The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)
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				Title: <strong>The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:00:11</strong>
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				Carissa woke up with a start.&nbsp; She could have sworn her husband was lying next to her.&nbsp; But it's been a month since he died.&nbsp; With a sigh, she stretched, all five feet and ten inches of herself.&nbsp; Long tapered legs stretched and relaxed, shifting to let her stand.&nbsp; Jade green eyes flick to the mirror as she looked herself over.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked awful.<br><br>The secret to her silky smooth skin lay in the sea-salt at the corner of&nbsp; &nbsp;her dressing desk.&nbsp; Taking the box, she went into the bathroom, rubbed&nbsp; &nbsp;it all over her, and carefully washed it off of herself with the&nbsp; &nbsp;detachable shower head.&nbsp; A quick pat-down of her towel, and she was good&nbsp; &nbsp;to go.<br><br>Her dressing area looked forlorn.&nbsp; She hadn't used it in a while.&nbsp; But now, her bereavement time was over, and she had things to take care of.&nbsp; Picking up her brush, she pulled it through her silky black hair, straightening it from disorder.&nbsp; Carissa applied some powdered foundation and red lipstick, looking at herself in the mirror, she arched an eyebrow.<br><br>With a critical eye, she perused her closet.&nbsp; Clothes that hadn't seen the light of day now glared at her, daring her to pick one of them to wear.&nbsp; Carissa muttered something intelligible and probably profane under her breath as she selected her signature black pencil skirt, and an amethyst purple blouse.&nbsp; Finally, she unhooked her prized wide leather belt, black--of course.<br><br>From her dresser, she pulled out a black bra, garter belt, black pantyhose, and two shiny black ribbons.&nbsp; She dressed, amethyst purple blouse accenting her perky breasts tucked into the leather knee-length black skirt.&nbsp; And finally, from the shoe shelving unit by the door, her beautiful shiny black spiked stiletto high heeled shoes.&nbsp; Carissa tied the black ribbons around her ankles, smiling at how perfect she looked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 05:06:38</strong>
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				Shane had woke from yet another night of restless sleep....and it was starting to get to him as he was never known to have this problem until the day his beloved father died.Sitting up on the edge of his bed rubbing his weary eyes trying to fully rouse himself into full wakefullness he stumbles into his bathroom and turns the water faucet on cold and proceeds to douse himself and within a matter of seconds the ice cold fluid brings him to a state of full awareness.<br><br>After having a brief shower and a brushing of teeth Shane goes into the dresser and proceeds to pick out his clothing for the day. At exactly 18 years of age Shane was very fit...having been active in sports and body building his youthful physique was worthy of an Olympian Ideal...Or a Carthaginian Ideal as both of his late parents encouraged the conditioning of both his body and his mind as the ancient civilisation espoused during their war with the Romans. Standing at one inch shy of an even six feet he clothes himself in simple blue jeans and an slate gray t-shirt. He looks in the mirror and for a moment looks into his own bluish-green eyes which shown like the wine dark sea then he goes and fixes up his sandy blond hair.<br><br>After he makes himself presentable he leaves his room and looks down a long hall ending in the double oak doors that lead to the bedroom of his late father and his new wife of only two short years Carissa. Shane had never any animosity towards his stepmother or felt that she was trying to replace his mother who died of ovarian cancer five years before his father met Carissa. If truth be known he had a bit of a crush on his future stepmother before his dad wed her and after the wedding his crush ended and never thought of it again.Taking his eyes off the double doors he proceeds to go downstairs noticing that the help is nowhere to be found.<br><br>Then, it hits him like a brick...his mind wanders back to the reading of his father's will in where his father's last wish that his vast fortune would go to his only child but would be held in trust by his stepmother until his twenty first birthday as well as "other possessions" that his stepmother would tell him about ...alone...and that his late father's instructions told him to be in the dining room before twelve o' clock...today. He looks at the nearby grandfather clock and sees that he has just under five minutes to get to the dining hall. If he would get to the bottom of what was going on...he would have to be in the dining hall and wait for his stepmother.<br><br>And so he went forth...and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 05:56:46</strong>
