Obedience Stolen
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				Title: <strong>Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 22:56:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: french script mt;" class="bbc_font">Obedience Stolen</span></span><br><br>(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs4/i/2004/250/0/3/Owned_III_by_possession.png)</div><br><br>Madeline strode over the marbled floors, heading up stairs to her master bedroom. Her home stood two stories tall, with five bedrooms total, three bathrooms (one master), a kitchen, den, living room, laundry room, patio, balcony, and open room where her pool was. She moved in grace, silence. Everything about her was fluid. Her hair fell in smooth straight locks of red that were curled to spiral lightly at their ends, giving her hair some body. Her eyes were made more appealing with long dark lashes, her lips equally dolled by perfectly bright red lipstick. Her hips switched slowly as she walked further, reaching the second floor. Her heels clicked against the marbled stone beneath her; her dress (http://www.ourdiary.co.uk/Edwardian%20tea/Red%20dress%2003.jpg) comprised centrally of many red layers overlapping. Her shoes were black, strappy and almost vinyl in appearance. Her nails were long, painted with french tips along their curved ends. Everything about her, down to the diamond bracelets and necklace, was in perfect order. She radiated wealth, beauty, and elegance.<br><br>As Madeline reached her bedroom, she tugged the one thing in her hand. Her fair skinned fingers were wrapped around a strap of leather that attached itself to many small twisting chain links. And those chain links trailed to her side, to the slave she'd picked for herself. He was a gorgeous creature, she thought. Perfectly under her control, wrapped around her finger like most things. <br><br>The bedroom expanded before them as the door opened. A master bedroom (http://www.dreamhomedesignusa.com/jpegs/Master%20Bedroom%20Suite%20Mediterranean%20Style.jpg) laid before them, wide and vast with marbled white floors and wooden ceiling exposed. The furnishings were nice and stained light, some even white. Beige and cream colors filled the room with touches of gold, and it was elegant. The door shut, and Madeline turned to her slave.<br><br>"Fenris." She said, her voice frail and smooth. "Help me. Remove my jewelry, then put it away. And remove my dress; later to bring me my satin gown of carmine."<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 23:36:52</strong>
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				“Yes, my Mistress.”&nbsp; Fenris said with a bow of his head.<br><br>With precise delicate motions, the slave removed every piece of jewelry without struggling to unfasten a single clasp no matter how small or intricate.&nbsp; He started with the earrings, carefully removing them from Madeline’s ears with all the skill of a seasoned pick pocket that she wouldn’t have felt them taken from her ears.&nbsp; Once he positioned them in the palm of his hand, held in place with his pinky and ring finger, he moved on to the necklace and&nbsp; chained bracelets.&nbsp; Each was removed with quick, practiced motions where they were draped over his forearm while he moved on to the next.<br><br>Once every piece of jewelry was removed, he walked across the room with all the grace of a dancer until he stood before an ornate wooden box.&nbsp; Each article was placed exactly where his Mistress expected to find them with all the attention to their arrangement as a jeweler did to the display of their wares.&nbsp; With that task completed, he returned to Madeline and knelt before her with his head lowered.<br><br>“Would my Mistress wish me to remove her shoes before her dress?”<br><br>Fenris nodded as she acknowledged his question, his hands reaching out and unfastening the thin straps from around her ankles.&nbsp; Gently, he guided each foot only a few inches from the ground while allowing her to grip onto his shoulder for balance should she wish to do so.&nbsp; Once both shoes were off, he set them to the side and moved to her back to remove her dress.&nbsp; Fen slowly lowered the zipper with all the care and speed of a tender lover, the way his Mistress had taught him.&nbsp; When it reached the bottom, his hands slid along her back and up to her shoulders where he guided the thin straps down and off her arms.&nbsp; Slowly, he ran his hands along the sides of her body, coaxing the dress down her form until it was to her ankles allowing her to step out.&nbsp; As she did, he lifted the dress, carefully shook out any wrinkles and draped it over his forearm before retrieving the shoes and carrying both to a small rack near the closet.&nbsp; There, her garments would hang until he would later be ordered to take them to be cleaned.<br><br>Walking into the closet, he retrieved the gown that was requested and draped it over his forearm, being careful not to make creases within its fabric.&nbsp; Again, his graceful strides carried him to Madeline holding his forearm before him as he moved.&nbsp; As he stood before her, he lowered his head and extended his forearm, offering the gown to her should she wish to take it.<br><br>“I have done as you asked.&nbsp; Is there any way I may further serve my Mistress?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 00:09:55</strong>
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				When standing there she was only draped by a red satin bra and matching panties of a bikini styled form. She looked over at Fenris and smiled, extending her arms for him. Her green hues traced over his figure and raised back to his face. <br><br>"Remove my bra, and dress me for the night." Madeline said smoothly, licking her brilliant red lips. She let her eyes drift over to the large mirror at her dresser, seeing her slender pale form, with 'B' cup breasts that were humble and smooth, bearing a few freckles across her chest, and her sloping hips; her curves very subtle and generous. Elegant as well in the fashion of not being able to draw too much attention, though definitely having a form worth wanting. <br><br>"Hurry, I am aching for my bed."
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				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 00:36:33</strong>
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				“As you wish, my Mistress.”<br><br>Fenris stepped forward to Madeline, walking between her outstretched arms as he pulled his forearm holding the gown against his chest.&nbsp; His body stood only inches from hers, but he made sure his gaze remained on her lips, never venturing to her eyes or below her chin.&nbsp; Beholding her beauty without her permission was one of the quickest lessons he had learned.&nbsp; His free hand rose to her side until he felt the fabric of the bra and followed it to the clasp against her back.&nbsp; With a flick of his fingers, the tension of the bra was released allowing it to hang loosely against her supple breasts.&nbsp; After taking a step back, he slid the undergarment from her arms and laid it over his shoulder.<br><br>Undraping the gown from his arm, he oriented it and slid it over her arms so that they found their way through the thin shoulder straps.&nbsp; After which, he slowly stepped around to her back, allowing his hand to trail his movement against the skin of her arm.&nbsp; Once he stood behind her, he pressed his chest against her back and extended his arms along hers, catching the fabric of the gown while gently holding on to her forearms.&nbsp; Fen then guided her arms up to allow the gown to slide over her body, timing it perfectly so that the fabric never touched her face while guiding it the rest of the way down her lean figure until it hugged her frame from her firm breasts down to her smooth hips.&nbsp; No adjustment was necessary by the time Fen’s hands slid from the curve of her waist.<br><br>“Does my Mistress wish me to leave so she may retire for the night?”
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 00:43:25</strong>
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				"No." The answer was quick, sharp like a pricking needle. She reached up, gripping his cheeks between her finger and thumb. Madeline gazed unto him, eyes studying his as her lips gave the barest little twitch that hinted at a smile. Devoid of emotion, she drew her fingers together, finally leaving only one that traced over his lips and down to his chin. Then lower, and lower. Her hand moved like maple syrup dripping down his front. Tracing straight down in a quiet, slow trail. There was total silence in the room, save for the heavy clicking from a grandfather clock on the other side of the room. Finally, she let her fingers trace over the shape of his pants' button. Then the zipper. She turned her hand and cupped it against his front, gripping his manhood against her hand.<br><br>"You know what is required of you." The woman said in a whisper, her other hand gripping the leash and tugging it tight, pulling him closer. "Right here, Fenris." She looked over to the dresser, only bearing a jewelry box on the side. The top was cleared off. "Right here, on the dresser."
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				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:28:20</strong>
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				Fenris had just barely managed to restrain the moan that threatened to break his neutral composure.&nbsp; Although restricting emotions and thoughts came second nature, it had always been difficult for him to control his body’s natural reactions.&nbsp; Especially when it involved sensual touches.&nbsp; He was not permitted to break his composure until actually told to do so, lest he provokes his Mistress’s darker side.<br><br>He felt the tug that brought him closer to Madeline and did not resist.&nbsp; The corner of his lips curled up slightly into a restrained lustful grin.&nbsp; Fen’s voice came out in a heated whisper as he acknowledged, “As you desire, my Mistress.”&nbsp; His hands moved the edge of her gown, allowing his fingers to snake underneath both her gown and her panties until the palms of his hands rested upon her bare ass.&nbsp; Pulling her close, he lifted her from the ground, allowing her arms to wrap around his neck while he carried her to the dresser.&nbsp; In a quick motion, he set her upon the edge of the countertop and slid her underwear down enough to ensure she wouldn’t be inconvenienced with having to wiggle it out from under her.<br><br>Fen lowered himself before her until his teeth gripped the waistline of her panties, sliding it down her thighs and her legs until they came free from her feet.&nbsp; At this point, he was kneeling before his Mistress with his hands on the small of her back while lifting her gown just below her navel.&nbsp; He could feel the tug on his leash pulling him closer to her sex.&nbsp; The heat of his breath washed over her sex as he moved closer, bathing it in his warmth for a few seconds before continuing.&nbsp; Fenris’s tongue slid out from between his lips and traced along Madeline’s thighs slowly moving to the sweet scent of her nectar.&nbsp; Finally his tongue rested upon her outer lips, sliding over them slowly until it eventually made its way to her clit.&nbsp; Fen moved in closer until his lips were upon her sex with the middle of his tongue pressing against the orb of her pleasure, massaging it in slow motions.
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:38:08</strong>
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				Madeline wrapped her arms around his neck lightly as he lifted her, like a good slave, and carried her to the dresser. She spread her legs when he dress was lifted, and let him pull off her panties. She spread her legs for him then, drawing her legs up and apart. The palms of her feet rested on little curved drawer handles (http://www.ikeafans.com/galleries/images/5518/large/1_986459256505_0_ALB.jpg). She scooted closer to the edge, pressing her heated sex closer to his tongue, laying her head back. The redheaded mistress took in a slow, sensual breath as her eyes were shut and she bit onto her tongue a bit, feeling his tongue sweeping over her clit.<br><br>"Very good Fen. You've gotten better." She said quietly. <br><br>Madeline raised her head and looked down at the mess of smooth black hair that was Fen between her legs. Her fingers raised and combed through it, pushing it away from his face and holding it away, before removing her hands again. She pushed her own hair behind her ears, and looked down, chest rising more with deeper breaths. <br><br>"For two minutes, I want it for another two minutes."
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				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:57:03</strong>
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				A soft, barely audible moan responded to feeling his Mistress’s fingers through his hair and to her compliment.&nbsp; It was something that she would have felt more clearly on her clit rather than on her eardrums.&nbsp; Although he said nothing in response to her command, she knew that he acknowledged it; Fenris knew better than to break the stream of pleasure for a simple vocal affirmation.&nbsp; His tongue continued to dance along her clit for a few more seconds until the short motions turned into long licks along her orb starting at the back of his tongue and slowly moving towards the tip only to repeat.<br><br>The entire time he had been keeping track of the how much time had passed in the back of his mind.<br><br>After the first minute, his hand lifted to massage the wet lips of her sex while his tongue did the same to her clit.&nbsp; Once his finger had been coated in her nectar, he slowly slid it into her feeling the tightness envelope around it.&nbsp; There was no need for him to search for his Mistress’s g-spot, years of bringing her pleasure allowed him to know exactly where it was.&nbsp; The tip of his finger found the small patch of nerves inside of her sex and he applied moderate pressure as he massaged it in slow circles while his tongue mirrored the moves to her clit.&nbsp; As the seconds passed, he occasionally varied the pressure and speed according to the labored breathing and squeezing her hand on his shoulder or wherever her grip lays.<br><br>Fenris’s count finally reached two minutes, though he did not stop pleasing his Mistress.&nbsp; He only looked upon her with questioning eyes, letting her know that the time had passed and that he was ready for another command.
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:43:23</strong>
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				Madeline waited out the two minutes. His tongue tasted her clitoris and swirled over the pearl of pleasure over and over again. Soon his finger joined as well. She leaned her head back against the mirror, legs tensing. She moved one hand back to his shoulder, squeezing it gingerly to let him know he was doing good. But she did not make noises. Only that for labored breathing. Every time her slave stroked her G-spot, she spread her legs further, her body tensing up as she stopped breathing for a moment. Then she would continue, taking in slow, deep, emphasized breaths. Finally he looked up at her, and she spoke once more.<br><br>"Stop." Madeline said sternly. She let him move back, spreading her legs and situating her feet on the handles of her dresser drawers once more. She put her hands behind her, and flipped her hair back behind her, nodding. <br><br>"Come forward, undo your pants. Come and please me Fenris." She said. The woman gazed at him coolly. She curled her finger, and then looked at the clock- a sign of hers that he was taking too long to get to her.
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				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 03:29:58</strong>
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				Fenris did as his Mistress wished, he stood and hastily unfastened his pants, knowing that the glance at the clock was a sign that he had to hurry.&nbsp; Wasting no time with teasing or further foreplay, he positioned his hard cock against her wet sex, taking the briefest moment to make sure he wouldn’t miss.&nbsp; Aiming too high would provoke his Mistress’s displeasure, sliding too low or into the wrong orifice against her will would bring forth her wrath.&nbsp; He had only made that mistake once, and the punishment was enough for him to make certain it never happened again.&nbsp; Once he was sure he was lined up, he sunk himself deep within his Mistress with a quiet sigh of pleasure.<br><br>His hands rested against her hips, allowing him to add a little more force behind his thrusts.&nbsp; Fen started out slow, taking the time to pull back until his crown nearly slipped out then back in to the hilt of his sex.&nbsp; Even though it felt amazing to feel his Mistress’s tight pussy wrapped around his cock, he knew better than to allow himself to show this pleasure.&nbsp; Madeline would not allow it without her commanding such, a command that was quite rare.<br><br>The motion of his hips gradually quickened, to a moderate pace while he paid careful attention to her breathing.&nbsp; A few more minutes passed while he varied his pace between slow and fast while occasionally playing with her clit; each thrust sending another wave of pleasure through him that he had to keep hidden.&nbsp; He noticed Madeline take yet another glance at the clock and knew that he was not getting her to where she wanted to be quick enough.<br><br>Fen leaned his body against hers and curled his arms around her back so his hands rested upon her shoulders.&nbsp; This new position allowed him to thrust deeper and faster than before, moving his hips as fast as he could.&nbsp; The clapping of their bodies in motion was sounding at the same frequency as a person applauding, bringing with it continuous surges of pleasure.&nbsp; Fenris’ breathing became labored, but he knew better than to release and did all he could to prolong it from happening.
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 03:43:07</strong>
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				Madeline felt him push his manhood into her, closing her eyes and letting out a slight gasp. He pushed himself deeper, withdrew, then drilled himself in again. The room was filled with silence. All that was beyond the grandfather clock was the sounds of labored breathing and the occasional sound of his flesh hitting her own. Faster, and faster; she needed to go to bed but wanted her release. She'd be mad without it, desperate to have him drive her home with this. He was good too. She bit her tongue lightly and gasped, breathing hard. She wrapped her arms around him as he came closer, digging her nails into his rear and leaving crude red marks, even drawing a little blood. Faster and faster, harder as he slammed himself into her. His body was getting hot, and she didn't want him to sweat on her, she wanted him to get the job done so that she could go clean up and get to bed. <br><br>Finally it came closer. Closer, and closer til-<br><br>"Fen-ris." His name broke from her lips very quietly, broken up into two pieces. She hugged her body tight to his, nails leaving visible raw scratches against him as she curled into him. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath, as her pussy clenched his member and juice flowed lightly around him.<br><br>"G-go." She whispered into his ear. "Get yourself off in the bathroom, and then go to bed." She said quietly, leaning back against the mirror and breathing heavily, legs falling from the dresser.
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				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 04:56:50</strong>
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				The feeling of his Mistress climaxing in a flurry of clenching and scratching was like a drug to Fenris.&nbsp; He felt the high as she embraced him for only the briefest moment, the closest thing to affection he was ever really given.&nbsp; The sensation of which threatened to throw him over the edge into climax, but he managed to restrain himself before he ruined his Mistress’s pleasure.&nbsp; As he stood, hilt deep inside of her, fighting off his body’s urges, he felt the slightest hint of relief with her last command.&nbsp; There had been nights where she had not wished him to do such and it always made for an uncomfortable night.<br><br>“Thank you, my Mistress.”<br><br>Fenris pulled himself out of Madeline quickly enough to be punctual but not so much to seem overeager.&nbsp; Without saying another word, he walked into the master bathroom and closed the door behind him.&nbsp; His cock was still throbbing, eager to feel release as he gripped it.&nbsp; Leaning over the toilet with one hand planted on the tank, he began stroking himself quickly, feeling waves of pleasure that were only a shadow of what he felt while fucking his Mistress.&nbsp; He was so close to climaxing from thrusting into Madeline that it had only taken him a minute of firm stroking before his toned muscles tensed into an orgasm.&nbsp; The only noise he made indicating such was a restrained gasp that wasn’t even loud enough to echo off the bathroom walls as he spilled his seed into the toilet bowl, being careful not to get it anywhere else.&nbsp; Fenris stood there for a few short moments while he recovered from the pleasure that lingered in his body before using toilet paper to clean himself off.<br><br>Once finished, he flushed the toilet and washed his hands before leaving the bathroom in complete silence.&nbsp; His Mistress would in bed trying to sleep and even the slightest noise would displease her.&nbsp; The lights in the room were already turned off as he slid out of his pants and underwear, folding them into a precise square and placed them in a little cubby under the clothes rack where he hung his Mistress’s gown.&nbsp; In complete nudity, aside from his leash and collar, he walked to the corner of the room where &nbsp;his bed (http://www.testedonanimals.org.uk/ekmps/shops/justlikeclock/images/extra-large-dog-beds-11-c%5Bekm%5D300x200%5Bekm%5D.jpg) was placed.&nbsp; Lowering himself into it, Fenris curled into a ball and rested his head on the small pillow he was provided, falling asleep almost instantly.
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 05:51:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: ar julian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">~The Next Evening~</span></span></div><br>Madeline was enraged. She raised her hand and brought it forward, cutting through the air as the gloved (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/SH-219.jpg) hand met his cheek. She slapped him hard, Fen's cheek marked by her blow. She was extremely turned on, but extremely pissed all at once. <br><br>"Do you know that that was the CEO of Phalacin Aid? I could've gotten in a share of one of the most productive sexual medicines company around. And you <em>ruined</em> it you fucking scoundrel of a <em>dog</em>." She gripped his throat between her fingers, fingers wrapped over his collar. She reached around the back of it, and unfastened it, letting it fall to the floor. The rattle of the chain leash landing with it enthralled the silence in the room. <br><br>Fenris was unable to resist, should he ever have even fathomed to. His wrists were bound by vinyl cuffs (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/PL-Ankle-Cuff-114.jpg) that bore several clasps that allowed her to draw chains between them or anything else. His wrists were hooked together with only two inches of moving space, with one chain hooking between the two cuffs and raising to hook on a round silver ring on the rich carmine red wall. The floor was dark hardwood, the room devoid of much beyond a pool table, black leather reclining chair that had been doctored with belts for holding someone down, and a tall shelf of accessories, a wardrobe of outfits, and a wooden chest full of all things between. Fenris' ankles both had the same type of cuff on them, except his legs were spread a bit and they hooked each to one of the many hanging rings in the wall. <br><br>Her body was draped in series of red vinyl lingerie (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/GW-V9044-L.jpg), consisting of a bikini piece, skirt, and hoseiry. Her shoes were red knee-length boots (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/PL-VANITY-2013.jpg), the top part folding over the front. Her hair was tied into a bun with one tendril loose and hanging by her face. <br><br>Fenris, however, was only wearing the vinyl thong (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/EM-V9211.jpg) that bore a zipper down the front.<br><br><br>She leaned closer, gripping his throat tighter, while her other hand gripped a small cattails whip (http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-12470643254795_2113_203152151). When she released his throat her other arm hauled back and brought forth the whip. It lashed across his chest and many long red welts formed there. She grinned darkly, biting her painted red lips.<br><br>"You fucking disgrace. I don't know why I keep you sometimes, you only seem to be useful for your <em>body</em>." She scorned, reaching across his chest and caressing the wounds before drawing down. She pressed her hand against his thong and gripped his manhood, cupping it hard and pressing her hand into it roughly. "Do you like this? You dog... Do you like when I <em>hurt</em> you?" She reached back with that hand, and a second time, brought the whip across him, demanding an answer.
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				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 06:12:27</strong>
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				The blow had hit Fenris hard, bringing a sharp pain through his face though he did not wince.&nbsp; Acknowledging pain to his Mistress would only encourage her violence.&nbsp; He had not known precisely what he had done wrong; he simply followed his Mistress’s orders as he was trained.&nbsp; Fen remained silent however, waiting for Madeline to command or punish.&nbsp; That is until she tore his collar from his neck bringing forth a surge of emotions.&nbsp; Chaos ran in his mind as he desperately hoped for his Mistress to tell him to do something, to guide his mind, but she did not.<br><br>Madeline’s hostility was now hitting him hard, each criticism brought with it raw feelings of doubt and grief.&nbsp; The insults continued, guiding his freed thoughts into self-loathing and depression.&nbsp; The weight of this caused his legs to weaken until they no longer supported him, causing him to hang by the cuffs around his wrists.&nbsp; He felt Madeline’s strong grip on his manhood, it was both uncomfortable and pleasurable.&nbsp; Her question was followed immediately by a swarm of bee stings across his chest as the whip snapped against his skin, the strike doing just as much damage to his emotions.&nbsp; Fenris only knew one answer to her question.&nbsp; <br><br>“Yes, my Mistress.&nbsp; Please punish me more."
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 06:35:35</strong>
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				"Of course you like it, you <em>freak.</em>" She reached back and lashed the whip once more, seeing his legs buckle as he hung. She reached forward with her free hand, her gloved hand running into his hair. She gripped a handful and jerked him hard, turning his face up to her own. She brought her lips close, but refused to kiss him, a scoundrel's lips. Madeline stared down to him, her bright green eyes full of anger and lust.<br><br>"You are only worth your cock. Stand, you imbecile." She whispered, cracking the whip across the outside of his left leg. When he responded she reached for his thong, undoing the zipper slowly, and letting his manhood be unveiled. She put the whip's handle underneath it and held it up, stepping closer until his cock's head was pushing against the cold vinyl of her skirt. <br><br>"Punishment you shall get." She leaned forward, growling the words. "Tonight, you are not permitted your release. Should you cum, then you will be punished without food, and you'll be staying in this dungeon for more than just this night. And... should you free your seed, you shall also be going... without your <em>collar</em>." <br><br>She moved back, putting the whip onto the pool table. She unhooked the straps between her hosing and her skirt, tossing them aside, then leaning down to undo the chains holding his ankles to the wall. Madeline then glided across the basement/dungeon, leaning into chest of secrets. She pulled out chain extensions, lubricant, and a small blue glass object. As she approached, she sat the last two items down and moved to extend his wrist chains, so that he could lower his hands a bit, having freedom to also spread them to his sides and apart. But his wrists could not move any lower than his shoulders. Madeline leaned down then, and picked up the two items.<br><br>She popped open the lube and poured it over the glass anal screw (http://content1.adameve.com/hustlersinfulscrew-ia-r-ib-r464_1201216-600x600.jphe), running her fingers over it and wetting every dip and grove. She hooked her fingers around the handle piece then leaned closer to Fenris. She drew his thong down, removing it by unzipping it all the way to the back, letting the pieces fall to his ankles. She placed the cold glass tip at his rear, and ran her hand over the swollen marks on his chest.<br><br>"Tell me if you like it." She commanded coldly, pushing it inside of him, twisting the handle and letting the glass probe screw into him slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 06:57:20</strong>
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				The insults continued to bear down on Fenris’ mind, though he did nothing but submit to his Mistress.&nbsp; As she moved in, Fenris prayed for a kiss; a sensation that he only experienced a handful of times but each one was etched in his memory along with the pleasure that came with it.&nbsp; Instead, he was ordered to stand and was grateful to have some direction for his thoughts, no matter how brief.&nbsp; He felt his thong loosen as she unzipped it, exposing his manhood to the open air.&nbsp; Fen let out a short moan as she used the whip to move his cock then press it against her skirt, his sounds of pleasure no longer restrained by the collar.<br><br>Fear filled his being as she warned him not to release and of the repercussions should he do so.&nbsp; An entire night without his collar or direction would prevent him from sleeping and turn a night into an eternity of confusion.<br><br>“A-as you wish, my Mistress.”<br><br>Fenris watched as Madeline removed a portion of her clothing, a surge of desire coursed through his body causing his sex to harden.&nbsp; It would be an uphill struggle to keep from climaxing now that he would be exposed to raw lust and pleasure, his body would be fighting his mind the entire way.&nbsp; He looked at the objects she removed from her chest and he bit his lower lip once he recognized the toy she held.&nbsp; Fen felt both nervous and excited at the same time.<br><br>He felt his sole garment fall to his ankles, feeling extremely vulnerable without the reassuring security of his collar.&nbsp; Fen’s pulse quickened as the cool glass toy rested against his anus.&nbsp; He let out a shrill moan as he felt the toy slide deep within him, bringing both pleasure and pain.<br><br>“Yes, my Mistress, I like the pleasure you bring me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 07:05:15</strong>
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				"Of course you do." She scorned. Her fingers turned the toy faster, the glass screw twisting inside of him, penetrating deeper. Soon it was burned up to the handle and she released it, letting it sit there for a moment. She reached down to his manhood and gripped it, her gloved hands drawing over it. That was one thing- Madeline <em>never</em> touched his bare member. She wouldn't do it unless she had on gloves or she would make him do it himself. Even when he needed guidance inside of her, or for any reason at all, she refused to touch the bare skin of his cock. She withdrew her other glove using her teeth, running her sharp nails over his chest slowly. Suddenly, when they reached his top right shoulder, she dug them in and ripped her hand diagonally, growling as marks came to be, blood gently appearing on his skin. Her eyes darkened noticeably as she bit her lip, hard nipples pressing against the red vinyl bra she wore. <br><br>"Yes, you get so hard off of it all." She whispered, leaning closer. Where the blood came up, she let her tongue trace over his skin, wetting the slender and shallow wounds. She returned back to standing upright, and smacked the side of his legs once. "Bring your hips out a bit, bend your knees. Drop your body and angle yourself." She commanded. Madeline moved then, lifting her left leg. She rolled her skirt up, exposing her the pink lips of her sex glistening with the dew brought forth in excitement. She hooked the heel of her boot in one of the mid-level rings on the wall, keeping her leg up. She wrapped her arm around his neck, and moved closer, angling herself for him. She used her other hand to reach between their legs and gently pushed his head into her nether lips, her gloved fingers moving after he was able to push just a half inch or so inward. She then wrapped that arm around the back of his leg, and gripped the screw, grinning darkly.<br><br>"Now, fuck me Fenris. With every thrust, you grind into me, and with every retreat, you get screwed yourself." She muttered darkly, placing one soft kiss on his chest before biting gently at the spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 07:34:50</strong>
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				Fenris lets out a heated cry as she slid the toy deep inside of him and twisted it.&nbsp; It felt good and odd at the same time, despite the twinge of pain that came along with it; he found pleasure from it.&nbsp; For that moment, he allowed himself to grow accustomed to its presence while his breathing became a little excited.&nbsp; The feeling of her gloved hand on his cock forced a moan out of him, barely restraining himself from thrusting into her grip before he hissed in response to the nails digging into his flesh.&nbsp; Even seconds after it had been done, he could feel the pain lingering and feel the blood begin to seep out slowly.<br><br>As she continued, Fen became awash with sensations and emotions, both pleasurable and uncomfortable.&nbsp; His mind was beginning to become overwhelmed again, until he was given another command that he followed immediately.&nbsp; Each order was another small support to keep from being overwhelmed by his raging and conflicting emotions.&nbsp; The sight of her glistening sex sent another wave of desire through him, one that nearly caused him to try to mount her.&nbsp; Such an action would have brought dire consequences.&nbsp; He felt her guide his cock into her tightness and shuttered in ecstasy with the sensations.<br><br>Finally, she gave him a command that would be able to guide his thoughts and focus his attention.&nbsp; Fen had his Mistress’s permission to give in to his lust and he didn’t even think twice about the grip she had on the toy buried in his ass.&nbsp; It would only bring more pleasure to him at this point.&nbsp; A primal smile spread across his face as he thrust deeply into his Mistress, feeling the toy slide a little ways out of him.&nbsp; Fen growled hungrily as he retreated feeling both the lips of her sex slide along his cock while the toy slid deep into his ass.&nbsp; The awkwardness of the toy did little to slow down his fervor as he slammed himself into Madeline over and over again as lust overtook him.&nbsp; After a minute, he fell deeper into his craze and bit into his Mistress’s bicep enough to get a grip but not inflict pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 08:03:11</strong>
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				He pushed into her hungrily, and Madeline instantly knew his need for her. She groaned quietly with that first thrust that was almost a bit rough, thrusting into her pussy very suddenly. She dipped her head down a bit as he plunged deeper into him. She kept her arm wrapped tight around his neck, her other arm still firmly in place so that he was drilling back on the screw. She parted her lips, breathing becoming labored as her eyes lulled almost shut with desire. He thrust into harder than ever when he was without his collar. Sex was his greatest command she could give, his body a piece of artwork. <br><br>"Yes Fenris..." She said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Harder, please me." She knew at this rate she was going to be closing in on orgasm excessively fast. She dipped her head until her forehead fit into the crook of his neck, her back still arched so that her hips came down at the perfect angle for him to thrust into her. She had a hard time holding the position with her arm soon, as she was trembling. <br><br>Madeline finally let out one quiet, high pitched moan. It sounded almost like a wind chime, and it was fairly beautiful against the ears. She gasped and breathed against his chest, and licked her lips, finally getting closer and closer.<br><br>"I'm about to cum Fen. " She groaned. "Faster, make me climax..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 08:23:44</strong>
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				A bestial roar was muffled by his Mistress’s bicep as he sped up his thrusts as much as the awkward positioning would allow.&nbsp; He could feel his cock swelling and throbbing with pleasure, though his mind was so lost in his primal lust that he could put off his own climax for several more minutes even a this pace.&nbsp; His own body working with his mind to delay orgasm for the sake of prolonging the intense ecstasy.&nbsp; Every nerve in Fenris’s body was sending unending sensations of pleasure to his brain to the point where all other thoughts and awareness not relating to fucking his Mistress were wiped from his mind.<br><br>Faster, his body desired to go faster and deeper.&nbsp; Fenris found himself struggling against his bonds, wanting to lay his Mistress on the pool table where he would be able to significantly increase the force and speed behind each thrust.&nbsp; After a few frustrated seconds, he gave up the fight and contented himself with bringing pleasure to the both of them while in that position.&nbsp; He could feel the anal toy a little more clearly now, a sign that the lube was beginning to wear off.&nbsp; Still, he did not let that distract him, he could feel his Mistress’s body begin to tense and he desired to feel her bury herself into him as she came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 08:53:08</strong>
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				She groaned again, feeling her orgasm creeping closer. Closer and closer, as she held onto his neck. She dug the toy deep into his anus suddenly, her wrist having curled so that she could grip it and twist it 720 degrees, burying it inside of him for the most part. Her fingers then drew over his rear, pushing into his skin though not scratching him due to the glove. She ran her gloved fingers over his body, finally moving back down, gripping his ass's cheek and pulling him into her body, her thighs aching from the one leg up position. <br><br>"Close... so close..." She finally said. Both hands finally locked around his neck and he thrust into her and finally it hit. Her body froze and she stopped breathing, holding her breath. Her body trembled lightly as she cradled herself against his body, unable to move back and take him outside of her womb. She breathed a hot, long breath over his skin, and finally brought her leg down. His cock slipped out of her pussy as she stepped away, rolling the vinyl skirt down.<br><br>"Good. I'll be back for you after my shower. I'll put your collar on then, and you can go to bed." She said. <br><br>Madeline turned back to face him, and looked at his glistening member, still throbbing and hard, and coated in a thick juicy sheen as the dungeon smelled like hot sex. <br><br>"It was good sex. Now, try to get rid of that thing before I come back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 09:13:25</strong>
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				The sudden force and motion of the toy is his ass surprised him, causing him to pull away from it out of reflex, forcing him to be the deepest within his Mistress that he had been all night.&nbsp; Fenris could feel his body begin to the pleasure rather than simply making him aware of it.&nbsp; His Mistress’s maneuver had pulled him out of his craze enough to risk climaxing.&nbsp; Fen’s mind was still being overpowered by his lust and he hadn’t even considered slowing down his pace.&nbsp; Finally, he felt his Mistress cum on his throbbing member, embracing him in the way he had grown to love.&nbsp; Without his collar, he could feel untamed emotions of affection and passion mix in with the lust, driving it back enough to slow his pace and keep him from shooting his seed inside of her.<br><br>It took all of the self-control he had to remain motionless while she clung to him.&nbsp; He was on the precipice of climax and even one more deep thrust could throw him over the edge.&nbsp; Fen’s muscles tensed as he felt himself slide out of her soaked sex, his vision darkened for a fraction of a second as he had avoided spilling his seed by the narrowest of margins.&nbsp; The only thing that saved him was the uncontrollable fear of being without his collar throughout the night.<br><br>Fenris stood there, panting hotly as he watched his Mistress walk away.&nbsp; Minutes passed and his lust and erection subsided, replaced by a growing anxiety as his mind once again began to flood with unguided emotions and thoughts.&nbsp; His only saving grace was the complement his Mistress had given him before leaving, keeping his mental state in the positive lines of thought despite his sore groin and aching scrotum that resulted from being denied release, not to mention the fact that she had left the toy buried within his ass.&nbsp; He felt himself missing the presence of his Mistress and the comfort of his collar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 09:25:38</strong>
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				Two hours passed; two long cold hours. She finally returned, bringing a wine glass with ice water inside of it. Madeline approached him, reaching back and pulling the toy out of his ass that had been nestled tight inside of him and probably making him some good bit sore. She tossed it aside for now, reaching up and undoing his chains. She took the chains off of his vinyl cuffs and let him keep the cuffs on while he was staying in the dungeon. She came to him and brushed her fingers over his cheek, before turning. Madeline had yet to say a thing. She took his collar though, and put it back around his neck.<br><br>"For a job well done." Madeline said coldly, moving with his leash in her hand towards the cage in the far corner. It was a human kennel (http://dirkmancuso.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/steel-puppy-cage.jpg), which had a dark blue throw blanket folded up on the bottom of it, one small head pillow in the corner. She stopped before he could step inside and handed him the glass.<br><br>"Drink up, and get inside." The glass was handed back to her and she sat it on the shelf, watching him crawl into the cage. There she hooked his leash to the bar inside the cage, shutting the door to his cage once he was inside. "Goodnight, she said, and she moved through the dungeon and upstairs, cutting out the light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 09:43:38</strong>
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				As the long hours passed, Fenris’s mind continued to roam.&nbsp; For the first few minutes he was still floating from the affection and praise his Mistress had given him.&nbsp; As time passed he became overwhelmed by frustration, feeling claustrophobic and desperately tried to break free of his bonds with no luck.&nbsp; Eventually he settled into a somber depression as he allowed his body to hang by the bonds on his wrists, though thanks to the additional links he was able to do so with his knees on the floor.<br><br>Fenris heard his Mistress returning and immediately returned to his feet with the same excitement that a dog has upon the return of its master.&nbsp; The sudden removal of the toy from his ass sent a streak of pain though him, he was aware that there was no longer any lubricant on it when it was pulled out.&nbsp; But that feeling was replaced by joy as she ran her fingers along his face and seeing her retrieve his collar.<br><br>Once it was put back into place, he felt the tide of his thoughts and emotions subside as he internally sighed in relief.&nbsp; “Thank you, my Mistress.”&nbsp; Fen followed her towards his bed and gratefully accepted the water, drinking it quickly before crawling into his cage and curling into a ball on his blanket.&nbsp; The cage gave him little room to move, while curled up; he had no more than two inches on either side of him.&nbsp; He did not mind, it was not as comfortable as his bed in his Mistress’s room, but it was much better than being left chained to the wall.&nbsp; The windowless room&nbsp; became pitch black as Madeline turned off the lights and closed the door.&nbsp; Fenris promptly fell asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 10:08:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: ar julian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">~3 a.m.~</span></span></div><br>The night had swept in, and Madeline was in a deep sleep on the second floor of her manor. And little did anyone know of the plan about to unfold.<br><br><em>"Vamos. Abre la puerta."</em> A smooth, feminine voice came. It was rich, a low alto that was like dark chocolate on the ears. The window slid open, quietly, and the people poured in. A team of three. <br><br>The first was Antonio, a tall broad-shouldered Hispanic man who looked out as a body guard while the other two came in. The second was a thinner man, slender but scholarly looking. And the last was a woman, shorter than the two men but still tall by a height of 5'7. All three had their faces partially hidden, and in a matter of seconds, continued the plan.<br><br><em>"Está bien. Desirae tomar las escaleras, me quedo con piso de arriba, Romeo uso de la palabra en primer lugar."</em> The man waved his fingers, and the three split up. Even against the marbled floor, their boots did not make much sound at all, even Desirae.<br><br>The woman moved with an ethereal speed and stealth, heading towards the stairs heading down. She moved down them hastily, her calf-high brown boots (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/PL-Hunter-200-brown.jpg) making very soft, dream-like clicks against the floor. When she reached the dungeon though, she was completely silent, noting the fact that there was carpeting down here. And no light, save for what was coming in from&nbsp; the open stairwell now. The woman reached over, and clicked on the light, and was amazed at what she saw; as she was assured that what saw her would be amazed too.<br><br>Desirae stood tall in her brown lace-up boots, with three/four inch heels and rubber grips to keep her from making much noise. Her pants were skin-tight denim jeans that were tucked into the tops of her boots flawlessly, probably skinny jeans from one's guess. Her top was a black tank top that hugged the hourglass shape of her figure from where her low riding pants to her chest where the shirt ended at the top. Along her arms she had laces that led down into netted fingerless gloves (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/HL-HU63194.jpg), which beheld her nimble fingers and short fingernails. Her neck had a small silver chain with a white gold cross on its end, glittering in the light. Her mouth was covered by a black veil that tied behind her neck, ending an inch below her eyes. Her eyes were visible, long lashes and bright hues, but they were hazed by the yellow lenses of night vision glasses that sat on her face like sunglasses. Her hair was brushed straight at the roots and pulled back into a low ponytail that burst with dark coffee-colored curls and waves. <br><br>She put a hand on her hip and shook her head, unsure of what to think.<br><br><em>"Bueno, son sus secretos para siempre en marcha."</em> She said, her native Spanish rich and pure, flowing from unseen lips. The woman walked towards the cage, kneeling down and opening up the cage. Without even halting to hear what he would say or pay any attention to anything that he might be concerned with, she just spoke regardlessly as her fingers gripped the end of the leash.<br><br>"Ain't that a bitch, tying up a grown man like this." Desirae scoffed, undoing the leash and tugging it. As soon as the naked man was out, she was planning on letting go, but you never know what surprises await. "Hey, look kid, we're busting out of here. Okay?" She said, lacing her fingers through the black loop of his leash.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 10:25:39</strong>
