use you imagination..." I moan her licking actually feels good along with the kisses she plants so I decide to try that as well. Planting kisses on her moist core I stick my tongue into the hole and swirl it roughly around inside of her. I like how her hips buck and clench with pleasure. I'm sure she's enjoying it, though I can't here her and all she can probably do is pant anyways. <br><br>I remove my fingers and feel her tight perfect bottom. I want to do things to her. Make love to her. Keep her in bed with me all the time. Though I know that's not possible. I want to feel her have an orgasm. I continue to suck awkwardly on her sex, using my hand to push her but up so I can access the deeper recesses of her moistness. <br><br>I want to feel more of her licks and kisses on me but all I can do is moan. Moan in hot passion. I want to more of her. To explore her more I pull my tongue out and insert my fingers. I want her to feel good. This had to make her feel good. It was obvious she never felt good before and I'm dead-set on making up for him. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 04:41:20</strong>
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				My body starts to tremble again but for a very different reason.&nbsp; It is responding to everything Master does to me.&nbsp; His tongue feels amazing between my legs!&nbsp; My hips keep trying to lift up higher, asking for more.&nbsp; His kisses make my back arch up off the bed.&nbsp; His tongue swirling inside me makes my insides clench again, and I can feel a new warmth and wetness from between my legs.&nbsp; I am getting wet.&nbsp; Very wet.<br><br>Master feels my bottom, and I love it!&nbsp; I gasp again, pressing it against his touch, asking for more once more.&nbsp; This is amazing.&nbsp; I've never seen a master do this to a slave before, and I cannot tell you how glad I am that it's happening to me!&nbsp; I want all of this and more just as often as possible.&nbsp; Forget eating, who needs it?&nbsp; I want this.&nbsp; I <strong>need</strong> this!<br><br>The gentle suckling motion of his mouth has me feeling dizzy and flushed.&nbsp; How much better can it get?&nbsp; Then he shows me.&nbsp; Fingers slip inside my hot, tight channel.&nbsp; I open my mouth and wordlessly scream, my hands lifting to grasp Master's hips, my fingers reflexively squeezing them, the only way I know I can tell how much I want and need this!<br><br>And now I am done with just kisses.&nbsp; I am too far gone to simply kiss him anymore.&nbsp; My mouth already open, I go for it.&nbsp; I lift my head and wrap my lips around his thing.&nbsp; Keeping them tightly around him, I lift my head even higher.&nbsp; It feels like I'm going to gag, but I don't care.&nbsp; I keep going and keep going until I can feel my lips against his body.&nbsp; There is nothing more to take into my mouth, and I have to pull away.&nbsp; All the way.&nbsp; But as soon as I catch my breath, I do it again.&nbsp; And again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 05:20:58</strong>
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				I moan and can't take it anymore. She's sucking on it now and really trying and I can't stand anymore. I playfully fight back hoping to fend off her zealous attack. I lower my hips a little to make it easier on her neck. I spread her sex with my fingers and kiss it again slipping them back inside when I was done kissing it. <br><br>I had to hold her hips down at times she was so sensitive sometimes she would buck violently. I put my mouth to her sex with abandon. Sucking licking and attacking it with my mouth. I kissed the inside of her thigh and felt the muscles clench. My tongue found a little bump, I knew what it was of course, but I couldn't think of it at them moment. <br><br>I felt the muscles in my body clench and I let myself go out of instinct. I hope she comes too. I don't expect it I'm too unskilled I know it I feel my passion flood from my loins into her mouth. I hope she isn't totally shocked but I go back to kissing her sex so she could feel some pleasure and maybe not hate me for being horrid in bed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 05:31:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ohhhhh my...&nbsp; I like the way he's moving as I do this to his thing.&nbsp; I need to ask for a name for it, I distractedly think.&nbsp; I also have no words to describe how it feels when he lowers himself, inadvertantly pushing his thing deep into my mouth.&nbsp; But though it almost makes me gag again, I love it!&nbsp; It makes me feel like he wants to be inside my mouth, like he wants more.&nbsp; And that is amazing and makes me feel so good.<br><br>I can't help but nearly come up off the bed over and over again.&nbsp; I have no control over my body in a way I've never known before.&nbsp; It is almost as if I'm floating above, watching and feeling but unable to make myself do anything.&nbsp; It is truly awe-inspiring.<br><br>Then his tongue ran over a little spot of pure pleasure, and my back arches so high off the bed that my stomach actually pushes up his chest.&nbsp; That's it.&nbsp; Right there.&nbsp; If he does that much more, well, I think I'll burst into flames.&nbsp; I'm already so hot and flushed.<br><br>Something is happening with Master.&nbsp; I feel his body change.&nbsp; His thing change.&nbsp; As it throbs inside me, I begin to feel something very warm splash into the back of my throat.&nbsp; I can't swallow fast enough, so soon I can taste it on my tongue.&nbsp; Very warm.&nbsp; Salty.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; No...delicious.&nbsp; Very.&nbsp; I eagerly swallow every bit that I can, but still some ends up erupting from my mouth to decorate my lips and face.<br><br>When it stops what it's doing, I am able to go back to focusing on what Master is doing to me.&nbsp; I wiggle my hips, encouraging him to find that spot again.&nbsp; Maybe do more than just that even if he can.&nbsp; I'm not sure what's possible really.&nbsp; But I'm not ready for him to stop yet.&nbsp; Oh god, don't let him stop!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 05:49:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I kiss her sex again and my tongue brushes that little erect bump, she nearly comes off the bed, I lick it again and ever so gently touch it with my finger rolling it around and letting her squirm. I notice that I came a while ago. Oh dear, I hope she didn't want this a lot but by the way she was going on that wouldn't be the case. Now that I'm spent I take a moment to reposition myself so I don't have to hold my own weight I crouch in front of her and put my lips around her soaking-wet sex and thrust my tongue right into the center. It's a lot like I imagine wet silk would be.<br><br>I cup her ass with both hands and lift it clear off the bed and let her pu her long legs over my shoulder and cross at the ankles. I feel her clench and squirm and writhe. I wish I know how she feels but all I hear is her pants. She'd better be panting this was a surprising amount of energy. I want her to love me and I try to push her to pleasure. Maybe now she'll smile for me. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 05:59:02</strong>