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				With a pounding heart, she places her feet into the steps cut into the end-side of the bookcase, hand holding onto a railing built into the wall.&nbsp; She takes down a box, like jewelers would put a necklace into.&nbsp; Granted, what was inside would go around her neck,&nbsp; flexible silver metal studded with mood stone and diamonds.&nbsp; It was what she always wore since she married her husband.<br><br>Now, she would wear it again...&nbsp; Hopefully.&nbsp; Carissa pauses at the entry of her room, looking over the master suite.&nbsp; As soon as the thought entered her mind, she trembles.&nbsp; And with a deep breath, she resolutely turns to the hallway.&nbsp; <br><br>Carissa wished that the upper floor would look over the dining hall.&nbsp; It would be easier to see her stepson and gauge how she would go about telling him what she has to.&nbsp; Her upper teeth imprinted her lower lip, unconsciously making it appear fuller.<br><br>Swallowing and trying to dampen the fear and anticipation coiling within her belly, she makes her way to the dining hall, the necklace box held in both of her hands out in front of her.&nbsp; She'd sent the help out into the town for a rare treat--a day off.&nbsp; It would make her that much more nervous to have them there.<br><br>She trembled for a full minute before Carissa was able to control herself.&nbsp; It was a big day.&nbsp; Finally, at twelve, exactly, she steps into the dining hall to appear before her son.<br><br>"Shane."&nbsp; It was all she could do, just to look at him, her throat tightening just a little as she thought of his father.&nbsp; But this is what she wanted.&nbsp; And more importantly, it is what <em>he</em> wanted for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:30:40</strong>
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				With a minute and a half to spare Shane enters the dining hall and he pulls out the nearest chair of the extravagant dining table and slowly sits on it...a brief measure of time passes and all the clocks in the house in unison chime the halfway point of the day. As he waits for what seems to be an eternity he hears the faint clacking of heels on the hard wood floor. "Alright...she's on her way now..good" he thinks to himself as he hears the clacking of her heels becoming louder and louder and all of a sudden stops. A minute passes and the clacking resumes and she walks in with the bearing of a queen and dressed to kill on top of it all. In her petite hands was a box...the kind used by jewelers to store necklaces in. "Are there important papers or jewels inside this box that Dad wanted to keep private?" The thought raced in his mind but his thoughts were halted when Carissa brought him to the here and now with one word.<br><br>"Shane."<br><br>Now was the moment of truth...the mystery revealed. "Mother" was the first word that came forth from his lips as his father stressed upon him that she would be addressed as. "I'm here as Dad's instructions told me to do...be here before midday...I'm here...now what is so important that the help had to be dismissed and we have to resort to cloak and dagger routines?"<br><br>And her answer would change his life forever...perhaps for the better.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:41:31</strong>
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				Carissa sat down next to Shane, setting the box on the table before her, then turned to hug him.&nbsp; Pulling back, she swallowed, perhaps audibly.&nbsp; "Shane," she said again.&nbsp; "You know how much your father meant to me," Carissa continued softly, reaching out to hold his hand in hers.&nbsp; <br><br>"I have something important to tell you.&nbsp; And something important to show you."&nbsp; Again, her upper teeth pressed into her bottom lip, but the lipstick stayed put.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning to the table, she caressed the slim silver box.&nbsp; Carissa opened it with great care, revealing to Shane what was within.&nbsp; It was the necklace he'd seen on her time and time again--every day, in fact.&nbsp; But it held great importance to who she was...&nbsp; to who she hoped to be again.<br><br>"Do you know what this is?"&nbsp; Her eyes didn't lift from the necklace as her fingertips caressed it.&nbsp; She missed the weight of the inch and a half wide flexible silver metal on her neck.&nbsp; The alternating diamonds and mood stones reflecting the light with brilliance.&nbsp; And in the corner of the box, there lay a little key (http://s219.photobucket.com/albums/cc265/shirkamisamyogai/me/?action=view&amp;current=16_inch_single_key_necklace.jpg) that matched the lock on the back of the necklace.<br><br>(((There is a link on "little key".&nbsp; It goes to my photobucket account.&nbsp; Thank you.)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 07:54:56</strong>