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				Fenris remained in a deep sleep until the lights in the room suddenly flicked on.&nbsp; Even though his eyes opened quickly, he had to blink several times to become adjusted to the light and to shake off the sleep that still lingered.&nbsp; He looked over his shoulder to look upon Madeline who was surely there to give him some command so late at night.&nbsp; Instead, another woman stood in the doorway, one whom he had never met before.&nbsp; All he did was tilt his head in wonder, though his face shown no hint of his confusion.&nbsp; His eyes followed her movements the entire way across the room waiting to see what she would do.<br><br>His eyebrow quirked only the slightest as Fen watched the stranger reach out and his eyes widened as she grabbed the leash.&nbsp; The gentle tug of the leash urged him out of the cage until he stood before his new handler.&nbsp; He took a moment to take in all of her physical features for the sake of committing it to memory for future commands instead of being sexual in nature.&nbsp; Fenris listened to her first command.<br><br>“As you wish, my Mistress.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 10:36:36</strong>
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				Desirae raised an eyebrow at his words, and rolled her eyes.<br><br>"Whatever dungeon boy. I bet she's got you on PCP." She tugged the leash then and even whistled, stopping to look down at the man's hanging manhood. "Good God!" She whispered loudly, eyes wide as she looked up at the man. She looked down between his legs again and sighed. He needed something to wear out. She turned and- with leash in hand- began to shuffle through all the weird things in the wardrobe to find him something to wear. But as she peeled through it all, she was only thrown more into the oddity that was the dungeon of Madam Rose. <br><br>"This is like Alice in Sexland or something." She muttered, finally pulling out a pair of leather shorts (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgnNJtgXKJ4/R6X1hJ6CQoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nptHjs1K_Gc/s320/Untitled-1.jpg). She held them in her hand and then unzipped them, staring at their anatomy once more before jutting her hand out, stuffing them into his hand. "Put them on." Dez said quietly, looking in the wardrobe for anything else. She found so many things she had never seen before, and she could only blink and hold back the laughter. But later she released there was no jacket for this man, only those leather briefs.<br><br>So she reached into his cage and pulled out the throw, throwing it around his shoulders. Dez slowed her track as she pulled it together over his chest, seeing the scratches and lash marks. She traced her fingers over them slowly, gasping quietly beneath the black bandanna on her face. She ran her fingers over his skin, down the marks, then up again, eyes meeting his.<br><br>"C-come on." She called to him gently. And with that, she raced to the other end of the dungeon, cutting out the light and heading to the window on the first floor.<br><br>She reached into her pocket when they had crawled outside the window, and she withdrew her cell phone. She sent Antonio and Romeo a text message, she had gotten what she needed. They replied eagerly with an 'okay', but they were there for reaches. Desirae had come for a secret; and found it. She turned then and continued, leading the grown man down out of the grass to the sidewalk, then to the street, down a short ways, and to the black Kia Soul that was parked there. She opened the door, and gestured for him to get in, releasing the leash. She came around, got inside, and then locked the doors. The car started with her key and she turned down the sound of some radio station, creating silence as she cut off her air conditioner, knowing that the man might be cold with such few clothes on.<br><br>"So, what's your name?" She said, looking over to him. She took off her glasses, folding them up against her visor. Then she removed the cloth around her full lips, tossing it into the back seat. She released the tie in her hair and her curls bundled around her neck in dark thick locks of silk. And her attention came to him once more, before her fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, and they headed off down the road.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 10:50:14</strong>
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				Fen followed his Mistress’s lead until she whispered in a surprised tone.&nbsp; He noticed that her gaze had run the length of his body and paused upon his manhood.&nbsp; “Is something the matter, my Mistress?”&nbsp; His question was left hanging in the air as she led him to the wardrobe.&nbsp; Fen waited patiently as she dug around for several moments until she found a pair of pants that she offered him.&nbsp; He put them on in silence, having trouble acclimating to his new Mistress’s behaviors.&nbsp; She had gaped at his sex, but had not commanded him to give her pleasure; something that he had never expected.&nbsp; After accepting the small blanket, he continued following Desirae in absolute silence until she guided him into a vehicle.&nbsp; Even though he was no longer possessed by Madeline, the lesson of not disturbing her slumber was something that was deeply ingrained into his mind.<br><br>“My name is Fenris Wolfe.&nbsp; May I ask what my new Mistress calls herself?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 10:57:50</strong>
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				She listened to the man speak, and it was like being sucked into a shitty romance novel that's collecting dust somewhere in a Goodwill's book section. But she just took a deep breath, and tried to be patient. She had no idea what this man had been through, and deep down she knew already that this broken human was going to be living with her for a while until she could teach him to walk amongst society- or either give him back to Madeline broken from her training. <br><br>"First off, my name is not Mistress, <em>Fenris.</em>" His name slipped off of her tongue slowly the first time she said it, and she relaced her fingers around the steering wheel. "My name is Desirae Picaro, you can call me Desirae, Dez, or anything else; just cut back on the Mistress. It's totally awkward, comprende?" <br><br>She looked over at him again, and pressed her boot to the gas, going sixty now. She lived about an hour and a half away from the Rose manor... <br><br>"Soooo..." She drew it out awkwardly, looking back at Fen. Her eyes studied him, those light, creamy hazel hues studying him. "You uh, hungry? You eat? We're running past a few fast food places if you want a bite. Just tell me what you want." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 11:13:16</strong>
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				Fenris found himself at odds for a moment with Desirae’s request.&nbsp; For years he had been trained to refer to his handler as ‘my Mistress’ and only as such, but he was also trained to obey his handler’s orders first and foremost.&nbsp; He could tell it would be difficult changing his habits to suit his new Mistress’s expectations.<br><br>“As you wish, my Mis-…&nbsp; As you wish, my Desirae.”<br><br>A few minutes passed with only the radio breaking the silence as Fen looked out the windows.&nbsp; He had never before been permitted to sit in the front of a vehicle, even whenever it was only Madeline and himself in the vehicle.&nbsp; It was an odd experience to him.<br><br><em> "Soooo...&nbsp; You uh, hungry? You eat? We're running past a few fast food places if you want a bite. Just tell me what you want."</em><br><br>Fenris’ eyes opened wide as he faced Desirae, the closest thing to staring in shock while he wore his collar.&nbsp; That was the first time he had ever been asked something, anything where his opinion was actually requested.&nbsp; He had no idea how to respond, fearing that it may have been a trick his new Mistress wished to play upon him.&nbsp; To give her an excuse to torture him.<br><br>“I- uh…”&nbsp; Fen blinked, still trying to comprehend the sudden ordeal which he had found himself in.&nbsp; “It does not matter to me, whichever my Desirae desires.”<br><br>His eyes returned to looking out the passenger window, slightly nervous that he would be asked another question or be given another contradictory command.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 11:20:40</strong>
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				The first time he called her 'my Desirae', she just dipped her head and shook it, as if thinking <em>''man what a task I've been given''</em>. But the second time, she could only burst out in laughter. A broad smile took over Desirae's lips as she looked over at the man and raised an eyebrow.<br><br>"What the hell man? Look, scratch out the 'my'. You can call me 'Desirae'. No my, no my Mistress. And you don't have to end every sentence with my name." She looked over the road and saw a small mom and pop's styled drive-thru. She slowed the car and pulled up, staring out at the menu and parking the car. "Okay." She began. Desirae looked over to him, reaching out then. Her fingers grazed his shoulder as she pushed the blanket to cover up his bare chest and tucked it over his crotch a bit. "Jesus, I haven't been this close to a man since my senior year of high school." She groaned. <br><br>"Anyways. Look, I'm going to best describe to you, as I can, normal food. This place has cheeseburgers. Think of a beef patty with lettuce, tomato, usually a condiment, and cheese. On bread. Or a hot dog. Think of ..." <em>What the fuck are hot dogs made out of?</em> "Think of something like chicken-" <em>Because everything tastes like chicken you retard,</em> "scratch that. Think of a chicken, pork, beef mixture on a long little sausage thing, on a bun, with usually condiments, chili, sometimes cole slaw. Now, if you want to get real interesting, they have battered deep fried onions, called <em>onion rings</em>. Or chicken nuggets if you want to play it safe. Now, pick something off of that menu or I'll be getting you one of each. And, er..." She sighed. There was so much about this sheltered man, she wondered what kind of task she was getting into. Definitely one that would have her screaming her brains out and trying to rip out her curls by the end of the week. "And I'll get you a water."<br><br>"Now, what will it be?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 11:45:29</strong>
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				Fenris’ demeanor never changed when she corrected him again.&nbsp; He knew it was for the best that his collar was still on; he doubted he would have handled this frustration otherwise.<br><br>“As you wish.”<br><br>He felt Desirae adjust his ‘clothing’ and once again found himself confused.&nbsp; Madeline would have never made an effort to adjust anything on him, at least in any other method aside from hitting him until he got it correct.&nbsp; Fen listened as she described a whole list of food that sounded completely alien to him and he looked upon the building and found it unlike any other he had been at before.&nbsp; Yet another question arose that he had to answer, but he decided to follow his Mistress’ advice.<br><br>“I would like the chicken nuggets, please.”<br><br>That simple sentence took a lot out of him; his mind was already at ends with the laundry list of changes and contradictions.&nbsp; All the while, his new Mistress seemed to only press harder with her challenging commands.&nbsp; Fenris began to feel muted fear towards his new Mistress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 11:53:50</strong>
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				Desirae stared at him for a moment, just a blank, dull expression. "You're really getting the ch-" She suddenly stopped herself, turning and opening up the door. "I'm just getting you one of everything." She said under her breath. When she got out of the car, standing up, she pointed back inside and shook her hand. "Stay. Inside. The. Car." She was about to shut the door but she quickly turned back and added on a "Good boy." <br><br>Dez walked up to the window, watching a young girl open it up and ask with a sweet little voice what she'd like. Her pen hovered over her pad and Desirae rubbed her temples.<br><br>"All right. Two cheeseburgers, load it- no onions though. One hotdog, everything. Two onion rings. A five piece chicken nugget..." She looked up at the menu and sighed. "Four bottles of water." She paused again. "And can I get three cookies, like the big chocolate chip ones?" The young girl nodded and charged it all up.<br><br>"That'll be twenty-two, ninety-five." Her voice came on smoothly. Dez reached into her pocket and pulled out a twenty and a five, telling the girl to keep the change. She leaned against the column underneath the short alcove then, waiting for the order. Ten minutes passed and she couldn't help but keep looking towards her car, as if inside the passenger's seat Fenris was going to go on a whim and get naked. Who knew what kind of things Madeline had taught him, Desirae thought. Maybe he was a stripper, or a brain washed sex&nbsp; slave (which low and behold that Dez didn't want to think it, seemed the most logical option in her mind), or some dog for Madeline's entertainment. Maybe he was like some science fiction experiment, and she had taken out his ability to deny her, and was using her to create a dr-<br><br>"Order up." They girl called. Ten minutes had passed, her mind having wandered to the far off reaches of illogicality. <br><br>She picked up the bags and got back in the car, the three bags hefty. One bag was just bottled water, which she sat in the middle part of the seats, then the rest was food which had a hot yummy aroma that filled the car.<br><br>"Okay, so, we're going to eat here." She pulled out his chicken nuggets, then continued to give him his cheeseburger, hotdog, and onion rings. Then she leaned two bottles of water onto his leg. "Feast away Prince Charming."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 18:59:17</strong>
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				Fenris was glad that she had finally given him a command that he could perform without going against his teachings.&nbsp; A significant portion of anxiety vanished with the compliment his Mistress had given him immediately before leaving.&nbsp; As the minutes passed Fen remained seated, the only movement was of his head as he looked around at all the people outside of the car, making sure to keep an eye on Desirae should she beacon him for any reason.&nbsp; The throw around his shoulders gradually began to slide from his form until it lay on his lap, once again exposing his toned abdomen.&nbsp; Fen only looked at it as is fell, making no effort to catch it or replace it; he had only been commanded to don the pants, he dared not adjust clothing that had been placed upon him by his Mistress.<br><br>His eyes remained upon Desirae as she walked towards the car carrying a load of food.&nbsp; Had she not ordered him to remain in the car, he would not have hesitated to go to her and offer to carry her burden.&nbsp; It was an oddity to see his Mistress do labor, no matter how simple and common.&nbsp; The aroma of the food filled the car once she entered, he could not focus on individual contradicting smells.&nbsp; Fen accepted the food and let it remain on his lap for a moment, even after he was commanded to eat.&nbsp; The Mistress was always to be the first to take a bite unless specifically ordered to do otherwise.&nbsp; He looked upon it with interest, though became a little anxious when he noticed there was no silverware.&nbsp; Such a thing was usually a sign that he had invoked his Mistress’s displeasure enough that she felt he deserved to eat like the animal he was.&nbsp; He believed this was a result of calling her by a name she did not wish to be referred to as.<br><br>Fen blinked when he watched Desirae grab her food and eat with her bare hands.&nbsp; <em>Is she displeased with herself also?</em>&nbsp; He hesitated for a moment before grabbing the round sandwich on his tray, eating it in the same manner as his Mistress.&nbsp; Out of the corner of his eye, he paid attention to Desirae; eating what she ate and how she ate it so that he did not make a mistake with etiquette.&nbsp; The food was unlike he had ever had before; the flavors more bland than what he was used to, but none the less delicious.&nbsp; There was a hint of nostalgia as he ate the meal, a distant familiarity with the food as though he had remembered it from a previous life eons ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 20:31:44</strong>
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				Desirae picked up her cheeseburger first, peeling back the wax wrapper and unveiling the warm bun and steaming patty accompanied by a slice of bright red tomato and rich green lettuce. She bit into it, glad she could finally get something on her stomach after having not eaten all day long. She probably looked odd, she thought. Sitting in her car at almost four in the morning, eating with an <em>almost</em> naked man beside her. She took in a long breath, stomach feeling better now. But her mind was still on edge. She turned her eyes slowly then, noticing that she was being <em>watched</em> by the man in the passenger's seat.<br><br>"Is something wrong?" She said, a little roughly, looking at the burger. "Are you even hungry? I don't want to force you to eat if you're fine, but if you're hungry, I want you to enjoy it. Jeez, you look like you've been through Hell and back." She said. The woman then turned back to her burger, and began to eat once more, plucking an onion ring out of her bag and chewing on it slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 21:54:47</strong>
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				Fen looked and Desirae as she asked her question and he hesitated for a moment, making sure it wasn’t rhetorical.&nbsp; “Nothing is wrong; I am just unfamiliar with this style of food and with my Mistress eating as though she was a lowly slave such as myself.&nbsp; I do not mean to displease.”&nbsp; He had just barely managed to choke back ending his sentence with the tagline to which he had grown accustomed.<br><br>He looked upon his food once again and realized just how much there was for him.&nbsp; Madeline had given maybe the third of what he had before him.&nbsp; That is if he was given anything at all.&nbsp; Fen had eaten only half of his cheeseburger and most onion rings, but he felt stuffed.&nbsp; He looked upon his unfinished meal and felt a twinge of unease knowing that he would not be able to finish it all.&nbsp; It always displeased his former Mistress when he would be unable to finish what she had given him and would usually be punished by being given virtually nothing to eat for an entire week.&nbsp; Ren lowered his head in defeat.<br><br>“I am sorry.&nbsp; I do not think that I can consume all that you have provided for me.&nbsp; Please punish me as you see fit.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 22:18:28</strong>
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				"Punish you?!" Desirae suddenly burst, looking at him with wide eyes. She rolled her eyes and reached over, gently smacking the back of his head. "There, punished. You don't <em>have</em> to eat it all. Eat what fills you up, no more or less. That's the new rule. You get hungry, you eat or tell me and I'll get you something to eat. It's kind of good you didn't eat it all, we'll have something to stick in the fridge when we get back to my place. Then if you get hungry later, it'll be there for you."<br><br>Desirae chunked down the last of her burger, and finished off her onion rings, rubbing her fingertips against a napkin and tossing it down into her bag. She then raised a bottle of water to her lips and drank down about half of it. She turned the car on and they were back on the road again. . .<br><br>An hour passed, and they were nearing her house. She'd sped a little when they hit the highway. There weren't many people out at this hour. The sky was beginning to lighten up to a pale dark blue instead of its midnight hue, and the stars were disappearing. Finally, they had reached a city. Brilliant and nice, calm though in the hour. They wheeled down to a back-road, then another, and finally made way to a nice little apartment complex; very middle class but kind of retro in look.<br><br>She stepped inside, her apartment a whole floor in size. When stepping inside, they were welcomed by the living room (http://8rd.org/decoration/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/living-room-plants.jpg). It was very homey, and casual, with a good few splashes of color and culture to it. Then, as she held onto the leash and led him deeper, they passed the kitchen (http://www.chezmeowmeow.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/08/feng-shui-kitchen.jpg), opened up to the living room and bearing a nice combination of wooden paneling and white. Onward, they finally reached the massive master bedroom (http://www.saidaonline.com/en/newsgfx/feng%20shui%20bedroom-saidaonline.jpg). The colors were a combination of wooden, stirs of red, and softer shades including white and cream, some topaz. The bedroom had a wide balcony outside of it, that ran on the side of the complex that had the balconies, overlooking the city from the seventh floor.<br><br>Desirae had never dreamed of having such a wonderful home, but she had it now. Mostly because of dealing with Antonio, being a major source of revenue in the underground world, and also her constantly accumulating money that flowed in as Antonio was indebted to her- thus why her living expenses were all paid for at the moment, and would be for the next three years. <br><br>"Welcome to my place." She said, turning to him. She kicked off her boots after untying them, and strolled then through back to the kitchen, taking the bags and stuffing them into the fridge. She stretched, yawning. The morning sun was peeking over the horizon and casting long curtains of light against her predominantly hardwood floors. <br><br>"You can stay in my room, I've got a bed for you, err, somewhere." She said, gesturing to her room. The layout of her bedroom was her bed in the center, then several steps up that led to a third of the bedroom that was bearing a dog bed, several pillows, and two large chrome bowls with food and water in them, though there was no dog seen immediately. <br><br>"And, oh, Fen?" She turned to him curiously. "You need anything before you go to bed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 23:04:05</strong>
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				The gentle tap on the back of his head only brought more uncertainty to his situation.&nbsp; Had Desirae actually struck him to inflict harm, he wouldn’t be worried about a punishment that awaited him whenever they got to their destination.<br><br>Fenris placed his leftovers in the bag in the same fashion that he had seen from Desirae.&nbsp; The car ride was long and he could feel fatigue slowly creep into his mind.&nbsp; The night before had been intense on his body and he had not gotten enough sleep to completely recover before he was taken from his cage.&nbsp; He remained silent the entire ride, only looking at the things that passed his window until they approached her home.&nbsp; Led by his leash, Fen followed his Mistress into her apartment where she had kicked off her boots instead of allowing him to do it for her.&nbsp; Although he wanted to, Fen did not bring this to Desirae’s attention; he was never permitted to question his Mistress’s actions.&nbsp; Ever.<br><br>He stood confused as she asked him if there was anything he needed.&nbsp; Fen had just been about to ask <em>her</em> that question, never before had he had it directed at him.&nbsp; “I- uh.&nbsp; No…”&nbsp; He blinked again still unsure how to respond so he decided to revert to his training.<br><br>“Is there any way I may serve you further, Desirae?”&nbsp; There was a moment of awkward silence after he asked.<br><br>[i ]"Um... nope, you can go to bed. Just go to my room and get comfy- but not too comfy. I'm going to get your bed ready when I get in there.”[/i]<br><br>“As you wish.”<br><br>Fen walked into the master bedroom and stood at the center of it, looking around for where he was supposed to sleep.&nbsp; It only took him a second to see his bed in the corner of the room.&nbsp; As he approached, the corners of his mouth moved only the slightest degrees into a frown as he realized that it had been significantly smaller than the one he was provided with his previous Mistress.&nbsp; He did not question her command though, as he removed his pants and folded them neatly before placing them next to his bed.&nbsp; He then lowered himself into it and curled himself into a very tight ball so that he could fit entirely within its borders, though he noted that he had not been provided a pillow.&nbsp; It had only taken him a few seconds longer than usual before he managed to drift asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 23:35:53</strong>
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				Desirae took a sip of wine, then sat the bottle back into the fridge. She took a long moment to breathe deep, before she then shifted to move past the living room and into another hall, one that had a clothes rack and then a washing machine and dryer. Dez moved to the dryer, popping open the circular door and reaching in. She pulled out a pair of panties and a handful of pajamas that would slightly cover her form enough to be seen in front of Fenris.<br><br>Dez made it then to the master bathroom, where she shut the door and stripped away her clothes, gloves, and accessories. She jumped into the shower, and spent about thirty minutes there. Part of which was dedicated to a small waterproof bullet (http://content1.adameve.com/highintensitybulletvibrator-ia-m-ib-m306_1166008-c-600x600.jphe), a pink vibrator of sorts that she used to tease her clitoris and gently play with herself just to get off when she was stressed out or thinking too much about life and needed release. She turned off the water, dried her hair, her body, and then dried and cleaned her little toy and tucked it down into her cosmetics pouch within its own little zip-up pouch. She turned, and then slipped into a low waist black lace thong (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/HL-HU12353-BK.jpg) with blue ribbons tied tinily on the front, and then a dark chiffon shirt (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/DG-4820_Black.jpg) over it, all beneath a rich deep blue satin robe that went down to her knees and tied in the center. <br><br>She walked out of the bathroom, then into her room, and looked around. Where had-<br><br>"Oh my God!" She called out loudly, almost standing on her tiptoes as she smacked her hand against her face, voice raising quickly. "Get off the damn dog bed! Dionysus!" When she called, the sound of rough padded feet began to trek through the house, a beautiful Siberian Husky making his appearance. The bi-eyed dog Dionysus (http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/126286989_897c1b9ff1.jpg) stood on three legs, one leg up with his foot curled a bit, eyes perked up and head tilted curiously. <br><br>Desirae raced forward, her lean Latina legs a rich golden brown shade as she reached to the man and grabbed him by the chain, tugging him away. "You like the leash, and collar too, but you are no dog!" She scoffed, tugging him towards her bed. "Jeez..."<br><br>Dez let go of him and went to her closet, pushing the wide doors open until it cleared open almost a whole wall that was indented into a closet. Along the back wall of it a twin mattress was pressed to the wall. She gripped it by the rope handles and pulled it out, knocking over a few of her boots that were lined up in front of it as she finally plopped it down right next to her side of the bed. She disappeared then, after having kicked her shoes back into the closet and haphazardly closed it. She reappeared just as quickly to unfurl a thick Prussian Blue comforted, laying it out. Then she took one carmine colored pillow from her bed and tossed it down over it.<br><br>"<em>This</em> is your bed Fen. A mattress, and a comforter. Until I can do better, and until you are ... until later, you're going to stay under my watch, and sleep in here. Try to sneak off, and Dice will bite your <em>los testículos</em> off." She finally moved to shut the thick dark drapes and left only a sliver of light casting a hazy but favorable lighting upon the room. Then she jumped into her bed and kicked down the covers. Standing on her knees, she removed her robe and folded it onto the nightstand. She then moved to slide her legs under the covers, a tiny bit of her lace panties availed before she jerked the comforter up and plopped her head onto the pillow.<br><br>"So..." She began. "What did Madam Rose do to you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 23:56:04</strong>
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				Fenris let out a restrained choke as he was tugged out of bed; he could feel the metal edges that lined the inside of his collar dig into his skin.&nbsp; One managed to slice the surface, causing blood to begin to well up in the cut.&nbsp; He had once again displeased his Mistress and felt a pang of rejection as a result though it did not show on his face.&nbsp; While Desirae set up his bed, Fen just stood motionless waiting for another round of punishment.<br><br>Once it was set up, he stood before it though couldn’t coax himself into it.&nbsp; He was never permitted to sleep on a normal bed; the only time he could be on one was whenever he was pleasing his Mistress.&nbsp; Years of training had made this one of the more ingrained lessons.&nbsp; The entire time Desirae had been preparing herself for bed, for whatever reason not ordering him to do it for her; he simply looked at the mattress.&nbsp; He was actually afraid of lying upon it.<br><br>“I-I’m not worthy, my Mistress.”&nbsp; Despite the fact that he had his collar, there was enough confusion and frustration running through his mind to wear down the walls that restrained his emotions.&nbsp; His voice shook slightly as he spoke; the cut under his collar had finally welled up enough blood to allow it to trickle down his neck and onto his collarbone.<br><br>“I am a worthless pet who’s not worthy of being granted with all the luxuries of a person.”&nbsp; Fenris had been reciting a mantra given to him by his former Mistress.&nbsp; “My only purpose in life is to serve my Mistress’s wishes and desires, nothing more.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 00:02:27</strong>
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				She gazed upon him and thought for a moment, studying his eyes as he spoke. But it was then she saw one bead of blood leaving a trail as it moved down to tread his throat, then drip down slowly over his chest. The woman jumped up from her bed and gripped his arm, tugging him wordlessly into the bathroom. She felt a little like blushing when she flicked on the light. The reason she'd worn the robe til she shut the drapes was because, if one looked hard, her breasts and nipples could be seen through the shirt. But she ignored it- hoping he would to. She reached up, after shutting the bathroom door, and undid his collar.<br><br>"That thing looks so painful." She whispered. "Sorry I cut you Fen." She sat it on the counter and reached for a rag, drenching it in cool water and squeezing it, reaching up and holding it against his throat. "Good gracious you're weird. How the hell did you survive?" She blushed a bit, seeing his naked form and thinking how that needed to be remedied. She knew tomorrow she'd call her cousin and ask her to run to the story and pick up some male clothes, and she'd have to get his measurements first. Her eyes kept drifting down, and she blushed harder, and harder. <br><br><em>Damn.</em><br><br>She took in a long breath, trying to clear out the thoughts of lonesome and longing, and focused on the little cut. After she'd wiped up the blood, she used the dry part of the cloth to dry it. Then she finished it off with Neosporin and a band-aid. <br><br>"All fixed up." She said. The woman leaned back against her white bathroom counter and folded her arms across her chest, hoping to cover her now erect nipples. "So, your first command is that when we go back in there, you are to lay in the bed I made for you. Understand? Now, before that, I want you to talk to me, even just a little. Tell me what Madeline did to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 00:27:41</strong>
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				Fenris followed his Mistress to the bathroom, uncertain of what was to come of his disobedience and his outburst.&nbsp; The moment the collar was removed from his neck, he felt the unrelenting tide of fear and anxiety.&nbsp; This must have been his punishment, to have his collar removed without being given an order.&nbsp; He waited for something, anything to guide his emotions even if it was negative, anything to direct the chaos.&nbsp; Fen’s breathing hastened as anxiety began to crush him.&nbsp; He could feel the delicate touches of his Mistress on his neck and body as she cleaned the blood.&nbsp; The sight of her veiled breasts aroused him, bringing forth desires of lust to accompany the anxiety.<br><br>He listened to her command and felt the anxiety overtake the lust; she was forcing him to bed without his collar.&nbsp; To try to sleep with his tortured mind.&nbsp; Fenris’s eyes looked upon the collar that laid next to her and longed to have it on him again; but the one rule that was absolutely unbreakable was that he was never <em>ever</em> permitted to manipulate his leash and collar, even when commanded to do so.<br><br><em>”Now, before that, I want you to talk to me, even just a little. Tell me what Madeline did to you.”</em><br><br>That command caused lust to once again overtake his anxiety.&nbsp; The memories of being his old Mistress’s sex toy rushed through his mind.&nbsp; He could not easily follow that command; he was not allowed to speak of the connection between Madeline and himself.&nbsp; She saw this as a way to ensure that if her pet did get away, it would not be easy for him to be used against her.&nbsp; The uncertainty lent itself to his lust as his mind was struggling to find direction.&nbsp; He wanted to please his new Mistress, but he had not yet been permitted to do so.&nbsp; There was nothing he could do to prevent his manhood from swelling in desire.<br><br>“M-Mistress please.”&nbsp; Fenris began as he dropped to his knees.&nbsp; “Give me a command that does not conflict or return my collar.&nbsp; Or punish me for being disobedient.”&nbsp; His breathing shook as the unguided emotions began to overwhelm him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 00:36:48</strong>
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				What occurred next was like a nightmare, or a dream. Desirae couldn't decide. He began to breathe heavily, trembling, his manhood swelling. She noticed with a raised brow and felt her chest tingling, the first thought being that she wanted him right then and there very suddenly and rough. God, how long had it been since she had made love to another? It had been <em>years</em> of being uncared for, she craved that attention. Once upon a time she had been a slow, submissive lover, but the time had changed her into an animal, and seeing him made her want him.<br><br>Her own breathing hitched in her chest, her sex growing wet and she could only blush. She tried to push her mind off of it, not wanting to abuse Fenris, but his swollen and well sized erection was pushing her thoughts far from being logical anymore. <br><br>"I-.. I uh..." She couldn't think, her mind was taken by her need as she traced her eyes over his figure. She reached up, touching the scratches and marks on his chest, her heart hammering hard in her chest. Someone save her! Her fingers dripped lower, less than a foot away from his phallus before she drew her hand back.<br><br>"Why... are you aroused, Fenris?" She whispered. But she could only make a whisper, as when she moved her arms away from her breasts, her nipples were standing hard against the chiffon shirt, her thighs pressing together as she continued to bite her lips. "What are you thinking about? Tell me... please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 03:56:05</strong>
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				Fenris remained on his knees, his mind struggling with the raging emotions.&nbsp; His hunger rose as she walked closer to him, he could smell his Mistress’s nectar even when she was a few feet away from him.&nbsp; He leaned back when Desirae ran her fingers over his torso, displaying his muscles and allowing her easier access to his body.&nbsp; Shivers of ecstasy surged down his spine at the touch, causing his breathing to be uneven.&nbsp; His body and mind was now overwhelmed with sexual tension, like an arrow drawn back in a bow, simply waiting for the command to spring into action.<br><br>His mind was too distracted to hear most of her questions, though his mind locked onto the single word, <em>”please.”</em>&nbsp; Even though that wasn’t the intended use to the word, Fen took it as a command to please his Mistress.&nbsp; His mind now diverted all of his emotions into lust and pleasure.<br><br>Fen’s lustful eyes locked with Desirae’s as a hungry grin spread across his face.&nbsp; “As you desire, my Mistress.”<br><br>Without further warning, Fen sprung forward wrapping one arm around her hips and the other around the middle of her back tackling her to the ground.&nbsp; His strong and agile muscles allowed him to control her landing so that she landed softly enough to not even knock the breath out of her.&nbsp; Before she had a chance to react or say anything, Fen had already moved to her panties allowing his tongue to slide along the portion that had soaked up her juices.&nbsp; The sweet taste sent his desire into a fervor.&nbsp; One hand found the seam of her panties while his teeth bit around the laced strap and he tore it hungrily, doing the same with the other side.&nbsp; A hungry growl sounded as he tossed aside the ruined underwear off her, the straps no longer wrapping around her hips.<br><br>His nails raked against her abdomen as he lowered himself upon her sex as he licked and sucked her clit with forceful enthusiasm.&nbsp; The muscles in his back contracted with desire, causing him to arch forward flexing the muscles in his arms and back.&nbsp; Fen let out a moan as he continued to lick her lower lips as though he intended to drink ever drop of her nectar, not the least bit deterred by the endless supply that continuously flowed out of her sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 04:07:10</strong>
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				She was ready to patiently wait for his answer, but instead she got called Mistress. And what happened next, as she saw it coming, left the Latina wide-eyed and unable to resist. Fenris almost tackled her down, to the floor they went. He ripped off her panties, and she reached to his shoulders, trying to weakly push at him for him to move. Her lips parted, but the words did not come out.<br><br><em>Get off of me.<br>Stop it you freak.<br>Fucking rapist, move!</em><br><br>But she wanted it. As soon as his tongue ran over the lace she was his. Her head threw back, her back arching at his feel. How long had it been, she couldn't logically count. Her panties were ripped from her skin and she felt his tongue gripping her clit. For the first minute, she had meant to moan but it choked back into her lungs with the sudden waves of surprise and pleasure. She shuddered, and finally as he moved to lick at her sex's lips, she moaned. Desirae let out a loud, long, and ecstatic moan. It poured from her lips like hot sundae chocolate, filling the emptiness around them. And that one was followed by another, the domino effect had begun.<br><br>"Oh... don't stop, please." She stammered out hungrily, her fingers pushing into his hair. She gripped a handful, pulling his hair hard as she threw her other arm back, trying to grasp the edge of the bathtub. Shampoo and body wash bottles knocked over and fell into the tub, and she laughed softly, her lips quickly shifting from a chuckle to being agape in passion.<br><br>"Ohhhhh... Ho-ly... shiiiit..." She breathed heavily, unable to believe she'd brought home a sex slave, and a very skilled one at that. With one sudden flick of his tongue over her clit, her hips bucked up hard, grinding her pearl of pleasure against his tongue, body shaking with sensation.<br><br>"Ohhh Fen." She moaned heavily, unable to catch her breath. She continued to meet his tongue with her hips, pussy ever growing wetter as the fire inside of her was stoked and fed the kindling needed for wild, hot sex. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 04:31:53</strong>
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				The sound of Desirae’s moans of ecstasy fueled the passion behind his actions; comparing her reactions to his old Mistress’s was like comparing a firecracker to a grand finale show that lights up the night sky.&nbsp; He wanted to hear more of her cries of pleasure; he wanted would earn more praise.&nbsp; Fen’s tongue was no longer satisfied with the juices that flowed out of her sex.&nbsp; Pulling his mouth closer so that it was pressing tightly against her sex, he slid his tongue inside of her lapping up the flavor from its source.<br><br>The angle made it difficult for him to lick deep enough and he knew that needed to change.&nbsp; He slide his arms under her legs and curled them up so his fingers interlaced on her abdomen.&nbsp; Fen pulled her upwards, allowing her legs to drape over his shoulders while her shoulder blades were planted on the linoleum.&nbsp; Her sex was right against his face; the sight caused his cock to throb eagerly as it pressed against Desirae’s back.&nbsp; With nothing else to restrict him, Fen was able to stick his tongue deep inside of her until he could feel her g-spot with the tip of his tongue.&nbsp; He flicked and massaged it so quickly that its motions were on par with the mechanical motions of a vibrator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 04:37:46</strong>
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				He suddenly moved once more, dominating the situation but this first time around she could not resist him. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drew her up to his face was planted between her legs. His tongue parted her lips and shot inside, twisting around and battling with the tight hot muscles, sweeping through the warm ambrosia. <br><br>Her moans broke as she couldn't catch her breath, her fingers reaching out and grabbing his sides. She dug her nails into him- not truly meaning to. She threw her head back and gasped, her hips arching harder to him. She was almost hyperventilating at this point, eyes squeezed shut and face flushed with color. Dez gripped his sides harder, her lithe, strong form able to reach up and push into him. <br><br>"More, more." She cried out, finally, after minutes of laying on the floor with her pussy being cared for by his tongue. "Fen-ris..." She breathed hard. "Fuck me Fen, please." She gasped, head lolling back as she gripped his waist tighter. "Pl-ease... please..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 05:23:17</strong>
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				Fenris made a slurping noise as he sucked in the sweet juices that had gathered around her sex as a response to her arousal.&nbsp; He leaned forward, making sure that Desirae’s legs remained over his shoulders.&nbsp; Desirae’s lips were only half of an inch away from his, her ass pressed against his abdomen and his hard cock rested on the small on her back.&nbsp; She was bent over to the point where he knees nearly reached her head.<br><br>“I shall do as you desire.”<br><br>His arms slid from her stomach to cling her shoulder blades from under her arms.&nbsp; Once he was sure of his grip, he let out a grunt as he lifted her from the ground with nothing but his abdominal and back muscles.&nbsp; For a moment, she had lifted so high that her head was above his while he lifted himself to his feet.&nbsp; Once standing, he lowered her against his body allowing her legs to slide to the inside of his elbow and his hands locked against the small of her back.&nbsp; His manhood throbbed excitedly as it pressing against her sex, slicking it with hot nectar.&nbsp; When he was in that position, he realized the main problem that arose.&nbsp; His hands were busy supporting her back and she had not been wearing gloves to guide his throbbing cock into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 05:28:43</strong>
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				Desirae gasped as he lifted her, her arms reaching out and hugging around his neck when he picked her up and came to his feet. His arms wrapped around her and supported her, and she was trembling in excitement. Without hesitation, she slid one hand down between them, fingers wrapping around his shaft. She moaned at the feel of him against her fingers, running her touch across his flesh and caressing his tip before she angled her hips. Gripping his shaft, she pushed him onto her lips. Then she parted herself a bit, angling onto him, wiggling her hips until he was pushing into her. Another moan came of this.<br><br>"Ohhh..." She gasped quietly, locking her arms around his neck then. And she leaned in, kissing fervently down his neck, sucking on his skin, returning to bite and lick his earlobe. Finally she drew forward, gripping his jaw and leaning forward, locking her lips hotly with his own, meshing the soft skin together as her chest trembled. Parting, she studied his reaction, and bit her lip.<br><br>"Are you okay?" She questioned then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 06:03:37</strong>
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				Fenris moaned loudly as he felt her bare hand grip and fondle his sex.&nbsp; It was the first time he had ever been touched in such a way without some sort of fabric between them.&nbsp; The unfamiliar touch caused the nerves in his cock to sing in a chorus of pleasure.&nbsp; A chorus that only became more pronounced as he felt her gentle hand guide his crown into her slit before sliding down to the hilt of his shaft.&nbsp; His back arched in ecstasy only to be pulled closer to her again with arms wrapped around his neck.<br><br>The sudden string of kisses that trailed over his body, the passion and affection behind them sent him to levels of ecstasy he had never felt before.&nbsp; The familiar lustful sensations faded into something more affectionate and less primal.&nbsp; Fen could feel his body begin to heat up as she continued to pleasure him for a change, but he just barely managed to maintain his composure and hold back his seed enough to where he would be able to allow her to climax first.<br><br>That was until she grabbed his jaw and pulled him into the most passionate kiss he had ever witnessed in his life.&nbsp; The sudden and unexpected wave of positive emotions overwhelmed his brain and removed whatever control he had over his endurance.&nbsp; Muscles flexed and electricity raged through his body and a moan was muffled by her lips upon his.&nbsp; The moan turned into a prolonged cry, his awareness kicking into action a moment before it was too late.&nbsp; Fenris yanked himself out of her the instant his body was thrown into an intense orgasm, causing him to shoot his seed all over the bathroom floor.<br><br>Fen gasped in alarm as he had realized what he had just done.&nbsp; He had just cum before his Mistress, without her permission, and on her floor; he feared being locked in his cage for several days while he received agonizing lessons in restraint again.&nbsp; From the looks of it, his Mistress had been unaware to what he had just done, but he knew better than to hide it from her.&nbsp; His voice shook as he spoke quickly, though clearly.<br><br>“I-I’m s-sorry, Desirae!&nbsp; I’ve never experienced anything like that before and was unable to resist the pleasure.&nbsp; I did not mean to cum without your permission and on your floor.&nbsp; I--“<br><br>He was cut off when his Mistress had pressed a finger against his lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 06:11:12</strong>