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				I'm almost to the point of screaming even though I can't.&nbsp; It feels like I'm going to, though.&nbsp; Master pulls from my mouth, and I give it one last lick before I can't reach it anymore.&nbsp; Then he moves between my legs.&nbsp; By now I can feel that the moisture between my legs is dripping down my bottom.&nbsp; He thrusts his tongue into me, and I go wild.&nbsp; My hands seek purchase and finally find the blankets beneath me.&nbsp; I grab them so tight that my fingers turn white.&nbsp; He helps me arrange my body and lifts my bottom, and his tongue is deeper inside me.&nbsp; My breathing is so loud and erratic, my heart pumps so hard and so fast.&nbsp; I can't take it anymore!&nbsp; I can't!&nbsp; The next time Master thrusts his tongue inside my body, I feel the most amazing rush of power throughout me.&nbsp; It looks like fireworks go off in front of my eyes, my breasts seem to pulse and nothing's even happening to them.&nbsp; My entire body shudders like somebody machine is shaking me incredibly hard.&nbsp; Juices flow from my body, soaking the bed below us.&nbsp; And the walls of my swollen canal clench around his tongue, over and over again until I am totally and completely spent.<br><br>I collapse on the bed, my long legs falling on either side of Master.&nbsp; I can't breathe, but I don't even have the strength to panic.&nbsp; I turn pale instead of flushed, but I don't even notice.&nbsp; The lack of breath really doesn't seem to matter to me.&nbsp; My eyes close, and my second true smile decorates my face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 17:06:35</strong>
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				I feel her whole body shake and tremble and her hot nectar overflow. I suck and lap it up eagerly while her muscles relax and I can free myself from her body. I realize just how in-shape she is. A lot more than me. I run my hands up her thighs and pull my body up over hers and kiss her on the lips. Kissing her smile. I pull my hand up and but it on her breast rubbing gently. Our naked bodies are overlaid and I brush some slightly damp hair from her face.<br><br>I kiss her again, staying with her. "Did that feel good?" I ask, knowing the answer, but still I want her to have a voice. I feel her against me her heart beating fast. Oh it was wonderful and I loved every minute of it. "Now do you know I'm never going to be mad at you. Don't be shy about anything. If you need something let me know. Okay?" I tell her looking into her big, deep-jade eyes. <br><br>I roll off her and breathe deeply. "Would you like to make us some lunch?" I say after a while letting the feeling return to my own legs. I sit up and find my pants and underwear slipping them on. I completely forget to tell her to wear clothes. We would have to work on that. I stand up and actually can which is amazing in and of itself. I exit the basement and go to my bedroom to get a book, and head to the living room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 17:13:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod eagerly when Master asks me if it felt good.&nbsp; It had felt so incredibly good.&nbsp; I still felt good even as the last vestiges of pleasure finally wash away.&nbsp; I cuddle up to him until he asks me if I would like to make lunch.&nbsp; I nod again though to be honest I'm not sure I can move.&nbsp; It must be mental, though, because though my legs are just a bit rubbery, I am easily able to move and stand.&nbsp; I follow Master up the stairs, forgetting all about clothes, and went straight to the kitchen.&nbsp; After making two meals here already, I have an idea what Master has available.&nbsp; Since it is just lunch, I don't make anything fancy.&nbsp; Just grilled ham and two cheese sandwiches, a combination of cheddar and monterey jack, along with some canned chicken noodle soup he had.&nbsp; I prefer homemade, but Master doesn't have all the ingredients for that, plus it would take awhile to boil the chicken, let it cool, peel the meat off the bones and so on.&nbsp; <br><br>As I have everytime before now, I play music in my head and dance around the kitchen while I prepare the food.&nbsp; This time it's a very old rock song I 'listen' to, another of my favorites.&nbsp; Once lunch is ready, I place the three thick sandwiches I made, two for him and one for me, on a tray with two bowls of soup and two glasses of tea from the fridge.&nbsp; Adding napkins, spoons, salt and pepper, I take everything out to Master.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 17:35:17</strong>
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				I watch as she walks in with the food. Full hips accented by her narrow waist sway side to side; her breasts fully exposed and I drop my book onto my lap. Maybe she wanted something other than chicken-noodle soup but I realize she's just not used to clothes. Sometimes I wonder why I bought them but she'd get used to it and it was nothing to get mad over. I let her put the tray on the coffee table and I take a sip of tea. I don't know exactly what I want to talk about with her. I'm a little nervous though you think I wouldn't be having done what I just did. <br><br>"Do you like music?" I ask her. I take some chicken soup and eat it. I took a bite of grilled cheese. I normally put mustard on mine, but that's because I cook it too much and it gets dry. Her's is gooey and just perfect. "Can you tell me how you learned to cook so well?" Slave training wasn't a big affair with schools it usually fell upon the first master or a rare door-to-door slave trainers. <br><br>I look at her eating the soup, and sandwich in turns. I'm glad there are two of them because I finish the first all too fast. I wonder what she's thinking right now. A beautiful naked woman eating across the couch from me. I decide to turn on the T.V. I missed some news this morning and hope they do a recap. I'm still looking for her responses. I let her know by putting a hand on her shoulder. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 17:47:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Master looks at me, a pleased expression comes onto my face.&nbsp; He looks happy with what he says.&nbsp; I hope that he is.&nbsp; I like music very much, so I nod eagerly.&nbsp; Once he starts to eat, then I start to eat.&nbsp; I didn't put much soup in my bowl since I'm not a big fan.&nbsp; I eat my sandwhich first while the cheese is still perfectly melted.<br><br>I have to think for a few moments to figure out a way to mime how I learned to cook.&nbsp; When Master touches my shoulder, I realize I still haven't answered.&nbsp; Finally I point to him and then to me, back and forth a couple of times.&nbsp; Then I set down my sandwich and use both hands to pretend like I'm mixing something in a bowl, shaking a skillet on the stove, putting something in the oven.&nbsp; I do that over and over as well.&nbsp; Finally I pretend to hit myself with a closed fist several times.&nbsp; And I wonder if any of this makes any sense at all to him.&nbsp; My old master taught me a few things in the kitchen, but then I practiced over and over again until I got it right and learned even more at the risk of more beatings if I failed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 21:00:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I finish off my soup as she goes into miming another answer. I pay close attention to the motions and when she's finished I have polished off the soup and am eating my second sandwich. I have to take a moment to think over all the motions and combination thereof. "Oh, he beat you. I'm sorry Persephone..." It's not much of a consolation but it's all I can really offer. I finish my food and put the plates and things on the coffee table.