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				He looks up as Carissa sits down on a chair next to him and proceeds to hold him tenderly...and with great affection then she goes to tell him of how much his father meant to her and as she does so she reaches out with her soft, petite hand and takes it in his. This intrigues him as she has never took him by the hand once in all the time he has known her. But his inquiry is cut short when she tells him that she has something to tell him..and show him. Then she turned to the table and caresses with her free hand the slim silver box...then with great care she opens the box revealing to him the necklace silver encrested necklace she has worn for the duration of her marriage.<br><br>She then asks him "Do you know what this is?" And Shane looking at the necklace focuses his eyes on hers and gives an answer. "Yeah...yeah I know what this. Dad bought this for you the week after you two were married saying this was "for my kitten"." He lets out a short but amused chuckle. "And you never took it off... not once in all the time you been with my Dad...except the day when Dad has his accident and you talked with him in private and you and I came home and you took it off then...and an hour later the call came that Dad his passed away." He looks down again at the necklace and notices the key at the corner of the case and then sees the lock at the back of the necklace itself.<br><br>"No offence Mom...but what does this necklace have to do with Dad's final wishes that he couldn't say in his will and what needs to be told to me? Is it what you and Dad talked about in the hospital?" He looks back up at her and awaited her answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 08:25:33</strong>
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				Carissa chuckles at her son's questions.&nbsp; "I sent the help away today, Shane.&nbsp; Today is a very special day.&nbsp; You are an adult, now.&nbsp; And you can understand what I'm talking about."&nbsp; She looks up into his eyes.<br><br>"I am into the alternative lifestyle."&nbsp; And here, her hand tightened just a little on Shane's own.&nbsp; "And your father was my Master."&nbsp; Her fingertips caressed the necklace again, but her eyes remained on Shane's.&nbsp; "This is my collar.&nbsp; It showed all the world that I belonged to him."<br><br>She took her hand off of Shane's and lifted the necklace out of the box.&nbsp; With deft fingertips, she turned her collar inside out.&nbsp; "sex kitten" was written inside.&nbsp; Looking up at Shane, she said.&nbsp; "Everything that was your father's is now yours.&nbsp; I was your father's sexual slave--in every sense of the word."
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				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 08:52:03</strong>
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				All he could do was look at her with utter disbelief when she told him of his father's sex life and her role in that life. Shane, listening to her words made him feel like he had just now entered the twilight zone and was waiting for Rod Sterling to show up cigarette in hand and give his weekly montage. If he was hearing her right she was a glorified sex slave and that his father....his "morally upstanding" father was her "Master" and when he died all his possessions including his Stepmother now belonged to him to do with as he pleased<br><br>After she had finished her piece he looks at her for what seems to be forever and then the silence is broken.<br><br>"Huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 09:18:30</strong>
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				Her eyes never left Shane's.&nbsp; <em>Eyes on me</em>, she remembered her late husband's command.&nbsp; Carissa could see the war in his thoughts--the shock, confusion, the disbelief, and something else.<br><br>Within the weighted silence, Carissa had plenty of time to think.&nbsp; Did she say everything okay?&nbsp; And what if...&nbsp; No.&nbsp; She would not think of that.&nbsp; No, no--she will <em>show</em> him.<br><br>Carissa turned the necklace rightside out, and smiled at her son's "Huh?"&nbsp; She took Shane's hand and held it, turning his palm up, and placed the necklace on top of his hand.&nbsp; <br><br>Scooting her chair out from the table, she knelt before him.&nbsp; "'Shane," she said, swallowing.&nbsp; "I loved your father very much, and he was good to me.&nbsp; It is his wish that I become your possession, and I am happy to follow to.&nbsp; Please, Shane.&nbsp; Will you be my master?"&nbsp; Her voice held a slight tremor as she begged.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Please", looking into Shane's eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 05:35:06</strong>
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				He looks down at the necklace that she has just now put in his hand then looks up towards her pleading and hungry eyes and he listens to her prostrating herself before him...begging him to become her new master...to use her for his own pleasure whenever..and whereever he wished.<br><br>Then, something clicks in a dark and deep part of his brain...and a perverse reasoning floods his mind...drowning out all fear,confusion,and bewilderment. His late father's final wish was that his stepmother see to every sexual need that the young man would ever have. To have his every wish carried out to the letter with out complaint.<br><br>He closes his hand containing the silver gem encrusted choker and then looks her dead in the eyes and speaks with a firm boldness. "If you try to blackmail me...or entrap me...or set me up in any way I swear before Almighty God, Sonny Jesus, and my dead father I will fucking destroy you!!!" Never before had he had to resort to such threats but he was no fool..as enticing as her offer was..he was putting himself in a position where she could set him up to take a big fall...and and he was laying down the law. "Do I make myself understood....slave?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 06:19:04</strong>