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				The kisses were amazing, his lips met hers as if he were tasting a true kiss for the first time. Hell, Dez couldn't deny how absolutely wonderful it felt herself. Her lips met his, crushing together and her eyes fell shut. But it was soon she heard his moan, felt it against his lips, which became a soft cry as he jerked out of her. The speed made her gasp, wincing in pleasure as she looked unto him. For a moment, she didn't get what had happened, but she felt his body surge lightly, and she raised an eyebrow. Before she could even make assumptions, he confessed. He'd cum on her floor? That'd earn him a question or two later, as well as she'd probably scold him lightly about coming on the floor. But she hushed his upset cries, able to visibly see his distress. Her finger touched his lips and she shook her head.<br><br>"Hey, cool it Fen." She whispered, her body still aching for him. She crept closer to his body once more, one arm moving to aim him at her nether lips, putting him against her but not inside. "It's not a problem, guys cum, it's natural. Ummmm... coming on the floor, not so natural, but we'll clean it up later... I... want to continue, if you still have it in you to keep going..." Desirae said, grinning darkly. Her hand returned to join the others at his neck, fingers grazing over his skin as she licked her lips and moved to kiss his neck once more. She then returned, placing her lips on his somewhat passionately for a few seconds before parting. <br><br>"Just don't worry about it right now, we'll talk about it later. I'm not mad." <em>Too mad, at least.</em> She bit her lip and leaned in, taking his lower lip between her own and tugging it playfully, her tongue gently tracing over it before she withdrew, angling her hips over him and feeling her chest quaking in her own quickly raging need.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 06:28:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His anxiety quickly evaporated away once she reassured him, instantly replaced by the lust that had been pushed aside for a moment until she once again gripped his cock which was as hard as ever and laid it against her pussy.&nbsp; He moaned as she once again kissed his torso and tugged playfully on his lips with her own.&nbsp; The feeling of raw lust was once again cut with sensations of affection and need, though the recent orgasm took off the edge that had given him difficulty moments before.&nbsp; Fenris’s smoldering eyes met Desirae’s as his lips curled into a mischievous smile.<br><br>“I would not be much of a sex slave if I could not get hard for my Mistress whenever she desired.”<br><br>No sooner had he said that last word than he thrust himself deeply into her sex.&nbsp; The two of them moaned in unison with the sudden rush of pleasure.&nbsp; Fen realized that she was not like his old Mistress, seeking passion over finishing.&nbsp; As such, he took his time, fucking her at a steady, rhythmic pace using his own hip movements while swinging her slighting to provide more force behind them.&nbsp; The entire time he was fucking her, his eyes remained focused upon her lips recalling the amazing sensations they had provided for him only moments before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 06:38:16</strong>
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				She wrapped her arms that much more tightly around his neck when he thrust deep into her. Had she just heard him make a smug comment? She couldn't think of it now. His cock suddenly pushed into her up to his hilt and their voices melted together as they moaned in unison. She threw her head back, lightly scraping her nails over his shoulders and the back of his neck while she held on tight, feeling him slam himself into her at a slow, steady pace. Every single thrust reawakened every inch of desire, passion, and need she had been denying herself for the past three or so years. Her lips quivered, every detail of this absolutely enveloping. The feeling of his fingers spread over her skin, his hips pressing against her own as he pushed through her tight wet pussy, gripping at him hotly and squeezing his member like she were a virgin after all those years without. <br><br>Her hair flooded around her as she flipped it back, thick dark cocoa curls bouncing every time he thrust. She spread her legs further, gripping his body with her own tighter. Desirae moaned, gasped, and groaned his name out in low broken stammers. It felt so good, she would've never thought that six thirty in the morning after a heist where she stole a human being who was property to another, she'd be fucking someone else's sex slave. This was one wild story, she would have to keep it to herself though. She knew if she told anyone else, they'd think she'd fallen off her rocker. <br><br>"So... good." She groaned, dipping her head inward and holding him tighter. "You... are... amazing..." She churned out, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut, trying to choke down a breath before it left her lips as a rich moan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 06:57:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae was so tightly wrapped around him, he could clearly feel every millimeter of himself slide within her.&nbsp; Fen marveled at her firm breasts as they bounced with every thrust, their movements made clear by the points that protruded against the fabric.&nbsp; It was not about sex anymore, it was about being close to another and he reveled in it.&nbsp; It was unlike any other encounter he had ever had before and he wanted more.&nbsp; With a little shift of his weight, he adjusted her positioning so that his hands rested higher against her back, pressing her breasts against his hard pectorals.<br><br>A surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins as he prepared himself for what he was going to do next.&nbsp; After a moment of hesitation, he brought his face forward locking their lips in a heated kiss; it was the first time he had ever initiated a kiss.&nbsp; Once again, a chorus of pleasure and emotions surged through him causing him to moan as their tongued mingled.&nbsp; He was thankful he had just came otherwise this might have resulted in a similar outcome.&nbsp; With her body pressed against his, he began using his legs to provide most of the motion.&nbsp; He allowed her body to slide against his, letting gravity force her upon his cock deeper than ever now that her thighs no longer got in the way.<br><br>“Your kisses…”&nbsp; Fen panted heavily.&nbsp; “I’ve never felt anything like them.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 07:06:47</strong>
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				She felt him shift, leaning forward and pulling her into a kiss. She let her eyes fall shut, trying to remain soundless as she met his passion with her own deeply needy extreme desires. Desirae heard his compliment, her hamstrings feeling a light burn, but nothing she definitely couldn't find enjoyment in. She took a minute or two to respond, bathing in the pleasure that shot through her like a lightning bolt when he buried himself completely inside of her. She cleared her throat finally, taking in deep, heavy, needy breaths.<br><br>"You can... have them... as much as you want..." She whispered in a lustful exhale, leaning closer and snagging his lips once more. She parted his lips with her own, and let her tongue drift into his mouth. One hand reached into his hair, locking her fingers into his locks and pulling them. Her tongue caressed his own, craving his taste as her own was freshly of mint. Dez rocked her body down onto his as best she could, though at the angle she had a hard time taking too much of a part. She could only be innocent to the pleasure as he thrust it into her. Her hand in his hair spread out then, holding the back of his head as she assured he did not flee her kissing, all of their moans forced against one another. She rocked her hips against him more and more, trying her best to continue and have her effect.<br><br>"More." She gasped against his lips. "Fenris... Take me... harder." Not faster, but heavier. She wanted to hear their hot skin colliding in heated passion, she wanted to feel the burn of being in such a position. Dez wanted to work up a sweat, she wasn't letting this chance of getting laid just slip by. She wanted it, all of it, more and more than ever before. <br><br>"Fenris..." She said his name against his lips in a smooth quiet moan, her tongue dancing back against his own momentarily before her lips continued meshing with his own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 07:20:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of her lips upon his was addicting, one of the most potent and satisfying drugs that he could experience.&nbsp; Fen would have to be careful, the pleasure behind each subsequent kissed stacked upon the previous and he didn’t want to ruin this luxury by having another incident.&nbsp; Not that he couldn’t recover from it just as easily as he had done before, but it was his mission in life to bring pleasure to his Mistress first and foremost.<br><br>Fenris pulled away from her kiss and placed his mouth in crux of her neck, biting it hard enough to leave faint teeth marks but not enough to become uncomfortable.&nbsp; He put more force behind his thrusts, feeling her slide up his shaft before sliding back down; stopping only once she hit the hilt of his shaft.&nbsp; A wet slap of her sex on his told Fen to lift her up again and repeat the motion.&nbsp; The frequency wasn’t particularly fast, but it was compensated by the force behind his swelling manhood.&nbsp; His moans grew more heated, feeling her tightness around his cock sent wave after wave of ecstasy through his body enticing moans that were muffled by his Mistress’s neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 07:30:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His breath poured over her skin as he pressed himself to her neck. Her body trembled and quaked, a sheen of sweat forming on her thighs and breasts. One hand came forth and tore at the shirt, pulling it until the button popped undone. It fell on either sides of her, only clinging on by the sleeves. Her breasts were bared to him, full and smooth, with just bare little tan lines that suggested she did most of her tanning nude but had perhaps gone out in a bikini once or twice to darken her skin around it. Her stomach was taut, flexing every time she could manage to push herself onto him, feeling himself ram into her. Harder and harder, dominating her sex and sending waves of ecstasy through her.<br><br>"Oohhhhhh." She moaned heavily, Desirae unsure if she could hold out. Her bright hazel eyes met his and she kept her fingers locked into his hair. "I'm... I'm... Ohhhh, so close!" She cried, feeling her body readying to seize up. "C-cum.... Cum Fen, with me." She said, heavy labored breaths escaping her quickly as she felt his manhood riding her into a blissful release.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 07:50:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris could feel another orgasm building, but he would able to keep it at bay for a few more mintues.&nbsp; He loved feeling of her bare erect nipples raking against his chest.&nbsp; Desirae’s sex was growing hotter and wetter by the second and he knew that she was on the verge of climaxing and he was thankful that it was happening before his will would fail him.&nbsp; Ren thrust harder and deeper when she told him that she was on the precipice, doing his best to coax his Mistress into an intense orgasm.<br><br><em>"C-cum.... Cum Fen, with me."</em><br><br>Fen’s eyes widened in surprise as he removed his mouth from her shoulder, though his pace did not falter.&nbsp; His voice was stunned, “W-what?”&nbsp; Again she beaconed him to come with her.&nbsp; “But I-I’ve never-“<br><br>Before he could continue, her hand grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to meet hers in the most passionate kiss yet.&nbsp; His arms tightened their grip around her and he felt her do the same to him.&nbsp; Together they moaned in harmony while never breaking their kiss.&nbsp; All at once, his muscles tensed as his body became electrified with ecstasy.&nbsp; It built for a delightful eternity before Fenris felt his body release all of the tension at the moment he shot his seed deep within Desirae.&nbsp; It had been the most intense and pleasurable orgasm he had ever felt, causing his knees buckled though he was able to ease himself to the ground rather than let the two of them fall.<br><br>He laid forward, guiding his Mistress to lay on the cool tiled floor while being careful not to let himself slide out of her.&nbsp; For several long moments, his freed mind danced in thoughtless bliss.&nbsp; The orgasm freeing him from all worry, doubt, and anxiety; at that moment he was basking in normality.&nbsp; Even though he knew it was only temporary, there was nothing he loved more than feeling himself climax when freed from his collar.<br><br>“I hope I have served you well, Desirae.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 08:05:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Faster and harder, her pussy gripped and squeezed, til finally it tightened immensely. A sharp, pitched moan broke from her lips. Flexing in tiny spasms, her body curling into his. Immediately after her juices draped over him, she felt his own manhood swell. Fenris pumped his seed inside of her, his legs quaking but he managed to get them down to the floor regardlessly. She finally caught her breath. Desirae gazed up at him with somewhat surprised eyes. That was... the most powerful orgasm <em>ever</em>. And she had a feeling he was enjoying himself just as much. A blush lit her cheeks as she felt the mixture of her juice and his seed hotly inside of her, stirring while he did not remove himself immediately. She took in a breath, quaking beneath him from pleasure.<br><br>"You... d-did... great..." She whimpered softly. "Um..." Dez couldn't find anything to say. "Let's... clean up... and go to bed... Okay Fenris?" She said smoothly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 08:23:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen nodded to her command and he slowly pulled himself out of her letting out a breathless sigh as he did so.&nbsp; He was still struggling to calm his breathing, his muscles a little sore from the unplanned workout.&nbsp; At the edges of his mind, he could feel the wild emotions begin to encroaching upon his bliss.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be much longer before he would get lost in the chaos again so he decided to make use of what time he had left.<br><br>“Please, Desirae, you must put my collar back on me.&nbsp; I need it more than you may realize…”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 08:42:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled out, and she made her way up. She scooted back until she was able to put her back against the bathtub. Her womb was bearing a heartbeat after the sex, and she could only feel as if she needed a second shower. But before she could suggest anything, he talked about that collar. She raised her eyes to see it, and reached up. Desirae came to a stand, using the counter as a balance. There, she grabbed the collar, and reached down. She laced it around his neck and hooked it, and removed the leash for the time being. The chain fell in a bundle on the counter and she peeled back her shirt, standing naked and gleaming from the workout. <br><br>"I'm going to take... err, a second shower. You are really sweaty yourself. Hop in, we can get this done faster if we do it at once... And uh, no more. I'm worn out, thank you, and I... I'm ready to go to bed." She was tired. The orgasm rocked her into a state of sleepiness that she could barely keep her eyes open to deny. She then stepped into the shower and turned it on, pointing to a rack. <br><br>"Grab two towels and jump in." She said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 09:37:31</strong>
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				Fenris felt a wave of relief as she retrieved the collar and had curled it around his neck.&nbsp; The moment the clasps were set, the relief along with every other emotion and feeling evaporated, leaving only a smudge of its former self.&nbsp; Feeling the release provided by his Mistress had caused all anxiety and uncertainty from before to disappear entirely, allowing him to return to his submissive obedient self.&nbsp; Once again, his face returned to its neutral default.<br><br>“Thank you.”<br><br>He pulled himself to his feet and nodded in acknowledgment to his Mistress’s command.&nbsp; While she got the shower to temperature, he had gathered a small wad of toilet paper and clean the mess from his earlier ‘incident’.&nbsp; After tossing the soiled paper into the toilet, he flushed it and retrieved the towels as commanded, placing them on the counter next to the shower.<br><br>Fen proceeded to join Desirae in the warm shower, allowing the warm water to clean away the layer of sweat that had caused his muscles to glisten.&nbsp; Acting entirely out of routine, Fenris grabbed a washcloth and applied soap to its surface.&nbsp; Standing behind Desirae, he placed the cloth on her hip while his other hand rested on the opposite.&nbsp; Slowly and sensually, he washed the outlines of her curves while pressing his torso against her back.&nbsp; Once he had finished with the sides, he guided Desirae’s arms above her head and proceeded to wash up the length of them, guiding them back down once finished.&nbsp; He then moved the cloth to her abdomen and moved it in slow circles moving up to her chest, caressing her breasts as he reached them before moving up to her neck and shoulders.<br><br>He then pulled himself away from Desirae and began moving the cloth over her back applying firm pressure as he both massaged and washed her back.&nbsp; Slowly, he moved lower and lower until he was upon her ass which he gently caressed while washing.&nbsp; Fen then walked around his Mistress until they were facing one another for a moment before he lowered himself to his knees.&nbsp; His face was level with her groin and he gently urged her to part her legs slightly with his hand.&nbsp; The water soaked his hair, causing it to press flat against his head and neck.&nbsp; Using the washcloth, he traced the outline of her figure again moving to the back of her legs with slow and sensual motions, massaging lightly as he did so.&nbsp; Finally, he was washing the inside of her legs, moving at a snail’s pace once he reached the inside of her thighs until he finally pressed firmly against her sex.&nbsp; For a moment, he kept his hand there caressing it gently.&nbsp; It would be at this moment that his old Mistress would tell him whether or not she wished to be pleased.&nbsp; Fen waited a few seconds before he removed the cloth after not being given the order to please her.&nbsp; He stood and returned to her back, allowing his hands to wander over her body, washing off whatever soap was left.&nbsp; Once finished he removed his hands and lowered his head in a shallow bow.<br><br>“Is there anything else you wish of me?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 09:50:52</strong>
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				Desirae stepped nudely into the shower, the water pouring over her. She was about to reach for her hanging shower pouf when she felt his hand and a rag. She wanted to stop him, but his hands against her was a feeling she couldn't deny after the tantalizing sex that had just been made reality on her bathroom's center. She let him wash her, blushing furiously, as he did it in such routine. Did Madeline make him do this? How fucking low could that old redheaded wench get? Dez bit back her fury, she knew when she got mad it lashed out on everyone close to her. She licked her lips, and turned when he bowed, and she chuckled. She took the wash cloth from his hand and thrust her hand out, pushing the cloth against his chest.<br><br>"I meant for you to wash yourself. This isn't your old home, you're with me now. You uh, don't have to baby me, I'm a grown woman. Thanks for the freebie though." Dez felt awkward about the whole conversation, but she didn't think about it too much. Instead she stepped out onto the floor and dried herself quickly, then folding up the towel and letting it sit on the floor in a neat little square so that Fen could stop out onto it. While he was still inside, she moved through to her bedroom, pulling open her dresser drawer. While he was there, she tried for something a little less lacy; she didn't need him destroying all of her nice lingerie.<br><br>Instead, she picked out wine-colored boy-shorts that were just regular old fabric with a cream trim. She slid them on and then pulled out a baggy white t-shirt and slid it over her head. This less revealing article suited her, she realized, as she crawled then into bed and laid down.<br><br>Damn, she thought, a smile on her face. Maybe having slave boy wouldn't be so bad after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 18:22:00</strong>
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				Fenris wasn’t sure what to make of her comment after he washed her, had she been displeased with <em>how</em> he did it or simply <em>because</em> he did it.&nbsp; He spent a few moments washing himself while Desirae toweled herself off, clearly set on not wanting him to do it for her.&nbsp; She left before he would speak, so Fen toweled himself off before hanging both on a towel rack.&nbsp; The bedroom air felt cool on his flesh, still slightly damp from the humid bathroom.&nbsp; He walked to the side of her bed and knelt with his head lowered, the way he was taught to address his Mistress when she lay in bed.<br><br>His voice was devoid of emotion, though he spoke in a tone that was as if he was stating nothing but undeniable fact.&nbsp; “I apologize, Desirae.&nbsp; I do not understand the meaning behind what you told me in the shower.&nbsp; It is my purpose to serve my Mistress’s every need.&nbsp; It is the reason for my existence, I know of nothing else.”<br><br>"I cannot have a bed that luxurious to myself, I am not worthy of such and that fact will keep me from sleep.&nbsp; Please tell me where else I may rest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 19:00:08</strong>
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				Desirae heard him coming, looking up at the naked man. She pushed her legs out of the covers, leaning up to sit with them hanging off of her bed. Her hair fell in ebony wet curls around her shoulders. Her eyes hung to his and she sighed. <br><br>"I command you to bring me your leash." Dez then said in a cold breath. She watched him move across the floor and obey. And for the second that he was gone, she began rubbing her temples. He returned, leash in hand. Dez came to her feet and held the chain leash, reaching up and hooking it to his collar, then lacing it around her wrist. She then crawled back into bed, gripping the handle on the twin mattress for Fenris, pulling it right up to her own bed. She then pulled the leash, somewhat harshly.<br><br>"Let me tell you something." Dez suddenly said. "I am <em>not</em> your Mistress. I am nothing to you Fen, you are now your own person, and I am trying to <em>help</em> you. If I have to pull you around like a pup, so be it. But you're not responsible for <em>me</em>. I've spent my entire life with only myself to look out for me, I don't need a young man to..." She stopped, feeling her knuckles growing white from holding the leash so hard. "Lay in the bed, Fenris, I command you. Because you are higher and more deserving than a fucking dog bed. Understood?" She waited for him to lay down then, gazing at him toughly, giving him enough leash room to move and do so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 19:29:32</strong>
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				Fenris did as she said, feeling a little more at ease now that she seemed to understand him.&nbsp; The sound of the leash being attached to his collar was like a soothing melody to his ears, he had grown to love the weight of it hanging from his neck.&nbsp; He followed the direction of the tug, showing no discomfort as the prongs poked his neck.<br><br>Desirae’s words were heard, but his mind could not accept them for their meaning; especially when she held the leash so firmly.&nbsp; He was her property now, nothing more.&nbsp; To Fen, this was an undeniable aspect to his life, as natural and second nature as breathing.&nbsp; Trying to change this would be like a stream carving a massive canyon in the ground; it’s entirely possible, but slow moving and unlikely to be accomplished in his lifetime.&nbsp; The fact of the matter is that he is happy with what he is, feels no shame or resentment for how his old Mistress had modeled him.&nbsp; Even when he was being punished and tortured, he still felt a calling, a purpose to his life.&nbsp; One that he would not be able to give up willingly.<br><br><em>"Lay in the bed, Fenris, I command you. Because you are higher and more deserving than a fucking dog bed. Understood?"</em><br><br>He did as he was commanded.&nbsp; Fenris crawled into the bed next to hers and lay in a ball in the middle of the mattress and on top of the sheets.&nbsp; He would be able to lie there, but she had not yet ordered him to sleep; which is fortunate because he might not be able to perform that command.<br><br>“I do not understand, but I shall do as you say.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 00:36:12</strong>
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				She stared at him as he laid over the sheets, and released his leash. For a while she just watched, finally giving the order.<br><br>"Go to sleep." She whispered. She laid in bed, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep. But when an hour had passed, she leaned up and looked over at Fen. Desirae took in a long breath, then removed a blanket from on top of her comforter, gently laying it out over his curled up form, hoping it would do him some good. Then she laid back, and went to sleep...<br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: ar julian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">~The Next Morning~</span></span></div><br>Desirae woke slowly, eyes fluttering open as her hazel hues spotted the ceiling. Slowly she lowered her gaze, seeing the slit in the balcony windows. It was about two in the afternoon when she woke, having slept in quite a while. She snapped her fingers twice, and the sound of shuffling claws and nails on hardwood rushed towards her. Soon jumped Dionysus onto her bed, the large male husky rubbing his head against her hand and curling up next to her. Dez smiled, rubbing his head between his ears then scratching the back of his ears before gesturing to the kitchen.<br><br>"Go on, go on." She said, watching Dionysus jump up and race into the kitchen. Then she looked at Fenris and sighed, moving into one of her drawers. She had two pair of boxer briefs, cotton by Hanes, that she had bought once so she would have something uber comfortable to strut around in when Romeo was staying with her until his court order came through. Dez took one of the dark blue folded briefs and looked over at Fenris, calling to wake him up, though she almost felt as if perhaps he was up, just pretending to sleep.<br><br>"Hey, good morning." She called somewhat briskly. "On the dresser are a pair of briefs, put them on please." She then turned and sat them on her dresser, before moving to the kitchen. There, she parted open the fridge and began pondering over breakfast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 02:42:26</strong>
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				Even though she had commanded him to go to sleep, Fenris was unable to despite his best efforts.&nbsp; His mind raced with thoughts of how he shouldn’t be there, but how leaving the bed would be disobeying his Mistress.&nbsp; Instead, he lay motionless so that his stirring did not disturb Desirae’s slumber.&nbsp; Hours passed and Fen managed to gain a few minutes of sleep every hour, dozing off only to be awakened by his anxiety moments later.&nbsp; He didn’t even move when she draped the blanket over him, its weight actually made him even more uncomfortable with the feeling of being unworthy to such treatment.<br><br>When Desirae began moving around the room, he waited patiently for her to address him.&nbsp; Fen could feel a slight haze of fatigue at the edge of his mind, but would not be affected by it.&nbsp; This was not the first sleepless night he had been through, thought it was undoubtedly the most comfortable.&nbsp; Fenris was eager to get out of the bed when she gave him the command to get dressed.&nbsp; He accepted the underwear and put them on before following her to the kitchen, standing close to her like a servant waiting for a task.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 03:18:25</strong>
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				She searched through the fridge, fingers running over the options for breakfast. It was about then that she saw Fen hovering next to her like a child. She tried to ignore him momentarily, but the moment prolonged, and then she felt her temper beginning to rise. Her fingers traced a circle over the top of the orange juice, before gripping it and pulling it out. She then grabbed a block of cheese and smacked it onto the top of the counter, pulling out a knife as the door slammed shut. She turned then to Fenris, her anger suddenly livid.<br><br>"Back up!" Desirae burst, bright hazel eyes stuck to him as she watched. "I don't like having someone hover on my ass! You know, before you came along, I lived <em>alone</em>. You're just... too... precious to give up right now." <em>I need this wallflower slave&nbsp; of Madeline's for my revenge...</em><br><br>Before she knew it, Dez was holding the knife firmly, the blade facing out of her left hand from the outside of her hand, the handle parting from where her thumb and fingers wrapped around it. She felt her instincts to fight kicking in, there was something about the mix of just waking up and having a good looking sex slave stranger in her kitchen that didn't stir right. Dez took in a long breath, turning then and cutting sharply with a heavy slap of the knife against the cheese, one slice of cheese. She dropped the knife onto the counter and lifted the cheese, taking a bite and staring at the counter.<br><br>"How long has Madeline <em>owned</em> you?" Dez then spat out in a quiet, cold retort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 03:37:22</strong>
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				Fenris didn’t even flinch at his Mistress’s outburst, whenever you become accustomed to the crack of a whip a sudden shout doesn’t even compare.&nbsp; He retreated several steps out of obedience, not fear, even though he had noticed the menacing way she wielded the knife.&nbsp; If she did come at him, he wouldn’t so much as lift a finger in self defense; his body was simply an object to be handled however his Mistress saw fit.&nbsp; The scolding comment hit him like a slap on the face as a surge of sorrow enveloped his emotions for a few moments.<br><br><em>"How long has Madeline owned you?"</em><br><br>Fen ran that question through his mind for a moment to recall how long ago it had been since he was taken from the foster home.&nbsp; This question was one he would be able to answer without contradicting his old Mistress’s teachings; it was knowledge that wouldn’t mar her reputation.<br><br>“Mistress Madeline rescued me thirteen years ago, when I was eleven.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 04:28:21</strong>
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				She finished off her piece of cheese then opted to grab a glass and pour the juice into it. The rest of her following five minutes consisted of not looking at Fen at all, drinking her juice, and slicing one more piece of cheese. She shuffled to put the juice and cheese back into the fridge. After that, she pulled out the bags of food from last night and the bottles of water. She put the bottle on the tabletop and then popped open the microwave, pulling out the remaining food for Fenris.<br><br>"Do you want what was left over from last night for lunch, or something else?" She said in a chilled tone, eyes focusing on all but him as she tried not to mull over the thoughts of him being eleven when made a slave. The Latina woman moved past him then, gesturing to the stuff then to the refrigerator. <br><br>"And- an-and fix yourself something to eat and drink. Please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:11:42</strong>
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				Desirae’s mood quickly changed once Fen answered her question and he couldn’t grasp why.&nbsp; In a matter of moments she went from being confrontational to evasive.&nbsp; He had a feeling that she wasn’t wanting to acknowledge his presence before her.&nbsp; Fen felt as though he had upset his Mistress once again and felt regretful for doing so even though he was not aware of where his erred.&nbsp; That was why he felt very confused by her sudden offer of food.&nbsp; Her agitation rose to the point where she struggled to say her command as she walked away from him.&nbsp; He interjected as she began to turn away once more.<br><br>“Please!...”&nbsp; Fen berated himself internally at his sudden outburst by rolling his shoulder in a way that caused the edges of his collar to dig into his neck.&nbsp; He had no right to address his Mistress in such a manner.&nbsp; “I do not mean to displease, Desirae.&nbsp; Please tell me how I have upset you so that I may serve you better in the future.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 06:08:05</strong>
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				Desirae was on her way out of the kitchen when she had seen him roll his shoulders. Her eyes blazed at the sight of red marks around his neck, her fury ever growing. Without any hesitation, the woman strode forth. Her hand reached forth extremely quickly as Desirae latched her fingers around the hook of his collar, unsnapping it quickly and pulling it away. And in that same motion, before her arm could stop, she slung it into the living room with all of her might, hurling the leather and metal thing elsewhere. She then reached up, opening her hand against his chest and pushing him back until his back hit a wall.<br><br>"You are wasting your time with me, I am not your <em>Mistress!</em> Not <em>your</em> Desirae either! I am my own, as you are now. You are free, you are without an owner. I am only trying to help you, but you're making it hard on me! I'm a criminal for Christ's sake, not a psychologist!" She reached back and slung her hand forward, slapping him across his face hard, and then feeling the sudden reeling feeling that made her head spin when she gripped that her temper was definitely taking the best of her. <br><br>Desirae was quiet, looking up at him and seething, though she was coming down.<br><br>"I... I'm sorry. Fen, you've done nothing wrong. Just... please, get something to eat. To drink. Go to the bathroom, take a piss or whatever, and when you're completely done with all those activities, come back to me so we can try to talk..." She lowered her head then, crossing her arms across her chest and rubbing her upper arms, sliding the baggy sleeves of her large t-shirt up as she did so, before turning and walking off to the living room, rubbing her temples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 06:50:39</strong>
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				Fenris’ mind screamed as the collar was torn from him and sent soaring across the room.&nbsp; The breath in his lungs froze as he felt the anger radiating off her, his body overwhelmed with negativity.<br><br><em>”You are free, you are without an owner-“</em>&nbsp; His eyes widened in terror as those words hit his ears in the brief instant before his mind went blank.&nbsp; No thoughts, no emotions, no awareness.&nbsp; For the rest of Desirae’s rant and even a few minutes after, Fenris was catatonic.&nbsp; He hadn’t even registered that his Mistress had struck him.&nbsp; This state was a contingency plan Madeline had devised as a security measure for such a situation.<br><br>Desirae had been in the living room for only a few seconds before Fen’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his legs gave out, causing him to crumple to the floor like a marionette whose strings was cut.&nbsp; His body was limp, making it difficult for anybody to be able to move his deadweight.&nbsp; Fenris’ mind was still unresponsive, though his body acted entirely out of a subroutine that Madeline had instilled within him through several sessions of hypnosis.&nbsp; Fen inhaled deeply and screamed at the top of his lungs.<br><br><strong>“MIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSTRRRREEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Madeline programmed this reaction into him in the event somebody else took control of him and tried to free him in such a manner.&nbsp; She expected that if it was to happen, it would be within her own home thereby alerting her to what was happening.&nbsp; It would not be possible to free him from his servitude in such a manner, Madeline made absolutely sure of that.&nbsp; He would remain in such a state, screaming for his Mistress until his collar was returned by his lover.&nbsp; She had not expected a person who wished to free him would also use him as a sex slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:14:11</strong>
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				The woman just barely reached the living room when she heard a heavy thunk in the kitchen. She turned sharply and felt her knees bend, ready for anything. But what came next she was not expecting. A loud shrill scream filled her apartment, over and over again. She fell to her knees, hands over her ears as her face contorted into pain. Her eyes burned angrily and she couldn't stand it. Her mind spun with anger, rage, and confusion. He was screaming <em>Mistress</em>. She reached around, grabbing her house phone and mashing numbers greedily, holding it to her ear. Soon, a male voice picked up.<br><br>"Hel- wh-what the fuck is going on over there?" Antonio said, hearing the screaming.<br><br>"THIS-" She began, having to yell herself. "DAMN SLAVE." She continued. "I CAN'T TAKE ITTT!!! ANTONIO, BRING ME SOMETHING TO SHUT THIS FUCKER UP!" <br><br>"Yeah yeah, I'll be there in an hour, less than if I can honey." <br><br>She hung up the phone and forced herself to her feet. She raced across the living room, not noticing that her eyes were tearing up, her face turning red as she was beginning to cry. She found the collar and shot towards the kitchen. Her footsteps were hectic and heavy as she raced closer, finding Fenris. She dropped painfully to her knees with a loud thud, gripping him by his hair and raising his head enough to slide the collar under him and then hook it. She stared at him silence filling the apartment. Her ears rang, her heartbeat thudding in her temples. She covered her face and sobbed, coming to a stand. Her knees were red and aching from the drop, her head swimming with a horrible migraine quickly coming on. <br><br>"St-stay back." She cried, removing her hands. Her eyes were red with anger, her lips red and irises brighter than usual. Her cheeks were wet and she was shaking. "God-dammit I can't... I can't take it... I... I-I..." Desirae sobbed again, backing up until she tripped over the rug in the living room, falling back on her rear and her head smacking the arm of the sofa. She cried again, picking up the phone, and redialing the number.<br><br>"<em>Tráeme algo demasiado, dame algo para el dolor de cabeza y zumbido en los oídos. Date prisa, por favor ... Por favor ...</em>" She whimpered, shutting off the phone shortly after that. Dez came up to a stand, and moved towards her bedroom then, fleeing there where she walked up the hardwood steps to her dog's bed. She crashed again there, arms reaching out and embracing Dionysus as she sobbed.<br><br>"Help me Dio, help me please. Pray, pray for me..." She muttered, shuddering horribly as she had never even dealt with a child before, much less the frantic tantrums of a broken man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:43:07</strong>
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				Fenris slowly regained consciousness the moment the collar clicked around his neck, the screaming stopped the moment it clicked.&nbsp; From the darkness, the world once again faded into view, starting from the center of his vision and spreading out.&nbsp; The sensation was odd; he felt tingling sensations in his head as though it was charged with static electricity.&nbsp; His senses remained disoriented for several seconds as he lay still on the ground trying to become aware of his surroundings once again.<br><br><em>"St-stay back.&nbsp; God-dammit I can't... I can't take it... I... I-I..."</em><br><br>He could not see his Mistress since several pieces of furniture obstructed his view from the living room.&nbsp; His body was still too weak to move just yet and he had been completely unaware of what had just occurred.&nbsp; The last thing he remembered was asking Desirae how he could better serve her.&nbsp; Fen managed to pull himself from the ground though didn’t have the strength to stand.&nbsp; Instead, he slid his way to where the kitchen counters met at a right angle.&nbsp; He put his back against it and pulled his knees to his chest, afraid of what had happened and why Desirae had been so overwhelmed with emotion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 08:01:51</strong>
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				Thirty minutes passed. Desirae's sobbing had softened as she laid with her dog, Dionysus having laid his head on her side, his paw on her leg, her arms and body curled up around him. She let her eyes remain open, though after crying they threatened to shut and bring her into a world of sleep. The woman laid there, only noticing something when she heard the distant click of her apartment door.<br><br>Antonio (http://www.dreamstime.com/sexy-well-built-man-largethumb2977186.jpg) stepped inside, shutting the door and locking it, even locking the top bolt, before sliding the emergency key to Dez's place into his pocket. He was headed towards her bedroom when he saw the man in the kitchen. Antonio stopped, his dark eyes glaring at the almost naked man on the floor. A collar and leash stuck to him. Antonio was a cold man, with a glare that could destroy the weak with ease. His lips set in a fine line of rage, but only silence filled the space around him. He adorned on his broad shouldered and finely muscled figure a wife beater, a pair of dusty jeans, and a pair of thick classic Timberland boots. Around his waist was a black leather belt which holstered a 9mm, and around his left wrist was a leather band. Along his neck was one loose silver chain, a cross upon it that matched the one Dez wore.<br><br>He did not speak to Fenris, but simply moved on. Inside of Desirae's bedroom, he strolled across the floor til he reached the dog bed. There, he laced his long callous fingers under her upper arm and pulled her up to her feet. He hooked an arm around her back and another under her legs, lifting her up and carrying her to the bathroom. There, he sat her onto the counter, and she looked at him, eyes wet still.<br><br>"This guy, you should hand him off to someone else. He's too much strain on you."<br><br>"B-but I want to set him straight, give him to society or break him for his return to that foul stupid fucking ginger cunt!" She growled, another tear flowing down her cheek. Antonio reached and grabbed a dry white wash cloth, wetting it with cold water before raising it up and dabbing her tears away. <br><br>"I got you some Frova, for your migraines. Take it lightly. And for him, a little mixture of date rape and anesthesia- nothing harmful. But it's in shot form. You stick this to him and he'll be out in five minutes, if even half that long."<br><br>Dez wrapped her arms around Antonio and the broad man hugged her back. He leaned inward, his lips trailing up her neck. <br><br>"Stop." Dez whispered, and he immediately obeyed her wishes, letting out a drowsy sigh as he stepped back and rubbed her cheeks and eyes with the white cloth again. He brushed her hair back with his fingers and sighed. <br><br>"I'm staying here tonight, watching out for you and that crazy kid." He rubbed her shoulder then. "I'll even take the sofa." Antonio then stepped out and looked around. "Do you need anything of me?" He then asked.<br><br>"Yes, call Romeo and tell him what size you think Fenris is, and get him to pick up some clothes for him." Desirae said. She took in a long breath, popped a Frova, and then moved to the kitchen. She stood with her arms lightly folded across her chest and began in a very gentle, frail tone.<br><br>"My friend is staying with me tonight. I want you to please eat, and then lay down for a while. We need to talk Fenris, but not right now. Later."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 08:23:47</strong>
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				The slave heard the sounds of the door being opened then locked once again followed by the sound of heavy footsteps.&nbsp; His gaze never left the floor immediately in front of him, never acknowledging the presence of the man who entered.&nbsp; Unless commanded to do otherwise, Fen was to be another object in the room when strangers entered.&nbsp; Never permitted to talk, look, or interact with them in any way unless his Mistress gave him permission to do so.&nbsp; The moment stretched on and Fenris never moved from his station, only making out the vaguest details of the man out of his peripheries.<br><br>Eventually the man continued on into the bedroom where their voices were muffled by both distance and Fen’s own selective hearing.&nbsp; Several minutes passed before Fenris heard Desirae’s footsteps approaching causing him to lift his head to acknowledge her presence.<br><br><em>"My friend is staying with me tonight. I want you to please eat, and then lay down for a while. We need to talk Fenris, but not right now. Later."</em><br><br>Fenris rose to his feet and nodded his head to her command.&nbsp; “Thank you.”<br><br>He retrieved the leftover portion of the cheeseburger and the small box of chicken nuggets and began eating them.&nbsp; The fact they were cold did not matter to him; even though he had been permitted to warm them up in the microwave, he felt doing so would make too much noise and would displease those who were present.&nbsp; Once done with his meal, he drank the rest of his water, placed the remaining hotdog in the fridge, and threw away any wrappers that remained.&nbsp; With nothing left for him to do, Fenris moved to an empty corner of the living room and knelt on the floor, waiting patiently for him to be needed again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 08:30:56</strong>
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				Desirae had sat down in a chair, watching him eat with an uneasy depressed feeling creeping over her. She remembered the sex they had last night and knew that he was truly broken or screwed up, somehow mentally fucked. But she still wanted to fix him, wanted him to be better. She just didn't know what to do. The Latina watched him then moving to the living room, and she was unsure what to do from there. She walked in after him, and turned on the TV, flipping it to the movie channels and letting it sit on, unsure of what was on. She just looked at Fenris and put the remote on the sofa.<br><br>"Sit and watch TV. When you get tired, come and get in your bed, under the blanket and with your head on the pillow." She then turned away, moving back into her bedroom. When she got there, Antonio was waiting. She looked him over, eyes indulging in the sight though their closeness was beyond it all. Desirae slipped past him, moving to look through her drawers. She was still lightly clad, and decided to finish off her outfit with a pair of short jogging shorts, at least to be covering up any chance of her spreading her legs and giving any man a good view of her thighs, and his imagination's desires of what little space was covered between her legs.<br><br>After that, she got into bed. Antonio moved out towards the living room then, and looked at Fenris, glaring.<br><br>"Tell me your name kid." He said in a low, accent-riddled voice. "Then tell me what the fuck you did to Desirae."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 08:45:25</strong>
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				Fen did as Desirae asked, moving to the couch and looking at the TV though not actually watching it.&nbsp; He would wait there until he felt tired or until his Mistress gave him another command.&nbsp; Several minutes passed as Fen sat in silence before Antonio walked into the living room and asked him a question.&nbsp; Fenris looked up at him, though focusing on his lips rather than his eyes.&nbsp; Since his Mistress referred to him as ‘friend’, he would be able to acknowledge the stranger’s presence though he would have no control over him.&nbsp; When Fen spoke, it was devoid of emotion and almost monotonous in tone.<br><br>“I had done all she asked of me to the best of my abilities.&nbsp; I followed her when she wished to be followed, went where she wished me to be, and pleased her the way she wished to be pleased.&nbsp; I am simply a tool of her desires who acts according to her will.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 17:12:37</strong>
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				Antonio folded his strong arms across his chest, glaring at the man as if he could burn holes through his skin. Everything he said made a pit of hatred in Antonio's stomach form towards him. The pale man was talking about Desirae's <em>desire</em> and <em>pleasing</em> her. Had something went on between them? Antonio let the idea of another man shacking up with Dez when it had been him who wanted her and cared for her all those years. Yet she denied him, would she deny the slave? His lips curled over his teeth in a quiet snarl as he washed away those ideas, closing his eyes. No, Desirae could barely stand Fenris, she would much less even think to have sex with him. The images flickered into his mind, then burned away into ash. Antonio raised his eyes to the man once more.<br><br>"Well then explain how you made her cry? Why you were screaming bloody fuckin' murder in her kitchen." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 18:35:54</strong>