<br><br>"I have to go to school tomorrow. I'm going to be leaving you by yourself. If you'd please clean up and have some fun I would appreciate it." If feel sad for having to leave her, "And try to remember some clothes. Underwear at the least." I say fondly. "I'll bring you something when I get back, hows that, and don't try to get me to talk, it's a surprise." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 21:10:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I shrug and shake my head as I point to Master, trying to tell him not to worry about it.&nbsp; Then I make a motion like wiping something off.&nbsp; It's gone now.&nbsp; I don't have to live that life any longer, and I am glad.&nbsp; I look down at the remnants of my fading bruises, and I pretend to wash them away too, and then I act like I'm wrapping everything up and tossing it far away.&nbsp; All gone.&nbsp; Surprisingly, I feel much better after I do that.&nbsp; I don't know if I'll still struggle with my past in the future, I probably will.&nbsp; But I will do my best to remember how lucky I am and that my old life is gone.<br><br>When Master tells me that he has to go to school the next day, I nibble worriedly on my lower lip.&nbsp; But I still nod, trying to be brave.&nbsp; All alone?&nbsp; All day?&nbsp; What if my old master comes back for me?&nbsp; No...that's impossible.&nbsp; "Persephone," I think to myself, "You're being ridiculous.&nbsp; Stop it right now!"&nbsp; I am shocked because I realize that's the first time I actually refer to myself by my new name in my thoughts.&nbsp; Good step.<br><br>Clothes.&nbsp; Oh yes!&nbsp; Clothes!&nbsp; Underwear.&nbsp; Okay.&nbsp; I'm used to wearing nothing or next to nothing, so underwear will work.&nbsp; I will try to remember.&nbsp; I nod my head.&nbsp; A surprise!?&nbsp; For me?&nbsp; I know what a surprise is, or what it can be.&nbsp; It can be good or bad, but knowing Master, it will be good!&nbsp; I get so excited I kind of bounce up on the couch, my legs ending up curled beneath me when I land, closer to Master.&nbsp; I gaze up into his face hopefully, looking like a child on Christmas morning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 21:50:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I laugh lightly as she hears she's getting a surprise. "Uh-uh, I'm not going to budge I say waggling a finger at her. I didn't feel like a bad master much anymore though I have to wonder what my parents would think if they knew I had a slave. I decide that's a pretty far away and I look over at her naked body. Lets get her to dress and then we'd worry about my parents' thoughts.<br><br>I don't know what to do with the rest of the afternoon. I don't want it to end because then I have to go back to school which I'm thankful for, if I hadn't known medicine I probably would have taken her to the hospital and they would have taken her back to the old master and then he'd beat her again, and she might not have been in an alley the next time.<br><br>"So what do you want to do with the rest of the afternoon we have?" I ask her. It's her day. I want to spend it with her. To kind of make up for the scheduling changes that would be taking place, and then our interactions would be limited somewhat. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 22:00:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I pout.&nbsp; I actually pout.&nbsp; Playfully, of course, but I manage it.&nbsp; I even put my hands on my hips and look up at Master with very sad eyes.&nbsp; It's all fake, but I do my best.&nbsp; He doesn't budge, but I hadn't expected him to.&nbsp; I'm having a great time with him.<br><br>We still have more day together left, and Master asks me what I want to do.&nbsp; We didn't read for very long, I pantomime cuddling and reading in bed again, but I also give him a choice.&nbsp; One is dancing.&nbsp; And the other is something I've never gotten to do but have only gotten to watch.&nbsp; My old master used to have me watch video games to study moves in fights, with or without weapons.&nbsp; I was more interested in those than in watching the wrestling matches he also made me watch, so eventually I used the games almost exclusively.&nbsp; I don't know if Master has any video games, but I pretend that I'm holding a controller and pressing all the buttons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 23:25:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm, Go ahead the video games are in your room. All hooked up just put the disc in you want to play and cut the T.V. on. I'll be along in a minute I have to do some small things for school I forgot about. Go have fun." I tell her picking out that mime easier. I get up and take her bowl and things so she can go play. I don't even particularly care that she's naked. It was much too late in the day to get onto her now for it.<br><br>I let her go play while I head to my bedroom so I can get the things done. I had to cite some sources for a paper on the minor application of nano technology. I had the latest game consoles, call it a weakness. I had extensive libraries. I think they were up to Final Fantasy XV, or something. I finish jotting down some notes and answering my email. Then I go see what she's doing. Maybe she'd let me join in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 01:10:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I go downstairs, looking as happy as possible without being able to easily smile.&nbsp; I remember clothes and dutifully put on a pair of panties.&nbsp; And his shirt.&nbsp; The one he first put me in.&nbsp; It smells more like laundry and me now, but still some like him.&nbsp; Just enough that I want to wear it.&nbsp; I find the video game stuff and pick out a game I've never seen played.&nbsp; As I've never done this before, only watched, I take my time learning how to do everything.&nbsp; But soon I'm on my knees in front of the t.v., my legs tucked beneath me as I bounce up and down when I pop out from behind boxes and other obstacles and shoot my opponents.&nbsp; Everytime I drop someone, I make a soft little high-pitched whistle sound of excitement from somewhere in my throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 03:43:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh that's a fun one." I say when I look at what she's chosen, "Mind if I join, it has two players." I don't really wait for her approval it won't hurt anything. I take another of the wireless controllers and take over a computer controlled squadmate and jump behind some boxes and throw back and enemy grenade that nearly too Persephone's avatar out. "That was close." I say. Most games now were very adaptable. More physics the whole shebang. I dive and shoot so I can get a jump on the people that have our characters pinned down, "Having fun?" I ask as I put a round in a guys knee so he falls in front of her fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 03:48:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When I hear Master's voice, I look up happily and scoot over to make room should he choose to sit by me on the floor.