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				Carissa patiently watches Shane, knowing that the direction of her life rests on this one moment.&nbsp; Sure, she had family she could go back to...&nbsp; But it wasn't her former husband and master's wish.<br><br>When Shane's hand closes over her collar, she thought for a moment that he was going to throw her away.&nbsp; Then...&nbsp; <strong>"If you try to blackmail me...or entrap me...or set me up in any way I&nbsp; &nbsp;swear before Almighty God, Sonny Jesus, and my dead father I will&nbsp; &nbsp;fucking destroy you!!!"</strong>&nbsp; Carissa's eyes widen.&nbsp; She would <em>never</em>.<br><br>However, from those words, she knew he'd decided.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Do I make myself understood....slave?"&nbsp; Those words made it sink home.&nbsp; She was *home*.&nbsp; And she had a master, now.&nbsp; "Y-yes," she said, Shane's first words still raging through her mind.&nbsp; She could feel that he meant it.&nbsp; He would completely and utterly destroy her should she make any mistake.&nbsp; "Yes, master."<br><br>Kneeling there, she felt so small compared to him.&nbsp; Her eyes flicked between his eyes and her collar in his hand, and she could feel his power.&nbsp; His power, and his control over her.&nbsp; She would not betray him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 06:55:12</strong>
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				When she uttered the words "yes master" he knew that she spoke true and that she was now his property...and he was beginning to enjoy it.<br><br>He takes the key in the case and inserts it into the lock at the back of the choker and undoes the clasp "put this on...and be quick about it." He looked at her and waited for her to make the next move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 07:03:37</strong>
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				Carissa sat up in her kneel and leaned forward to take her collar from her master's hand.&nbsp; Holding her collar by the middle, she straightened first one side, and then the other.&nbsp; Deftly, she clasped her collar around her neck.&nbsp; And all the while, her eyes never left <em>his</em>.
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				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 07:13:59</strong>
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				And as he watches her take the choker from his hand and quickly put it around her slender and enticing neck he then gives the second of many countless future orders "rise...and turn around...so that I may lock it in place."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 07:22:41</strong>
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				"Yes, master," she replies, slipping fluidly to her feet without the use of her hands,&nbsp; With the soft noises of her leather skirt, Carissa turns around, one hand holding the ends while the other moves her hair out of the way.&nbsp; Holding the two ends together again, she half-sits on her new master's lap so that he could better reach the lock.&nbsp; This time, the skirt gives a little squeak as she settles into Shane's lap
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 07:34:39</strong>
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				A wave of cold fire works it's way through Shane's body as she gets up and and turns around pulling her hair out of the way and slowly sitting her tight,leather clad ass on his lap waiting for him to to seal the deal by locking her choker in place....a feeling of giddiness over takes him but quickly composes himself as he takes the key into the keyhole and locks it into place...<br><br>And this young man finds out that the die has been cast... and has gone beyond the point of no return. Taking the key out of the keyhole and setting it on the table and he speaks the two words that will set this roller coaster into motion.<br><br>"It's done." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 08:14:14</strong>