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				Fenris’ eyes never left the television while Antonio talked to him.&nbsp; He could feel the scornful eyes upon him, but they did not affect the slave in the slightest.&nbsp; Only his Mistress’s opinion mattered, everybody else was but a fleeting extra in a play.&nbsp; They provided nothing to the story and had no sway on the crowd, Antonio was simply there as a presence that he had to be respectful towards.&nbsp; Though he couldn’t deny the pang of depression upon hearing about his Mistress’s tears even if it didn’t show on his person.<br><br>“I do not know this answer to this.&nbsp; I’ve been trained for years on how to serve my Mistress, but Desirae is not pleased by some of these methods.&nbsp; She only has expressed displeasure with my actions, with the sole exception of when she commanded me to pleasure her this morning…&nbsp; I do not understand why she keeps trying to treat me as a person.”<br><br>Fenris blinked after his mind reran that second question.&nbsp; His gaze left the television to meet Antonio’s, his expression hinted of confusion.<br><br>“When was I screaming?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 18:41:13</strong>
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				Antonio listened quietly, feeling his rage building. His eyes could've born flames to them, when he replayed the man's first answer over and over in his head. Again he imagined this man fucking his would be woman. Desirae never gave into <em>him</em>, why did she want this lean little white man? His fists clenched til his knuckles were white. And very suddenly, it happened.<br><br>Antonio took one step forward, hand snatching out and grabbing his throat with the intensity to ring his neck in a matter of minutes. His broad fingers curled into the man's skin and Antonio growled lowly. <br><br>"You listen to me you pathetic punk, you lay a hand on Desirae again, I'll tie you up and beat the living shit out of you, and then force you to watch <em>me</em> fuck your <em>'Mistress'</em> until she forgets who you are completely. Do you fucking understand me you piece of shit?" He growled, lips curling back over his teeth in a vicious snarl. "Hands off of the woman, or I'll <em>break</em> them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 19:50:23</strong>
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				The instant Antonio had grabbed him menacingly, Fenris’ mind prepared himself for self-defense.&nbsp; Once the stranger began making commands, Fen assumed that the Latino man was trying to take control of him away from his Mistress; something that he could not allow.&nbsp; No sooner had Antonio finished his threat than Fenris acted to defend himself for the sake of remaining a possession of his Mistress.<br><br>In one lightning flash movement, Fen sprung to his feet while the thumb of his left hand came across and buried itself into the pressure point in the wrist that restrained him, allowing his other fingers to wrap around the same wrist while doing so.&nbsp; The pressure applied to the weakness to his opponent’s wrist caused his grip to loosen enough for Fenris to pull himself free.&nbsp; Without wasting a step, Fen pivoted himself under Antonio’s arm, twisting his wrist on the process throwing off the large man’s balance.&nbsp; The moment he was directly under his arm, Fen jerked the twisted arm forward, robbing Antonio of even more balance causing him to stumble forward slightly.&nbsp; As he stood, behind him and off to the side, Fenris shoved the man’s strained arm forward finally stealing all of his balance then pulling upward as one of his feet kicked Antonio’s out from under him.<br><br>The result of all that momentum caused the large Latino man to do a forced front flip in the air.&nbsp; One his back was parallel to the ground; Fenris’ free hand planted itself onto his chest and slammed him to the ground with a thud that caused objects to rattle on their shelves.&nbsp; It happened so fast and without warning that the man never had a chance to react and was on his back, his lungs robbed of air, before he was aware of what had happened.&nbsp; Had Desirae not referred to him as a friend, Fen would have pressed the attack.<br><br>Instead,&nbsp; Fenris backed a few quick steps away assuming a fighting pose before he spoke, his voice just as threatening as Antonio’s had been earlier, though devoid of emotion.<br><br>“I obey none but my Mistress and will not hesitate to neutralize any who try to usurp her control!&nbsp; I will act according to <em>her</em> will, even if it is to bear witness to you pleasuring her; BUT I WILL NOT DO SO BECAUSE <em>YOU</em> WISH IT SO!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 20:44:58</strong>
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				Antonio's eyes grew wide as an attack commenced, throwing him down and showering pain through his body. But he only winced, and readied his own attack. The man curled his knees towards his chest, pulling his arms back and putting his hands against the floor behind his head. Then he rocked forward, pushing with his arms and pairing it with the momentum of his body. His boots slammed against the floor and he came to a quick stand. And pivoting, he came to face Fenris, the gun very suddenly in his hand and aimed at him.<br><br>"Hey punk, I hope you know what one of these are. I'd hate to kill you with a foreign object." <br><br>Desirae woke to the sounds of a raised voice, then her eyes grew wide at the heavy slamming noise as if someone had flipped the sofa. She jumped out of bed, racing out to the living room and grabbing her revolver on the way. She held the gun tight in one hand as she stood and saw the scene before her. Antonio, bearing a gun at the face of Fenris. <br><br>"Stop!!" She cried out, racing to jump between the two. Antonio quickly deterred the gun back to his belt and pants when she jumped before it. Desirae looked around between then and glared at them both equally.<br><br>"What is going on?" Her voice was a broken whisper. <br><br>"This ass is full of goddamn riddles, he wants to play karate class with a gangster, and it's going to get him <em>killed</em>." <br><br>"Stop, just stop, okay, both of you." <br><br>"You <em>fucked</em> this piece of shit. Didn't you?!" He turned to face her, and she looked at him with wide eyes. If there were anything on this earth she did not want anyone to find out about, it was Antonio finding out about the bathroom sex with Fenris.<br><br>"I-it was a mistake, Antonio I- he c-caught me off guard!" <br><br>"You..." Antonio grabbed her, his strength pulling her aside though she let him. He pushed her into a wall and looked at her. "You won't fuck me anymore. You won't let me give you everything you've ever wanted. This whole bullshit about you don't need a man, but you took his tiny fucking dipstick and rode it? Fucking tell me how I'm supposed to stay cool. I fucking <em>care</em> about you, yet you're riding the same dick that fucked Madeline's wrinkly old pussy on a daily basis." <br><br>Desirae winced, looking down sadly. <br><br>"Fuck this, I'll get Romeo to run by your clothes. I'm not staying here tonight, hell, you may not see me again. I hope life goes well without your fucking mentor to guide you. I <em>made</em> you. I see now how thankful you are." Antonio punched the wall beside her, making her jump, before he stormed out of the door, closing it quietly for a change.<br><br>Desirae looked at the floor, taking in a deep breath.<br><br>"Man, everything's gotten fucked up in less than 24 hours..." She shook her head, no she wasn't going to cry again just yet. She didn't even look at Fenris. "If there was anything I would've never wanted him to know, it was that we had sex Fen. You've no idea... the repercussions this will have... on me..." She shook her head, rubbing her temples.<br><br>"Why... why did you attack him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 21:09:25</strong>
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				Fenris watched as Antonio had ceased his Mistress and felt adrenaline pumping through his veins.&nbsp; He had been about to kill the Latino man in feral savagery, intending to tear out his throat with his own teeth.&nbsp; That was until he seen the look in Desirae’s eyes and knew that is the last thing she would wish of him.&nbsp; He simply watched as the man stomped out of the apartment, allowing his body to waste the extra energy that it had been given.&nbsp; Once the door slammed, Fenris lowered his arms and returned to a submissive posture.<br><br>When asked why he had acted as such, Fenris told her what Antonio had asked how he answered, how the man grasped his throat, and how he was threatened.&nbsp; Everything that had happened in the moments before she stepped into the room in clear and unbiased detail.<br><br>“He was trying to steal me from you; I could not allow him to do so…”<br><br>Fen walked towards Desirae and knelt before her, several feet away so as not invade upon her personal space, and lowered his head.&nbsp; “I did not mean to bring this burden upon you.&nbsp; Please tell me how I may fix the damage I have caused and punish me as you see fit.&nbsp; Let me know how I can offer you some measure of comfort.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 21:14:23</strong>
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				He knelt before her and she couldn't help but feel like killing him. Dez wanted to hit him, abuse him, destroy him for what he had done to her in less than a day. <br><br>"Forget it." She whispered. She gestured for him to come to a stand. "But you now have two options. When I ask you a question, you give me an answer. And if you refuse, I will remove your collar, and <em>destroy</em> it. And what becomes of you after that will not be my responsibility, but Antonio's." <br><br>Desirae took in a cold, long breath.<br><br>"So let's begin again. What is your collar's purpose?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 21:36:47</strong>
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				The threat of the destruction of his collar caused him to gasp in sudden terror.&nbsp; Had the collar been removed, it is likely he would have fallen to the fetal position shaking uncontrollably.&nbsp; The portion of Antonio’s involvement had not affected him in the least.<br><br>He nodded in acknowledgement and was pleased to hear that the question was one that he would be able to answer.<br><br>“The collar is to restrict me.&nbsp; To keep my thoughts and emotions at bay so I can best serve me Mistress free of my own opinion in input.&nbsp; With it on, I will only act how and when I am told; I will do no more and no less.&nbsp; When the collar is off, I am free to act in whatever way I deem best to accomplish the command I am given.&nbsp; My thoughts and emotions will focus on the task to be accomplished, blocking out any and all distractions.&nbsp; If the collar is off and I am not given a command, my mind becomes flooded with every type of emotion you can experience in its purest form while my thoughts run without direction.&nbsp; It hurts very much.&nbsp; I quickly become overwhelmed in the chaos of my mind and can do nothing but wait in agony until I am given a command or my collar is returned.”<br><br>Fenris paused for a moment to consider adding another point of information and decided that giving it would be of use to Desirae’s effectiveness when it came to punishing him.<br><br>“It was my former Mistress’s favorite way to punish me whenever I failed her greatly.&nbsp; No other punishment compares to this method.&nbsp; If I ever displease you, this is the most effective way to make me suffer for my failure.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 23:45:13</strong>
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				Desirae took in a long breath. Her lungs quivered for a moment and she wanted to sob, but she didn't. Instead, she looked over and went back towards her bedroom. There, she saw it, when she looked into her bathroom. Somehow, along the timeline of Antonio being there, he had left anesthetic and date rape mixtures on the bathroom counter, and a small bottle of Frova. She reached over and popped one Frova tablet with a hand cupped full of water. Then she returned, looking over him.<br><br>"Then I know what I must do." Dez said quietly. "Starting one week from now, I'm gonna' start conditioning you to be without it. It is <em>not</em> a safety measure, it's a mind game... I'm gonna' fix that... Just... " She shrugged. "Are you tired, if so, why don't you go to bed. Your Mistress needs to be alone..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 00:04:20</strong>
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				Fenris felt very nervous about the prospect of being without his collar.&nbsp; It was all he knew.&nbsp; It was the source of his comfort and stability.&nbsp; Without the collar’s reassuring embrace, there would be no support to his life and his mind.&nbsp; He wanted to tell his Mistress how much he loved it and how he didn’t want to be rid of it, but she had not asked for his opinion on the matter.&nbsp; She also seemed to be too exhausted from the day’s events to want to discuss the topic further.<br><br>A slight smile shown on his face when she finally referred to herself as his Mistress.&nbsp; She was finally starting to accept him for who he was and felt hope for the future of their relationship.<br><br>“As you wish.”<br><br>Fen walked to his bed, the human bed, and lay on its center knowing it was what his Mistress desired.&nbsp; He took the sheets and blankets, arranging them in such a way that it mimicked the edges of his old bed.&nbsp; Fen rolled into a ball within his nest and laid his head on a pillow.&nbsp; It took him nearly an hour before he was finally overcome by fatigue and drifted asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 00:44:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: ar julian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">~A Week Has Passed~</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br>The week has been detailed by fighting and tears. Desirae is on edge with Fenris, but she is beginning to cope. Sadly, without Fen's knowledge of it, she's becoming reliant on Frova, a migraine medicine, and is beginning to test that waters of other drugs. She has yet to use a full dose of the mixed anesthesia on Fenris, but instead has gotten in a habit of giving Fen a drink at night that has crushed Lunesta in it.<br><br>Her temper is calming down, but today it might change. Though she has avoided physical contact with Fenris up to this point, she knows it has been a week. And she is stricken on her ideas of breaking him. She decides today they will begin, and she will try her best to use his weaknesses to help ween him off of his collar.</span></span></div><br>Desirae watched the sun go down, her eyes shut. She had her hair tied into a tight bun with a few extremely wavy dark chocolate tendrils falling along her face and neck. The Latina wore a black silk and lace fitting gown with matching gloves and a choker (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/GW-D9018-L.jpg), underneath which was a black bra and pantie (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/HL-HL221-BLK-FRONT.jpg), both matching. She adorned a pair of long black industrial net thigh hi stockings (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/LA-9068_Q.jpg) with belts that attached to a thin belt that almost blended in with her panties. And along her feet were 4-inch black leather heels (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/PL-Jewel-46bpu.jpg) with rhinestone chains hanging over the sides all connected to the ankle high belt of her shoe. <br><br>Fenris had no idea what was in store, as she had not told him and was still hiding into the bathroom. She had adorned a rich dark bronze-based lipstick that had a hint of raspberry, glistening and complimenting her skin tone. Around her eyes were rich dark shades of gray and bronze that created a smoky look and drew a lot of attention to her eyes. She shuddered a bit, her fingerlessly gloved hands moving down to smooth the silk and lace. <br><br>"Fenris, come to my bedroom!" She commanded from inside the bathroom. Then she turned, waiting til she heard his footsteps. And then, when she heard them stop, she grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. She leaned into the doorway with a wild, devious grin, even though she was quite nervous.<br><br>"Good afternoon Fen." Desirae purred. "How are you doing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 01:12:14</strong>
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				Despite his best efforts, his Mistress has refused to accept him for what he was.&nbsp; Desirae’s resistance to this has made life stressful for the both of them.&nbsp; He was surprised by how quickly he was getting used to sleeping on the bed, though he still insisted in creating a nest with the sheets to mimic what he was used to.&nbsp; Now he obediently stood in the living room, waiting for his Mistress’s next command.<br><br><em>"Fenris, come to my bedroom!"</em><br><br>Fenris obeyed, walking into the bedroom and looking around for his Mistress.&nbsp; He stopped at the foot of her bed and waited for her to guide him further.&nbsp; The room was cast into sharp shadows by the single lamp near the bed.&nbsp; His attention snapped to the bathroom door when he noticed additional light pour into that side of the room.&nbsp; Fen’s manhood swelled upon seeing the erotic clothing his Mistress had on her body, revealing much skin behind a sensual veil.&nbsp; He had suddenly become aware of how long it had been since he was asked to pleasure his Mistress.<br><br>“I am doing well.&nbsp; Do you wish me to pleasure you this evening?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 01:20:26</strong>
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				"No." Desirae said coolly, strolling across the room in slow, sultry strides. She walked in the heels so that they had a soft, resounding click. She assured to sway her hips. Each footstep was directly in front of the last, her every motion reeking of seduction. She gazed at him with hazel eyes that almost glowed with the lamp light striking her irises. She extended a hand out, touching his chest with her fingertips. Her skin grazed his own as she circled around him, finally returning to stand before him. Her eyes slowly, and obviously, trailed down his bare chest to the sight of his dark plaid pajama pants (which she'd gotten Romeo to pick up a week before when he went on a two hundred dollar shopping trip to buy everything she needed to keep Fenris from being absolutely nude). She could already see the swell of his phallus beneath the cloth, grinning.<br><br>"I want you to talk to me, standing exactly where you are." She leaned forward, and placed one kiss upon his lips, barely catching his between her own before drawing back. She then leaned back, licking her lips and doubling the glisten of the lipgloss when she did so. Her eyes met his own and she drew both hands up, around his neck. With a soft <em>snap</em>, she undid the collar, retrieved it into her hand, and walked away to set it calmly on her nightstand. She turned to him then and returned, standing before him. She let her fingers pull over his skin, fingers running over his neck and palms caressing his clavicles. <br><br>"Tell me how you feel, right now. No lies, no holding back. But do not move, stand completely still. Just answer me... What are you feeling?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:53:13</strong>
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				Fenris could taste the raspberry flavor the she left behind on her lips along with the surge of electricity.&nbsp; He had missed the feeling of her kiss.&nbsp; With the snap of the collar, Fenris’ posture loosened slightly as all the tension left his shoulders.&nbsp; His mind remained calm and submissive, standing in place as he had been commanded.&nbsp; The feeling of her fingers caressing his flesh sent chills down his spine and pleasure though his body.&nbsp; His eyes marveled at the way her clothes accented her curves and enticed his senses.<br><br><em>"Tell me how you feel, right now. No lies, no holding back. But do not move, stand completely still. Just answer me... What are you feeling?"</em><br><br>“Excitement, confusion, and lust.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:03:21</strong>
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				"Good. Thank you for answering honestly. Now." Desirae dragged her fingers down his body, until her hand slid around his hip. She traced her fingers over his rear, doing her best to contain herself from moaning out at the feel of a male body beside her. Dez let her fingers ride back up his back, pushing into his hair as she leaned forward. A slow, supple kiss fell upon the crook of his neck, her breath pouring over him. Her eyes fluttered, her long dark lashes brushing over his skin as she pulled away. <br><br>Dez looked over him, pressing one hand to his cheek.<br><br>"Now. Look at me. When you see my body, do you feel anxiety? Are you worried? What if I were to take an article of clothing off?... What are you thinking now?" She whispered, pulling her hand away and taking a step away. She slid her hands down her legs and smiled vaguely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:13:29</strong>
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				The feeling of her fingers wandering all over his body practically had him purring with excitement, punctuated with bursts of pleasure where her kisses and breath touched.&nbsp; A gentle moan responded to her touch.&nbsp; Fenris looked at her when she ordered, having not been aware that his eyes had closed from the caressing.&nbsp; He answered her questions as they were asked, his voice sounded as though he was in a dreamlike trance.<br><br>“No.”<br><br>“No.”<br><br>“Mmmmm.&nbsp; No.”<br><br>“Why you do not wish me to pleasure you.”<br><br>Fenris’ eyes drunk in her appearance with an eager smile, wishing it was his hands caressing her smooth legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:23:30</strong>
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				"The answer to your question is to come about later, <em>my Fenris</em>." She purred, looking up at him. She leaned in closer once more. This time, she place another single kiss on his lips. She then grinned, stepping back. Desirae moved all the way across the room, that stretch of six or seven feet to a stereo system. She had speakers placed throughout her room, and when she turned on the stereo, it was noticeable. Smooth sounds of a rich music poured through the room, sounding something like techno, with a touch of alternative and a sultry sound that was slow enough to dance to. <br><br>Dez turned to look at him, letting her arms flow above her head. Her wrists tilted back, fingers slightly curled as she eyed Fenris, hips beginning to sway. She stepped forward, long smooth legs perfectly highlighted in the somewhat sensual lighting. Then another step, and another. She danced before him. Her hands fell forward, falling onto Fen's shoulders as she rocked her hips side to side, back then forth, legs spreading and heels planted firmly in place. She swayed and danced, lips pulling into a sensual grin. Her fingers traced up his neck, over his ears and into his hair. Then down to his cheeks, thumbs over his lips.<br><br>"My command is for you to stay still. My next question now."<br><br>She moved closer, her knees bent and her body lowered, her hands on the outside of his calves and sliding back up to his hips then sides as she came back to a stand, breasts grazing his chest. <br><br>"Why is it that any other time without your collar you get extremely upset, but right now you... you seem..." She leaned closer, licking her lip and letting the whisper pour into his ear. "<em>Fine.</em>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:37:46</strong>
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				Fenris watched in awe as his Mistress danced for him, admiring the way her hips moved to the music.&nbsp; He could feel his sex swell to its full size as she closed the distance between them, allowing her fingers to wander over his body yet again.&nbsp; An excited gasp marked the moment he felt her breasts graze against his pecks, desiring more contact with his Mistress.&nbsp; Fen shuddered visibly when she whispered seductively into his ear, his pulse racing at the intimacy behind it.<br><br>“Because… you’ve given me a command before removing my collar.”&nbsp; He cooed as he felt her touch again and had to take a moment to gather himself.&nbsp; “My mind is focused on the tasks you are giving me.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:54:38</strong>
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				Desirae took in another deep breath, moving closer. She pressed the front of her body to his own, feeling his arousal. She reached to his pants and bent her knees once more. She gripped the sides of his pajama pants and pulled them down as her body moved. When they reached his ankles, she put her hand on his bare outer legs, then came to a stand again, coming up once more. Her fingers slid up the legs of his boxers then, caressing his hips before she pulled her hands over his boxers and ran them gently up his sides. She stepped back one smooth step, then gripped her silk and lace dress. She raised it over her head then, the thing disappearing from her smooth golden skin as she tossed it aside into the corner of the room. She stepped closer, and then slid her thumbs into his boxers.<br><br>"I shall completely remind you to stay still." <br><br>Her fingers pressed against his boxers and she pushed them until they too fell around his ankles. His engorged manhood bounced free from the cloth and she raised one hand to her face. She ran her tongue over her palm, wetting it, before letting her hand fall and her fingers wrap around him. His shaft was warm, and she was tightening her hand around him. With that little bit of wetness, she slid over his shaft with a gripped ease. She moved to cover his tip, fingers gentle and varying in pressure as she went.<br><br>"Have you ever been touched before?" Dez then whispered calmly, moving faster to massage his cock as she awaited his answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 04:14:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae’s body felt perfect against his, he desired greatly to embrace her but could not do so because he had to remain still.&nbsp; The feeling of her sliding down him, catching his pants and removing them caused him to bite his lip eagerly.&nbsp; He could feel his desire pressing him to take her, but his mind was able to stifle that idea.&nbsp; More pleasure coursed through his nerves as she teased him with more touches, feeling himself becoming addicted to the intimacy of her actions.<br><br>“Yesss.”&nbsp; He purred as she removed his boxers, feeling his sex suddenly exposed to the open air.<br><br>The feeling of her moistened hand threatened to rob him of his balance as he felt his knees shake for a moment, threatening to buckle with the sudden wave of intense pleasure.&nbsp; Fenris began panting excitedly as she stroked his sex; the intimacy behind it was completely alien to him.&nbsp; It took him a moment to gather his thoughts and control his breath before he could answer her, his voice shaking with ecstasy.<br><br>“Y-yes.&nbsp; But last week was the f-“ He let out a moan as another wave of pleasure hit him hard, “first time it was with ungloved hands.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 04:26:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is too bad." Desirae said, feeling herself getting wet with the feel of his manhood in her grip. She had to keep control though, she had to break him. And when she lost her control, that's probably what would happen. She leaned closer, until the tip of his erection was rubbing against her thigh as she continued to jerk him, now a bit more quickly. Her lips laced across his neck, sucking and gently nipping at his skin. Her tongue leaped out and caressed certain spots, and she just enjoyed for a moment the taste of his body. Then she turned back and leaned away, ready to interrogate more.<br><br>"Now. Remain still. I want you to moan for me. Vocalize your ecstasy, no matter what I'm doing to you. I want to hear your cries of pleasure, the sound of you enjoying yourself. And I want you to tell me. Do you want me to touch you faster, slower, harder, or softer?" Desirae ran her free hand up, fingers pushing into his hair as she then came back down, caressing the spot where his collar hugged him before her lips came to that very spot and soothed it with her tongue and cool breaths.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 04:46:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris didn’t need her to command him to moan, but by doing so he felt less of an urge to hide his pleasure.&nbsp; The feeling of her lips on his chest and neck, letting out a airy moan as she did so in tandem with stroking his cock.&nbsp; He felt himself desire her touch more, craving her passion more so than Madeline’s primal lust.&nbsp; It made him feel wanted, not needed and almost… human.<br><br>He shuddered again when he felt the soothing caress of her tongue on his neck where the collar usually rested, gasping hotly as he did so.&nbsp; “H-harder a-and slower…”&nbsp; He let out a deep moan as he felt the need to cling to something, to clench onto something to ground him.&nbsp; “I love t-the passion of your touch…”&nbsp; Fen’s eyes squeezed shut as he let out another loud moan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 05:11:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His moans sent her over the edge, making her crazy. Fen's voice echoing through her bedroom in pleasure was amazing and wonderful. Desirae obeyed his commands, gripping his cock tighter and moving slower, her hand moving harder against him. She did this for about two or so minutes, her kisses lacing across his shoulders and neck, some dwindling down his chest. Finally, she leaned back, releasing his throbbing member from her hand and standing before him. Dez began to dance slowly before him again, putting her hands on his chest.<br><br>"Now. Sit." She pushed him gently, til he felt the edge of her bed behind his knees and he could only fall back onto it. When he was sitting, she continued her move on him. She turned around, swinging her hips softly before turning back to face him. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, spreading her legs around his own, leaning in to capture his lips quickly in a slow fashion. Desirae then backed up one step, and came forward again. This time she put her hands on his knees and pushed them apart, kneeling between his legs.<br><br>"Vocalize your pleasure, and instruct me. Faster, slower, harder, or softer." She leaned down, wrapping two fingers around the base of his manhood as her lips pressed to the crown. She let her tongue sweep out, caressing the very edge before she kissed the tip twice. Then she continued, licking and stroking him with her tongue, sucking on bits of his head while postponing to actually bury him into her mouth. <br><br>"Have you ever had someone give you a blow job before?" Desirae said, a little nervous, but not showing it as she looked up to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 05:37:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris was panting heavily by the time she finished stroking his sex, several times his balance threatened to fail him.&nbsp; When she released him, he realized just how hot and excited his body had become.&nbsp; There was a red hue to his flesh from his racing pulse as his body craved more.&nbsp; He sat when he was commanded, feeling the soft comforter beneath him and was waiting for his Mistress to sit on his lap so he could fuck her.&nbsp; When she kissed him, he let out another moan with their lips still pressed together, his back arching in desire.&nbsp; He was anticipating the feeling of her sex wrapping tightly around his manhood.&nbsp; That sensation never came.<br><br>His pulse raced as she knelt between his legs, feeling uncertain and out of place.&nbsp; “D-Desirae, I-“ his sentence was lost as the word blended into a roaring moan from the feeling of her lips on his sex.&nbsp; Fen hadn’t realized he stopped breathing with the sensations of her tongue and mouth inflicting pleasure the like of which he had never experienced before.&nbsp; He inhaled a deep breath he had not been aware he needed once she stopped to ask him the question; he was a little light headed.<br><br>“N-Nev….”&nbsp; He had to take another deep breath to clear the dizziness from his head just to complete one word.&nbsp; “Never.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 05:43:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he finally stammered out a solid word- that word being 'never'- Desirae continued. She pursed her lips, yet did not part them but a very tiny bit, as if big enough for a pea to get through. Then she pressed those lips to his cock, pushing her head down. His girth parted her lips, pushing inside of her. His muscles ground against her tongue as she deepened it. She didn't even play or tease once she started, going straight to his hilt in a slow, time-taking manner. Her lips curled around his hilt, causing her to remove her fingers, allowing her to slide back. She let her tongue wet him, the first time down and back just getting him accustomed. When she almost parted from his tip, she went straight back down again, repeating this process several times.<br><br>Then, after a minute, she went down and returned with a sucking sensation. She pulled air into her and felt his skin tugging towards her throat. She was gentle though, saving something rougher for his tip before continuing down again. When she slid down his manhood again, she sucked a little harder, and kept that pace as she began to speed up, fingers running over his thighs and up his body, touching along his back and sides as she sucked him off as best she could, hoping to make his first experience something to remember.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 06:12:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris became quite anxious about what she was doing.&nbsp; He was supposed to be on his knees, pleasuring <em>her</em>.&nbsp; Never in his life had his Mistress knelt before him and it was an unnerving experience.&nbsp; “M-Mistress… This isn’t hoooOOOOOOO-“&nbsp; Fen tried to voice his protest, but the feeling of her sliding his throbbing sex into her mouth turned his words into a howl of raw pleasure.&nbsp; Stars danced in his vision as he was hit by ecstasy that he had never experienced before.&nbsp; He could not catch his breath to ask her to stop, it felt amazing and wrong at the same time.<br><br>He felt her come up again and tried to prepare another attempt to speak, but she once again took his entire length inside of her mouth and the resulting shot of pleasure rocked his mind.&nbsp; Fen couldn’t remember what he had just been thinking, what he had been wanting to say.&nbsp; It was lurking just on the tip of his tongue, but as she slid up and back down his shaft the thought disappeared entirely along with the doubt and anxiety.&nbsp; He was now lost in the intensity of pleasure he had never thought possible, feeling the ecstasy mix with passion within him.&nbsp; Fen leaned back, supporting himself with one hand while the other rested on the back of her head, gripping a handful of hair.&nbsp; He was not afraid of being hit for doing such a thing, his mind was so busy processing these sensations that there was no room for thought.<br><br>There was a never ending chorus of moans as Desirae continued sucking him.&nbsp; His breathing became labored panting and he could feel his body’s heat begin to flair as his cock swelled.&nbsp; It took a lot of effort, but he was finally able to gain enough control to speak through the pleasure.<br><br>“Des..irae… please… st-top-p.&nbsp; I-I’m… goooOOOoooing… to… to…”<br><br>Fen wasn’t able to finish what he was saying before his mind was lost in the pleasure.&nbsp; He wanted to warn her, tell her to stop.&nbsp; He wanted to feel the orgasm that came with such ecstasy, but was taught never to spill his seed upon his Mistress.&nbsp; The muscles in his body began to tense and suddenly that lesson vanished into the back of his mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 06:22:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae worked hard, living for every moan he gave. She felt her chest quivering and she had to hold onto her sanity by a hair. She sucked harder and harder, feeling him swell. She reached under the bed, feeling around for her toy box. It was a little silver sex toy case (http://www.mysecretsmile.com/images/uploads/thumbs/thumb_2420.jpg). She flipped the switch eagerly and reached inside, feeling a pack of Puffs tissues in the corner of the box. She tugged out three, sucking on his head extremely hard as if to milk out his orgasm. She then reached up quickly, gripping his manhood and jerking it quickly and hotly, working him to bring him to orgasm. She licked her lips and readied the tissues, wanting his first orgasm to be a clean one, and then his second or third one to be a bit more messy. <br><br>"Cum Fenris. Cum now." She said in a demanding, straight tone. She looked at him, her hand moving so fast it was almost a blur, her hand wet and curled pinky and outside of her hand slapping against the base of his skin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 06:35:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she pulled him out of her mouth, Fen had regained some of his mental facilities, but she was already stroking his swelling cock too quickly for him to have time to ask her to stop.&nbsp; That he felt it was wrong.&nbsp; He tried desperately to fight off the orgasm, so that he would not spill his seed upon his Mistress.&nbsp; Fen was actually gaining the advantage over his body, but then she gave him the next command.<br><br><em>"Cum Fenris. Cum now.”</em><br><br>Fenris’ mind instantly gave up the struggle and his body tensed.&nbsp; There was a long, drawn out moan as he felt his entire body surge with tension and pleasure, rising, soaring to new heights.&nbsp; Fen gritted his teeth as it reached its peak immediately before all the tension was released, causing him to gasp with release.&nbsp; His seed shot out in several pulses, filling the tissues until they were thoroughly soaked with his cum.<br><br>Fen’s mind was cleared of thoughts and emotions as he fell back on the bed, gasping for breath even though his cock remained as hard as before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 06:47:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he fell back on the bed, Dez disposed of the tissues into the small waste-basket near her nightstand. Then she returned her attention to Fenris once more. She slowly stood, letting her tongue roll over his head once more and lapping up that last bead of cream that formed against his tip. She moved over him, kissing up his body until she was leaning on the bed, on her hands and knees over him. She leaned down, capturing his lips with hers. Slow, rich kisses. Like a dessert that one never wanted to end, so they ate it slowly. But it was so good that it was hard to resist. She felt his lips and hers, almost clinging to one another as the kiss continued. Her eyes fell shut and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Desirae smiled when she parted, but only for a moment.<br><br>She returned, lips parting as she took in his breath, his lips, his taste. She let her tongue slide against his own, brushing over it and caressing it slowly, the taste seeping off of her being one of mint and light citrus, creating a tangy taste. Her fingers tangled into his hair, her moans quietly meshing into his own. It felt like hours had passed, laying there and making out with the slave on her bed. But she couldn't help but love it. Finally, Dez tore away and looked down at him slowly, hazel eyes lulled away with the passion she had kept locked up.<br><br>"Did you enjoy your orgasm? And are you enjoying my kisses?" She whispered. "And would you like more?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 06:57:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen’s body spasmed as his Mistress teased and cleaned his cock, still sensitive from the orgasm.&nbsp; Each sensation intensified a thousand fold, hitting him like a hammer, almost too much for him to take.&nbsp; He moaned pleasantly as he felt her form climbing up his body, leaving a trail of passion in her wake.&nbsp; His entire body alight with electricity.&nbsp; The moment her lips locked with his, he felt his muscles contract with desire, his hands pulling her towards him tightly.&nbsp; After a few seconds, he felt his back arching, pressing itself further into her figure.&nbsp; Several gentle moans vibrated his lips as he hoped this kiss would never end.&nbsp; Even as the effects of the orgasm wore off, his mind was so focused on sharing this pleasure with his Mistress that there was no need for a command to occupy his thoughts.<br><br>“I’ve never felt anything like them before.&nbsp; It feels… surreal.”<br><br>He nibbled lightly upon her neck for a moment as he considered the last question.<br><br>“Only if we can share the pleasure…”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 07:05:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae took in a breath of the air around them, grinning softly. She leaned up til she was on her knees, still over his body. She reached down and undid the garter belt around her waist, letting the thin thing slide down her legs at her commend. She leaned forward a bit and shifted her legs, getting rid of it. Then she came to a stand, reaching back. Her bra disappeared as it fell beyond Fen's vision. The strings around her panties were pulled, letting the tops of her tying boy shorts loosen til they too slid down her thighs. Stepping out, she moved back onto the bed, crawling over him. Her breasts were somewhat sensitive, especially after the bra's tormenting capture. Her nipples stuck out erectly, aroused just as her sex was- glistening with the dew of her affections. <br><br>She crawled over him and began kissing him again, letting her lips get lost against his own, her eyes falling shut. With her hand, she once again began to caress his member, before she shifted so that her sex was just over it. She controlled him, using his cock to move back and forth, the head brushing through the ambrosia on her nether lips, and using it to lubricate him before she carried him against her clitoris, summoning quick, deep moans from the woman. She then placed him at her nether lips once more, using two fingers to spread herself further open for him, placing his tip to penetrate her.<br><br>"Don't move. That is your command. But tell me what you want. Would you take it if you were not a slave? Would you penetrate me and have wild, passionate sex all night long, if you were not a slave and could have what you truly <em>want?</em>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 07:20:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris marveled at Desirae’s naked body, admiring her rolling curves and smooth skin as she undressed before him.&nbsp; He embraced her as before once she brought her lips to his allowing himself to get lost in her lips.&nbsp; A moan purred from him as he felt the warm nectar coat his sex causing it to throb with anticipation to find its source.&nbsp; More heated moans followed once she began using his manhood to play with herself.<br><br><em>"Don't move. That is your command. But tell me what you want. Would you take it if you were not a slave? Would you penetrate me and have wild, passionate sex all night long, if you were not a slave and could have what you truly want?"</em><br><br>He had to think about that for a moment.&nbsp; Fenris had never considered life as not being a slave, and object to another’s will.&nbsp; The thought of which caused a migraine to appear in his head.&nbsp; Fenris knew that he wanted to take his Mistress, but she asked him to view it from a perspective of not being a slave.&nbsp; He struggled to think through the pain that grew in his head, his eyes closed tightly trying to block out the pain while pressing his thoughts forward.&nbsp; Tears began for form and he gritted his teeth as he pressed harder to move the mountain even a fraction of an inch.&nbsp; For a heartbeat, he had managed to find the answer he was looking for and let out a sigh as he forced himself away from that form of thinking.&nbsp; The migraine lingered, but was gradually fading.&nbsp; It no longer mattered, he had the answer he was looking for and a confident smile formed on his face as he looking to Desirae’s eyes.<br><br>“Yes… I would.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 07:25:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae smiled softly. She reached up, and stroked the space along his neck. Her fingers grazed over the flesh softly, her smile widening. Her other hand then reached up to his cheek while the first found solace in placing itself flat against the bed. Her other hand slowly caressed his cheeks, then his lips, and reached up to gently take the moisture from his lashes where it had formed from the strain.<br><br>"Good." Desirae began. She then moved her hand back to his throat, and placed two fingers on the space where his collar would usually lay. "Because right now, you are without your collar. And thus, you are <em><span class="bbc_u">not</span></em> a slave. You are my lover right now. You do not obey my word, you seek pleasure as well as my own... And you know what we both want... Will you take it?" Desirae whispered, unsure of what to expect.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 07:38:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen enjoyed the feeling of her hand caressing his face.&nbsp; It was the perfect reward to his ordeal.<br><br><em>"Because right now, you are without your collar. And thus, you are not a slave. You are my lover right now. You do not obey my word, you seek pleasure as well as my own... And you know what we both want... Will you take it?"</em><br><br>He tried to comprehend the meaning behind his Mistress’s words.&nbsp; When he did, his eyes shot wide open and his breath was taken from him as he felt a sharp pain in his neck where the collar would be, as though somebody took a white-hot iron coil and wrapped it around his neck.&nbsp; He struggled and writhed in pain and he brought his arms up to claw at his neck, trying to remove whatever it was that caused his pain.&nbsp; He did not scream or shout, only let out a series of shrill whimpers.&nbsp; Once again, tears pooled in his eyes and he instantly abandoned that train of thought though the pain carried on for several more seconds before subsiding.<br><br>“Please…”&nbsp; He choked out, voice raw.&nbsp; “It hurts… I can’t… I want… I’m just…”<br><br>Fenris pulled his face forward, seeking refuge in the crux of Desirae’s neck.<br><br>“I’m scared…”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 07:46:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His reaction made her own eyes widen, as she felt this pit of pain in her stomach, anger rising inside of her. She wanted to scream at him, but at once wanted to just fall back dead against the floor board. She got up, crawling off of him. His dick met the air as the tip no longer was wrapped in the sweet nurturing lips of her sex. She came to a stand, reaching over to the nightstand and picking up the collar. With a light toss, she threw it onto his stomach.<br><br>"Put your collar back on." Desirae whispered, disappointed, confused, and feeling quite stupid for having even gotten her hopes up. The woman moved to her dresser, kicking off her heels after kneeling and undoing the little buckles at the back. Then she rolled down the thigh his and put them back in the drawer. Reaching inside she pulled out a pair of black tie side panties (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/BZ-1171SL.jpg), before then pulling out and sliding on a black lace and iris chemise (http://images.forplaycatalog.com/product_large_size_images/190198.jpg). She pulled out the bun and her hair fell in thick dark chocolate waves down to the center of her back, and she moved to sit on her bed. With a limp gesture, she raised her hand.<br><br>"The night might as well be done for us. Are you hungry for dinner?" Dez whispered in a quiet defeated tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 07:58:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Desirae pulled away from him, Fenris felt sorrow envelope his being.&nbsp; He had confided in her, seeking comfort and reassurance only to be denied what he secretly sought for years.&nbsp; There was a sudden weight on his stomach and he felt the familiar shape of his collar as she walked out of the room, ordering him to put it back on.&nbsp; For the first time since he could remember, he didn’t want to, but did as his Mistress wished.&nbsp; He slide it around his neck and in the brief moment before the clasps locked, felt as though it was truly the only thing in his life that would be there to reassure him, to comfort him.<br><br><em>Click</em><br><br>Just like that, all of his emotions and thoughts were walled away behind a spiked curtain of steel and leather.<br><br>“No, I am not.”<br><br>He did not leave the bedroom or even sit up for several minutes.&nbsp; Fenris just laid there in the bliss that was his purgatory.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 08:14:35</strong>