&nbsp; Nodding eagerly at his question, it is at that moment that I bag a particularly difficult kill, a far shot right to the top of someone's head.&nbsp; I make that sound again and bounce up on my knees, holding my hands in the air like somebody had scored a touchdown.&nbsp; This is so much fun!&nbsp; When Master asks me about that, I nod emphatically, hair flying all over the place as I have my character dash to the left, tuck into a roll, and come up shooting, taking out several bad guys in the process.&nbsp; I celebrate again, flashing Master an incredible smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 05:09:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My character runs up and throws a grenade into the throngs of enemy troopers. The AI is too smart to sit there and take it but it does flush them out of their cover. My character takes a hit in the process and I have to drop my assault rifle and pull out the characters pistol. I have my avatar stick it up and do blind shots not wanting to expose myself to more fire. I can't help but glance at the sweet slave that's having so much fun. Her cries are unusual and most would probably find them annoying but I think they're cute. I smile and look at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 05:17:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My fun is not short-lived.&nbsp; Surprisingly I am very good at this game, and I enjoy it immensely.&nbsp; Now it wasn't as much fun as what Master and I did on the bed just before lunch...but this was a ton of fun just the same.&nbsp; After clearing that area with my character, I run out to pick up some ammo and then dive behind some crates.&nbsp; More enemies pop up, and I take them down one by one with well-placed single shots.&nbsp; I sense Master looking at me, so I turn to flash him another dazzling smile before my attention is drawn to the game once more by the sound of gunfire I must avoid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 05:24:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I get my character to patch himself up and I pick up a shotgun. Loading it with buck my character pumps rounds into the stone column my adversaries are hiding behind the cement flies away and the body of the person behind it. A rather gutsy enemy jumps over the boxes I'm behind and we grapple. My character fending him off with my shotgun I hit the right button and he takes a hit to the face and my character unloads a shell. It's rated M for a reason I suppose. She seems to be having a ton of fun. She's not really paying attention to me. That's okay she's happy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 05:42:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I happily go on for quite some time, but I'm still a novice.&nbsp; Before a full hour has passed, my character finally dies.&nbsp; I feel like I gave it a good run, though.&nbsp; Instead of starting a new one, I set down my controller and turn to watch Master.&nbsp; I want to know anything and everything about him.&nbsp; I want to see him happy.&nbsp; To see him laugh.&nbsp; I don't think I've seen or heard him laugh.&nbsp; Before long I move to sit behind him, placing one leg on either side of his body.&nbsp; I lean against him and place my cheek on his back, slipping my arms around his waist.&nbsp; It feels so comfortable, and not just physically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 13:57:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's okay," I tell her, "it auto-saves." she puts her arms around me and I do the same. I kiss her lightly, "What do you want to do now we've still got a few hours. I put my hand on her back and slip it down to just above her panties. I wasn't trying to be intimate it just happens. I hold her against me while she comes up with something to do, "Still scared of the dark?" I ask wondering where I would be sleeping tonight. I kiss her. I try to hold off my need to be more with her like before lunch this morning. I suppose I just want her to offer herself to me so I don't feel like I'm taking advantage of her position under me. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 14:14:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I cuddle up close to Master, shivering lightly when he wraps his arms around me.&nbsp; And again, a little more forcefully, when I feel his hand slip down my bottom beneath my panties.&nbsp; I wonder if he's proud of me for remembering clothes and if he understands why I chose his shirt instead of the pretty things he bought me.&nbsp; I think that this is what I'll wear as much as possible, but I do want to try my new clothes, too.<br><br>Nodding my head emphatically to tell Master I am still most definately afraid of the dark, I lift my face to look up at him, and Master kisses me.&nbsp; My tiny little smile returns, I sigh softly, and I return the kiss, pressing my body more tightly against him.&nbsp; The only thing I could think of to do that I wanted at this moment was more of this.&nbsp; More cuddling, more kissing, more being pressed against him, just...more...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 19:17:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm..." I say to no one in particular. I'm preoccupied holding her in my lap. "What do you want?" I ask softly she looks like she wants something more. "Do you like that shirt?" I ask curious. I love the way her figure presses against me. It's curvy and soft but not too soft. Her&nbsp; hair is a soft golden red. "You know, I think you would look cuter if your hair was cut shorter..." I muse to her, "But it's your choice if you like your hair long."<br><br>I touch her nose with my finger. It's hard to pick out what she wants sometimes. Maybe I'm just thick. I don't have a lot of friends. I've got some not a lot. I brush the side of her face with the back of my hand. "Do you feel alright?" I ask I'm checking for post-recovery infection that wound in her leg was nasty and the cloth in it was probably filthy. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 19:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Master asks me what I want.&nbsp; Him, of course.&nbsp; So I simply point to him and give him a soft little kiss and one of those tiny smiles.&nbsp; I nod that I like the shirt.&nbsp; I run my fingers down it to say that it's comfortable, I lift it and smell it then point to him to say that I can smell him on it, and finally I just point to him again and then to me to say that he gave his shirt to me to wear.&nbsp; It's special.<br><br>I've never had my hair short, but it doesn't really matter to me.&nbsp; He's the master.&nbsp; Yet...he's giving me the choice.&nbsp; He is so good to me.&nbsp; I lift it up a little so let him see what it might look like at my shoulders and then again a little higher, letting him see what he likes.<br><br>I smile a little again when he touches my nose.&nbsp; If he keeps this up, I might actually get good at smiling!&nbsp; I feel fine, so I nod again, just happy to be there with him.