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				With a smile at Shane's hands on her, she remains stock still even though it's so hard to.&nbsp; And when she hears the click of the lock closing, a soft moan escapes her lips.&nbsp; Finally, finally!<br><br>Shifting on her master's lap, Carissa turns to look at <em>him</em>.&nbsp; "Thank you, master," she says, joy in her voice accompanied by the squeak of her leather skirt.&nbsp; Carissa hugs Shane tightly.&nbsp; "I will serve you faithfully," she promises, lips at his ear.<br><br>"Oh," she softly exclaims.&nbsp; "I almost forgot."&nbsp; Getting up from her master's lap, she grabs his hand, and in her excitement drags him to the stairs that lead to the basement.&nbsp; "Come on," she encourages him along the way.&nbsp; "I have something awesome to show you, master Shane!"<br><br>As she gets to the basement door, Carissa lets go of his hand to open said door and turn on the lights.&nbsp; Down the stairs and the little hallway, she stops at its end and opens the door to the closet that had <em>always</em> been empty.&nbsp; It doesn't even have a shelf or rod to hang clothing.<br><br>Kneeling on the floor, Carissa reaches over to push a decorative corner filling with her right hand.&nbsp; she has to stretch out for her left hand to push the matching piece in the opposite side.&nbsp; At this point, she is literally kissing the floor.&nbsp; But the back wall slides open to reveal stairs that lead down.&nbsp; <br><br>Carissa stands back up and reaches to the left to flick a switch on the other side.&nbsp; Light floods the corridor.&nbsp; The landing stretches off to the right and left, a balcony that overlooks a huge room.&nbsp; It must be the size of the floors of the house--perhaps bigger since there are no walls dividing the entire space.<br><br>Along the ceiling and floors are a lattice-work of runners.&nbsp; and along the walls to the right and left are machinery and equipment that can be moved along the tracks and put anywhere.&nbsp; The back wall is made up of mirrored cabinets in which bondage toys and paraphernalia&nbsp; and medical supplies are stored.&nbsp; And what can't be seen under the balcony is a wall full of whips, chains, rope, and implements of bdsm.&nbsp; The scarier stuff is out in the open, but hidden until one descends into the dungeon and turns around.<br><br>A soft tremor flows through Carissa's body as she remembers the first time she'd been in that particular room.&nbsp; She catches her breath and turns back to Shane.&nbsp; "Master?" she questions, carefully watching <em>his</em> face.&nbsp; "What do you think?"&nbsp; This last question was spoken softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 08:48:04</strong>
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				With curiosity he follows her as she takes him by the hand and leads him to the the basement...the very basement his father forbade him from entering unattended...he almost stumbles down the steps as she leads him to the basement floor towards a closet door and she opens it and the closet is totally empty in which she gets on her knees and fumble with a corner dressing which in turn causes a secret door to open to reveal a flight of stairs that leads down. Once he goes down the stairs and the lights are turned on he sees a balcony and all his father's skeleton's are revealed to him...<br><br>"Master?....what do you think?' she asks him and he looks down into her jade green eyes and replies with no shame whatsoever.<br><br>"I think I'm going to like this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 09:35:21</strong>
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				Carissa squeals in delight as she hears her master's words.&nbsp; She grabs his hand again and leads him down the stairs.&nbsp; At the landing, she exclaims, "Let me give You the Tour de Grand, Master!" letting his hand go and flinging her arms up in a "ta-da!" gesture.<br><br>Along the wall to the right, the first thing among the objects is a triangular hammock.&nbsp; It hangs from a single hook with three chains hooked to a hoop so that the corners of the hammock doesn't fold in on itself and become a bag for whoever is in it.&nbsp; The three chains then connect from the hoop to the corners of the triangular hammock, and leather straps are at each corner to secure feet and wrists.<br><br>Continuing along the wall, Carissa names each piece of equipment and describing how it works.&nbsp; She describes how the piece of equipment is moved along either the ceiling track or the floor track, and reminds her master to "put the toys away when we're done playing with them."&nbsp; Stopping to straighten something, she peers at Shane, wondering how he's taking it all in.<br><br>"And here is the four poster."&nbsp; Grinning, she thumps the side of the bed.&nbsp; From the top hang heavy black crushed velvet curtains.&nbsp; She moves aside the curtains and reveals to her new master the black silk sheets and comforter with matching black silk pillows.<br><br>From there, she points out the equipment on the other side of the wall, including a modified vaulting horse complete with rings for rope or chain, and leather straps as well.&nbsp; There is also a similar piece that has an extension of lower platforms--like a cheap picnic table.&nbsp; This is for her to bend over the middle, forearms and knees to rest bound on each side.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 10:00:29</strong>