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				Desirae heard his answer and escaped slowly to the bathroom. She shut the door and locked it, staring at the mirror. There was something she despised now, seeing herself like this. Her eyes were done up beautifully, and she was fighting back tears because crying would only run black down her cheeks. Why did he have to say that, why did he have to be that way? How hard would it have been to just take her by her hips and give in, to just enjoy himself for once. His words rang through her head. He wanted to, but what held him back? Years of conditioning could not be undone so fast, she knew now, but she was sitting here about to cry again. Her pussy ached, and she was wet- ready for sex with Fenris again. Ready for the pleasure. She reached to go grab her Frova, when suddenly her phone began to vibrate. She reached into her jeans, still resting on the counter from earlier. She reached inside, and looked at it. <br><br><em>Antonio</em>. <br><br>The immediate first thought was that he would have sex with her. He'd give in on a heartbeat if she even gave him the time of day. He'd make passionate love to her through the cold night, no ifs ands or buts. She buried her head into her hands and sobbed quietly, wiping away her tears before they could take her make-up with them. <br><br>Desirae felt so many things at once. Longing, desperation, anger, hate, love, passion, sadness, compassion, need, spite, rage, and confusion. So much confusion. A snarl formed on her lips as she suddenly without even the knowing to herself that she would do it, pulled her arm back and slammed her fist hard into the mirror. Cracks ran wild through the figure, a large ring of thinner more close shatter marks near where her fist had struck. Her knuckles immediately began to bleed as she yelped, crippling into the floor. The Latina sucked in cold breaths, and raised herself back to the sink. She quickly jumped for the bandages and alcohol, cleaning the wound and wrapping it. Then she worked on clipping the ends together with small metal bandage clasps. Her fist throbbed and she stared into the mirror at all the tiny shards, creating a broken image of herself.<br><br>"Your father ain't coming back." Her mother spat in fluent Spanish at her. Desirae shook her head. "He was framed by the damn idol, and now he is in jail serving ten years. By the time he gets out, he won't remember us anymore." Her mother sat on the sofa, smoking down a cheap cigarette, her deeply tanned body draped in dark magenta lingerie as she waited for a man in the bathroom to come out for her. <br><br>"But Madre," Desirae began, "what will become of <em>us</em>?" <br><br>"We will rot." <br><br>The bathroom door opened and the man came out, putting himself on top of her mother and smothering her cigarette with his boot after smacking it aside. Dez stepped into the bathroom when it was free, staring at the small square mirror bearing scratches and lipstick smears around the corners. She saw her face, the girl but a preteen at the time.<br><br><em>I hate my life. I hate my mother, I hate her customers, and I hate Madeline Rose. I won't live this way. It's pathetic!</em><br><br>Desirae, before she knew it, had slammed her young and flawless little fist into the mirror, the thing shattering around her as she crippled away.<br><br><br>Dez took in a long breath, turning to open the door, and stepping out. She then moved to the kitchen and pulled out a skillet. She pulled out soft tortillas, raw beef steak, and a few other things needed to make Fajitas, then pulled out of her cabinets and fridge what was needed to make Sangria fruit cocktails. <br><br>"<em>Sálvame, Padre, sálvame.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 08:24:46</strong>
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				Fenris shot up to a sitting position when he heard the loud sound of impact coming from the bathroom.&nbsp; He waited for something, anything to let him know what happened and what he could do to help.&nbsp; Nothing happened for several moments until Desirae finally exited.&nbsp; As she passed, he noticed the injuries on her hand, but remained silent.&nbsp; He had obviously hurt her again and pressing forward would only make it worse for her.&nbsp; Instead, he walked into the bathroom and noticed the shattered mirror.&nbsp; Fenris promptly began the task of cleaning up the glass shards and removing any loose fragments from the wall, confident that his Mistress wouldn’t be able to hear what he was doing from the kitchen.<br><br>After several minutes, the mess was cleaned and Fenris went to the living room, sitting on the couch just as his Mistress was finishing her meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 08:32:36</strong>
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				The steak had been marinating in a sauce primarily of lime, garlic, and jalapeno, which though did not sound pleasant, mixed well in the right doses. She cut it and put it on to cook. She laid out the tortillas, putting them in a pan over a boiling pot of water to let them steam and heat. She removed them shortly after and set them aside, working onward to get dinner finished. She set up two plates, each with two steak fajitas, bean puree topped in melted cheese, and rice she'd fixed up at the last minute. Then she made a small pitcher of Spanish sangria with pieces of lime and apple. She poured it into two glasses (http://s3.amazonaws.com/tc-photos/33123/product/standard/8113.jpg), sticking a sprig of mint into each one before setting them both at the kitchen table.<br><br>Fenris was in the living room now, so she called him to come into the kitchen.<br><br>"Dinner is ready, please join me." She said calmly. Somehow punching the mirror had vented her frustration. She pulled out her chair and sat down after putting down forks and napkins, pulling her hair back out of her way. The smell reminded her of her Antonio's abuela's house, where she fixed fajitas for the kids and family, while fixing lime and apple sangria for the older ones. <br><br>"Hey Fen," Dez said, staring at her food and scooping up a bit of the rice with her fork. "why does it hurt to be free?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 08:46:15</strong>
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				Fenris was happy to hear Desirae invite him to the table, her anger apparently subsided at the cost of a bathroom mirror.&nbsp; He sat and accepted the drink, taking several small gulps; he had not been aware of how dehydrated he had become from their brief encounter earlier.<br><br><em>"Why does it hurt to be free?"</em><br><br>He blinked in surprise at that question and considered it for several moments, slightly lifting his head in thought so that Desirae didn’t think she was being ignored.<br><br>“I do not know for certain.&nbsp; Perhaps it has to do with my training…&nbsp; Or perhaps it has to do with what it was like before Madeline rescued me.&nbsp; Could be both.”<br><br>Fenris’ eyes met Desirae’s.&nbsp; “If I may ask…&nbsp; Why does it hurt you to see me enslaved?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 08:54:42</strong>
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				She put down her fork for a moment when he spoke, trying to muster up an answer of her own. Dez let the thought simmer in her mind, twisting and turning, growing more logical though she could not truly make herself understand the total mass of her reasonings. Finally, she spoke up.<br><br>"Because you're not human when you're tied up. You are not yourself, and you will never be. And it hurts, trying to help a drone, a puppet, and knowing that my efforts are truly being wasted. And that I'm too stupid to give up." <br><br>Dinner continued after that, slowly she prodded at her food until her plate was basically clean and she had downed two glasses of sangria. Hell, it only made her crave the gigantic bottle of Arbor Mist in her fridge that she saved for lonely confused nights like this one. But she couldn't help herself. The woman came to a stand and picked up the dishes when both parties were done and slid them into the sink.<br><br>"If you want to do something, I cooked, you can clean up. Then... then meet me in my room later." She reached into the fridge and pulled out the bottle of Arbor Mist Peach Chardonnay, and walked off into her room. It was about half full, and she unscrewed the top. She had to hold the bottom of the bottle with two fingers and hold the neck at once, the weight of the bottle quite something as she drank it down. More and more, until she felt herself hazing into being tipsy. Desirae finally sat the bottle down, feeling herself twisting into her emotions again with the alcohol and migraine meds running through her system, and all she could do now was wait for Fenris to come and prepare for bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 09:14:56</strong>
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				Fenris kept his gaze upon the table the entire time she ate, too ashamed and guilt stricken to meet Desirae’s gaze.&nbsp; Even though she may not have been aware of her progress, Fen certainly noticed it.&nbsp; Bit by bit, she was slowly peeling away the teaching of his former Mistress.&nbsp; Eating and drinking when he desired, not referring to her by ‘my Mistress’, not ending every sentence with her name, keeping a distance from her, and even being so bold as to ask the occasional question.&nbsp; Although they were everyday occurrences for her, to Fenris, they were drastic changes to his lifestyle.<br><br>“I will take care of it for you.”<br><br>Once she left the room, Fen proceeded to wash, dry, and put away the dishes.&nbsp; After going over the table and countertops with a washcloth, he turned off the lights in the kitchen and walked into the bedroom.&nbsp; He noticed the slight sway to Desirae’s posture even though she sat.&nbsp; There was a bit of anxiety in his mind that he dismissed with a deep breath and did what he felt was necessary to please his Mistress.<br><br>Fenris approached her and knelt before her.&nbsp; Not in his normal submissive style, but in one that allowed him to look into Desirae’s eyes while allowing him to place his palms on her knees.&nbsp; He had never been so bold in his life.<br><br>“Desirae…&nbsp; I cannot understand why you would endure all this torture just for the sake of freeing me, but I want to reassure you that I <em>am</em> trying.&nbsp; You do not fully see all that you have accomplished so far, but I urge you to take a look from the way things are now to the way things were when you first claimed me.”<br><br>He paused for a moment, feeling a slight lump growing in his throat that would have a slight effect on his voice.&nbsp; If one did not look for it, it is possible that it could be missed.<br><br>“For the briefest of moments today… I’ve seen what it was like to be free.&nbsp; Something that I haven't experienced for the past thirteen years of my life.”<br><br>“You. <em>Are</em>. Succeeding.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 09:27:18</strong>
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				Desirae heard him come, seeing the lights go out in the kitchen and living room. She raised her eyes to his as he entered, her hues bright and her lashes lulling over their center, her mind having a hard time focusing. Her thoughts were crashing into each other until she only felt emotions, and did not truly think. And every word Fen said made her heart thunder in her chest. Worth something, she thought. Don't give up.<br><br>Dez came up to a slow stand, swaying a bit and coming forward. She was not truly drunk, but she was definitely buzzed. The woman curled her finger and pointed to his bed. <br><br>"Thank you... go to bed now." She reached over after he moved over and curled on top of the covers. And out went the light. She moved then away from her bed, parting open the drapes so that the city lights filled the room with a dull cast of many flickering lights and a great scene to stare out to. Turning, Fen could see her silhouette, and she could see a bare light landing on the curve of his biceps, calves, and hips. She moved forward without thought, and fell to his bed slowly. She crawled over him, and gripped his shoulders with her hands, pushing him onto his back. Without saying or doing anything, she began to kiss him. Kissing him til her tongue came forth and the kiss became making out. Then she raised her chemise, her panties sliding down her legs immediately and ending up on the corner of Fenris' mattress. With the city lights on them, she moved to remove his boxers. Her lips met his, and this time they did not break until the moan formed from her lips as she pressed him inside of her. His manhood pushed into her, and she wasn't going to stop. She rode him hard, but slow, gasping as she bore his shoulders down into the mattress. Her eyes fell shut and she enjoyed it. The darkness, the daze, the flickering lights in the distance outside her balcony. Even the black shape of Dionysus in the corner of the room, staring out to the city as well. <br><br>Desirae ground her hips into him harder, keeping a steady, slow pace. Her moans were soft, echoing through the darkness that was her still apartment. <br><br>"Maybe." She began softly, somewhat out of her head as she spoke. "Maybe I will be your slave Fen." She gasped. Dez moaned richly, her luscious tone carrying through the room as she threw her head back. She arched her back til her hair danced over his knees, and she rode her hips forward up and back then down. Pushing and kneading their flesh together. "Maybe I will." She whispered, feeling intense pleasure rippling through her. "Just... make love to me Fenris, all night, not minutes or an hour. Don't let me go, not now... I... I-I..." She leaned forward, meeting his lips as her hips gently pushed down again, feeling his cock pushing deeper into her, her pussy gripping him tightly, her wet nectar draping him in a thick coat of natural lubricant. "<em>I need you.</em>" She whispered. Desirae kissed Fen again, a few times before leaning back up and putting her hands on his chest, continuing to mend her hips to his, moaning gently into the silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 09:38:04</strong>
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				Fenris couldn’t be sure if his words were heard, but he went to his bed as he was commanded.&nbsp; He curled into a ball, preparing himself to sleep whenever he noticed the sudden flood of faint light.&nbsp; His heart raced as his Mistress joined him in his own bed; taking him rather than having him take her.&nbsp; It was a change he loved very much.&nbsp; The moment was intimate and he could feel the passion coming from her, bathing in it.&nbsp; It was no longer about lust and reaching the end; it was about the pleasure of being together.&nbsp; For the first time, he was making love to his Mistress.<br><br>“I will do so.&nbsp; All I ask is that you remove my collar.&nbsp; I want to truly feel the unbridled passion and express it to you just as freely.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 09:46:25</strong>
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				Desirae heard his only request, and it surprised her- which was obvious by her sudden quick halt. She reached forward at his words though, and unlocked the little collar. Removing it as gently as possible, she pushed it aside on the bed, and then leaned forward. She met him halfway, her right hand snaking under him and coming up the back of his neck. Her hand cradled his head and she pulled his kiss to her own, her other hand pressed against the bed behind him. Her hips continued then, mashing into his own in a slow passionate pattern, one that seemed to rob the air from her lungs every time the man penetrated deeper into her body. Her grip on him was tight, and her body was filled with an unusual electric feeling, like lightning bolts were running through her, or better- she'd licked a fork and stuck it in an electrical socket. <br><br>Her lips danced over his, and she tugged on his lower lip slowly, only pulling away to squeeze her eyes shut and moan again, her voice neither sharp nor excessively loud. But her moans came often, back to back almost. Desirae finally leaned back again, letting him fall back, having made a tiny shift so that when his head fell back on the bed, the pillow would be beneath him. A good angle, she thought. She then took his hands, running them up the chemise. She continued grinding into him, never stopping now, as she pulled the satin and lace over her body, tossing it aside onto her bed slowly. Then she led his hands up to her full breasts, nipples erect and sensitive. She let her head fall back once more, moaning.<br><br>"Fenris," Desirae then moaned, having to separate her words. "How do you feel?" She said in a quiet whisper, placing one hand on his chest, fingers caressing the now almost completely faded nail marks from when she found him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 09:59:16</strong>
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				The sensations of pleasure he felt now were entirely unlike what he had felt only an hour before.&nbsp; There was no trace of lust in his mind, only the desire to be intimate with his lover.&nbsp; The kissed felt just as good as before, though the tenderness to them made it much easier to manage them.&nbsp; His hips grinded against hers in the same slow rhythm.&nbsp; It felt infinitely better than it had while he wore his collar and was glad to be without it for this moment.&nbsp; Gentle moans dotted his continuous stream of heavy breathing.<br><br><em>"How do you feel?"</em><br><br>Fenris’ hand went to the back of her head and pulled her in for another long and passionate kiss while guiding her pace with the hand that rested upon her hip.&nbsp; The kiss only lasted a minute, but it felt like an eternity of bliss before he broke it to guide her chin to his shoulder so he could whisper into her ear a word he used for the first time.<br><br>“Loved.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 10:09:10</strong>
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				The kiss filled her, sent her wild. She was blending into his very existence. The darkness only accentuated by certain hints of light in the background. There was only the feeling, not the sight. Not the nudity, just two beings. She shuddered softly, feeling the hair on the back of her next stand up as he buried his manhood into him with each and every single thrust up and her hips coming down. The warmth of his body was such a comfort. For years she slept alone, and she didn't give into a man for the passionate needs she did want to fulfill almost on an average or daily basis. The woman was pulled in for another kiss, feeling glad that he took the initiative to start it.<br><br>But the word he whispered, it made her heart stop. Her eyes widened and she was glad he couldn't see her expression. Her eyes were open, her hues searching the darkness as her pupils expanded to find only the bare little outlines of opalescent light meeting his face's structure. Her lips quivered and she blinked, her heart finally hammering back into life as her hips never seemed to stop. Her chest burned as if someone had lit a blaze inside of her, and she wanted to both accept and extremely deny his words. She wanted to say that she felt loved too, and it did feel like such. She just retorted in her mind that it was only tonight though. That tomorrow it would be gone, and he'd be the same again. She blinked away the oncoming tears, nodding to him.<br><br>"Good." She whispered. Desirae continued, letting the passion and pleasure take her again. <br><br><em>If it is only a matter of being loved for tonight, then let's enjoy it. I don't want to be me anymore.</em><br><br>She opened her eyes as she stared up at the dark ceiling, feeling one tear trace down her cheek. She reached up, brushing past her cheek and wiping it away indiscreetly as she then moved her fingers to push into her hair. Leaning back, continuing to ride his cock for what was surely a half hour or more, truly wanting to spend the night embraced in love-making. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 20:19:34</strong>
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				Fenris was lost in the void of passionate bliss.&nbsp; His heart fluttered each time he felt Desirae take him to the hilt in a patient tempo of her hips.&nbsp; It brought with it emotions and sensations that he had never truly experienced before that he would crave from this night on.&nbsp; His hands caressed her hips, fingers dragging lightly along her flesh letting her know how much he desired her presence and that she didn’t want her to stop.&nbsp; The night was filled with the heated moans of passionate lovers who sought to prolong their pleasure rather than rush to the climatic ending.<br><br>Desirae’s sex firmly gripped his manhood, slicking it in the nectar of their passion.&nbsp; Fen suddenly missed the feeling of her warm body against his own.&nbsp; He sat up, never letting his Mistress’s pace falter as he pressed their torsos together in a tight embrace.&nbsp; One hand rested on the small of her back while the other was on the back of her neck, pressing her onto him and aiding her movements.&nbsp; Soft kissed trailed from her shoulder, along her collarbone, and up her neck as his moans whispered near her ear the pleasure that they were sharing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 20:32:03</strong>
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				The night swept on, like the ocean tide rising in the night. Desirae's orgasm encroached upon her as did Fenris'. She quaked with a climax unlike anything she'd felt before, eyes rolling back as the world around her froze. Time stopped. Her body shook as something like light flowed through her. Like she was charged up, glowing under her skin. Her hands gripped him, wrapped around him as she curled around him. Cradling Fenris to her body, holding him, not wanting to open her eyes and escape&nbsp; the feeling. <br><br>Desirae took in a long slow breath. After the orgasm, she'd sat there atop of him, his body held to hers, for what felt like twenty or thirty minutes. She held him tightly, her sex still wrapped gingerly around his manhood. Finally, she parted though. Rose from his body and collapsed like a feather against the twin mattress next to him. She laid her arms around him, pressing her head over his chest.<br><br>"Fenris..." She whispered, her voice in his ear as the city lights flickered out. The sky began to lighten.<br><br>"Thank you for that." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 21:07:18</strong>
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				Their bodies rose to climax at the same time with a flurry of moans and heated breaths.&nbsp; It built up slowly, causing their movements to gradually become quicker and harder.&nbsp; Fenris could feel the intense heat of her around his swollen member, throbbing with anticipation.&nbsp; His body was singing in pleasure as every nerve in his body was alight with passion.&nbsp; The orgasm continued to build in what felt like an eternity; so slowly that it had taken him several seconds to get over the peak of his climax.&nbsp; The entire time he was building to the release, his grip on Desirae tightened, using her to ground himself.&nbsp; Fenris let out a howling moan as he felt his Mistress’s sex quiver around his own, driving him over the edge as he shot his seed deep inside of her.&nbsp; The orgasm was so intense that for several seconds, his peripheries faded into darkness as his entire vision darkened slightly.<br><br>For a several minutes after his release, he refused to release his embrace, clinging to her and never wanting to let go.&nbsp; He was bathing in her presence while basking in the sensation of his afterglow.&nbsp; The feeling was incomparable to anything he had ever experienced and never wanted it to end.&nbsp; Even after his cleared mind once again teemed with his emotions, they were kept in order despite the lack of command.&nbsp; Fenris knew that his presence was what his Mistress wished of him, and he gave it to her freely as his manhood remained in the embrace of her sex.<br><br>Even after she slid herself free of his cock, she remained pressed against him; embracing him as a lover.&nbsp; Fenris’s arm wrapped around her back, holding her against himself; urging her to stay at his side as they fell into <em>la petite mort</em>.&nbsp; He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head as he whispered in response.<br><br>“Thank you… for everything.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 23:15:15</strong>
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				The sun peeked over the horizon, and Desirae's eyes fell shut, and she drifted into sleep.<br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: ar julian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">~The Afternoon~</span></span></div><br><br>Desirae could've slept the entire day away, had Dionysus not woken her. The dog was wise, and knew that her phone had been buzzing across the bathroom counter like crazy. He licked at her cheek and she groaned, looking up to see the bi-eyed husky gazing at her. He turned his head a bit and perked up his ears, whimpering a bit. He dipped his head into the sheets and then looked at her almost in a begging manner. So Desirae slid up to her knees, looking down at the bed. She reached down and picked up Fen's collar, lacing it around his neck and hooking it. Then she got up, heading towards the bathroom.<br><br>She checked her phone, yawning. The text messages were from Antonio, and she knew tonight she had business. She rubbed her eyes, and stretched. Tonight she would be testing Fenris outside of the bedroom...<br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: ar julian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">~9 P.M.~</span></span></div><br><br>Desirae had been avoiding talking about the details of what was going on tonight. Instead, she just set out clothes for Fenris and told him to shower and get ready. She had done so, and they'd both grabbed dinner a few hours prior. Dez stood now, finishing the touches on her outfit before they left. She wore a strapless black one piece romper (http://images.forplaycatalog.com/product_large_size_images/220172.jpg), with a studded belt over her waist. She had her hair tied back tightly into a low ponytail. Around her lower arms she wore lace lace-up black gloves (http://www.ever-so-sexy.com/user/products/isabellegloves.jpg). And on her feet she wore boots (http://www.christian4sale.com/images/Christian/Boots/Boots0027.jpg) that were thin heeled and rose almost to her thighs, with small golden buttons along them. She blushed, but the color of the buttons offset her rich eyes, and overall the outfit was quiet sexy. She brushed her fingers over her stomach and grinned, rolling her shoulders. Only two things were needed now. <br><br>"Fenris, are you ready to go?" She called. Desirae stepped out then into the living room, picking up a duffel bag she'd prepared, and with it a black Coach purse (http://www.kanetrade.net/images/Coach-Shoulder-Handbag/Coach-Shoulder-Handbag-10403-006.jpg). Inside of it was tucked a suppressor and a 9mm with an extra clip, as well as a knife, and a few other products just to cover the gun at the bottom of the bag. <br><br>Her head turned and she gestured for him to follow her to the car then. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 23:52:40</strong>
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				Fenris had never slept so soundly.&nbsp; For the first time in years, he dreamed with the lack of the collar to block them out.&nbsp; They were memories dating back from when he had first been given the collar by Madeline and the brutal training methods that came along with it.&nbsp; Then came the first time he had ever pleased his Mistress.&nbsp; It was awkward and fraught with punishing slaps and scratches, as he had been unable to get her to climax while he did so much too quickly for her liking.&nbsp; There was no romance or passion behind it, only the act itself.&nbsp; Fenris became fully aware of the difference between that and his night with Desirae.<br><br><em>Click</em><br><br>His eyes opened as he heard the familiar sound of his collar being set in place.<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Fenris stood in the outfit (http://www.mame.com.au/images/covet-pants-military.jpg) Desirae had given him.&nbsp; The sleeveless vest hugged his frame and did well to accent the muscles in his arms while the high collar concealed his obedience collar from clear view.&nbsp; A stark contrast to the pants than hung baggily on his legs, hiding the true size of the heavy boots that were upon his feet.&nbsp; He had no idea why he was dressed in such a manner or where they were going, but such questions were not of his concern.&nbsp; Fenris followed his Mistress to wherever she would lead him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 01:23:57</strong>
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				Desirae led him down to her car, and buckled up once inside. There, she buckled up and turned on the large vehicle, beginning her ride down the road. She reached over into the glove box, her fingers grazing over his legs. They had not spoken a word of the previous night, and now that Dez was sober, she wasn't exactly planning on it. As the button clicked the glove box opened, and a suppressor and a Glock sat there.<br><br>"Screw that onto the barrel," she began, fingers pointing from the suppressor to the gun. "And then you tuck it in your belt, put on the safety first of course. We're going to a place where you might need it, but don't dare unless I give you the go." She whispered. <br><br>"We're going to a place called the Blaqe Lite. It's a club of sorts, where we are to rendezvous with Antonio and Dome. They will lead us to the back, where we will then conduct a heist of some stolen goods."<br><br>The streets stretched on for what felt like hours, but Desirae then grew devilish with her grin.<br><br>"And afterward, with our reward, we'll be stopping by a little shop to pick up new collars." She wondered if he would catch the <em>we</em> and <em>collars</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 01:41:00</strong>
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				Fenris retrieved the firearm and did as his Mistress had said, waiting until he got out of the car to put it in his belt.&nbsp; It had been a while since he had to wield a gun, but it certainly isn’t the first time.&nbsp; There was a period when Fen was eighteen when Madeline needed some competitors… removed while she established an alibi.<br><br>“Antonio will be there?”&nbsp; There was a brief pause as he considered their last encounter.&nbsp; “What if he should turn a gun on me like before?&nbsp; Should I act or stand down?”<br><br>His eyebrow rose slightly at the mention of new collars.<br><br>“Collar<em>s</em>?&nbsp; If I may ask…&nbsp; Why do I need multiple collars instead of keeping the one I currently have?”&nbsp; Fenris was a little nervous at the notion.&nbsp; He had been with the same collar all of his life, but couldn’t object if his Mistress wished him to wear a different one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 04:23:58</strong>
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				"So that you can switch collars every now and then. That way it'll be a little more comfortable, and it won't take that from you. Plus, it'd be nice to have collars to match certain occasions. One that's just thin, and plain, so if we're meeting any of my friends it won't be too obvious. One that's a bit thicker and can serve as neck cover when we do heists, and maybe just one or two for bedroom play, one that strokes my fancy, ya' get me?" Desirae said simply, driving. She stretched her fingers from the gloves and wrapped them tighter around the steering wheel. The time passed, and ten o'clock rolled around. <br><br>They'd reached a darker part of the city and she parked out across the road in an abandoned parking lot, where they could get away quickly after leaving. Dez stepped out of the car, reaching her hand out for Fen as he came around.<br><br>"Hold my hand, you're with me." She said, winking at him. Her fingers wrapped around his and she saw two people she knew as she headed inwards. Romeo, and Dome. They both followed suit behind her and Fenris as they stepped inside, easily as the guard eyed up and down Desirae's figure and let her and her boyfriend in- or at least that is what it seemed like. <br><br>Inside, loud heavy techno music played and Desirae winced. This was the kind of place Madeline made the occasional appearance, but she'd taken all precautions in the earlier hours to assure she would not be here at the Blaqe Lite tonight. This was a fetish club. People were hooked to the walls, being whipped and beaten, bitten, scratched, burned, and draped in hot wax and ice wands. Dancers in cages, a DJ in an oversized kennel with the bars bent so that it created a window to him and a window to look out over the massive dancing crowd. <br><br>"Hey." Antonio put his hand on her shoulder and she drew her attention to him, then looking at Fen. Her expression read for him to be calm, that Antonio would not hurt him with her near. "I'm sorry, about the last time we-" He began. Desirae raised her hand and pressed her fingertips to his lips.<br><br>"Now is not the time nor the place... So who are we looking for?" <br><br>"Fredrick Baker. He's a CEO of a pharmaceutical companies, and he's recently used one of his sweeps to clean out our drug warehouse. We've lost thousands of dollars because of this. But tonight he's making a transaction in the VIP part of the club. There, he'll be giving off twenty thousand dollars for a gang's assurance of protection and to deal his new mixed products. Now... The plan is that Desirae is getting into the VIP room. She's going to use her good looks to get Baker in the back room, and when she's got him vulnerable, she's going to pin him, drug him, and then take the money out. From there, she hands it off to me." Dez realized now that Dome, Romeo, and Vasquez were now listening in, all crowded near without looking suspicious. "From me, we will continue handing it off until we can get it past security and get it outside. Then Vaz will take the cash, meet us at Alton 20 miles south, and we'll split the profit. Good?" He said, looking then at Fenris.<br><br>"And you, you do what you're told. You just linger near Dez, if she needs you, you keep her safe. Tell him." He said the last part to Dez, and she nodded as to tell him it was a command. <br><br>"I'm ready." Desirae then said, turning to Fenris. "Are you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 06:55:43</strong>
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				Fenris tucked the silenced pistol into the back of his pants as he lifted himself out of the care, hiding it under his vest.&nbsp; He nodded in acknowledgment as he gripped her hand, allowing his fingers to lace within hers as they moved together.&nbsp; As they entered the sea of moving bodies enveloped in loud pulsing music, Fenris felt a vague recollection of the place.&nbsp; There weren’t too many places that his former Mistress took him, but several of them had been clubs such as this.&nbsp; Places where she could show off her pet to the masses in clothes that were less comfortable and much more revealing than what he wore now; using him to gain attention though everything ranging from torture to exhibitionism.<br><br>He listened to the plan, only paying attention to the portions where his Mistress was involved.&nbsp; Fen just looked at Antonio with his emotionless face when he told him his role in the plan.&nbsp; The command seemed redundant in his mind.<br><br>“Do I ever do otherwise?”<br><br>Fenris nodded to let he know he was ready, but leaned in to talk into her ear so that nobody else could hear.<br><br>“If you find yourself in danger, command me to remove my collar and protect you; I will take care of the rest from there... Or die while giving you an opportunity to flee.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 09:08:53</strong>
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				Desirae moved away then, nodding. Her hand reached out and gently tugged on Fen's arm as she went though. She slipped through the crowd, and finally she turned back to him slowly.<br><br>"I am going to move away from you, don't panic Fen." She said, unwillingly letting go of his hand. Slowly her fingers slipped off of his and she remembered the night before. Her heart thudded deep in her chest and she sighed, turning away. Now was not the time to feel these emotions twisting like a dagger inside of her. Her body slipped through the crowd until she saw him. She was sent a picture message with his picture, and now that she saw him, she knew it was Fredrick Baker.<br><br>Baker (http://thumb15.shutterstock.com.edgesuite.net/display_pic_with_logo/2700/2700,1236169622,77/stock-photo-portrait-of-a-handsome-young-business-man-isolated-over-dark-background-26043394.jpg) stood in a suit, sticking out as he stared up at a dancer in a cage. She came up behind him, running her fingers across his back, from shoulder to shoulder.<br><br>"Hey, how about you come with me?" Desirae whispered, licking her lips and gesturing with her eyes towards the back room.<br><br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br>Xai (http://s1.hubimg.com/u/140744_f260.jpg) was creeping through the Blaqe Lite slowly, her timid nature getting the best of her. Everyone there was tall and dark, gothic. She was dressed in a pinstripe corset (http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/17/b/AAAAAo-7LCMAAAAAABe0UA.jpg) top. And with it she wore a short plaid skirt (http://www.dreamstime.com/woman-in-plaid-skirt--largethumb3469487.jpg) , which led down smooth fair legs into black thigh-hi fish net stockings and suede ankle high heels (http://soleshebang.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/seychelles-under-construction-ankle-boot.jpg) that laced up the front with a buckle. She had short dyed midnight blue hair and bright, bubbly eyes. <br><br>And from the corner of her vision, she spotted one rather gorgeous fair-skinned man. She approached Fenris slowly, talking to herself as she went.<br><br>"I'm gonna' talk to him, gonna' talk to him, gonna' grab life by the friggin' reigns this time." <br><br>As Xai approached, she turned and jumped right in front of Fenris, smiling and clapping her hands draped in fishnet (http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTB-EY4ytxcx3BSmkKdAisiVHJLJP360bDFXe3adAtn6cxwPhc&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__roFFNRqLEfGOlljdop7BKas2-LE=) armlets together. She grinned up at the man and let her dark eyes meet his.<br><br>"Hey, you look cute, wanna' dance?" She said quickly. Before she could be stopped, she reached up and touched his collar, stroking her fingers over it. "Nice collar, let's go!" She said, hooking her finger in the metal hook and tugged gently before her hand slipped down to his leash, thinking it was a great accessory, hoping he would join her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 09:33:27</strong>
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				Fenris watched longingly as Desirae disappeared into the crowd, wishing he didn’t have to leave her side.&nbsp; Regardless, he did as she told him and allowed her to walk away without him following her.&nbsp; Several long moments passed as the crowd danced around his motionless figure.<br><br>Next thing he knew, an attractive Asian woman&nbsp; jumped at him causing him to blink in surprise.<br><br><em>"Hey, you look cute, wanna' dance?"</em><br><br>“I-“&nbsp; He was interrupted when she suddenly reached out and touched his collar, <em>"Nice collar, let's go!"</em><br><br>Before he could object, he felt the tug on his collar leading him.&nbsp; <br><br>“I don-“ He watched her hand slide to grasp the loop of his leash, not realizing it in time to prevent it from happening.&nbsp; Only one thought ran through his mind in the instant before he became the possession of this new woman.<br><br><em>Desirae… I’m sorry…</em><br><br>Fenris followed the tug on his leash, letting Xai lead him to the dance floor obediently.&nbsp; <br><br>“Yes, my Mistress.”<br><br>As they reached an opening in the bodies, she spun around and tossed the leash so it draped over her shoulder.&nbsp; Fen’s hands held firmly upon her hips, pulling Xai close to his pelvis and the two of them dance with lithe movements.&nbsp; His motions were much more fluid than hers as he danced with elegant grace while her movements were more chaotic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 03:34:12</strong>
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				Xai danced wildly, running her hands over his chest and grinned. He was actually <em>dancing</em> with her. Now, he wasn't dancing much like everyone else, but he was still moving and not staring at her awkwardly. She felt herself nervous, like she was trembling but she wasn't. It was all in Xai's head. She could only be somewhat glad because she knew that he was taking to her. Hell, he even called her his Mistress, maybe she'd get a chance of getting <em>laid</em>. <br><br>"So," Xai said smoothly, reaching up and tracing her fingers over his throat. "You come here often?" The young woman grinned, unable to stop herself from thinking how <em>hot</em> this guy was.<br><br>"And by the way, my name is Xai, pronounced like Shy, and I am, a little, but I'm trying to turn over a new leaf... Uh, what's your name?"<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Desirae shut the door behind her, taking the man's hand and leading him to the sofa. She gripped him by his upper arm and tugged him, pushing him to the sofa. He fell back with a soft thud against the dark suede sofa, the plush cushions consoling his body as Fredrick fell into it. She leaned inward, spreading her legs and straddling Baker's lap. <br><br>"W-well." He said slowly, his fingers wrapped around a silver iron case releasing it, a tiny thunk as it hit the floor. His hands slid around her and he moved to kiss her. But all Desirae could think of was of her lips meeting Fenris', of the passion. She remembered him saying how he felt loved. Maybe she had broken through to him, it was too soon to find out. <br><br>Before she could stop it, his hands were cupping her rear, fingers sliding up the very short legs of her romper. His lips were rolling over her clavicle. Her heart raced, and she suddenly felt the need to push him off. Fredrick's lips felt like poison, chilling her skin and making her rot. She just knew she had to push Fen out of her mind, and get the <em>job</em> done. She leaned in, shoving him into the sofa and pressing her lips to his neck.<br><br><em>Disgusting, disgusting... just... just get him comfortable, and then get it <span class="bbc_u">done</span></em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 04:32:51</strong>
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				Slowly, Fenris began to understand Xai's style of dancing and adjusted to accomodate it.&nbsp; He felt his Mistress's hands wandering over his body and took it as a sign to press her closer to him as they danced.&nbsp; His mind kept trying to stray towards Desirae, but would only manage to do so for the briefest of moments before focusing back upon Xai.&nbsp; There was an unusual presence about her.&nbsp; She was much more submissive than his previous Mistresses and he was concerned about what potential changes he would have to make in order to better serve her.&nbsp; Although their methods were quite different, it could not be denied that Madeline and Desirae were both powerful women.&nbsp; Transitioning between them had been a great strain upon him.&nbsp; There was a twinge of anxiety as he considered what a future as Xai's slave would do to his mind.&nbsp; His expression never changed as he considered this.<br><br>"No, I was only brought here a few times before tonight.&nbsp; My name is Fenris Wolfe, but you may refer to me however you like, my Mistress."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 08:18:34</strong>
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				Xai grinned at his answer, purring his name. <br><br>"Oh, Wolfe. I'll call you Numachi- it is Fen in my language." She wrapped her fingers behind his neck, and bit her lip. "You are a great dancer, really, but um... I-I..." Her head began to spin and she realized that maybe she was a little drunk. She stumbled forward, her hands catching his shoulders suddenly. Xai blushed a bright red, her dark oriental eyes looking up to his as she let her weight be supported by him.<br><br>"Oh, I'm uh... not feeling so hot..." She whispered. "Eeeeeh maybe we should go, or I should go, would you... come with me to my car?"<br><br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br><br>Desirae groped and ground the man beneath her hips. She let her fingers peel away his shirt, but his hands tried to fumble at his pants. Desirae continued to try and redirect his attempts, but they only grew more futile. She pushed his hands away. Coaxed him elsewhere with words like "Later" or "Slow it up cowboy". But Baker did not take so easily. She began to kiss him, her lips moving against his. His own tried to devour her, his tongue thrust wildly into her mouth til she wanted to be sick. It was then that things slipped out of her hands.<br><br>Fredrick gripped her purse and pushed it off onto the floor, gripping her by her hips. <br><br>"Whoa whoa!" He lifted her up at her words as she widened her eyes. He pushed her against the sofa and shoved the top of her romper down, unveiling her breasts covered in small 'x' shaped black pasties. She blushed fervently as the man covered her mouth and ripped one of the adhesive pieces off, causing her to shrink into the sofa before he leaned forward and encased her sore throbbing nipple in his lips.<br><br>"St-stop..." Desirae groaned, body shuddering in the shock of pain and worry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 08:41:20</strong>
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				Fenris’s heart skipped a beat as she asked her question and was thankful it wasn’t a command.&nbsp; His heart and gut warned him to stay, that Desirae would need him.&nbsp; He looked upon Xai and could see how inebriated she was, realizing that he was the only think keeping her from tumbling to the ground.&nbsp; It was his role to look out for her, to assist her when it was needed if she was unable to command him to do so.&nbsp; There was no way he could avoid answering her question and he had to be careful of how he worded it because it would be impossible for him to tell a lie to his Mistress.<br><br>“I would come with you if you asked me to do so, my Mistress.&nbsp; For now, I think it would be best if we got comfortable in a booth together until you begin feeling better.&nbsp; It would be less of a walk and I will happily hold you against me while we walked to a table together.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 09:13:56</strong>
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				Xai hugged herself to him and pointed to the opposite side of the club, where sheltered in booths for eating and drinking were. She tugged his hand then and moved with him. They pushed through the meshing bodies, the heat of everyone in vinyl, PVC, and leather. Bodies rubbed together, pushed back and forth, but finally they reached the booths. One was full of people, but two down from that, there was an empty one with a curtain to pull before it. She slid inside, smacking her hand on the seat with a big smile, waiting for him to enter before she numbly grasped at the curtain and shoved it over. <br><br>The sight of other people was blocked off, and she plopped over, leaning her head onto his shoulder. She draped her arm over his lap and grinned, chuckling darkly.<br><br>"So do you... do you like me, my pet?" She chuckled. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Xai chuckled somewhat drunkly.<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Desirae began to push, struggling away from him but his hands were greedy. So in his blind rage, she reached over, reaching for her purse. What she could reach, instead of her gun or the drugs, was her cell phone. She then opened it while he could not see, and sent a text message to the last message in her inbox.<br><br><strong>Antonio, plz cm get me.</strong><br><br>Her phone then dropped from her hand and she pushed him back, but all he could do was push to do more, using his strength to pin her down. <br><br>"Get... off!" She reached up and slapped Baker. The man then growled, jumping forward and pinning her hard, capturing her nipple in his mouth once more before letting his hand slide up the leg of her romper and trying to slide his finger around her underwear. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 09:23:15</strong>