&nbsp; Very happy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 22:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh," I say at her miming. I decide to hold off on the first part. Knowing full well what she wants. "You can wear that shirt around the house, and only around the house." I say with equal parts humor and sternness. I would be embarrassed to no end if she wore it around the house. As to her second part. "I think the shortest would be cuter. Right around your ears maybe to the jaw?" <br><br>I don't know what I want to do about the sex. I know she wants more and she's more or less doing what I'd wish shed do. She just had to ask. I want her to know she can 'suggest it' at any time but I can't form a way without it being ridiculously awkward. I decide to play the coy master, "I didn't get that first part can you give me a more hands-on example?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 23:25:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am grateful Master will let me keep wearing the shirt.&nbsp; I feel almost like it's mine now, but that's because I want him near me all the time I'm sure.&nbsp; I hold my hair at the length he specifies, pulling the extra behind so he can get a better idea of what it might look like.&nbsp; Shorter would certainly cause me less headaches, that was sure.&nbsp; My hair is awfully heavy.<br><br>Hands on?&nbsp; Well that can only mean one thing, right?&nbsp; I slide both of my hands down his chest to rest right there at the thing I was happily sucking on earlier.&nbsp; I want to do it again.&nbsp; There, that was simple.&nbsp; Hands.&nbsp; On.&nbsp; I even shiver just thinking about it.&nbsp; I really want to please him again.&nbsp; And if Master wanted to please me, too, I certainly wasn't going to complain!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 00:25:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh..." I say when she slides her hand down my pants. My thing instantly begins to harden. I pull her arms and by connection her hands out of my pants, "I get it..." I kiss her on the lips, and pull the shirt over her head. "Don't want to ruin it." I say tossing it over the back of a chair I had for when the couch bed was put in.<br><br>I want to be with her. I kiss her more using my tongue this time. My hands come up to her breasts and I fondle the pert orbs. Feeling the pink nipples slip and peak through my fingers. I put my hand down her panties and find her sex slipping my fingers into her sex. "You want to do adult things?" I say making sure for one last time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 00:40:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When I feel Master start to get hard and thick beneath my hands I gasp and shiver, that little smile appearing again.&nbsp; I return Master's kiss, and then I lift my arms as he slips the shirt off me.&nbsp; I press my body against his, wishing he were similarly disrobed.&nbsp; But my attention is stolen from that thought as not only does Master kiss me again but also starts to play with my breasts.&nbsp; I push them into his hands, my mouth opening in a soundless moan.<br><br>Then his fingers dip inside me like earlier, and both of us can feel that I'm already wet and getting more so by the second.&nbsp; I eagerly nod, guessing this much be an adult thing.&nbsp; I definately want to do this.&nbsp; A whole lot!&nbsp; I tremble against him, wanting more as my tongue slides alongside his, making me feel very, very hot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 02:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I decide to be spontaneous and I pick her up in my arms and dump her playfully on the bed. Her panties lowered because of the brisk nature of the movement and his hand had worked them down. I throw my shirt off and drop my pants and underwear. Moving to the bed I kiss her again and put my waist between her toned, long, luxurious legs. I position my body over her and feel my sex brush against hers. <br><br>I can't stand it any longer and extended foreplay wasn't something I was inexperienced at for sure but I didn't care. I kiss her neck and her breasts and push my member inside her velvet flower. I push it all in entirely too fast, but it wasn't as if she knew what to do. I fondle her breasts as I slide it out and begin to push it back in. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 03:00:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes register surprise yet a bit of happiness when Master dumps me unceremoniously yet playfully on the bed.&nbsp; That was fun.&nbsp; My panties are gone, now, and that is a very good thing.&nbsp; But Master doesn't get into position.&nbsp; Or at least the position I know.&nbsp; He settles that thing that I like between my legs.&nbsp; I don't see how this is a new way to do what we did earlier.<br><br>Master suddenly shoves it inside me, and I can't believe the sharp pain I feel.&nbsp; This is supposed to be fun?!&nbsp; I'm certainly not liking it any!&nbsp; Damn, that hurts!&nbsp; But it doesn't last very long.&nbsp; Soon it actually starts to feel good.&nbsp; Very good.&nbsp; My back arches a little off the bed, trying to get Master's touch even more on my breasts.&nbsp; It feels really good for him to touch there.&nbsp; Before long I'm convinced this is just as much fun as what we did earlier, and I eagerly move my body in time to his thrusts as my wet channel swells around him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 03:25:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I try to keep an even pace but this is better than I can possibly imagine. I push my hands against the bed and continue to gently pump inside of her. I put my head to her bosom and kiss her breasts trying to get her to pant. I know she can't moan I have to rely on more visual cues than auditory ones. I feel her body tense and relax with the pushing of my sex into her.<br><br>I longed to be with her but I can't help wonder if it's too fast. "You know I love you..." I breath in her ear as I feel myself tense and the first throws of passion release. It's not the one I expect and I'm still going. "Kiss me if you feel the same..." I finish. My hands are under her bottom. I love to feel her butt. It's cute and toned,&nbsp; pert. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 03:43:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It doesn't take very long until I am very much into it, rocking my body on my back, up towards the head of the bed and down towards the bottom to meet each of Master's thrusts.&nbsp; Master's kissing my breasts makes my back arch again, more and more.&nbsp; I definately want him to do more of that.&nbsp; Much more of that.&nbsp; I feel my juices slip down my bottom to the bed below.&nbsp; For the second time today I am making a big mess.&nbsp; I don't mind.<br><br>Master tells me he loves me, and I smile.&nbsp; Almost before his next words are out of his mouth my hands are on each of his cheeks, pulling his lips to mine so that I can kiss him.&nbsp; My lips are full of eager passion, desire, and love.&nbsp; I adore Master.&nbsp; I love him.&nbsp; There is no doubt about it.<br><br>I wiggle my bottom in his hands and kiss him again.&nbsp; And again and again, hoping he won't make me stop that just yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 22:57:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I kiss her long and lovingly. My hands dig gently into the soft-enough flesh of her bottom and my thrusts become mad pounds. I know I'm probably going about it much to roughly but I don't care, I feel horrible that I don't but it's just a little voice in the back of my mind. I move a hand to gently roll her nipple around; then the other.