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				He is looking around as she speaks...Taking in the sights of what she is showing him.."all this...is mine" he muses to himself and he looks at her as she is showing him the king sized bed and he looks and sees her glowing with enthusiasm as she is giving him the grand tour of his new adult playground.&nbsp; "and she's mine as well" the thought passes by him and it amuses him to no small end.<br><br>Carissa...his bewitchingly hot stepmother was now his property...his plaything...and it was time to break her in.<br><br><br>"I've heard and seen enough"he says in a flat,even tone "I see that my late father was one naughty little monkey who liked his toys....he is gone...and I sit at the head of the table now...and what is his...is now mine."His excitement was at a slow boil but did not want Carissa to know it."And that includes you my little cum slut" he grins an impish grin "We're going to play a game called Master Says...and whatever I say you do." he hesitates then he begins the game. <br><br>"Master says....tear off your blouse."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 10:14:40</strong>
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				She keeps glancing back at Shane as she explains things, and not for the first time, it dawns on her--he's her stepson.&nbsp; A blush slowly creeps up her face, but she continues on and on--telling him her favorite toys.&nbsp; Carissa can't help it--she's addicted--has always been.&nbsp; And she's so glad that Shane is her master.<br><br><strong>"I've heard and seen enough"</strong>&nbsp; Immediately she shuts up, eyes riveting back onto <em>him</em>.&nbsp; She gasps as she hears her stepson call her a cum slut.&nbsp; Her blush is back in full swing, and Carissa moans so very softly.&nbsp; When he tells her they're going to play "Master Says", her head tilts curiously to the side.&nbsp; It seems simple enough.<br><br>After a building pause, <strong>"Master says....tear off your blouse."</strong>&nbsp; With only a slight hesitation to a passing thought that this will be the first time her stepson is going to see *her*, she tears off her blouse.&nbsp; With slightly trembling hands, she reaches up to grip the amethyst silk and pauses.&nbsp; <em>What if he doesn't like me?</em>.&nbsp; As if to crush that though, her hands fist, and she rends her perfect blouse, sharply pulling her hands apart and blushing at the tearing sound.&nbsp; This simple act--the obedience of her master's command makes things down there wet.<br><br>Her perky breasts helped by her black lacy bra seem to quiver as the amethyst purple blouse is torn apart.&nbsp; And indeed, her quick breathing brings attention to the fact that they're almost bare.&nbsp; With a blush full force on her face, Carissa tears off each sleeve, grunting as she does so.&nbsp; Automatically, her shoulders draw back, making her breasts that much more dramatic in their perkiness, and she peers up at her master, the back and bottom of the shirt caught in her wide black belt until she tugs it free.&nbsp; "Yes, master," she says.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 23:54:59</strong>
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				Shane watched on with satisfaction&nbsp; as he watched his stepmother Carissa carry out his command to the letter. All the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he looked on and witnessed this submissive yet eager woman take hold of her silk blouse and proceed to rip it open..making the buttons pop out and fly everywhere exposing her firm,perky breasts imprisoned in an expensive black lace bra. His eyes wandered down and saw the ruined garment all to the floor..then his eyes go upward and sees her get into a provocative pose and then give the reply of "Yes,master."<br><br>He then gives a sincere smile in the knowledge that she was going to acquiesce to his every last wish without complaint. The 18 year old enjoyed how the way the game had begun...and he had no intent to stop playing it out.<br><br>"Very good "Mommy" you handled yourself like a well trained whore....did you like what you did..slut? hmm? While you are giving me an answer I want you to slowly remove your belt and drop it on the floor and I want it done this instant."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 00:15:49</strong>
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				It was true, she was getting turned on by this, by following her master's wish.&nbsp; She still can't believe that she was her stepson's slave.&nbsp; To obey...&nbsp; Such pleasure in pleasing!<br><br>She shifted into a more sensual pose, making eye candy for her master.&nbsp; And when he said, <strong>"Very good "Mommy",</strong> Carissa squirmed, one leg sliding over the other as she made a soft noise of lust.&nbsp; <em>Gods</em>, she thought.&nbsp; <em>Ohhhhhhhh</em>.<br><br>At <em>his</em> command, her fingertips slowly undid her black leather belt, making a squeak as it slid against her tight black leather skirt.&nbsp; "Master," she says.&nbsp; "Master--i liked it very much."&nbsp; And with that, she let the belt go to slide down her skirt and drop on the floor.<br><br>Her master was having her undress for him.&nbsp; And it felt so good and so right.&nbsp; Carissa's lips part as she begins to pant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 02:40:00</strong>