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				A twinge of unease filled his thoughts as she pulled the drapes closed; blocking his view to the club as well as the club’s view was blocked from them.&nbsp; Fenris could smell the alcohol on his Mistress’s breath as she leaned against him.&nbsp; His mind was at war with his heart, pulling him in opposite directions.&nbsp; He wished Desirae would find him and claim him again so that he would not be at war with himself.&nbsp; Instinctively, his arm draped around Xai’s shoulders.<br><br>“Of course I do, there is none more beautiful than my Mistress.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 10:06:14</strong>
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				Xai felt his arm drape around her and she was alight with energy. She could only smile, this guy was really digging her, even though she was kind of tipsy. He didn't seem to mind. She leaned closer into him, her body feeling like there were some slight lack of gravity as she nuzzled closer and&nbsp; closer. <br><br>"You smell sooooo nice." Xai purred against him, her short midnight blue hair ruffling against his top as she looked up with cheerful eyes. Her fingers traced over his chest and she smirked. "And feel <em>soooo</em> good..." Her cheeks then flared red. "Do you uh, wanna' maybe kiss?" She said timidly. "Like, because I'd totally be up for a kiss, it's been so long- I mean, not saying that I haven't ever kissed before it's j-just that I-" She paused, and looked down, biting her lip cutely. "It'd be nice, you'd be my first kiss since I've turned twenty one. It <em>is</em> my birthday." She grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 10:19:03</strong>
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				Convincing Xai to move to a booth rather than a car was one thing, but Fenris could do nothing to avoid giving pleasure to his Mistress when asked.&nbsp; Even if it was in the form of a question, he would not be able to deny her.&nbsp; His mind was guiding his motions now, despite the protests&nbsp; of his heart.<br><br>“Of course, my Mistress.&nbsp; I could never deny you.”<br><br>Fenris’s hand found the back of her head as he pulled her in for a deep and lustful kiss, allowing his tongue to mingle with hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 10:22:51</strong>
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				Xai saw him comply almost wordlessly, never even showing a hint of denial or doubt. As he went all there was was the will to please. And yet Xai found that something about it all was very off-setting. Like he had no emotions when speaking. But the kiss, the kiss was amazing. Her tongue was shy, feeble to be brought forth by his own gentle one. His lips were like the soft cushions to break the fall of her own against them. A fall breaker she would fall upon any day, Xai thought. Her eyes fell shut and she grinned, the smell of Mojitos on her breath, stirring the scent to be of alcohol, lime, and mint in the most prominent smells.<br><br>She leaned back and chuckled quietly.<br><br>"Hey Numachi, why are you a drone? Don't you have an opinion or want to speak out, or even say no? You've been nothing but unyieldingly giving since we met." She grinned, reaching up and stroking his lip with a softly drunken giggle. "But I'm not complaining."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 10:41:09</strong>
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				Fenris wondered if he really differed that much from a normal person where even somebody who had known him for all of 30 minutes could see something unusual.&nbsp; Once again, he had to word his answer carefully.&nbsp; He knew that Desirae would be looking for him soon and had a feeling that the opportunity to be found would diminish greatly if Xai found out about what he was and the control she could utilize.<br><br>“This collar means I am a slave.&nbsp; Look at the others around the club; I know I wasn’t the only one wearing one.&nbsp; I am just a lot better at staying in character than the rest.”<br><br>He leaned in for another heated kiss to try to distract her thinking.<br><br>“I do hope that you do not mind if I remain in character.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 03:49:40</strong>
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				"In character?" Xai said quietly, grinning as she shook her head against his shoulder. "That just sounds <em>silly</em>, but whatevs, I'll call you slave if it turns you <em>on</em>." She ran her hand over his thigh and stroked the inside of his leg. Her smile widened and she drew little abstract patterns over his pants leg. The Asian girl stroked his cheek with the other hand. <br><br>"So cute, my Numachi, care to kiss me again?" She purred.<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Her romper now lay in shreds, all to be seen was the black thong beneath and one pasty stuck onto her right&nbsp; breast. She was holding back tears, struggling against Baker. But his lips were locked around her breast, his teeth clenching along her nipple a little harder every time she struggled. Two long callous fingers were dancing against her nether lips before slipping inside of her. She yelped, hoping then that he would hear her. Fenris would hear her. Baker's fingers were pushed inside up to his knuckle and she yelled louder, and the man laughed. And no one came. Her hand extended out to her purse. Her gun, her gun...<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Antonio leaned over a railing of a balcony that overlooked the dance floor. Tables laced over behind him and his phone buzzed in his pocket. He lifted it, touching the screen with his thumb and running it up to the top. The thing unlocked and the text message opened. His dark eyes fell over it, and he felt his body tense. In a flat second, he turned and began to run. His fingers pushed through the crowd and he rushed around. People fell in Antonio's path, as he raced across the dance floor and headed for the back rooms.<br><br>"Desirae!" Antonio boomed. "Desirae!!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 04:25:31</strong>
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				A subdued tremor of lust that shot through his body as he felt Xai’s hand run along his thigh.&nbsp; Once again, he pulled her towards him, kissing her heatedly upon the lips while moaning lightly as he did so.&nbsp; Fenris knew that was what his Mistress wanted and could do nothing other than give it to her.&nbsp; In the distance, he heard a familiar voice boom just barely audible above the music.&nbsp; Fen’s eyes shot wide in alarm as adrenaline coursed through him.&nbsp; <em>She needs me!</em><br><br>A plan had already formed in his mind as he broke the kiss as though nothing was wrong.&nbsp; His lips moved to Xia’s ear and he purred hotly in her ear, his voice full of seductive promise.<br><br>“My Mistress… If you wish to see me do something <em>truly</em> amazing, then perhaps I could make a recommendation.&nbsp; If it would <em>please</em> you, that is.&nbsp; Remove my collar and tell me to serve my lover as best I can.&nbsp; That is… if you want to see just how skilled I really am.”&nbsp; Fenris leaned in even closer, pouring even more seduction and heat into his tone.&nbsp; “If you want to see what <em>this body</em> is capable of.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 05:10:03</strong>
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				Xai grinned darkly, leaning back a bit. She put her back against the booth seat and crossed her legs, reaching over. The buckle of the collar lifted barely, and the belt slipped out of it, the thing opening over his neck. She hooked her finger around it and then tugged it off, grinning at him.<br><br>"Fenris, I command you to serve your lover as best you can." Xai said, licking her lips and waiting.<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Antonio burst into the door, seeing the man hooked against Desirae. Baker looked up hungrily and Desirae gasped, her nipple purple and bearing small red spots where he'd bitten and broken skin around the areola. She had moist eyes and pointed to the silver case on the floor, but the fire in Antonio's eyes spoke of something far greater than the money. He came up to the man and grabbed him by the back of his neck. Ripping him up and away, the broad Hispanic man threw him onto the floor, pulling forth a gun and shooting Baker in the leg. He reached over and grabbed the case and slid off his jacket, tossing it to Dez.<br><br>"You okay?" He said, turning to her as he put his arm around her, racing out towards the front of the place, gun still in hand as his jacket barely covered Desirae's bare skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 05:44:32</strong>
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				An eager grin came across his face as he felt the collar become removed from his neck, his mind awash in thoughts of protecting Desirae at all costs.&nbsp; Fenris pulled himself upon the booth so that both knees rested upon the seat as he leaned in once more and placed another heated kiss upon Xai’s lips, though this one was much briefer and felt more similar to a lover saying ‘goodbye’.&nbsp; With all the subtlety of a seasoned thief, he detached the leash from the collar and palmed it in his hand.<br><br>“I thank you my Mistress, and I’m sorry.”<br><br>Before he could give Xai a chance to recover from her confused expression and utter another command, he back flipped through the curtain and did a quick handspring to throw him deep into the crowd.&nbsp; Even if she had said something afterwards, Fen wouldn’t have been able to hear it through the loud music.&nbsp; Fenris wasted no movements and held no consideration for those around him as he traveled to the VIP section of the building by traveling on the shoulders of the clubbers and furniture as much as the ground itself.&nbsp; His pace hardly slowed as he bound from one surface to another in a breathtaking display of acrobatics.<br><br>As he leapt off the last of the larger gentlemen that stood obliviously at the edge of the crowd, he dove into a roll taking him into the narrow corridor leading to the VIP suites.&nbsp; As he recovered on all fours, he caught the briefest flash of a large Latino frame before it disappeared into a doorway.&nbsp; He could hear the whisper of a silenced gunshot sound shortly after, filling his mind with feral rage.&nbsp; Fen would not fail, even if he was already too late.&nbsp; He could not.<br><br>Fenris sprinted on all fours, much like a savage gorilla charging, clearing the distance in a few seconds.&nbsp; Just before he reached the doorway, he jumped to the wall opposite of it and kicked off, sending him hurling through the cracked door like a cannonball.&nbsp; It slammed open so hard that the door handle actually embedded itself into the wall with a loud bang.&nbsp; Fenris landed into a low crouch on both of his feet and one hand while the other gripped tightly on the metal chain that was his collar.&nbsp; His face was inhuman with ferocity, his eyes sweeping the room for threats while his muscles were tensed and ready to spring in whatever direction he needed to go.&nbsp; The only man he didn’t recognize was on the floor with a serious wound on his leg.&nbsp; He could see the expression on Desirae’s face, reacting to both his entrance and to whatever the man had done to her.&nbsp; Fen’s ferocious gaze never left Baker’s eyes as he growled.<br><br>“Desirae, how may I help you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 07:15:55</strong>
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				"Just run!" Dez cried out, feeling Antonio sweep her up into his arms. He completely ignored Fenris, his anger about to boil over. He raced through the people, clinging to the walls as Baker's screams followed behind him. But then Antonio cursed, raising his cell out of his pocket and sending an immediate text to Vasquez.<br><br><strong>Handle B.</strong><br><br>Vasquez received it, very close by as he jumped down from the balcony and went into the room before any other could, grabbing Dez's purse. He pulled out a needle and stabbed it into Baker's throat, putting him to sleep for a while as he picked up Dez's belongings and shot out after the group. <br><br>Antonio broke out of the club quickly, a few people surprised, but most ignoring it. He had tucked his gun back into his pocket as they finally turned and went into the abandoned lot across the street, where the people at the club could not see them without moving out of the Blaqe Lite parking lot. He put down Desirae, and without wasting a second, he turned to Fenris. A gun was pulled, and the silent whistle of a suppressed gunshot rang quietly amongst them. <br><br>Dez had sprung forth, smacking Antonio's arm that very second, deflecting the bullet from Fenris' chest to his shoulder, the bullet grazing his flesh and leaving a good little gash in his skin. <br><br>"What the fuck man!" Antonio yelled quietly, putting the gun away. He balled up his fists and reached forward, gripping the man by the collar of his shirt and then slamming a punch into his face. "You fucking left her, she could've been raped, to be a goddamn slave you don't obey well at all! She could've been raped, or killed, god knows if anything would've happened to her worst than this, I'd be ripping your fucking dick off and cramming this pistol barrel up your newly made cunt for it!" <br><br>"Stop it!" Dez finally stepped forward, hugging his jacket around her almost nude figure as she wrapped an arm around Fenris. "You didn't need to shoot him..." <br><br>"Pero si escuchara, no habría sido violada casi!" (<em>But if he were listening, then you wouldn't have almost been raped</em>)<br><br>"No le gustaba de todos modos, por lo que no debería haberse basado en él. Él es mi problema, yo me encargaré yo mismo." (<em>You didn't like him anyway, so you shouldn't have relied on him. He's my problem, I'll handle him myself.</em>)<br><br>"Fine. Fine!" Antonio spat. Vasquez appeared, handing Dez her purse as Antonio opened up the case. He gave out two thousand to each of the people involved, handing Dez her money as she opened the passenger side of her car. <br><br>"Come on Fen, get inside and drive, we've got things to do." She reached over into the backseat and grabbed a first aid kit tucked under her seat and then sat it in her lap, looking over at Fen. "But before you do so, let me bandage that til we get home..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 07:43:23</strong>
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				Fenris did as Desirae had instructed and ran for the front door, assuming that was where she meant for him to go.&nbsp; He followed closely behind Antonio, letting him bulldoze his way through the crowd and guide him to where they were to go.&nbsp; They stopped in the middle of a poorly lit parking lot and Fen had been looking around for any other threats that may be in the area, adrenaline still pumping through his body as he began to recover from her feral mindset.&nbsp; No sooner had he turned to look at Desirae than he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder accompanying the whisper of a silencer.&nbsp; His mind was alight with rage once again as he looked towards Antonio with a primal snarl.<br><br>Fenris had just been about to catch the man’s arm with intent to tear it from his body when his eyes fell upon Desirae.&nbsp; Antonio wasn’t a friend of his Mistress and the only thing that held him back was knowing that killing the man would not aid in his service to Desirae.&nbsp; Instead, he allowed the Latino grab him and strike him in the face with a powerful punch.&nbsp; There was a moment where his vision blurred from the impact, the pain further straining against his command as the importance of his life became more negotiable with regards to serving Desirae.<br><br>The tension in his collar released and he stood defiant against Antonio even though he was now focused on other matters.&nbsp; There was yet another moment where he was about to attack the man, using his own leash to strangle him until he heard Desirae’s voice.&nbsp; He nodded to her orders and sat in the driver’s seat, his knuckles whitened from his grip on the steering wheel as his body struggled to ease hold back his fury.&nbsp; Fen’s eyes were that of a cold-blooded killer as they tracked Antonio’s movements from the parking lot.&nbsp; His lips curled and twitched like that of an enraged dog.&nbsp; He waited until Desirae was in the vehicle before he reached on and placed his leash into her lap.<br><br>“Desirae… I am no longer yours.&nbsp; Another claimed me while you had me waiting and they still have my collar…&nbsp; Your control over me is severely limited as things stand now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 08:48:55</strong>
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				Desirae watched him slip inside, his leash in her lap next to the first aid kit. Another <em>claimed</em> him? That was why he wasn't there? She felt fury rising in her gut,&nbsp; but she focused first on wrapping his wound. She reached out and bandaged up his upper arm where the bullet grazed his bicep, leaning towards his shoulder. Then she replaced the kit into the backseat, also grabbing a duffel bag where she pulled out a long dark blue tank top. She took off Antonio's jacket and dropped it in the backseat, then gingerly pulled the other pasty off of her breast. Afterwards she undid the studded belt and tore off the last tatters of her romper, letting her hips rise up to push off the rest over her ankles and let the torn cloth fall in the backseat. Then she slid on the tank top and rubbed her waist. That man's fingers had hurt, she thought.<br><br><em>But like Antonio said, if Fenris had just <span class="bbc_u">listened</span>.</em><br><br>She shook her head, pointing down the street and gave him strict directions.<br><br>"Go down the road fifteen miles, then take a right for about ten, then left, and go another twenty. Stop on the left side of the street there will be a shop called '<em>Madame S</em>'. Just let me out when we get there..."<br><br>They rode onward about an hour before they finally reached the stop. She stepped out and moved into the late night novelty store in her heels, black lace underwear, and tank top. Desirae did not pay a single bit of mind to the man behind the counter who's eyes went wide at her entrance. Instead, she slipped straight to the back left wall where all the collars, leashes, and braces hung. She gripped two leashes, immediately spotting them within the first five minutes of her visit. One was a silver color, but a cloth, almost metallic looking. Thin, with two buckles and a round loop at the front for a leash. The second was black, with a metal ring around the outside of the black leather. She lifted them both around her wrist and took them to the man, asking how much. She had tucked a twenty in her panties before slipping out of the car, and now she raised her shirt to withdraw it, handing it to the man. His fingers shook and he took in a deep breath. <br><br>"G-good evening."<br><br>"Hey, good evening yourself." Dez said quietly, watching him ring up the collars.<br><br>"Uh, p-party at your place?" <br><br>"Every night." She chuckled quietly as he gasped, looking over her once more as he bagged the collars and gave her her change inside of that little bag. <br><br>"H-h-have a n-nice n-n-ni-" <br><br>"Thanks."<br><br>Desirae then got back into the car, and asked him to go home...<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Desirae stepped inside of her living room, cutting on her lamp light and walking through. She moved all the way to the bathroom, tossing the collars onto the counter. She shifted until she could sit on the edge of her round master bathtub, placing her head in her hands. Her eyes grew wet and she felt sobbing coming on, but tried to refrain. She instead came to a stand, peeling off her tank top.<br><br>Without anything else on but her panties, it was obvious now how the man had touched her. Tiny teeth marks in her breast, and her nipple swollen and sore. Scratch marks along her waist, and probably fine cuts against her nether lips from his fingernails while he hungrily tried to push inside of her. She whimpered at her own fingers stroking over her breast, reaching down to cup cold water, splashing it on her face. Then she took a white wash cloth and wet it with cold water, squeezing it and running it over her chest.<br><br>"Fenris." Desirae said seriously. "Why did you leave me... I needed you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 09:25:14</strong>
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				Fenris’ emotions gradually leveled out as he drove where Desirae had instructed.&nbsp; There was no way he could miss the turmoil and betrayal that she was feeling, knowing that it was his fault she had been violated.&nbsp; Despite this, she still patched up his injuries and felt entirely unworthy of such kindness; he had let down the one he loved.&nbsp; Depression slowly began to take hold of his mind as he began to feel as though he had just lost the one thing that every truly made him happy in life.&nbsp; If that was the case, he could only hope that she would tell him to go away.&nbsp; There would be no way he could find Xai and without further orders, he would be likely to commit suicide to end the unrelenting torment of his mind.<br><br>As Desirae was in the store, Fenris laid his head upon the steering wheel as he felt an immense pressure upon his chest.&nbsp; Tears began to streak down his face as he sobbed, feeling the isolation envelope him.&nbsp; When she was returning to the car, Fen quickly built up a façade and hid his tears from her.&nbsp; He was not worthy of her pity.<br><br><hr><br>Fenris followed Desirae to the bathroom, making sure to keep plenty of distance between them.&nbsp; The pressure in his chest redoubled as he seen the marks upon her body where the stranger had violated her.&nbsp; It felt as though something inside of him was viciously trying to claw its way out.&nbsp; Fen lowered himself to his knees and dropped his head as though he was offering his neck to an executioner’s axe.<br><br>“I have no excuse…”<br><br>A tear dropped to the tile below his face, though his hair hid his expression from her.<br><br>“I could not stop myself from following my Mistress’s commands once she grabbed my leash.&nbsp; It was only by deceiving her that I was able to return to you.&nbsp; This is no longer about master and slave, it’s about me letting <em>you</em> down.&nbsp; The Desirae you, the one who showed me what it was to be cared for, not the Mistress you.&nbsp; I let down the only friend I have ever had for no other reason than because of who I am.”<br><br>“The only reason I am still able to help you is because my Mistress commanded me to serve my lover.&nbsp; If you deem me unworthy of your friendship or your company, all you need to do is point me in the direction of either Madeline or a tall rooftop.&nbsp; I would prefer the latter, but the decision is up to you.&nbsp; Not because you are the one I serve, but because you are the only one I have ever cared for and losing you will leave me with less than the nothing I had before.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 09:51:04</strong>
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				Desirae listened to him, and even spotted the teardrop on her floor. She felt her eyes growing wide, hearing his statement. Yeah, yeah whatever. She came to a stand, walking over past him and grabbing the bag. She pulled out his new collar and the leash, hooking the leash to the round ring in the front, and held it in her hands as if ready to put it on him. But one hand moved towards him, wiping away his tears.<br><br>"How far did you go with your new Mistress?" She whispered, hoping he'd only say, 'we danced', or 'we hugged'. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 10:02:08</strong>
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				“She surprised me when she grabbed my leash; I hadn’t noticed her in time to prevent it from happening.&nbsp; She led me onto the dance floor for several minutes.&nbsp; The moving did not agree with the alcohol she drank and tried to take me back to her car.&nbsp; I was able to convince her into taking me to a booth instead, where upon she closed the drapes.”<br><br>Fenris felt a wave of regret go through him as he continued.<br><br>“Despite how hard I tried, I could not resist her commands to kiss her…&nbsp; It wasn’t until I heard Antonio shouting for you that I figured out how to get her to allow me to help you without her realizing it.”<br><br>He practically felt the presence of the collar approaching and Fen put his hand to it just before it could touch his neck.&nbsp; As he looked up, his watery, bloodshot eyes met Desirae’s.<br><br>“Please… not yet.&nbsp; This is the closest I’ve ever felt to being your equal, even if I may be undeserving.&nbsp; I want to spend a few more minutes with you where I can be a friend rather than a possession through my eyes.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 10:10:40</strong>
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				"You aren't a possession. Never." Dez whispered, fighting back tears. "But..." One ran down her cheek and she dropped the collar onto the floor, the leash trailing after it as she moved out of the bathroom. She slipped into the bedroom and grabbed a pale cream-colored nightgown (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M1AgkOOXH4/SnkGKf1d2wI/AAAAAAAAAls/XAFkXkjd7yo/s400/Silk_Nightgown.jpg) and a fresh pair of panties, returning to drape them onto the counter. She looked down at Fenris then, gazing at him.<br><br>"And you shouldn't want to be an equal of me... When you reach my level, then all you've ever got are false hopes, broken dreams, and pain. Lots of pain." She shook her head and reached over, turning on the shower head. While the water was running she began to brush her teeth, then rinsing her face once more, and sliding off her panties. She groaned at the ache inside of her and she rubbed her nether lips slowly, turning then to look at the shower. Her gaze fell upon Fen then, her hand draping over her breasts.<br><br>"Put on your collar, and then we'll see about a snack, and then it's to bed..." She whispered, moving to step into the shower, leaning her head against the acrylic wall while the somewhat cool but rather lukewarm water ran over her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 10:33:05</strong>
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				<em>False hopes and broken dreams?...</em>&nbsp; Fenris remained kneeling in thought as his mind processed what she had said.&nbsp; It had been more than half of his life where he was told he was nothing more than an object, to be used and set aside with the only emotional connection is focusing upon his value rather than upon him as a person.&nbsp; He wanted desperately to believe her, but he had trouble doing so after being taught otherwise for so long.&nbsp; His self-image was already set in stone and it would take considerable time for the tide of change to erode what has already been engraved.<br><br><em>"Put on your collar, and then we'll see about a snack, and then it's to bed..."</em><br><br>Fenris just looked upon his collar for several moments while Desirae moved into the shower.&nbsp; At that moment he realized that his entire life revolved around two objects that could be bought at any general store for less than ten dollars.&nbsp; It hurt him to think of that, but it did not take away the fact that it was his reality and it would not be cast aside so easily.&nbsp; He reached out for the collar, but froze before touching it.&nbsp; <em>No…</em><br><br>The collar remained where it rested upon the floor.&nbsp; Fenris stood and kicked off his shoes as he walked to the shower.&nbsp; He stepped into the falling water completely clothed.&nbsp; “Desirae…”&nbsp; Fen’s voice was comforting while at the same time longing.&nbsp; He walked to her back and wrapped his arms around her stomach, hugging her firmly but without the slightest hint of trapping or dominating her.&nbsp; His head nuzzled against hers as he completed the reassuring embrace.&nbsp; It wasn’t solely for her benefit, he needed this reassurance as well as her and hoped she would welcome it.<br><br>“Pain is nothing new to me.&nbsp; Hopes and dreams are; regardless of the condition they are in.&nbsp; Right now, I am holding the only key to helping me find something more to this life than a few pieces of leather and steel.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 10:39:41</strong>
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				The Latina felt his embrace and she dipped her head, doing nothing to refuse him. Instead she just felt the water running down her front, reaching up and tilting the shower head down so that it did not soak Fenris. His words helped her, but they did not heal her. Last night- the night made of passion, true emotions, and a desire to not be alone... It was quickly fading, hazing over like a mirage she was now coming close enough to realize led to no oasis.&nbsp; Desirae ran her fingers over his hand and nodded.<br><br>"I'm glad I can help you then. I'll continue to try... Now, may I take a shower? I'm horribly sore and my feet ache. I'd like some rest." She turned around, but couldn't bring herself to kiss him. One look at his lips made her wonder what kind of girl he'd kissed, twisting his tongue with. She felt herself moistening at the eyes again, but with the shower water having wet her face, she wasn't too suspicious. <br><br>She but grabbed him and leaned up, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Her stomach knotted up. Life was... confusing. <br><br>"Go on Fen... I want to be alone for a bit now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 10:51:41</strong>
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				He could feel both the want and the distance with the way she accepted his embrace.&nbsp; It hurt, but still gave him hope that he hadn’t burned the only bridge that mattered in his life.&nbsp; The kiss on his forehead only strengthened those sensations.&nbsp; The pain and uncertainty in her eyes shown him that she was feeling very similar emotions, he couldn’t resist taking a moment to brush aside a wet lock of hair that had clung to her face.<br><br>“Alright, take all the time you need.&nbsp; I’ll be in the living room whenever you are done.”<br><br>Fenris stepped out of the shower and closed the door behind him.&nbsp; He stripped himself of his soggy clothes and let them hang from an open hook on the towel rack.&nbsp; Before leaving the bathroom, he picked up his leash and collar and carried it with him.&nbsp; Fen went to Desirae’s dresser and pulled a pair of pajama bottoms from the bottom most drawer that was designated for his clothing.&nbsp; After putting them on, he went into the living room and fell into the couch, placing the leash and collar upon the cushion next to him.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure what would happen if he would put it back on without Desirae nearby, it would be possible that he would seek out Xai after completing his task; that was a chance he didn’t want to take.&nbsp; Plus, he knew that he still had some thinking to do and hoped that his mind would stay stable long enough to sort out a few things he was feeling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 10:56:48</strong>
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				Desirae felt him disappear, and her shower lasted afterward for an excess of forty-five minutes. She soaked herself til she was a prune, cleaned herself til she could no longer feel Baker's skin on her own. And she thought a lot of things. Yes, Fenris kissed another woman, but she had kissed Baker. But it was her <em>job</em>, and she didn't want to. She did it unwillingly, without choice. Right? It sickened her, but did it sicken Fenris? These were both answers she wanted and refused herself the answers to. <br><br>She climbed out, stepped into her gown and panties, and then dried her hair. For tonight she dried it a little, then tied it up in a tight bun. Then she moved out to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and taking it to her bedroom. She didn't feel like eating, her appetite was gone.<br><br>"Fenris, come to bed please." She said quietly, clicking out the light. The drapes were still open from their dream night, and thus the room was lit with a gentle, opalescent lighting that was dim, but enough to slightly see in. <br><br>"Fen, tell me, why have you not put your collar on yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 11:10:00</strong>
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				For the next forty-five minutes, Fenris reflected on everything that had happened in the past week and a half.&nbsp; How much had changed since Desirae had first claimed him and taken him into her home.&nbsp; How much he had changed in order to adapt to her wishes and how much closer to freedom he had come by doing so.&nbsp; How he had actually manipulated his Mistress this night to get what he had desired above all things.&nbsp; Could he have been able to do the same if he still strictly followed Madeline’s teachings?&nbsp; It didn’t take him long to decide that it would have been an impossibility in such a scenario.<br><br>So much ran through his mind, though he could feel the chaos slowly start to press at the edge of his mind.&nbsp; Such line of thinking had caused a slight headache to take residence in his brain, forcing him to massage his temples every couple of minutes.&nbsp; Fenris lifted himself out of the couch, grabbing his collar as he did so, and entered the bedroom.&nbsp; When asked about it, his eyes fell upon the long chain that tangled from its ring.<br><br>“Because…&nbsp; I wasn’t sure if putting it on would drive me to seek out my Mistress for my next mindless task.&nbsp; While it is off, I’m still free to act on my current orders as I see fit; that is how I am able to remain here without becoming overly anxious…&nbsp; I didn’t want to risk leaving you and would have happily allowed my mind to fall into chaos until you were able to claim me again.&nbsp; I want nobody else.”&nbsp; Fenris stepped forward, offering her the leash and collar.&nbsp; “You’re the only one I want to be with.&nbsp; Please… take me back.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 21:34:17</strong>
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				Desirae watched him approach, holding the leash and collar. His words strummed the chords of her heart, and she closed her eyes. Desirae could not feel the true depth of things, her mind and body still numb. But she was back home, and safe. The woman took in a slow breath and reached out. Her fingers grazed his neck and she lifted the collar. Wrapping it around his neck, she waited, not closing the circle and buckling it. <br><br>"Fenris, you mean more to me than you can imagine. The turmoil of my thoughts is unfathomable." Desirae whispered. She then pulled the collar together and did it together, then running her fingers down the chain leash and looking him in the eyes when her own opened. <br><br>"You are now mine again, Fenris Wolfe. That is the way of things." She said coolly. "And I will start teaching you that I am your only Mistress, that your leash and collar now belong to me, as you do. That you are mine, and I never want to lose you. Not because you are property, but because you are my friend." <br><br>She felt her heart stammer in her chest, but she could not let go of his leash.<br><br>"Sl... sleep near me, I want to hold your leash as you rest, so that I do not fear losing you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 00:10:21</strong>
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				Fen’s heart thrummed with delight as she placed the collar around his neck.&nbsp; Once the bindings were set, Fenris felt his extra thoughts and emotions become suppressed once more leaving only his desire to serve Xai conflicting with his desire for Desirae.&nbsp; His eyes watched excitedly as her hands slid down the length of the chain until her hand slipped through the leather handle.&nbsp; In an instant, all the tension and anxiety that had built within his muscles and mind released with a visible change to his composure.&nbsp; Fen’s eyes returned to Desirae and his heart fluttered as he met her gaze.&nbsp; Finally, things felt right once more; he was reunited with the only person he wanted ever wanted to be with.&nbsp; He could feel a tear begin to well in his eye from how happy he was and he couldn’t hold it back after she asked her to join her in bed that night.&nbsp; Fen’s body had never felt so weightless than it had at that moment.<br><br>“There is nothing that would make me happier.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 06:28:37</strong>
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				Desirae reached over pushed the covers down, the sheets folding over as she slid over, making room for Fenris to join her. She laid back, resting her head against the pillow as she undid her bun and gazed over at Fenris' silhouette. Her mind and heart were a constant turmoil of emotions, how could anything of this magnitude ever happen to her? She shook her head slowly, closing her eyes. <br><br>His body pressed into the bed as he neared, but she kept her back to him. Dez breathed in slowly and let out another breath, trying not to feel angry at Fenris. His nature was a mystery to her, though in any way, in this age and day, that was still betrayal. Hurt. He left her when he was supposed to protect her.<br><br>"Fenris." She whispered, staring over as Dionysus came up to the bed's edge and licked at her finger. "Do you think you will ever be able to survive with me- without your collar?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 07:07:27</strong>
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				Fenris lay behind his Mistress, pressing himself against the contortions of her body.&nbsp; His arms wrapped around her stomach and held her close while resting his forehead on the back of her head.&nbsp; His warm breath washed over the back of her neck.&nbsp; Her question caused a wave of uncertainty wash over him as he considered the possibility.&nbsp; Whatever Madeline had done to him during the training, he was sure there was a lot that he had not recalled or been conscious for, it would not be easily undone.&nbsp; She seen to it that any conscious attempts would bring pain along with it, hindering any progress he could make on his own.<br><br>“If there is any chance of it, I know it’ll be you who guides me to it.&nbsp; You’ve already done so much for me this past week, I know it is only a matter of time.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 20:56:16</strong>
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				She let her eyes fall shut, her mind quickly fading off to faraway places at the sound of his voice. Desirae found herself thinking of Antonio, how he saved her. How he cared for her. But then she thought of Fenris. Two totally different men. And though she didn't want to admit it, the truth was inevitable.<br><br>Her heart was caught between the resilient gangster and the obedient slave.<br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: ar julian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">~One Month Later~</span><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Desirae's feelings for the two men grew undeniably stronger. She found herself making love to Fenris a few times over the following four weeks, though she tried to refrain. And Antonio was making stronger moves as well. She'd begun to let him take her out, or treat her places. He had begun buying her nice things and bringing her dinner, getting her groceries and taking her out. He was taking care of her, just as Fenris was.<br><br>Her mind was spinning, but the time for her heart to grow weak was far from appropriate. <br>Danger was lurking...</span></span></div><br><br>Desirae smiled, folding her arms over the paint-covered apron that was tied over her front. Her golden brown arms, chest, and legs glistened with a slight sheen of sweat, her hair tied up messily. She wore a black tank top and khaki shorts that hugged her hips and were quite short by the meaning. She stood in her new living room (http://celestineinteriors.com/images/Blue_Living_Room_1657380.179193810_std.jpg), having just finished painting the walls a rich blue-gray. She turned and picked up the newspapers at her feet, the room now complete. She balled up the paper and lifted the paintbrush, moving then to the blue, white, and light wooden combination that was her kitchen (http://www.susanjablonmosaics.com/userfiles/image/bijou-cobalt-blue-kit-1-480.jpg). She dropped the brush into the sink where it would soak in the hot soapy water and pine-sol to clean. The papers went in the trash, and she then slipped around towards her bedroom (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=11979488). Though the entirety of her new home was smaller, it was far nicer. She lived on the outskirts of Benton now, a nice little house she had paid for in full herself. She lived in a suburbia, but the houses were stretched enough that she didn't worry about people hearing anything from inside her house. And the small cozy feel reminded her of a home, and not just a place to stay. <br><br>"Fenris." She called, looking down as Dionysus jumped at her legs. She remembered that inside of her nightstand drawer was her collar, she had yet to show Fen that little trick. "You ready for lunch?" She called happily, rubbing her husky along his muzzle and behind his ears as he groaned cheerfully. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:17:56</strong>
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				Fenris has just finished installing the connections to Desirae’s new washer and dryer when she called to him.&nbsp; His torso glistening in sweat from having to move the heavy machines on his own and though it took significant effort it was well within his capabilities.&nbsp; The thin glaze over his body only helped to accent his lithe muscles.<br><br>“Sounds good to me.”<br><br>Over the past four weeks, Fenris had gradually picked up on casual conversation even while his collar was on.&nbsp; Although his actions were still guided by his Mistress, Desirae was gradually weaning him away from life as a servant and more towards a normal person.&nbsp; They had yet to make any significant progress on breaking the effect the collar held on restricting his thoughts and emotions, but he has found himself more capable of showing some emotions while wearing his collar and no longer maintained a neutral expression at all times.&nbsp; It may have been slow moving, but the improvement could not be denied.<br><br>Fenris walked into the kitchen, admiring the look of their home.&nbsp; He was glad to finally be of constant use to Desirae during the remodeling process.&nbsp; The constant list of tasks fulfilled his needs as both a servant to his Mistress and as a friend to Desirae.&nbsp; He could not deny the envy he felt whenever she would go out at nights with Antonio, but he could never voice these emotions without being directly commanded to do so; which thankfully she never had.&nbsp; Fen could never deny Desirae from living a normal life, something he could not yet give to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:36:03</strong>
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				He called back to her and she pulled off the apron, tossing it into the white wicker hamper and shrugged a bit, rolling her shoulders. She moved into the master bathroom (http://imagesus.holiday-rentals.co.uk/vd2/files/WVR/400x300/s4/3038618/251239_1248787159962.jpg). It was empty save for a black bag on the counter that had all the cosmetics in it. In the closet she pulled out a black washcloth and she wet it, running it over her face, arms, and chest, then hanging the cloth on the side of the sink. <br><br>She slipped into the kitchen and reached into the cabinets, pulling out a pan and then moving to the fridge. She grabbed a pack of hamburger and then gestured to the fridge. <br><br>"Tomato, lettuce, and onion. And condiments. Can you go get them out the fridge and cut the stuff up for me? We'll have hamburgers." She said smoothly, turning her attention to Fen with a wide smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:43:01</strong>
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				Fen loved seeing Desirae smile like that; it always caused his heart to flutter.&nbsp; He could not deny the feelings he had for her, but he couldn’t be sure she felt the same way about him.&nbsp; The thought always lingered in his mind that Antonio and her would get together and Fen would either wind of dead or back with Madeline once the Latino man had sway upon her actions.&nbsp; There was no denying the hatred he had for Fen and felt sure that he would have been disposed of on several occasions had Desirae not intervened.<br><br>“Of course.”<br><br>Fenris retrieved the condiments and began preparing them with restaurant quality results.<br><br>“What else do we need to work on after lunch?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 22:23:52</strong>
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				"Well..." Desirae said, washing her hands and then moving to make patties of the ground beef, seasoning them with lemon pepper and sprinkled a bit of ground ginger on them. Then she threw them in the pan, letting them simmer hotly against the heated metal. She turned and watched him cut the tomato into perfect even slices, tearing the lettuce into leaves that fit a bun just as well. <br><br>"I would like to unpack the bathroom supplies, and then take a nice hot bath. With you, perhaps?" She hinted at with a grin. "This master bathtub is a bit bigger than my last, and I did pack some cherry blossom bubble-bath mix to try out. I haven't taken a long hot bath in a very long time. I wouldn't mind company." <br><br>She then pulled out a bottle of A1 steak sauce and drizzled it over the burgers, hearing the sizzling of it as little drops hit the bare metal bottom. Taking the spatula, she smeared the dark marinade over the meat, then setting the bottle aside.<br><br>"That's only if you don't mind joining me." Desirae said smoothly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 02:15:35</strong>
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				The sound of Fen’s knifework froze mid-cut as she mentioned the bath.&nbsp; A shower was one thing, but he had never been permitted to bathe with Madeline and had never been privileged with the opportunity to actually partake in a hot bath.&nbsp; The closest he had ever come was washing her back from the outside of the tub and never venturing any further than elbow deep into the soothing waters.&nbsp; It had always been an experience he had longed for and he had never considered the possibility of Desirae allowing him to partake in the relaxing waters.<br><br>“I- I-“&nbsp; Fenris took a moment to gather himself from his daydreaming of years past.&nbsp; “I would love to have my first bathing experience with you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 02:23:09</strong>
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				"Good." Desirae said, hearing his voice stammer a bit, knowing he would be looking forward to it from this point on until it happened. She flipped the burgers again, and then reached over to a stack of paper plates, grabbing two and setting them on the table. "Grab some napkins, and then pull out one lime, the pomegranate juice, and the sangria." <br><br>When he pulled out the fruit and sangria, she took down two spirit glasses (http://www.winestuff.com/acatalog/41460f.jpg). Two ice cubes to each, and then she poured in sangria up about an inch from the rim. Then a bit of pomegranate juice, and then she cut the lime into four pieces. Two center slices and then the end pieces which still had a lot of flesh. She squeezed one end piece's juices into each glass, then cut the two center pieces into four halves, two on each glass. She turned and sat them on the table, returning to cut off the stove and pull the pan over to a cold burner. She took another plastic plate and put two paper towels folded up onto it. Then she shoveled the few hamburgers onto it, and put it on the table.<br><br>"Oh, and heat up the buns for ten seconds, real quick." Dez said, reaching into the fridge and pulling out several slices of cheese. Shutting the fridge, she laid the cheese on the table and grabbed a bag of regular UTZ chips, and laid them on the table as well. <br><br>Clapping her hands together, Desirae smiled and sat down, grinning up at Fenris.<br><br>"Lunch and probably dinner is served." She chuckled softly, rubbing the back of her neck. "So, Fen." She began in her usual way, waiting for him to bring the buns. "Did you ever work in the kitchen when you were at your old place? You cut tomatoes better than a slicing machine on Paid Programming..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 03:03:51</strong>