<br><br>I'm finding it harder and harder to hold in my passion but I want to be better than this morning when I came first. It's to no real avail however, despite my best efforts of keeping it in it only shows me that I'm useless. I release into her my hot torrent of seed. I'm so sorry I did but I try to continue my pushes and pulls fondling her breasts and kissing them. My member spasms with the last shocks of orgasm and I hope she's not disappointed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 15:31:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Master's kiss is like heaven, and I love how it feels for his hands to squeeze my bottom like that.&nbsp; His thrusting becomes more urgent, and I love that, too, lifting my hips to him over and over again, wanting this to go on forever and then some.<br><br>My body shudders when Master plays with my nipples.&nbsp; It feels so good.&nbsp; And then I am absolutely amazed by the feel of that stuff I drank earlier being shot into my body.&nbsp; Amazing.&nbsp; Absolutely amazing.&nbsp; So much so that I don't even realize that I didn't feel as good as I had that morning, that the same thing didn't happen.&nbsp; My eyes were full of awe and adoration as I looked up at Master, so glad that he had shared that with me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:24:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm only human and can't keep it going forever, I remove myself and lie next to her on her bed. I reach over and stroke the dampness of her strawberry-yellow curls from her forehead. I was literally speechless. At least we shared something in common now. Neither of us could talk if we wanted to. My pupils are probably dilated. Taking in as much of her form as possible. Finally I can speak. <br><br>"Come here." I tell her gently taking her in my arms. I'm surprisingly not tired. I want to hold her and tell her what a good lover she was. "You were wonderful." I tell her running my hands over her form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am so happy.&nbsp; I pleased Master again.&nbsp; And I love the way he's looking at me now.&nbsp; He pulls me into his arms, holding me tenderly like I might break.&nbsp; My eyes fill with happy tears, and I smile again.&nbsp; Bigger than the earlier smiles I've been able to make.&nbsp; I love him.&nbsp; I'm convinced more and more.&nbsp; I love Master.&nbsp; I try to tell him so by giving him a very soft, sweet kiss.&nbsp; I wasn't wonderful.&nbsp; He was.&nbsp; He is.&nbsp; I entwine my body with his, arms and legs wrapping around him as best I can.&nbsp; I had never been happy before, but Master has given me that.&nbsp; He's given me everything.&nbsp; I cannot wait until I can learn to write so that I can tell him so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:57:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's go to sleep. Tomorrow will be the first day as my companion..." I don't want to use slave. Not now, now that we had... made love. I pull the covers over us. It feels wrong to make love in her bed. Maybe it was the childlike quilt. I decide something tomorrow. Right now I hold her and my eyes grow heavy. I nuzzle her and kiss her one last time before falling into a dreamless sleep. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 06:42:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod happily and cuddle closer, slipping my head beneath his.&nbsp; I was still so high from that last session, from the way he had looked at me and treated me afterwards.&nbsp; I want to do the entire thing over and over again.&nbsp; Master is so special to me.&nbsp; But I am so tired now.&nbsp; I'm not used to such a workout.&nbsp; Different workouts certainly, but nothing that used the inside of my body so much.&nbsp; Plus I'm so content.&nbsp; In moments I fall fast asleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 00:59:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I dream for a while, I think. I fall asleep cuddling my new slave girl. It was sweet. Almost intoxicating I would have to watch that. No wonder rich people got all high-and-mighty having a beautiful woman to order around and knowing she'll do it. I woke in the morning. Light flitted through the window, playing over little motes of dust. I leave her to sleep and slip off into the shower. I would wait, not wanting a repeat of yesterday, but I had class in an hour or so and had to get up and eat. <br><br>I let the warm water wash over me so I become some semblance of lucidity. Stepping out of the shower I towel off and go to dress. Wondering if Persephone is up yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 17:01:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Exhausted from the previous day's emotional highs and lows and physical highs, I sleep peacefully the entire night through, wrapped up with Master.&nbsp; I am content.&nbsp; Happy.&nbsp; For once, things are good.<br><br>I am so tired that when Master leaves me in the morning to shower, I don't wake though I notice and protest with a little whimper.&nbsp; I turn over, though, and am completely out again within moments, not to awaken naturally for a very long time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 21:36:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm dressed and make a light breakfast of English muffins, eggs, and bacon. Not even I'm so bad that I can screw that up. Breakfast was easy enough. I pour myself some coffee and put two creams and sugars in it. Sipping it I decide to go see if Persephone is up and about. I down in the sub-basement and she's still asleep.<br><br>Walking over I put the coffee on the nightstand before kissing her on the temple, "Got to go bee back around two." All my classes were morning, early afternoon, "See you." I whisper. I leave the house and go out to class. Making sure to lock up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 04:41:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sleeping unusually late for me, I finally wake up around 8:30.&nbsp; Master is gone.&nbsp; My first reaction is to panic and find him.&nbsp; I run up the stairs and search everywhere, even his bedroom where I've never been before.&nbsp; But he's nowhere.&nbsp; I start to cry, wishing I could call for him.<br><br>As I walk through the kitchen, I see dirty dishes in the sink.&nbsp; He got up, and he had breakfast and...&nbsp; That's right, he told me yesterday he had school today, I think it was.&nbsp; So everything is fine.&nbsp; But then, why am I feeling so rotten and lonely?<br><br>I go back downstairs to curl up in bed and see the coffee he left on the small table beside my bed.&nbsp; Our bed really.&nbsp; Curling up on it, sitting back against the wall, I slowly finish the coffee, thinking about him.&nbsp; Is he okay?&nbsp; Enjoying class?&nbsp; Learning lots of wonderful things?<br><br>When the coffee is finished, I decide to get up and get active.&nbsp; First I exercise to get all sweaty before I shower.&nbsp; My old master had always made me exercise for hours each morning, but today I treat myself to just about an hour and a half before taking the empty coffee cup upstairs.