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				As the wide leather belt falls to the floor he cannot help but be amused that she is making herself out as eye candy towards him "I see you're getting into this mommy....I'm glad...you'll be doing alot of it from this point onward. But I cannot help but wonder? Here I am your new master...whereas less than an hour ago I was your stepson...well,I still am your stepson that you helped raised for the two years you were married to my dad." He gives a chuckle at the irony of it all. "I want to know what you think of this...to know that you are now the personal sperm dumpster of your stepson...and while you are telling me I want you to turn around and slowly undo and unzip your skirt...but do not take it off...and then turn around and face me. Think you can do that Mommy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 03:04:24</strong>
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				Carissa blushes as she hears Shane call her mommy.&nbsp; But she can't help that she love it; pleasure fills her as her master says she'll be doing it a lot from now on.&nbsp; "ohhhhh" she says softly.<br><br>"<strong>I want to know what you think of this...to know that you are now the personal sperm dumpster of your stepson.</strong>"<br><br>She starts to answer, but he continues to give her instruction.&nbsp; "Yes, i can do it, Master."&nbsp; Obediently, she turns around, arching her back to thrust her ass up.&nbsp; Fingertips hold the waist of her skirt and with the other hand, she unzips her skirt, little by little as she responds.<br><br>"i am only seven years older than You, Master Shane," she starts out, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she gives a small wriggle, her black garter belt and lacy panties revealing as the zipper goes down.&nbsp; Continuing, she says, "i am a slave, Master.&nbsp; And it makes me so wet to obey You.&nbsp; The fact that You are my stepson--to be Your personal sperm dumpster...<br><br>"i like it, Master.&nbsp; i like it a <em>lot</em>."&nbsp; She turns back around to face her master as her hands hold the skirt together behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 03:26:57</strong>
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				"I'm glad we're both in agreement" watching her undress is a very fulfilling experience...so fulfilling that his loins begin to boil over...and the organ between his legs come alive and begins to grow and swell to massive proportions. He looks down and sees the bulge writhing in his tightening pants "see what you are doing to me Mommy?...you're making me having dirty thoughts and a friend of mine wants to come out and play. But, before you introduce yourself why don't you drop and kick over that skirt..and walk over to me and give me the most intense kiss you can give?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shirkamisamyogai</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 03:57:25</strong>
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				Giggling at <em>his</em> words, she holds onto her unzipped skirt up with one hand, the other smoothing down her thigh.&nbsp; As her master looks down at himself, so does she.&nbsp; The bulge in her master's pants makes her moan, and it doesn't matter that he's her stepson.&nbsp; Not at all.&nbsp; As long as he uses her for <em>his</em> pleasure.<br><br>"Ohhhhhhhh, Master," she moans at his words.&nbsp; Carissa just <em>loves</em> the way he talks to her.&nbsp; And his "friend".&nbsp; She grins, doing a body roll, accenting the soft parts of her body.&nbsp; Dropping the skirt, she gracefully steps closer to <em>him</em>.<br><br>Sliding her hands along her master's chest, one wraps around his waist while the other holds the back of his neck, fingers splaying.&nbsp; "Master, Master," she moans, pressing her body to his.&nbsp; Her high heels make it easy for her to kiss him.&nbsp; <br><br>Carissa looks into her master's eyes and slowly brushes her lips along his.&nbsp; "Master," she moans and crushes his lips with hers, hand holding his head still as her tongue thrusts passionately between his lips and into his mouth, sweeping along his tongue, exploring.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Passing of the Torch.  (shirkamisamyogai x BloodTalon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BloodTalon</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 04:55:21</strong>
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				He feels her soft,warm tongue exploring his mouth as she wraps one arm around his waist and one hand around his head...he takes in the intoxicating smell of her perfume...and the&nbsp; ever increasing sweet aroma of her wet sex. he lets her pull his body towards her...to where it is pressing against hers and he feels her lustful writhing...her hips grinding against his bulge...making the throbbing sensation more intense for him.<br><br>He lays his hands on her tight,well toned buttocks and gently gropes them. Taking in the softness of her ass he breaks off the kiss and looks into her lust filled eyes. "you taste and feel pretty damn good Mommy...now I want you to undress me....first take off my shirt....then I want you to get on your knees and undo my pants with your teeth like a good little slut. Does that sound good to you Mommy?"
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