A Noble Slave [ Kissin Kate & Hemingway ]
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Hemingway on 08-09-2009, 01:19:40</h2>
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				Title: <strong>A Noble Slave [ Kissin Kate &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 01:19:40</strong>
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				In the city, one was either a slave or a master. Markets brimming with slaves dotted the city, providing flesh for whatever purpose one could imagine, from manual labor to soldiers, to teachers, cooks and general servants. A vast majority, however, were trained for nothing but pleasing their master through song, dance and sex.<br><br>She was after such a slave, held in a market at the very center of the town, reserved for those who, for one reason or another, were worth small fortunes. She'd received a tip from a friend whose business it was to know things about this one in particular. It wasn't that she was particularly gifted, nor for her appearance. This slave in particular, unbeknownst to most, had been a noble. <br><br>Naturally, that alone was not enough to make her worth paying so much. It was far more personal than that. <br><br>In any other setting, her appearance would have been enough to draw looks, clad in a toga-like robe of nearly translucent, red cloth, held in place by a belt of gold coins, numerous bangles on her arms and necklaces around her neck. In that city, though, in that particular market, she looked unremarkable. Modest, even. Most the slaves wore no clothes at all, chained together and splayed out among pillows and rugs, to look as tempting as they could. Occasionally, some of the more well-trained ones, eager to be sold, would shoot her inviting glances. She would smile in return, but quickly walk on, to find her particular slave. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Noble Slave [ Kissin Kate &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 14:14:29</strong>
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				*She sighed as she sat on one of the rather comfy pillows, leaning against a wall. She looked around the new place they were in. Yet another marketplace, this time in the middle of nowhere. As she moved slightly the jewlery she wore around her arms and neck clinged together so that they would sound like the sound of money.<br><br>She sighed again. She could hardly remember where she came from anymore or why. All she could remember was that once everything had ben perfect. Then every bad thing in the world seemed to happen at once, and now she was here.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Noble Slave [ Kissin Kate &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 15:12:41</strong>
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				She arrived at the stall where her particular slave was held, and could immediately tell which one it was. Years ago, the slave's family had caused hers some grief, and she could see the resemblance clearly. Revealing that to the slave, however, would have spoiled the fun.<br><br>“What a lovely selection you have,” she said to the owner of the store – himself a slave selling slaves for his owner. “I think I'd like her,” she went on, pointing to her specific slave, “bring her up here, I'd like to inspect her. You don't mind that, do you? I thought not.”
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				Title: <strong>A Noble Slave (Open for play, missing a mistress)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 14:42:43</strong>
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				*The boy quickly nods and rushes over to me, grabbing my arm, and not so gently pulling me to my feet anf over to you. He then bows and takes a couple of steps back to give you the room.<br><br>I stare at you surprised that someone would even look at me as no one has showed any particular interest in me before. Then as I meet your eyes I quickly look down*
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