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				Fen gathered all the items Desirae requested and watched as she made their drinks.&nbsp; He was still new to alcohol and had a very low tolerance, something both his Mistress and he learned at the same time a few weeks back.&nbsp; Once the buns were heated, the meal was set and ready to be consumed in the company of one another.&nbsp; There was so much flavor to the burger, far exceeding that of the first one he had just over a month ago whenever Desirae first claimed him.&nbsp; It didn’t take him long to appreciate the style of food that wasn’t prepared for the sake of showing off one’s status in society.<br><br>“Madeline often used me as a showpiece in a wide variety of ways.&nbsp; Whether it was my submissive obedience at fetish clubs or more practical tasks around the house.&nbsp; My role was just as much a status symbol as it was for her convenience in daily life.”<br><br>He took another bite of his food and washed it down with his drink before speaking once more.<br><br>“I’ve been trained in a wide variety of tasks for that reason.&nbsp; Madeline wasn’t the type of Mistress to settle for average, so I was forced to perform flawlessly or suffer her anger until I eventually met her standards.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 03:51:27</strong>
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				Speaking of Madeline made Desirae feel a tiny well of hatred forming in her stomach. But she shook it off, finishing off her burger as they chit-chatted about servitude; which though she was polite about it, was not a good subject. But she put the dishes away and downed the bit of sangria; the dosing not enough to get the either of them drunk though. She put the remaining burgers in a plastic container and then put plastic wrap over the plate with the tomatoes, lettuce, and onions. <br><br>Dez then walked out of the kitchen, stopping only to take Fenris' hand. With him she walked towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. She leaned over the bathtub and began running the water, waiting for it to warm. Then she plugged the bottom of the tub and poured the syrupy mixture into the tub beneath the trail of water. She watched bubbles forming as she reached into the duffel bag and got out her soap and his, and then the two shampoos; one his and one hers. She then pulled out two poufs, one blue and one white, tossing them into the tub. It was filling up slowly, but she didn't mind.<br><br>Desirae turned and looked at Fenris. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head, throwing it aside. Then she stripped away her shorts. After that, she let her hair down and stripped away her thong and bra, stepping into the water. She reached out for Fenris' hand as she then lowered herself slowly into the water.<br><br>"It feels wonderful." Dez smiled, feeling how warm it was and letting out a relaxing sigh as she waited for him to join her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 04:27:43</strong>
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				Fenris followed Desirae to the bathroom; his excitement flowed through him despite the collar around his neck.&nbsp; He smiled at the way she seemed to undress for him, loving every minute of attention she gave him.&nbsp; There wasn’t anything particularly sensual about the way she did it, but it did not matter; he couldn’t deny his feelings for her.&nbsp; Even the simplest gesture was precious to Fen.&nbsp; Once he finished aiding her into the tub, he slowly slid out of his pants and underwear, tossing them next to Desirae’s.<br><br>He could not tear his gaze away from her, the way the bubbles clung to her skin and the relaxed expression on her face was too enticing.&nbsp; Fen used his hands to feel along the edge of the tub to guide his progress to the other side.&nbsp; Slowly, he stepped over the rim and dipped his foot into the water, feeling the warmth caress his skin.&nbsp; He bit his lip, half-expecting to be ordered to leave so that he could not partake in such an experience.&nbsp; Some of Madeline’s lessons sunk in deeper than others.&nbsp; After a few moments, his gaze met Desirae’s to make sure she would allow him to do so as he lowered himself into the water.&nbsp; It was impossible for him to restrain the audible sigh he made as he did so.&nbsp; The water soothed his body and loosened muscles that he had not been aware were tense.&nbsp; He had to fight to keep his eyes from closing in pure delight.<br><br>“Desirae…&nbsp; Would you mind removing all my clothing.”&nbsp; Fen notioned to his collar.&nbsp; “I want nothing to prevent me from enjoying the entirety of this experience.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 04:42:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae watched him strip down, getting into the bathtub across from her. She leaned forward at his command, her fingers grazing his neck. Soon the belt slid through the buckle and the collar came undone. She leaned back and set it against the counter and then relaxed into the water again. She spread her legs, laying them into Fen's lap. Her smile returned, and she reached out, stroking his leg. <br><br>"I'm glad you want to be without it for this." She leaned up onto her knees, bubbles and water running off of her skin as she picked up the blue pouf. She poured a bit of Fen's soap onto it then leaned forward. She traced it over his neck, then along his clavicle, shoulder, and back to his chest. She made soft lathering circles that covered his skin in a refreshing scent. Her eyes trailed over his body as she did so. <br><br>"Do you like the colors I picked out for the house? All the blue and gray, white and black, stuff like that with a few splashes of brighter colors? I was going for something relaxing looking..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 05:44:17</strong>
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				The relaxation that he felt once the collar was removed caused him to slide further into the water until his chin rested upon the surface with his eyes closed.&nbsp; Fenris became aware of Desirae’s legs upon his lap and moaned happily as her hand wandered over his flesh.&nbsp; Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, she began to wash his body and he arched himself into her touch.&nbsp; His eyes opened partially as though he was reluctantly waking from a good nap.&nbsp; “I’m glad you let me join you.&nbsp; I’ve never been treated like this before.&nbsp; It feels… niiiiiiiice.”&nbsp; Fenris was like putty in her hands as she continued washing him, causing his manhood begin to swell from the sensations.<br><br>“Hmmm?”&nbsp; Fenris purred, almost missing her question as he allowed his mind to get lost in the moment.&nbsp; “It was a very nice choice in colors.&nbsp; I do prefer the soothing atmosphere; it makes for a more intimate environment.”&nbsp; Fen’s hands caressed her silky smooth legs lightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 05:54:17</strong>
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				"Good... I'm glad you're enjoying everything." She smiled, letting those little soap circles move lower. She let her other hand drape over his shoulder, moving along his neck. Desirae then reached into the water with that same hand, gently nudging his leg aside. Then she took seat next to him, folding her legs in his lap. Her hand and the shower pouf moved lower, washing his stomach and sides and feeling his manhood graze her arm. Desirae felt her sex tingle, biting her lip as she drew the pouf then to his thighs and washing his legs. Back up again, she began to make even slower circles around his thighs once more. <br><br>"And you shouldn't worry. I invited you because we'd <em>both</em> enjoy this... Or at least I think we both will." She grinned, leaning inward. With a gentle touch, her lips caressed his neck. Drawing back, she then leaned in and placed a simple, rather intimate yet genuine kiss upon Fen's lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 06:13:26</strong>
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				Fenris didn’t even have to put a conscious thought to embracing Desirae as she sat at his side, loving the feeling of her skin upon his.&nbsp; He felt a twinge of pleasure as he felt her accidently touch his sex.&nbsp; The massaging of the pouf on his thighs caused his desire to build.&nbsp; As Desirae placed a kiss upon his lips, Fen’s hand slid up her back until it was at the back of her neck as he guided her to hold the kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp; He pulled away for a moment to affectionately trace her lips with the tip of his tongue before allowing their lips to lock once again.&nbsp; His tongue grazed the seam in her lips, enticing hers to dance with his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 06:20:10</strong>
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				When Fen's hand came up to guide her kiss to remain, she suddenly lost the pouf. It disappeared in the water as her fingers unlaced from it, and instead found solitude in resting against the inside of his thigh. She tightened her grip when she felt his tongue against her lips, letting her own tongue slip forward and dance with his own. Slowly meshing together, oh how she loved the taste of Fenris' passionate kiss. Smooth, trained, and somehow reaching her in all new ways. <br><br>Her fingers slid up from the water, away from his thigh. She popped the cap of Fen's body wash and she poured a bit into her palm. Then she dipped her hands together, using her fingertips to rub the soapy syrup into her palm. Her hand dipped under water and gripped the very base of his shaft, the warmth of the water and her hand paired with the thick lubricant of the soap making a good match. She moved up, letting her thumb and finger almost encase his knot before she dropped back down, caressing him with twisting gestures as their kiss continued. Her sex was growing wetter, and she felt her nipples getting erect. Parting their lips, Desirae finally spoke.<br><br>"You seem excited... Didn't know you were so happy to get clean with me." She grinned devilishly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 06:35:02</strong>
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				Fen’s muscles tensed from desire as she slid her lubricated hand along his manhood in slow and very pleasurable motions.&nbsp; The seal of their kiss was broken as is lips stretched into a smile, though he allowed his tongue to mingle with hers for a few moments longer.&nbsp; His hips arched to force himself into her grip.&nbsp; When she pulled away from the kiss, his hand moved under the water and parted her thighs enough for him to run his fingers up their length until his touch was just shy of her outer lips.<br><br>“How could I not get excited at the feeling of your bare flesh and your roaming hands?”<br><br>His hand moved until two fingers rested against her slit, applying firm pressure to her lips and her pearl.&nbsp; They did not move, only held the pressure as he teased her.<br><br>“And I can’t think of anything that wouldn’t make me happy if you are with me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 06:42:48</strong>
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				He thrust into her hand slowly, and then completely swept away any possibility of her responding when he put two fingers between her legs with the pressure as if to assure her that he was there. She bit her lip slowly, feeling her hips shudder and rock towards him, the bottom of the bathtub halting her. Ah, their first bath in their new home would be quite memorable after all. At that feel she began to work his cock a bit harder, only to stop. She removed her hand and began to trace her fingers up and down his shaft in repetitive slow motions, getting every ounce of soap off of his skin after she felt he was... <em>clean</em>. <br><br>Desirae leaned in, her kiss now on his shoulder, moving to his neck, her body sliding up until she was on her knees. Her legs spread for Fen, and she felt her lungs quiver. Her eyes closed in what was supposed to have been a blink, but the time they were closed outweighed that. Images flooded into her mind of being on the bathroom floor, Fen eating her pussy like it held the cure to his disease. His body holding her, legs up and hips availed, no escape as he completely had all control, fucking her as she moaned and gasped. <br><br>And their first kiss. God, that powerful first kiss. The more she thought about it, the more wonderful it was.<br><br>A moan broke from her lips in the bathtub as she parted her eyes to see him, desiring him strongly. <br><br>"Fenris." Desirae finally spoke. "My lover."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 07:06:50</strong>
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				Fen’s heart skipped a beat as she positioned herself above him, knowing that he would feel himself slide deep within her the moment she lowered herself upon him.&nbsp; His eyes looked upon her face and could practically read the expression, having a good idea of what she was thinking about.&nbsp; He had seen that look only once before, but knew after that first night it would be one that he wouldn’t forget.&nbsp; The thought of it made his mouth water and his tongue quiver with excitement.<br><br>The words she spoke next broke the lust that began to build within him as his heart fluttered with joy.&nbsp; Passion and longing now occupied his mind, feeling the affection of his Mistress.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; It was Desirae’s affection, she was much more than a Mistress to him.<br><br>“Desirae.&nbsp; My love.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 07:14:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His words washed her in a sheet of numbness. The world went blank, nonexistent again. Like the night he told her he felt loved. A slight blush fell upon her cheeks as she realized she had not breathed since he said it, since her chest had been filled as if someone were pouring Pop-Rocks into it. She nodded almost nervously, leaning forward and kissing his forehead.<br><br>"Thanks." She was unsure of the appropriate response. Love was a dangerous thing, just like crime. And she was good at crime, but love was dangerous in a different way. With love, you didn't get caught. You either won or lost, or you went one path and it lead into another. It was the very reason she refused herself to love Antonio though he tried to make advances on her many many times.<br><br>"I don't want to hurt you." Desirae had not even realized it had slipped so subconsciously out of her mouth, her hands moving to caress his shoulders. She leaned in a bit, moving her hips so that his member grazed its way up her stomach. Her seat was on his thighs as she hugged herself close, nipples raking over his chest. Her arms folded behind his head and she met his lips, a slow, deep kiss that she used to convey the thoughts, feelings, and words that she could not speak.<br><br>When they parted, she spoke again, only getting more and more aroused as her emotions flared inside of her.<br><br>"Do you wish we were together, like this? Or... Or like normal people? Like a couple, Fen?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 07:37:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"I don't want to hurt you."</em><br><br>That statement sent a nervous twinge through his body, fearing what she meant by that.&nbsp; The anxiety washed away like a footstep on a sandy beach as he felt his sex press against her stomach.&nbsp; It was still there, only muted by the feelings he got when she pressed herself against him.&nbsp; He could feel the conflict that raged within her as she kissed him, knowing what it was like to be at war with oneself.&nbsp; It gave him hope though; Fen could tell it was something that she wanted, but for a reason he could not find, resisted those feelings.<br><br><em>"Do you wish we were together, like this? Or... Or like normal people? Like a couple, Fen?"</em><br><br>Fenris didn’t even need to consider his answer for that question.&nbsp; He remembered that night four weeks ago where Desirae was not his Mistress.&nbsp; The few hours where he was her lover, her equal.&nbsp; When he acted out of his love for her and nothing else.<br><br>“Like a normal couple, where my actions are guided by my love for you and nothing else.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 07:44:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae smiled at his answer, though it only made everything that much harder to think about in the long run of things. She took in a long, quiet breath, then smiled. She leaned in, her lips meeting his briefly before she pulled away. There was a bit of silence in the warm water and the silence where she simply gazed into Fen's eyes, wondering what went on in that head of his. She took in another breath, and smiled.<br><br>"Fenris." She whispered, a grin on her lips as she leaned in closer, nuzzling her cheek to his, her lips near his ear. "Let's make love again." <br><br>She pushed herself back up onto her knees, hovering over him. But this time, she did not lower herself on him. "Why don't you lean off the wall a bit. And bend your knees for me. She leaned back, bending her knees so that her feet were behind his back, but at his sides and not directly behind his back. She placed her hands on the bottom of the tub and she felt his swollen head pressing against her nether lips. "Are you comfortable?" Dez then said in a quick exhale.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 08:01:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen’s body became alight with excitement and affection as she whispered what she wanted.&nbsp; It had been a long time since they were together for passion rather than to satisfy their lustful needs.&nbsp; As fantastic as their sex was, Fenris always looked fondly upon the night they first made love along with all the feelings and sensations that went along with it.&nbsp; A wide smile spread across his face, clearly showing how much he wanted to feel that once again.&nbsp; He positioned himself as she had asked, loving the way their bodies knotted together as though it would be impossible to part.&nbsp; If he had it his way, they never would.<br><br>His gaze met hers as he felt his crown begin to part her lips, the feeling of which caused his member to throb eagerly.&nbsp; “Yes.&nbsp; Please Desirae, make love with me.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 08:14:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She bit her lip and smiled. Not <em>to me</em>, Fenris said for her to make love <em>with me</em>. She lowered herself a bit more, eyes focused on hip as her lips parted and she gasped quietly, trying not to close her eyes as his length pushed inside of her. She leaned back a bit more, til her back was against his legs and her hands against the tub. She pushed her feet against the tub and rose off of him, her breasts parting up from the water and letting the suds and water roll off of the full mounds. Her body came back down, ever growing wetter as his tip pushed against every nerve inside of her.<br><br>"Oooh..." She moaned, closing her eyes finally, having to lose herself to that ecstasy of just the feel. The water began to rock around them, rippling from their bodies and wish-washing around the tub. "Thrust a bit harder..." She moaned. "Meet me." Dez then rocked her hips down against his, hard enough that the water in the tub rocked to her left then slapped the tub's edge, and moved right, actually spilling a bit onto the tile floor. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she suddenly thought about how she shouldn't have filled the tub up so much.<br><br>"Oooohhh." Desirae then moaned, shuddering against his skin as her own began to grow sensitive from being in the water for a good chunk of minutes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 20:18:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris groaned in pleasure as he felt Desirae’s sex embrace the length of his manhood.&nbsp; The sight of her body, glazed in the soapy water, emerging from the water only to descend once again teased his senses.&nbsp; He admired the way the light glistened off her body, making her breasts sheen with flawless beauty.&nbsp; Each time she glided along his sex, he could feel her nectar adding more lubrication to her nether embrace.<br><br>“Mmmm.”&nbsp; The feeling caused his body to glow with pleasure as he brought his hips up to meet hers whenever she descended into the water.&nbsp; Their motions made slower from the resistance of the water, but the force behind their movements never diminished.&nbsp; The sloshing water in the tub only served to provide a sound to accompany their slow, passionate pace as the lovers shared their pleasure with one another.<br><br>The soothing water in combination with the unending tide of physical and emotional pleasure made it difficult for Fen to keep his eyes open.&nbsp; He forced himself to do so, no wanting to miss the expression on Desirae’s face as she swam in the ecstasy they shared.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 20:25:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae felt himself moving strongly into her, til his hips were tightly squeezed against hers, his manhood the key to her hot wet lock. She ground herself into him, rising from the water and falling back into it to meet him again. Her moans filled the air, her chest quivering and she could barely manage to breathe unless she did so with a precision. In, out, moaning in between or after an inhale, assuring she kept a steady pace with heavy breathing. Dez then opened her eyes, seeing Fenris' gaze upon her. One hand raised from the water and she reached out, her hand grazing his cheek before she pushed her fingers gently into his hair, along the back of her neck. <br><br>"Fenris..." She groaned quietly, feeling her head spin with ecstasy. "You are... so... amazing..." She whispered, gazing at him slowly. "I never... get tired... of feeling you... close to me..." <br><br>Her eyes fell shut and she leaned up, moving to position herself closer. She hooked her hands on the edge of the bathtub behind him, shifting to be with her legs folded under her as she leaned closer. Her lips met his and she closed her eyes, embracing him in a rich kiss as she continued to push his size deep into her pussy with every longing stroke. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 20:54:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen pulled Desirae closer to him as she leaned in, wanting to feel her against him while they made love.&nbsp; His arms wrapped around her waist as she pulled him into a passionate kiss, embracing her while still guiding her motions up and down his swollen sex.&nbsp; Each time she neared the bottom of his shaft, he would put some of his weight into her decent so that she could take him in until her wrapped around the hilt.&nbsp; The feeling of being so deep within Desirae sent a surge of pleasure up his spine that made is back arch out of reflex, allowing him to feel her erect nipples graze his skin.<br><br>“I always…”&nbsp; Fen had to speak in between moans that he could not restrain whenever he felt her take the entirety of his member within her.&nbsp; The heavy panting breaths only made speaking that much more difficult.&nbsp; “I always want… to be with you… like this.&nbsp; It makes me feel…”&nbsp; Another louder moan broke his sentence before he opened his eyes and allowed his gaze to meet hers.&nbsp; “normal… and cared for.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 21:03:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Immediately when his words were done, she used one hand against the back of his head and she felt her eyes fall shut. Her lips crashed against his own, aching for his kiss, for the complete package that allowed her to feel every inch of him everywhere. His length buried inside of her, almost as if shooting static energy into her body, making her feel great. Her body enveloped his own, her sex gripping his length tightly; and just as her emotions, she didn't want to let go. <br><br>She moaned against his kiss, pressing her body down harder. With the very slowly increasing speed, more water sloshed over the edge of the tub. She let her tongue slip from her lips, meeting his and drawing it into her own mouth. Her mind was alight, spinning, but every thrust into her cleaned the slate of her worries.<br><br>"Harder..." She finally moaned against him. "More... please..." She whispered, her body aching for his own that much more hungrily as she gripped him tightly and her lips connected with his between her moans.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 21:52:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen’s moans grew more intense as her movements along his length quickened.&nbsp; They were muffled once she pressed her lips to meet his, allowing their tongues to intertwine and dance passionately.&nbsp; All thoughts were lost to the pleasure and emotions that resulted from their lovemaking.&nbsp; As her request, Fen brought more power behind his thrusts, moving quicker and with more determination to increase their pleasure.&nbsp; The water began to slosh more violently, more of the warm liquid splashing over the edge.&nbsp; His embrace tightened, fingers pressing tighter into her back as his body sought an anchor to keep him from spinning into chaotic bliss.&nbsp; Fen’s breaths became heavier and hotter as their pace increased, his sex throbbing within her as its nerve endings lit with ecstasy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 21:58:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Minutes passed like hours, til a half hour had passed in their heated sex. Faster and hotter, the bathroom floor was coated in a thin sheen of water around the bathtub where it had sloshed out until the water was about three inches more shallow than when they entered. Her body ached for his, her hips slamming into his with the water both her enemy and friend. It helped her feel weightless as her body raised off of his, and yet took away from the weighted force of her slamming into him. Her hips met his hard, all the water between them rushed away at their collision. She could feel him throbbing, yet as her own heartbeat was tangible inside of her hot womb. <br><br>The longer they went, the more of a high she felt setting in. Her eyes closed and her body felt like it were filled with a pleasure and delight that could not be contained by her own skin. The ecstasy outweighed the vessel, she thought, riding him harder and harder, her orgasm closing in. She leaned to his ear, catching the lobe between her lips and teeth, nipping somewhat roughly and sucking, turning the little piece of flesh orchid in color as her moans brushed against his mind. <br><br>"Oooh... I'm so... cl-ose..." She stammered out, her body shuddering as she wrapped her arms around him and tightened her grip, burying herself into his figure while her hips rocked heavily into his. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 22:26:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of her glistening body over his was breathtaking as Fenris pulled her closer against him.&nbsp; He could feel her body react to a building orgasm as his did the same.&nbsp; It started slowly, subtly as it slowly built upon the pleasure of their sex.&nbsp; After several moments, he could feel his body warming as blood rushed through him being propelled by his racing heart.&nbsp; Their breaths became labored and hotter.&nbsp; A minute passed and Fen’s orgasm continued to build, its progress made slower by the water around them.&nbsp; He did not mind in the least&nbsp; It continued to build with each thrust into her, Desirae’s tight pussy coaxing him further into his pleasure until his muscles began to tense causing him to bury his face into the crux of her neck.<br><br>“Dez.. I-I’m going to.. cum…”&nbsp; His breathing was forced as he reached the brink of his climax.&nbsp; The sloshing water and the restricted movement caused him to hang on the brink for nearly half a minute as opposed to a few seconds.&nbsp; His orgasm lasting an eternity as his moans became sharp while he clung her to desperately looking for something solid to hold him to the ground.&nbsp; Finally, he felt his body release the tension that had built up from the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.&nbsp; His manhood pulsed powerfully as he filled Desirae with his hot seed, shooting it deep within her.&nbsp; Fenris blinked, feeling his head swimming from a high like he had never experienced, slightly worried that he might pass out.&nbsp; Although his grip loosened, Fen did not release Desirae from his embrace as his eyes watered from the intensity of their lovemaking.&nbsp; He tried to speak, to say how amazing it was, but all that came out was stuttered and broken gasps.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 22:33:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Harder and harder, her body beginning to tremble. That primal need and coming so close that your rhythm breaks, she could barely keep going. As soon as his manhood swelled even more, and she felt the pressure of his body, she felt her own orgasm ready to crash into her. It was at his last hard thrust and the release of his seed that she threw her head back, holding onto him tightly as she trembled heavily and felt his hot seed lighting a fire to her soul. She parted her lips, but could not breathe, only held him so tight that he could mold into her shape. Her pussy gripped his member as if to milk him of all his seed at once, squeezing him for more and more, but finally beginning to relax. Her walls trembled after they began to relax, her entire body sore from the long smooth sex. She saw his eyes watering when she opened her own, his words trying to form. Desirae only raised her hand and put a finger to his lips.<br><br>She leaned inward tiredly, raising her hips as to let him out, the water washing over her lips when she did so. Cum spilled out of her slowly, and she relaxed against his figure. Her sore, almost cramping, legs extended behind them as she laid her head on his chest, her body soaked as her hair had become. Reaching up, she combed her hand down his face and smiled.<br><br>"Maybe... maybe now.." She whispered tiredly, hugging him. "We can finish... bathing..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 22:49:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen let out a ragged sigh as he felt himself slide free of Desirae.&nbsp; He felt her body move as she slid to his side allowing her head to rest upon his chest.&nbsp; Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her tightly against him.&nbsp; His entire body was singing with delight as his breathing began to steady, watching Desirae rise up with each breath.&nbsp; He placed a soft kiss upon her head after she spoke, he felt fatigue slowly set into his body.<br><br>“Perhaps… we should wait until we catch our breaths and rest for a few moments.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 22:56:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, and let herself relax with him...<br><br>Overall they'd spent about an hour in the tub when Dez got done washing her body and washing her long hair under the faucet. She slipped out of the tub now, laying a towel down on the floor to soak up all the water they'd spilled over. Then she grabbed two more towels, one for Fen and another for herself. She then stood on the towel, using her own to rub down her figure and dry her hair. The woman then tied up her damp hair into a bun, and then folded the towel across the shower door rod. She gestured for Fenris to come on after her.<br><br>"Let's head to the bedroom and grab some clean clothes, and then maybe... we'll go for a walk?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 02:23:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris couldn’t think of a better way to end making love with Desirae than cuddling in a bath for several minutes before washing one another.&nbsp; When they were done bathing, Fen drained the tub and dried himself off with the towel he had been offered.&nbsp; He followed her to the bedroom after grabbing his collar and put on some clothes that would make him less conspicuous in public despite his neck accessory.&nbsp; Fen couldn’t deny his interest in exploring their new neighborhood.&nbsp; He offered out his collar to Desirae.<br><br>“Did you want me to have it on or off for the walk?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 02:27:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae reached her room, sliding on a simple light jade colored bra and sliding on a white tank top, then moving to put on a pair of jean shorts. She stuffed a pocket knife and her cell phone into her pocket, then turned to see him looking at her. Dez wanted to say that she wanted him to go without, but if he freaked and tried to run off, she'd flip her lid. So she shook her head, reaching out to the collar and moving her fingers around it. Raising it, she buckled it around his neck. When done she leaned up and kissed his lips briefly, turning away.<br><br>"Just a safety measure, though one day we will walk, just you and I- not you, I, and your collar... Okay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 03:48:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris felt his emotions become restrained as once the collar snapped into place, but not entirely subdued as they had been just over a month ago.&nbsp; The kiss caused him to flush happily as a slight smile formed upon his lips.&nbsp; “I’ll be looking forward to it.”<br><br>Fen and Desirae walked side-by-side as they walked around the neighborhood admiring the houses and families that played outdoors.&nbsp; He felt a twinge of sorrow as he watched how happy the children of various ages looked, finally bearing witness to just how differently he had been raised than them.&nbsp; Just how much of a freak he was by comparison.&nbsp; Those thoughts gradually leaked through the barrier the collar provided until he plainly showed his sadness in his expressions.&nbsp; Desirae noticed and asked him the reasoning behind his sudden change in mood.<br><br>“I’m just finally starting to realize how different I really am from normal people.&nbsp; In the city, people act much differently, especially in the places I frequented with Madeline.&nbsp; I’ve never actually seen how a normal family interacts with one another to be able to compare it to my own childhood…”<br><br>A few more minutes passed as they continued walking before Fen spoke again.<br><br>“Desirae…&nbsp; There’s something I’ve always wondered about since we’ve been together…&nbsp; Why did you come for me all those weeks ago?&nbsp; It never made sense to me why a complete stranger would so freely place this burden upon themselves, especially considering how we’ve never met before that night.&nbsp; How did you know about me?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 04:03:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They had been walking some good time then, and Fenris finally spoke up. He had not been looking exactly happy, while Dez had otherwise been enjoying exploring the neighborhood. She on one hand finally felt normal, but all Fenris could do was feel farther and farther from that point. It strummed a sad chord in her to know that, but he continued on with a question that made her want to stop dead in her tracks. Her eyes grew wide and then fell shut, and she took in a long, slow breath.<br><br>"I..." Desirae wasn't sure what to say, what to put this one on. "I didn't know about you... I want to put this very simply... I have a lot to hate about Madeline, she has done a lot to me. Ruined my early life. I went with hopes of ruining hers. I had very little idea about you, only rumors I didn't believe too much. But when I saw you, I wanted two very different things. I wanted to set you free, and I wanted to ruin Madeline's life by taking her most prized possession." <br><br>Dez dipped her head and reached out, fingers a little nervous as they wrapped around his. Her other hand dipped into her pocket. "I hope you don't think bad of me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 04:31:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae’s answer hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest, literally knocking the wind out of him and replacing it with intense pressure.&nbsp; His throat tightened as he felt his eyes begin to water.<br><br>“So… you took me for… revenge?”&nbsp; He did not know how Madeline ruined Desirae’s life, but knew better than anybody how brutal she could be to those who fell out of her favor.&nbsp; It all began to make sense to him.&nbsp; Why a stranger would claim him without knowing what they were getting in to.&nbsp; Why she would put up with him even when his lifestyle made her frustrated to the point of tears.<br><br>Why she always kept him at arm’s length.<br><br>Though his blurred vision, he could see her offering out her hand and began to reach hers to meet them.&nbsp; Fen’s grasp was only a few inches away before he paused, wanting to feel her grip within his, but there was one thing he had to know before he could allow himself to continue to fall for her.<br><br>“Desirae…&nbsp; What will you do with me when I am freed?&nbsp; Send me back to Madeline to rub it in her face?&nbsp; Leave me to fend for myself?&nbsp; Please... I need to know.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 04:36:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um..." She took a long moment, feeling the horrible weight of wishing she had lied. Or wishing she had saved him just for the sake of saving him. But she had not even known he was there! His hand not taking hers was also a sad thing. It made her feel an empty black hole forming in her chest. She was meant to be alone because of this. She had said it to him earlier, in the tub. That very day. She didn't want to hurt him. <br><br>"When you are free, what you do will be up to you, not me. If you want to return to her, that's your choice. If you want to go about your own life, I won't blame you either... If..." Desirae dipped her head. "If you want to stay with me even, that's up to you..." She whispered. "Though I'm not sure why you would."<br><br>She recovered her hand away from him and stuck it into her pocket like the other one was. <br><br>"Let's uh... let's go home."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 05:30:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris remain in place as Desirae continued to walk, taking a moment to consider her answer.&nbsp; Before she could get out of his reach, Fen hooked his hand around her elbow and turned her around to face him.&nbsp; By the time she had turned entirely, he had already pressed himself against her with his arms wrapping around her body in an embrace.&nbsp; His voice was still raw from the lump that formed in his throat.<br><br>“I don’t care what your reason was for claiming me and keeping me for this past month.&nbsp; It does not change the fact that you have done so much for me.”&nbsp; Fen positioned his face so that the upper portion of his face rested in the crux of her neck.&nbsp; Desirae would feel the wet droplets against her skin.<br><br>“There was nowhere else I wanted to be than by your side, even if I had the freedom to decide for myself.&nbsp; That was the option I desired to hear and hope it was genuine.&nbsp; Even if you cannot say the same in return, I want you to know that you are the only one I love and the only one I ever want to be with.&nbsp; Whether I am a slave or free, Mistress or not, it does not change the fact that I fear a life without you, Desirae.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 06:18:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen's fingers gripped her elbow and he turned her sharply, wrapping his arms around her before she could even question it. His tears fell on her bared chest, dripping down between her breast to be absorbed by her tank top and bra. She hugged her arms around him and put her chin atop his head. She knew they needed to get home now, because he was emotional... with his collar on... And she was feeling the effects of his words hammering an ice pick into her cold frozen heart. The woman pushed back and wiped his eyes- pushing the tears away. <br><br>"Come, let's go home." She said. This time she pulled her hand out of her pocket and hooked it around his waist, hugging herself closer to the younger man. She took in a long breath and looked up to the sky, turning around and readying to walk the block length back to her home.<br><br>"And... don't worry... You're not... I won't let you go."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 07:13:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two returned home, Fen was no longer concerned about how different he was from everybody now that he knew that Desirae wanted him and wasn’t simply a means for revenge.&nbsp; His spirits were lifted as he finally had some concept of a future that waited for him and he offered to treat Desirae to dinner.&nbsp; After looking through the food items they had purchased, Fenris found a combination that would make for a delicious dish that was elegant, but not pretentious.&nbsp; He saw to it that Desirae had no hand in preparing the meal, asking her to relax while he cooked.<br><br>After an hour, Fenris set out a plate of Penne &amp; Sausage (http://www.gourmetfoodappetizers.com/images/Omaha/Prepared_Dinners/PorkMeals/Penne-Sauage.jpg) for the both of them that was worthy of being served at a fine-dining establishment.&nbsp; No detail went unnoticed from the precise cuts of meat to the way it was laid out upon the plate.&nbsp; The meal was eaten as they made idle conversation regarding potential remodeling projects and his culinary prowess.&nbsp; Afterward, Fenris began taking care of the dishes, glad that he was able to convince Desirae to let him take care of them on his own so she could retire to the bedroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 07:29:42</strong>
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				Desirae had filled herself on the enticing fine quality meal they had which she felt frowned her own hamburgers in comparison. But the thought made her chuckle as she slipped into her bedroom. And just like that, she was beginning. She stripped out of her clothes and combed her hair back into a nice bun, several wavy strands of dark chocolate hair hanging down along her cheeks. She raced to the bedroom dresser and pulled out a handful of cloth, then moved to the bathroom. In the next few minutes, she had gotten ready. <br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Fifteen minutes later, she called Fenris in. And before he could reach her, she slipped her silvery collar around her neck and buckled it. Then she stood, and waited. She leaned against the bathroom doorway, wearing a black thong and a matching lace and string babydoll (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/SH-96110-A.jpg). It hugged her breasts tight and laced behind her neck, the strings dancing over her taut strong abdomen as she approached. Along her feet were silver and rhinestone heels (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/PL-Jewel-31spu.jpg) that matched her collar. Her eyeshadow was again smoky, which she felt was always appropriate for the bedroom. Then she leaned in and smiled, seeing him approach.<br><br>"Hello Master." Desirae purred. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 07:41:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris entered the bedroom as his Mistress commanded and stood gaping just inside the doorway.&nbsp; There was no denying how sexy she was in her outfit, though the collar had thrown him off greatly.&nbsp; Just as he had guessed it as some sort of accessory to help him not to stand out so much among the neighbors, she referred to him as master.&nbsp; Desirae’s voice rang with sexual enticement that nearly caused Fen to melt under her will.&nbsp; Had he not been confused by what she said, he very well might have.<br><br>“Uhhh… Desirae?”<br><br>The nervousness in his voice was clear, but so was the curiosity and eagerness to be intimate with her.&nbsp; He had no idea what to say or ask aside from that, hoping she would give him some guidance to what she was planning and what she wanted him to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 07:52:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae approached him slowly, reaching up and taking his neck into her grip ever so lightly. Then her fingers traced over his collar and removed it, setting it aside on the nightstand. <br><br>"My Master," She purred in the most sultry tone she could form. Her eyes traced his figure and she bit her lip slowly. Desirae then turned from him, letting him see her open back and the round cheeks of her ass that her thong allowed sight to as she took a few slow, seductive steps back. Her heels clicked softly in the quiet home, only lit now by the light from the kitchen and the bedroom lamp light. She turned on her heels, the hardwood floor perfect for her silvery shoes as she gazed at him, running her hands down her body's side.<br><br>"I am your personal slave, my Fenris. If you want me, then I am yours... I am here, for your <em>every</em> command." She said, trying to hide the wide grin she held inside, and succeeding as only a devilish one appeared on her rich bronze raspberry lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 08:10:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen’s emotions of confusion and desire flooded him as his collar was removed.&nbsp; His eyes drunk in her sexual attire, his member swelled just at the sight of her and the way she wore her outfit.&nbsp; There had been a few nights where she went all out to seduce him, but this was taking things to a completely new level now.&nbsp; He took several steps towards her, his libido guiding his path feeling lust course through him.<br><br><em>"I am your personal slave, my Fenris. If you want me, then I am yours... I am here, for your every command.”</em><br><br>At that, he froze in place like a deer caught in headlights.&nbsp; He was nervous… very nervous… but he could not deny how bad he wanted her.&nbsp; It wasn’t that he couldn’t command her now that she had instructed him to do so, it’s that he wasn’t completely sure how.<br><br>“I-I… I’m a little tongue-tied… I don’t know what to say…”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 08:19:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Speak what you desire, my Master." Desirae purred. "Anything you want, anything you can imagine, I can give you at your simple asking and demanding of it. Command me, and I am yours. Make me dance, make me kiss, I am anything for you, my sweet and loving Master." Dez said in a tempting whisper. She stood there, gazing at him curiously, having to resist curling her finger or just taking control. This was a test to ease him out, she remembered. So to keep her hands busy, she folded them behind her back.<br><br><br>"Give me a command."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 08:32:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris was still nervous at the thought of <em>commanding his Mistress</em> even when she permitted him to do so.&nbsp; He licked his lips anxiously, allowing his mind to swim with wanton thoughts.&nbsp; “I…”&nbsp; In the moment he tried to say something, his nerves washed over him temporarily causing him to reconsider.&nbsp; He had never expected controlling somebody to be so difficult, to have everything he could desire at his beck and call.&nbsp; <em>What if I say something that she doesn’t approve of?&nbsp; Will I be punished?</em><br><br>He took a deep breath and forced those thoughts aside, taking that briefest moment of clarity to make a command.&nbsp; The first thing he could think of was to start off slow and test the waters to see how serious Desirae was about this.<br><br>“Desirae, I command you to undress me!”<br><br>His eyes closed tightly, his body shaking nervously about whatever would follow when forcing his Mistress to act.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 08:48:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae nodded to his command and strolled forward, until her body was only inches from his own. She approached him calmly and placed her hands at his neck. One by one, and very slowly (as well as sensually) the buttons were undone. The black shirt opened up to unveil a white t-shirt beneath. Soon it was done. She slid her hands over his chest, pushing the fabric down his arms and taking the black top and placing it on the dresser. Then she approached him once more. Her hands started at his sides, pushing the white fabric up and over his head, putting that too on the dresser. Her hands then moved down his sides, working on his belt. That coiled up and she put onto the nightstand. Her fingers undid the button and zipper, and she pushed her hands down so that she caught both his boxers and his pants, clearing his lower half as her knees bent and she slowly pulled the fabric down his legs. She waited for him to move his legs, and then she pushed the pants away. Then she ran her hands down his calves, waiting with her gentle touch at his ankles to remove his socks.<br><br>When done, she came back to a stand, her hands drawing up the outside of his legs, then his hips, then his sides, before she took them away from his body.<br><br>"It is done Master." She smiled softly, gazing at Fenris' naked form.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 09:18:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt good having Desirae caress his body as she removed his clothes, her touch sent chills down his spine.&nbsp; Having her so close to him, being so sensual with him in such an outfit fueled his desire for her.&nbsp; The willingness she accomplished his first command helped ease his nerves some, especially since he got the impression that she rather enjoyed it herself.