&nbsp; While I wash the dishes, I have a carton of strawberry yogurt from the fridge for my breakfast, and then I head to the bathroom.<br><br>I shower, wash my hair, brush my teeth, and all that good stuff.&nbsp; Without Master there, I rush through for I have no reason to stay in the bathroom without him.&nbsp; When I'm downstairs again, all dried off, I remember that Master wants me to wear panties, so I slip some on.&nbsp; I even wear a little tank top because today is a little chilly.<br><br>With the rest of the day ahead of me, I decide to get to serious work tidying up for Master.&nbsp; And two hours later, I am completely finished with the sub-basement.&nbsp; It looks wonderful.&nbsp; Next I decide to work on Master's bedroom.<br><br>I enter it for the second time, and though I do clean it, I end up spending more time looking at and touching his things.&nbsp; I miss him so much.&nbsp; Before long I am curled in a ball on his bed, crying myself to sleep because I miss him so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 19:55:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I manage to focus on morning lecture and afternoon lab. It had been a productive day. After about four hours of school I walk out into the sunlight of the New Chicago University quad. The lawns were sculpted and the masonry pristine. Students of all shapes, colors, and sizes walked up and down the paths. There were of course, females. Not all women were slaves but they were the pinnacle of upper-class. While I was upper-middle myself.<br><br>I was accosted by two of my friends. Paul Tennyson a promising surgeon, and Chadwick Lars, a neurology student. I myself was diagnostics. Infectious diseases, viruses. "Hey," the first&nbsp; said. He was shorter than me not by much. He was a little thinner than me too which was saying something He had red hair and brown eyes. Chad was a little stockier thick-limbs and short black hair and gray eyes.<br>"We're still on right?" <br>I said without thinking, "Of course..." then I remember Persephone at home. "Sure..." I add. I couldn't go back now and it was best for them to get it out of their systems. "I have to stop by the mall first."<br><br>We make a short trip. I'm holding a brand new internet radio. Not that old program stuff. This was a radio with a computer that could listen to satellites or download any music on the web. For a nominal fee. I also bought something else and it took the trip home to stop my friends from laughing. <br><br>I turn the key in the door and begin to open it stepping inside, God I hope she remembered to dress. I say to myself. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 06:33:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sound asleep, missing and dreaming of Master, I fail to hear his key turn in the lock.&nbsp; I lay curled up on his bed, clutching his pillow tightly in my arms like I am holding him.&nbsp; It smells like him.&nbsp; Helps me to feel like he is there with me, cuddling with me, keeping me safe.&nbsp; Master makes me very happy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 03:09:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I enter the house proper and look around. She'd been active things were clean she had done the dishes and I bet dusted and reorganized the den/her room. I tell the guys to go ahead and sit down. I want to find Persephone and make sure she's dressed. "Go ahead and raid the fridge guys there's soda and beers." <br><br>I walk back to my room to put her surprises away and who should I find napping on my bed clutching a pillow, but her. It was cute but in some small ways sad. She clung to me. I pull out the unassuming teddy bear and shake her shoulder. "I'm home..." I whisper. Handing her the bear, well tossing it innocently at her. "We have company." I walk over and pick a pair her new shorts up. Ones I'd been de-tagging. <br><br>"Put some pants on and come on out. They're not going to stay to themselves they'd best get it out now." she's half asleep and probably doesn't care. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 05:14:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the middle of dreaming about Master mumbling he loves me while kissing my lips, I feel him shaking my shoulder.&nbsp; I start to wake up.&nbsp; Realizing he's home, I sit up just in time to catch the bear he tossed at me.&nbsp; I grin.&nbsp; A huge grin.&nbsp; I pointed at it and then pointed at myself, asking if it was really for me.&nbsp; I obviously love it.<br><br>So much so that I completely miss the part about having company.&nbsp; I hug the bear tight and take the shorts he hands me.&nbsp; I slip them on quickly so I can then throw myself in Master's arms, cuddling the bear between us as I place happy welcome home kisses all over his cheeks, jaws, and neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:00:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yep, all yours." I confirm. I have to fend off her attack of kisses long enough to remind her that I'm going to come back. "I see you cleaned up the house, real well." I hug her and let go. "Thank you."<br>I look around at my room. It's been organized as well. "Are you hungry? I was going to get a light lunch for my friends and myself." I ask her subtly reminding her of our guests because she was so forgetful when excited. <br><br>I've seen her go without clothes enough over the past couple of day so know that that's what it was. Hyperactivity. "Okay, go put your hair in order and come on out. Don't worry they won't bite." I say kissing her again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:12:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Master is so cute, so warm, so wonderful, and he smells so good.&nbsp; I could happily go on kissing him forever, but he says something, and I realize he has friends over!&nbsp; Uh-oh.&nbsp; I want them to like me so that Master will be proud of me.<br><br>After his last kiss, I carefully put my adorable bear in the middle of his pillows and cover it with a blanket like it is a baby.&nbsp; I don't even realize how sweet that is, but perhaps Master noticed.<br><br>Then I dash quickly into the bathroom and brush out my long hair.&nbsp; I've got my clothes on now.&nbsp; Panties, shorts, and the tank top.&nbsp; My breasts are full and heavy in it, but I am so young they are very pert and don't look too bad at all considering I'm not wearing a bra underneath.&nbsp; Of course, I don't even stop to think that to men that would actually be a good thing.<br><br>When I'm certain I look as good as I can, I rejoin Master and point to myself.&nbsp; Then I use my hands to mimic cooking their food for them.&nbsp; I will make their lunch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 22:45:58</strong>
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				I look and see the bear and how I found her. I quickly forget when she rushes off to get cleaned up. She was so, drop-dead stunning I can hardly stand it. God, those legs... I clear my own throat she wasn't wearing a bra and I notice, but it's usually warm in my apartment so it won't be embarrassingly obvious.<br><br>I finally remember what I was going to ask her when she mimes cooking, "I would love that, but you can't use peanuts... one of my friends is allergic." I warn her. She's good about stuff like that but not about clothes. "Listen, I want you to think about this, but how about you give up your room and share mine with me..." I say shyly. It was a little weird for me. I'm not used to having anything like Persephone let alone a live-in girlfriend. <br><br>"Come on." I say taking her arm. Once we're out in the living room, my friends have already hooked their game system up to the living room T.V. and are playing something. "This is Persephone..." I don't know how to introduce her... as a slave? That sounded like I was a bad guy, "My... um... maid..." I say weakly. Hoping Persephone didn't get upset over it. She was much more. I just didn't know how to explain it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 07:47:02</strong>
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				No peanuts.&nbsp; Got it.&nbsp; I nod and decide to make some chili and Texas toast.&nbsp; Pretty simple, always a man pleaser, and it was easy to make a lot of for a group of guys.&nbsp; Master tells me to think about something wonderful, but I don't want to think about it.&nbsp; I smile.&nbsp; A real smile.&nbsp; Not as big as some people can, but much bigger than I have so far.&nbsp; I nod.&nbsp; His room could also be my room.&nbsp; That is perfect.&nbsp; Absolutely perfect.&nbsp; Almost like an honest to goodness couple!<br><br>Of course, my hopes are certainly halted when Master introduces me as his maid.&nbsp; That's even lower than a slave.&nbsp; A maid does her job for money, but a slave is married to her life.&nbsp; Nobody could ever be as devoted as a slave is.&nbsp; I don't really get that slaves are actually lowest on the totem pole, that because slaves don't have a choice they aren't seen even as real humans by most people.&nbsp; I don't understand that Master is probably trying to protect me as much as he is himself.&nbsp; All I know is that it hurts me that Master introduces me as just his maid.<br><br>It doesn't make any sense, but that's how it is.&nbsp; It reminds me that I'm really only Master's slave, and though I'm completely happy with being his, that is all it will ever be.&nbsp; One day Master would fall in love with some worthy woman, and I will at the very least be shoved aside in his affections.&nbsp; At the worst he'll get rid of me forever.<br><br>As I look at Master's friends, I bow my head to each one, waiting to be dismissed before I prepare their lunch.&nbsp; I fully intend to keep to myself, to stay in the kitchen while the guys are here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 23:45:50</strong>
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				Paul and Chad were busy ripping and shooting and what have you, and I looked at Persephone walk off to the kitchen. Her step was either being restrained or she was upset. I chose to believe it was the latter of the two for good measure. Moving past the guys I go to the kitchen. A small thing with a cut out window to the living room. <br><br>I see she's busy getting things. I stop her and take her hand. If an upper-class man has a slave he's rich enough not to care about what other people think. If any other class comes into slave holding he's a pervert or something... I knew it wasn't true but it was hard for me to communicate it.<br><br>"What did I do wrong, Persephone..." I say softly, "Don't you like being called a maid?" I wonder why that would get to her. "It's just my friends, if they found out you were a slave... they'd never let me live it down." I sigh, "But that no excuse, I should have called you my girlfriend... but I panicked." I admit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavender</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 17:31:13</strong>
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				Once in the kitchen I pull out the equipment, utensils, and ingredients I will need, blinking away tears that threaten.&nbsp; How could I expect any different?&nbsp; Master says that he loves me, and I believe him.&nbsp; He obviously doesn't mean it how I do, though.&nbsp; And that is how it should be.&nbsp; Masters aren't supposed to be in love with their slaves, to worship their slaves and long for nothing more than to please them the way that she did with him.&nbsp; It just isn't how things are done.&nbsp; It just isn't right.<br><br>Thankfully most of the remnants of my tears are gone by the time Master takes my hand.&nbsp; I turn to face him, assuming he has something for me to do or a request for lunch or some such thing.&nbsp; I am surprised to see him looking as he does, almost nervous and a little sad.<br><br>Instinctively, longing to soothe whatever is wrong, I lift my other hand to his cheek and listen to what Master has to say.&nbsp; I shake my head quickly - he didn't do anything wrong.&nbsp; I shake my head again, though not as fast - I don't like being called a maid.&nbsp; My heart breaks for Master when he tells me of his friends.&nbsp; I understand.&nbsp; I nod.&nbsp; It's okay.&nbsp; I don't want him to suffer anything because of me.&nbsp; I look down to the floor between us, my hand sliding from his cheek to fall at my side.<br><br>But Master keeps talking, and my head snaps up, my eyes wide.&nbsp; His...his what?!&nbsp; He can't mean that!&nbsp; Can he?&nbsp; My heart swells to near bursting, and I realize then and there that what I want more than anything is to be so much more than just Master's slave.&nbsp; I want him to never find anybody else, not to be his slave, not to be his...whatever it was he and I were in bed, not to be his girlfriend or more.&nbsp; I want him to only want, need, and love me.<br><br>I squeeze his hand, my mouth partially open in astonishment, almost as if I would speak if I could.&nbsp; My eyes ask what I cannot.&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; Truly?&nbsp; Could he really want that for us?&nbsp; Us.&nbsp; Just like a real couple, just like I'd thought of earlier.&nbsp; How close we were to being a real couple.&nbsp; Could we be someday?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Green Eyes (Inkidu and Lavender)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 02:07:47</strong>
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				I look at her bright big eyes at the last part, "That's right and when I go back out I'll tell the guys I lied, and that you're my live-in girlfriend." I want nothing more than to hold her in bed and run my hands over her luscious curves. To put my nose in her strawberry-blond hair and hold her to the bed and never let her go. It would have to wait. I put her my mouth to her ear and whisper playfully, "Oh but don't think your going to get out of being my little love slave that easily..." I whisper giving her bottom a little pinch, I'm never this forward but I guess I just wanted to see her bite her lip and smile coquettishly or something. <br><br>I leave her with that and lunch to make and go out and tell Chad and Paul that I lied. They leaned back in the couch so they could see her working and the made a large double take, mouths agape. I wondered if they thought I was lying but maybe they were jealous. Plus unless they ever looked under her jaw to see the tiny scars they would just think she was mute, naturally of course. 
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