&nbsp; His mind grasped as what to say next, unsure of what to say and what he should not say.&nbsp; Fenris knew he was putting too much thought into this, Desirae and Madeline both did it freely and with the utmost confidence.&nbsp; Not knowing what else to say, he took the example she mentioned earlier.<br><br>“I..uh… want you to sensually dance for me… with me… uhhhh… on me?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 09:40:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae nodded.<br><br>"Yes Master." She said. She turned and flipped on the stereo, listening to it click as the CD fell into place. A smooth series of quiet alt rock came into play, the volume low and smooth. But it was good. She moved towards Fenris then, and began to sway her hips. She approached him, her fingers touching his shoulders. Slowly they traced down as her knees bent and she dropped to the ground, returning to her feet. Twisting she pressed her bare rear to his front, feeling his manhood graze her smooth skin and his tip drawing between her cheeks. She dropped a little bit, letting it ride up against her back, before she returned up and rocked her hips against him. Desirae turned again, pressing her hips to his, her lace-covered breasts mashing against his chest. Her hips rocked forward, ever caressing his shape as her upper body moved against him as well. <br><br>"Is this good Master?" She whispered, her hands traveling down to his hips. She pulled him against her, fingers running over his bare rear as she continued to dance and caress him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 22:15:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of Desirae’s skin gliding across his was breathtaking.&nbsp; Her lithe movements sent shivers down his spine while setting his libido ablaze.&nbsp; It became difficult to restrain himself from taking her then and there, especially when Fen felt the crown of his manhood slide between her cheeks.&nbsp; As she continued he felt himself both loving and hating her lingerie.&nbsp; Fen delighted in the way it hugged her curves and tantalized his senses, but it was also the one thing preventing more of her skin from running against his.<br><br>“Yes… It is verrrry good.”&nbsp; Fenris purred.&nbsp; “Please…”&nbsp; He hesitated for a moment to gather his courage.&nbsp; “Keep dancing on me…. and strip slowly.”<br><br>Even though she obeyed his commands, he still could not shake his nerves about this change in roles.&nbsp; Fenris knew it was what she wanted from him, so he kept pushing through his anxiety.&nbsp; He was certainly enjoying the experience regardless of his nerves.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 03:16:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae nodded, continuing. Her body brushed around his as she stepped around to his back. Her thighs grazed his as her hands touched his sides and moved up his body, slipping to his back and then up to his shoulders. Her knees bend and she drops down, her lips hovering over the small of Fenris' back. Her tongue slips out and as she comes back to a full stand, she draws it up his spine slowly. Her nails dance over his skin in feather-like touches and she twists to move back in front of him. Her lips meet his neck simply before she moves back again. Her hips sway and she touches her stomach. Both hands rise up under the many black strings. Her hands capture them and they part, her hands holding them as she moves so that her taut stomach is visible as her hips swing and her lips part, eyes falling to a half-lidded seduction. She let the strings then swing back over her lean Latina form. Her hips never ceased, her body and the rhythm of the music one. Her hands drew up her sides until they drew past her neck, slipping around the back of it. She caught the two strings between her fingers and tugged them, til the simple tie was loose. The lace halter straps loosened and fell, yet the lace that clung to her breasts remained, a tease as the straps fell over her full mounds. She turned away from him, reaching back once more. Her form was strong, lean, and sinful beyond words. Lean and without a single tan line as she moved. Her fingers moved to the silver clip holding her bun up then. She pinched it and removed it, hands extended high above her head as her thick waves of dark brown hair tumbled down her back to the center. Her bare rear still switched, her long legs endless as she did so. Her hands came back down then as she then caught her fingers around a second string at the center of her back. She tugged it outward, and with her left hand that drew it away, the whole piece of black lace and strings completely slid off of her body and hung in her grip. She held the string with her forefinger and thumb, letting it soon fall to the floor. She brought her legs together, hands extending outward to her sides and then folding inward perfectly to cover her breasts as she turned around to face him again. <br><br>One eyebrow raised, her lips curling into a devious smile that always captivated her when she wanted Fen. She swayed, her golden light brown arms hugging the full shape of her chest as she slowly drew her arms away. Her breasts were slowly unveiled, her nipples a pink-tinted shade of burnt sienna as they were erect. Her hands slid down then. Her left hand slid forward, her fingers sliding down the front of her thong and pushing down until her fingers covered her sex- obvious as her movements could be traced through the thin material. Drawing her hand back, she then hooked the front with her thumb and moved it down until he could see her smooth shaved skin, releasing the fabric before he could get a glimpse of her slit. She then turned then and began to tease again, repeating what she had done in the front by hooking instead two thumbs- one over each cheek- into the string of her thong. Then she pulled it down, the black fabric between her cheeks peeling down before she released it and let it slide back into place over her round rear. Her body turned once more, hips swaying as she brought her legs together. Desirae then hooked her thumbs into the sides, and moved to peel it down. Her body bent forward, her hair falling over her shoulders and covering the sight of her hanging breasts and only allowing him to see the tops of her thighs and the very bare sight of her slit as she rolled the thong down her legs. She came back to a stand and stepped out of the small piece of silk and lace as she continued to dance. She spread her legs and dropped down, allowing him the sight of her hot pink nether lips parting and the small pearl of her clit barely visible as she did so. The blossom of her sex parted the petals and the bedroom light glistened off of the wetness that soaked her there. She returned to a stand, grinning as she never once stopped dancing. She then held her hands out to him before bringing them back and pushing her fingers into her hair. <br><br>"I have done as you asked, my Master."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 04:55:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Electricity coursed through Fen’s body as he watched his Mistress’s seductive dance while she slowly removed her clothing.&nbsp; For once, Fenris was envious of somebody else’s lithe moves and nimble grace; he would have to ask Desirae to touch up his own moves so that he could be on par with her.&nbsp; Seduction was one of his many aspects of life and was trained to never accept being inferior whenever he had an opportunity to learn.&nbsp; Desirae’s dance continued and Fen looked upon her with eagerness as she removed her top and slowly revealed her voluptuous bosom.&nbsp; Fenris wanted her, but dared not interrupt her erotic dance for fear of missing what she would do next.<br><br>Fen’s breath shook as she began tugging at the strings of her thong, teasing him with the sight of the velvety flesh that lies beneath.&nbsp; When she did reveal her cleanly shaved flesh, he bit his lower lip in anticipation of being able to feel it for himself.&nbsp; An involuntary whine announced the moment she covered her front as Fen desired to see more.&nbsp; He bit his lip even harder as she turned and flaunted her smooth, toned ass, just barely able to resist reaching out for it.&nbsp; Fen’s body quivered excitedly as she lowered herself before him, finally revealing the focus of his libido’s desire.&nbsp; He noticed the way light glistened off her sex, showing him how excited this was making her.&nbsp; The realization removed nearly all of the remaining anxiety from his situation.<br><br>The only reason he still stuttered was because he was awestruck by Desirae’s enticing display.&nbsp; Fen realized that his mouth was dry after standing with it gaping the entire time she danced for him.&nbsp; There was only one remedy he wanted.<br><br>“Kiss me passionately and heavily, teasing me as you do so.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 05:10:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae acted without pause. She approached him in long, fluid strides. Her hands instantly moved up, cupping his face before her fingers pushed into his hair. Her eyes lulled closed as her lips met his. They did not begin slowly. Hers meshed against his hard enough that when she parted her lips, his moved with hers. And her tongue darted inside, sweeping against his tongue in slow, rich fashions. She withdrew her tongue, closing their lips and creating a very sensual kiss. Her fingers moved down his body, hugging around his waist before rising back up. The second time they locked in his hair, her legs spread so that his erection could slide between her legs, heated between her thighs. She rocked her hips forward and back, letting her juices drape over the top of his shaft. Then she removed herself, one hand sliding down. She rubbed in her juices against his skin, caressing him in long slow strokes, until he was almost dry but his cock smelled of her sweet arousal. She did not stop, her thumb and palm drawing back and forth over his knob and trying to fulfill every sensation she could while her lips remained closed against his.<br><br>Once more Dez's lips parted and her tongue moved against his, this time a moan parting with her sweet breath into his kiss as she gripped him tighter with her hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 05:32:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The forcefulness behind her kiss sent flashes of heat through his body, loving the passion she put into it.&nbsp; Fen purred as he felt her fingers glide over his body leaving sensations of lingering electricity behind.&nbsp; His hands found their way to her hips, lightly caressing her curves.&nbsp; He let out a heated moan as he felt himself slide between her legs, covering his length in the warmth of her desire.&nbsp; As her hand gripped and massaged his manhood, he felt his toes curl in pleasure as his moans grew louder.<br><br>Desirae shuttered at the feeling of her tongue gliding against his, her grip tightening around his manhood.&nbsp; Fen’s mind struggled to think of what was to come next, but the waves of pleasure brought on by her touch made it difficult for anything to congeal into a solid thought.&nbsp; His mind raced with past experiences he had with here, thinking of what he wanted that would also please her.&nbsp; Then his mind locked on to a thought that caused him to gasp breathlessly at the thought of it.&nbsp; It had been the only time he had ever experienced it and the memory of how good it felt had begun to fade from his mind.&nbsp; Fen finally saw an opportunity to experience it again.<br><br>“I want to feel… the pleasure you brought me… a month ago.”&nbsp; Fenris took a moment to focus his unguided gaze upon Desirae’s.&nbsp; “Please… pleasure me with… your mouth...&nbsp; however you want.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 05:54:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae parted from his body, hands and all, and smiled. <br><br>"Yes Master." She purred. <br><br>The Latina then moved forward again, slowly dropping to her knees. Desirae then licked her lips, gazing up at Fenris. Her eyes remained locked with his, before she leaned in. And when she did, it began. Her tongue licked his tip, grazing down his shafted. She cleaned every inch of him of her own taste, her mouth having time to salivate quite a bit. Her tongue grew wetter, draping him in a new lubricant of hers before she met her lips to his knob. Her kiss brushed over his tip many times as if she were passionately making out with his upper half. Then she engaged him, slowly taking in his length. Without stopping, her lips finally slid down until they wrapped around his hilt. Her eyes watered a bit as she pushed forward, nose pressed against his skin as she sucked on his every inch, pulling off. Her tongue swam over his shaft's underside and then sucked tenfold as hard on his tip, her lips a seal for the vacuum as her tongue wrapped over him again and again, her cheeks pulling inward with the force to wrap against the left and right side of his cock's tip.<br><br>Releasing him, she took in a deep gasping breath, looking up and exhaling.<br><br>"Is this good, my Master?" She whispered, leaning forward and beginning again in a more paced, nonstop fashion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 06:19:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen’s breath quivered as she dropped to her knees before him, the sight a little unnerving as he felt for a moment that he should have been the one kneeling before her.&nbsp; The pulse of pleasure that came with the feeling of her moist tongue brushing against his crown erased any trace of that line of thought.&nbsp; Now his breath quivered for an entirely different reason from before; enticed entirely by the feeling of Desirae’s tongue wandering over the entire surface of his member.&nbsp; When she took his tip into her mouth and began teasing, he felt a little dizzy as his shortened breaths no longer provided the oxygen his blood needed.<br><br>The moment she took his entire length into her maw, feeling his crown slide past her tonsils, he had to make a conscious effort to keep his legs from buckling from beneath him.&nbsp; The resulting moan was loud and lasted the entire time his sex was within her throat.&nbsp; As he felt the cool air of the room upon his sex, his knees began to give slightly as his hand finding Desirae’s shoulders for support.<br><br>“So… very… good…&nbsp; But I think I won’t be able to stand during it without falling.&nbsp; Please position me on the bed how you would be most comfortable while pleasuring me.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 01:23:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, my Master." Desirae said. Her tongue slid forward to lap at his knob once more, licking it toughly before she came to a stand. Her heels clicked softly as she took his hands in hers and she led him to a wicker chair. She pushed him down by her hand rising to his chest, her legs moving to spread his. When he was ready, she dipped down to her knees. Her body was wedged between his legs, her lips being licked by the warm pink muscle of her tongue. Desirae then leaned in, and continued. <br><br>Her tongue swept up the underside, pushing against him that she moved his cock up towards his stomach, before her lips parted wider and she reached his tip. Without removing nor stopping, she leaned her head forward and instantly took in the tip of his member, pushing straight down to his hilt. Her eyes closed and she held her breath beforehand, feeling him brush against the back of her throat before she withdrew, sucking lightly while her tongue danced across him in every way she could. She pulled back, parting her lips over his head and letting a hot, moist breath pour over him while his crown rested in her mouth, her lungs filling with another breath before she pushed her lips down to seal around his hilt once more.<br><br>This time she sucked harder, and it was this rhythm she kept, moving back and forth, her hands sliding up his legs and gripping his thighs tightly, keeping them spread apart so that she had plenty of room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 01:40:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris allowed Desirae to guide him to the wicker chair, feeling his pulse race as she moved between his legs.&nbsp; He let out a long groan as he felt her soft tongue slide up the length of his shaft, delighting in its slick warmth.&nbsp; The sight of his Mistress sliding his manhood into her mouth then taking it all the way to the hilt caused his mind to flood with lust as the pleasure caused his entire body to tense.&nbsp; As he felt the warmth of her breath on his cock when she withdrew, he remembered that he too needed to breath and sucked in a deep breath that he had not been aware he was holding.&nbsp; Again, she took his entirety forcing a loud moan from his quivering body.<br><br>“That feels… soooooo goooood.”&nbsp; Fen purred, looking down at Desirae, his hand releasing its tight grip on the arm of the chair and running it through her hair, brushing it from her face so his gaze could meet hers.&nbsp; Fen’s eyes were half closed as his body sung in absolute bliss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 06:21:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae was nonstop. Carefully breathing and releasing, her eyes falling shut. She worked harder, faster, but keeping a rather steady pace. Her hands slid up over his thighs, very tenderly caressing his sides. His skin beneath her hands was a dream come true, his cock against her tongue a vessel for the pleasure she was causing him. She continued relentlessly, until he would ask her to stop. Her fingers finally strolled up until the tips of her forefingers grazed his chest. They moved outward a bit, pressing against his nipples. She let the small round sensual pebbles brush down her fingers and into her palms, before her hands began to circle back, rolling over them. The heat that had formed in her palms was obvious as she continued to play, soon using her nails to tease without hurting him. <br><br>She leaned back and took a small break, sucking hard on his crown and teasing the tip of his cock with every manner she could think of. With her tongue, the kiss of her lips, her teeth just barely making their presence known against the almost velvet skin of his manhood's head. She moaned against him, bright hazel eyes suddenly opening and moving to meet Fen's gaze as she licked over him again and again, sucking until a small hickey was forming against the bottom slope of his crown.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 03:07:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There were several moments where Fen’s eyes begun to roll into the back of his head from the intense pleasure Desirae was giving him.&nbsp; It’s not that it was more pleasurable than sex with her, rather it was a different type of pleasure that could not be compared and one that he never felt.&nbsp; As her hands massaged his nipples, he could feel tingling warmth begin to spread outward from his pecks until it bathed his entire chest with arousing sensations.&nbsp; The feeling only intensified at the feeling of her nails caressing his flesh with gentle raking.<br><br>Fen’s hands now rested upon her shoulders as she started focusing on his crown.&nbsp; The concentrated pleasure he felt caused his hands to grip tighter as a way to tell her not to stop.&nbsp; His gaze met with hers and he did not attempt to hide the ecstasy he was swimming in, his eyes clearly showing how much he was enjoying her touch and her tongue.&nbsp; Fenris felt the initial sensations that an orgasm was looping just over the horizon and he began to wonder if his Mistress would stop playing a slave after he had climaxed.&nbsp; He knew he wouldn’t be done for the night after a single round, he had been trained to go as long as his Mistress desired him to; there were times where Madeline insisted on going on for hours before she was done with his body.&nbsp; The thought of shooting his seed into his Mistress’s throat both excited him and made him nervous.&nbsp; It was a sensation he longed to experience, but could not be sure if it would be something he would be punished for suggesting.<br><br>“Please… don’t stop….&nbsp; It feels soooo amazing.”&nbsp; For now, he decided to see how things went until that moment approached.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 05:49:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae continued, deep-throating his length every time she want down. She'd created a trained breathing pattern now, fingers still tweaking his nipples gently before she withdrew them. As she came up to the tip of his cock this time, she gathered all the saliva in her mouth just beneath her tongue. She took in about half of his length, then used her tongue to push the saliva against him. She parted her lips and let it run down his member, wetting him in a thick coat of lubricant. But before it could reach the bottom of his shaft, she pulled both hands near and ran two fingers over the wet shaft of his member. Each hand now bore two wet warm fingertips as she reached up, rubbing the saliva over his nipples and rubbing them once more, pulling them lightly before continuing to pleasure them, while at the same time moving faster, and sucking every few strokes to keep him in pleasure, yet while always ensuring to increase the speed to assure his pleasure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 22:24:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His entire body pulsed with pleasure every time she took his entire length into her throat.&nbsp; Each time she slid along his cock, his muscles would tense and twitch in reaction to her touch.&nbsp; As she continued so suck him faster, Fen’s back began to arch and his head fell back while he panted heavily.&nbsp; “Ooooohhhhh.”&nbsp; Fenris purred feeling his orgasm begin to build.&nbsp; His hips now rocked as she descended upon his cock, craving the pleasure that she was giving him like a drug.&nbsp; The grip on her shoulders tightened as she kept up the pace while the heat in his body began to intensify.&nbsp; His moans became loud and marked the exact moment his crown hit the back of her throat.<br><br>“Please… don’t stop…&nbsp; I-I’m gonna… gonna…”&nbsp; Suddenly his hands released her and gripped tightly upon the chair’s armrest causing his knuckles to become white.&nbsp; The elation continued to build as his body bathed in the pleasure of a rapidly approaching orgasm.&nbsp; Fenris wondered if Desirae would stop or would allow him to shoot his seed into her mouth.&nbsp; His breathing hastened, broken by quick moans as she continued to pleasure his manhood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 01:21:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae was not stopping, she couldn't deny this was the longest she'd given head to anyone. But she was enjoying it. The feeling of his hands on her shoulders gripping at his pleasure, his moans filling the air. She pushed him into the back of his throat, and finally noticed his hands were gone. He spoke shaken words, and she could feel him beginning to swell. When she knew he was about to really hit his climax, she pulled back. Her tongue pressed against his tip and hovered over the very top as her lips sealed around his crown. And she rubbed his nipples harder, soon spreading her fingers and griping his chest with her nails against his flesh. One hand dropped down immediately, gripping his shaft, and she began to pump his erection hard and tight, until finally he came. <br><br>She closed her eyes tightly as his seed spilled over her tongue, filling the front of her mouth as her hand still gripped and moved over his sex. His cock swelled and released, bursts of cum finally done as she let her wet tongue lick over him once more. Pulling back, she swallowed the cum in a thick gulp that rid her of it in one go. She swallowed a second time for the taste to subside, running her tongue over her teeth before then moving back to his thighs. Kiss after kiss fell over his cock, her eyes leaping up to his. She reached up and ran her hand over her lips, drying them.<br><br>"Was that good, my Master?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 02:00:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris arched out of the chair, lifted by his arms and legs as he felt the intense orgasm reach full intensity.&nbsp; A long breathless sigh marked the duration of his climax as his body tensed from the pleasure that surged through him.&nbsp; He could feel his Mistress pumping his swollen sex as though she was hungry for his cum and craved nothing more than its taste.&nbsp; All at once, the tension in his body was released as he took in a sharp breath feeling his seed shoot into her mouth, feeling her tongue covered in its warmth nectar.&nbsp; Fen watched, still struggling to catch his breath, as Desirae swallowed his seed without hesitating.&nbsp; That sight made him feel desired and sexy like he never had before, causing him to bite his lower lip.<br><br>His body floated in post-climatic bliss and each kiss upon his sex sent a tremor of intense pleasure through him, making him writhe in his chair.&nbsp; “That was… amazing.”&nbsp; Fen cooed as he pulled himself to his feet.&nbsp; “Now sit there.”&nbsp; Fen said to Desirae, pointing to the chair where he just sat.&nbsp; “It’s your turn.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 02:26:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae obeyed his command, watching him stand and coming to do the same herself. The Latina moved to sit down in the chair, spreading her legs for him. Her legs parted like slow gates unveiling the sweet flushed pink lips of her womanhood. She leaned her head back, running her hand down between her legs and letting her fingers push down her sex. She parted them then, her lips pushed aside so that her middle finger could glide over the honey-coated coral flesh that was her warm wanting pussy.<br><br>"Yes my Master, I am as you want me." Desirae whispered. Hell, she thought. This slave business wasn't so bad, she thought with a grin, looking down at him with bright eyes as she took her hand away from her sex and rested her arms on the arms of her chair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 03:28:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris watched Desirae run her fingers along her slit that glistened in the light because of the layer of nectar that coated it.&nbsp; The sight caused him to lick his lips as his mouth watered.&nbsp; He knelt before her, placing himself between her legs so that his abdomen was pressed against her sex.&nbsp; Their lips met for a long, heated kiss that went well with the elation he felt from having climaxed only moments before.&nbsp; His nails raked lightly along the inside of her thighs as he pulled himself away from the kiss to lean forward and flick his tongue against her erect nipples.&nbsp; The sound of her breathing excited him, his sex still swollen and eager to perform again.<br><br>There was no doubt that Desirae was enjoying him taking the initiative and exercising control over her.&nbsp; Fenris wanted nothing more than to please his Mistress, so he decided to press on with his assigned role.<br><br>“Do you like being my slave, Desirae?&nbsp; Do you like foregoing your freedom for the sake of pleasing your Master?”<br><br>Although much of that was played up for the sake of maintaining his dominant role, Fenris truly wanted to know what she thought of living life through his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 06:00:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... I do." Desirae grinned, her chest rising and falling deeply as he had come to a heated kiss before letting his tongue tease her nipples. Then his nails raked over her thighs and she shuddered, her sex ever growing wetter as the Latina sucked in a cool breath and gazed down between her legs, seeing her 'Master' there. It was actually extremely nice seeing this side of Fenris, and she knew she'd&nbsp; be wearing the collar more than once from now on. The woman spread her legs as far as she could, her heels sliding softly over the hardwood as she took in a long breath.<br><br>"I love it Master. Being a slave is not truly a way of life, but being under <em>your</em> services is different. I love seeing this... dominating side of you... I love seeing you unafraid to take what you want of me... I can only hope you continue and use me as you wish."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 06:56:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris was glad to see that he was pleasing his Mistress, even though she wasn’t actively asserting her position at the moment.&nbsp; He rather enjoyed this opportunity to bring pleasure to Desirae while being granted control over her.&nbsp; Though it was only an illusion, the moment this roleplay ended, he would be back to his old submissive self.&nbsp; More or less.&nbsp; “I am glad that I can give you what you want… slave.”&nbsp; Fen added that extra bit as though it was an afterthought from momentarily breaking character.<br><br>His eyes hungrily took in Desirae’s naked figure all the way from her excited eyes to her glistening sex.&nbsp; It took him a short while to think of what he wished her to do for him.&nbsp; Then an idea inspired by her actions just moments before came to his mind enticing a wolfish grin.&nbsp; Fen’s nails raked along her thighs until his fingers were just an inch from her wet sex before returning back towards her knees.<br><br>“I find myself rather thirsty after that intense climax you gave me…&nbsp; I want you to play with yourself, letting your fingers get covered in your sweet nectar.&nbsp; Once your fingers are thoroughly soaked, I want you let me lick the sweet juices that had clung to them.&nbsp; You will repeat this until I am no longer parched.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 07:46:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae listened to his command and her eyes widened a bit. A blush fell over her cheeks, but she smiled. Well, shit, she thought. She had no idea Fenris would come up with a command like that. But she'd be sure to remember this moment so that when her turn came again another time she'd be sure to make him participate in her giving or receiving pleasure in such a manner. Incorporating his manual work when she conduced oral. Her lips were wet once more by her tongue's slipping out and wetting them, before she captured her lower lip briefly in her teeth.<br><br>"Yes my Master." She whispered.<br><br>Her eyes fell shut as her hands slid down over her sex once more, one finger gliding over it. Her forefinger and middle finger parted her nether lips, and she shuddered as her middle finger had a perfect approach. She rode that finger into the soft pink flesh, juices seeping out of her pussy to envelope the digit as she began to push it in. Slowly her length disappeared until she had pushed that finger all the way in to the knuckle, her hips raising off the seat. Her right hand was clutching the wicker seat tightly and a moan rippled out from her lips quietly. Then she withdrew the finger, the digit completely wet and glistening in the light before she raised it to her clit. She rubbed the small pearl twice before then raising her hand palm up, curling all but her middle finger and waiting for him to taste her- wondering for his reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 08:01:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sight of Desirae pleasing herself with him practically pressed against her caused his libido to beg for the feeling of her soft velvet.&nbsp; It wasn’t easy restraining himself, but he so wanted to see how she brought pleasure to herself when she didn’t utilize his services.&nbsp; Fen’s mouth watered at the sight of her glistening finger as it was offered out to him.&nbsp; He hungrily licked his lips as he moved to meet it, his tongue extending out to gently hold her finger in place like a moist cushion.&nbsp; This gave him a sample of her flavor and he delighted in its erotic essence that only caused his hunger to build.&nbsp; Slowly, he moved his lips until they were at the base of her finger before he allowed them to form a seal around it.&nbsp; Very slowly his lips descended down her finger as he sucked on her flesh, hungrily taking her flavor into his mouth, allowing it to coat his tongue.<br><br>“Mmmmmmmmmmm.”&nbsp; Fenris moaned softly at her sensual taste as his mouth slowly pulled itself free of her finger.&nbsp; He closed his eyes as he savored her flavor, letting it coat his mouth for several seconds before he finally swallowed it.&nbsp; His gaze met hers once again with a devious smile.&nbsp; “More.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 08:09:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching him lick her finger clean and suck on it made Dez blush harder. She pulled her hand back and put her now cool, wet finger against her clit. She formed slow circles, before sliding her hand down. Parting her lips, she created another circle with her middle finger now over her small drenched opening. Desirae leaned her head back, letting another smooth moan part from her lips as she began to push in til her finger's middle knuckle was in. Then she withdrew, and pushed in again, curling her finger inside of her to press against her nerves along her wall. Shaking, quiet moans parted from her as she quivered with excitement. Being watched was... well, kind of exciting. Knowing he would taste her afterward was even more exciting than being gazed upon.<br><br>She pressed harder against the inside of her, before pushing her digit all the way in. Withdrawing, she put two fingers together, her middle and fore, and then pushed in again, moving more slowly. Her moans grew a bit louder before she withdrew them, drawing some of that excess arousal over her clitoris and caressing the small bundle of nerves, body trembling. Then her hand extended once more, her breathing ragged as she gazed in a half-lidded and sultry stare at Fenris.<br><br>"Here my Master, I am with what feels like, an infinite supply."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 05:15:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris gripped firmly on Desirae’s thighs as she pleasured herself watching as she bucked into her own touch.&nbsp; Yet again, he was envious of her fingers as he yearned to feel the tightness of her sex around him.&nbsp; As she offered her wet fingers for him again, he could smell her erotic scent that made him hunger for her more.&nbsp; His tongue caressed the length of her fingers a few times with the tip of his tongue, teasing his taste buds with her flavor.&nbsp; Eventually, his tongue guided her fingers into his mouth as his lips embraced them yet again.&nbsp; As he slowly moved down the length of her digits, his tongue flicked against her skin and snaked its way between her two fingers making sure that not a drop of her flavor was left behind.&nbsp; Fen allowed himself to savor her taste again before speaking.<br><br>“That is very good to hear, I would hate it if my thirst would render you unable to take my entire length.”&nbsp; His hands slid up her body until they gripped firmly upon her ample bosom, his index and middle finger teasing and lightly pinching her erect nipples.&nbsp; “More.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 04:49:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His tongue swept between her fingers, and Desirae would've blushed. But she was all caught up, lost in the moment. She was aching for the feeling of her fingers again, hoping to usher him onward to commanding her for sex. She <em>hoped</em> he would command her for sex. Desirae merely threw her head back at the feel of his fingers against her nipples, moaning as soon as he mentioned her taking his entire length. It was hard to imagine that although she'd already had great sex with Fenris earlier, she was craving him so bad now. His words made her womb churn into overtime, her sex moistening as if she had not even offered him a drop of her body's abstract. Her fingers returned then, two fingers wasting no time. <br><br>Desirae slid her fingers in up to her knuckles, moaning as she pushed into herself, curling her fingers. Her hips pushed upwards into her palm, her fingers completely disappeared as she whimpered. Her lips quivered as she then used her other hand to fall over her first, two fingers pressing over her clit and rubbing it in small ovals, the farthest aspects of the oval being left and right which mostly made her motions side to side. Her head kicked back lightly and she felt herself stammering out his name to him, chest rising and falling heavily as her fingers buried in her pussy dipped in and out, faster, and harder, til she felt herself coming just barely closer. Then she pulled her hands out, still playing with her clit as her breaths ever deepened, extending her first hand to Fenris as she assured him that there would be just as much- if not more- when she returned to feed him more of her desire's serum.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 05:39:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris loved watching Desirae get so hot and bothered by his command.&nbsp; The sight of her quaking under her own touch while she collected the sweet nectar that he desired to taste.&nbsp; It was obvious that she was getting worked up to the point where she would likely be feeling the onset of an orgasm and Fen didn’t want to miss out on that feeling.&nbsp; When she offered out her fingers again, he could see even more of her juices clinging to them than before.&nbsp; Fen smiled widely when he noticed this and grabbed her hand by the wrist while he guided her hand to his swollen manhood.&nbsp; He bit his lower lips as he felt her moist fingers sliding along his length, coating it in her lubricant before releasing her wrist.<br><br>He leaned back so that his hands were pressed flat on the floor behind him while he remained kneeling, placing his body at an angle to Desirae.&nbsp; “Do you like what you see, slave?&nbsp; I want you to mount me and ride me hard until you cum, but be careful, I do not want to climax yet.”&nbsp; Fen’s eyes smoldered lustfully as his gaze met hers.&nbsp; “There is still much I wish to do with you before the night is done.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 01:45:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand picked up her own, guiding her between his legs. She felt her lungs seize up in her chest at feeling how hard and hot Fenris was. Her wet fingers ran over his tip then down his shaft, enough of her essence there to coat him thinly for the most part. She wrapped her hand over his length tightly, feeling his taut skin absorbing her moisture eagerly. She then released him, Desirae's eyes falling hungrily on his body as Fenris leaned back. His next words struck her as if by a jerk on an invisible leash. He told her not to make him cum, but for her to get off on his body. <br><br>Desirae wasted no time. She came out of the chair like a cheetah, leaping for her prey. Her fingers grazed over his skin, her breath running down his throat. She raised herself up and felt his cock rubbing against her thighs. Her hips leaned over a bit, and she felt his tip graze over her heated flesh until finally her hot nectar touched him- a sign he was right where he needed to be and she was square over top of his member. Dez whimpered, her juice dripping down his shaft when she pushed down enough so that his crown parted her open a bit. Her fingers rode up his body, before she gripped her hands against his shoulders. Pulling her head back, her dark chocolate waves fell around her body and curtained along her back, as she lowered herself. Her knees gave and Fenris' length dug itself into her sex, parting her muscles and fitting itself inside of her hot pussy in a perfect fit. <br><br>"Oooohhhh..." Her breath shook as it crept out of her lungs and lips, Desirae's eyes rolling back as her lids fell shut. "My Master, you never cease to please me to the most extreme of satisfactions..." Dez moaned, as she raised herself up, and fell back down his shaft, beginning to ride him in attempts of hitting her orgasm with full on intensity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 05:31:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of his crown grazing against her nether lips caused him to press against her with just enough pressure to prevent him from sliding in.&nbsp; Desirae’s eagerness was almost as tangible as her body heat radiating against his own skin from how close they were.&nbsp; Fenris thoroughly enjoyed seeing his Mistress this turned on and was delighted to see her crave him so much.&nbsp; He let out a deep breath as he felt her slide down his length, his pelvis moving forward to meet hers almost involuntarily.&nbsp; The feeling of her slick velvet wrapped around his cock sent a surge of electricity through his muscles, causing them to tense out of pure rapture.<br><br>Fen’s eyes smoldered with desire as he looked upon the pleasure shown on Desirae’s face.&nbsp; “I’m glad we can share in the sensations together, my slave.”&nbsp; His cock bathed in the warm nectar of her pussy as she slid along its length frictionlessly, feeling the subtle textures of her pussy’s embrace.&nbsp; Each motion could be felt clearly as she rode him, enticing heated moans as she did so. Every time she slid down, his hips would move up to meet hers so as to feel himself go just a little bit deeper as is body craved her sexual embrace.&nbsp; Fenris watched as her firm bosom bounced as if they were trying to exaggerate the motions of the body they were attached to.&nbsp; “Yessss…&nbsp; Keep going... You are pleasing your Master greatly.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 21:08:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae's hands gripped him harder as her head fell forward at his words. Yes, she was pleasing him, and he was thrusting thunderous bursts of total bliss inside of her. Her hair curtained down over them both, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she moaned once more, his words of encouragement ever pushing her onward from where she stood at this very moment. Her walls hugged him tightly, her body gripping and tugging and aching with enthusiasm as to keep the experience going. She rode him harder, stopping every time they crashed together to grind herself into him. Doing such forced his cock to press against her tighter and harder depending on how she rolled her hips before she raised up and came colliding downwards once more. Her head threw back as her eyes fell shut, sweat beading up on her body and making it glisten in a sheen of excitement. She didn't want it to stop.<br><br>Her orgasm was closing in fast, the teasing and anticipation made her a sitting duck ready for the awakening he'd plunge forth into her. She began to tremble, feeling the first of what she thought might be many.<br><br>"Oohhh..." Her voice trembled and her body jerked, pussy clenching briefly as she left her lips parted in elation. "I'm about to cum... Master..." Desirae then forced out in whispers, hoping to be heard as she rode him faster, legs aching as she felt her wet sex drenching him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 22:10:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen’s gaze never left Desirae’s face, he wanted to see the pleasure she felt from his body.&nbsp; The feeling of her arms and hands holding him tightly brought with it emotions of belonging and joy.&nbsp; He could feel how much she wanted him in more than just the physical and sexual sense.&nbsp; There was no denying the connection they shared with one another.&nbsp; Each time she rocked her hips with his entire length within her, a jolt of lightning coursed through his body filling every fiber of his being with ecstasy brought by her nether embrace.&nbsp; He could feel the warmth of her body surrounding his sex, bathing it in the nectar of her desire.<br><br>His Mistress didn’t need to tell him about her impending orgasm; it shown plainly on her toned body and in her hastening movements.&nbsp; Fenris thrust into her with more determination now, wanting to send her crashing into her orgasm with an intense explosion of pleasure.&nbsp; “Yes…”&nbsp; He moaned loudly feeling her sex grip tighter around his cock as her muscles began to tense in preparation for the release.&nbsp; “Cum for me, my Slave…&nbsp; I want you to bathe my cock with your desire…&nbsp; I want to feel your pussy tremor with climatic bliss.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 22:36:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae's fingers dug in deeper, nails lining over his skin as she rode him harder, faster, her orgasm within a moment's reach. <br><br>"I-I..." She blushed. The way Fenris talked to her now made her so hot and bothered. She never knew he could be so <em>dirty</em>. And Dez, being so unused to it all, found herself unsure of how to react. But yet her body knew instantly. With a sharp gasp, she seized up over his body, arching her back as she leaned closer. Her nails dug in, but perhaps did not cut the skin. Her hair fell over her back, as her legs quaked. His throbbing member was planted deep into her body and she twisted her hips over his as to assure that he did not leave yet with every tiny motion she pushed him in deeper, or made sure to force his pressure against her every inner inch. Desirae shuddered hard, moaning lowly after that first intense wave of white heat was done washing over her, and her eyes of rich hazel fell over him.<br><br>"My M-Master..." She stammered out, pussy still gripping him tightly as a wave of fresh abstract coated him. "Sh-shall I continue here, or is there something else you want of me?" She whispered, Dez slowly riding him in a manner of an inch or two in then out, rocking her orgasm to extend the vibrant, intense satisfaction Fenris brought her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 04:53:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris watch closely as she climaxed, committing every subtle expression, muscle, and gesture to memory.&nbsp; The sight of her reaching the peak of her erotic bliss excited him as nothing else could.&nbsp; Madeline’s orgasms were always restrained and lacked passion.&nbsp; Desirae’s were the polar opposite, an erotic show in its own way that had all the subtlety of a fireworks show.&nbsp; He loved to be able to mark the exact moment of her release simply by watching and feeling her.&nbsp; The quivering walls of her sex sent pulses of pleasure as she continued to ride him more gently.&nbsp; The way she responded to his commands to the point where it seemed to actually turn her on made him bolder than ever before.<br><br>He leaned in and nibbled Desirae gently on the side of her neck, moaning softly as he did so in response to the way she rode him.&nbsp; “My slave…”&nbsp; Fen cooed hotly into her ear with a whisper.&nbsp; “I wish for you to show me the contents of that little box you keep beneath your bed.”&nbsp; This exercise was so much fun that he could not resist exploring new avenues of pleasure he had not yet ventured.&nbsp; When she pulled herself free of him and stood, he grabbed her by the leg to keep her from moving away from him as he rose from his knees.&nbsp; Fen guided her hand so that she gripped his throbbing member, slicked with her nectar.&nbsp; “Please, escort me to the bed.”<br><br>When she opened the box for him, Fen became excited with possibilities.&nbsp; There was one particular thing that he had been curious about but never gotten the chance to explore.&nbsp; For obvious reasons.&nbsp; The fact that he was about to ask his Mistress, even while she had granted him control over her, made him very nervous.&nbsp; So far, the night had gone amazingly and had built up his confidence to unprecedented levels.&nbsp; He figured that this would be his only opportunity and his curiosity could not be ignored.&nbsp; Fen embraced Desirae from behind, allowing his length to press between her cheeks as he whispered into her ear.&nbsp; “Your master wishes to feel the embrace of your ass while I tease your clit with that bullet…&nbsp; That is if it would please you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 06:18:47</strong>
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				Soon Desirae was stopped. He caressed her leg with the simple touch of his hand and asked her to lead him to the bed, and to her little silvery box of toys. A blush covered Dez's cheeks as she came to a stand and walked with him. The Latina woman flipped open the snap of the box and she pulled it open, unveiling the small collection of odds and end sexual items. Tissues, a satin blindfold (http://thebsreport.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/black_silk_blindfold_side211.jpg), one anal plug (http://images.sextoysex.com/DJ/DJ0/0243-04.JPG), one vibrator (http://images.sextoysex.com/MAN/CE/0531-14-2n-1.JPG), and one still &nbsp;corkscrew dildo (http://images.sextoysex.com/DJ/DJ0/0710-01-.JPG) fixed for a small strap on styled belt tucked at the very bottom. And her pink mini-bullet. Her blush never ceased then, as he told her his new command. She'd never had anal sex before, and never even <em>dreamed</em> of it.<br><br><em>Try it, for Fenris.</em><br><br>She nodded slowly, feeling his hard wet cock pressing between the smooth cheeks of her ass. Her pussy ached to feel him again as her juice soaked her lips. Her breath slowly slipped into her lungs once more, and she placed her hands on the bed. Her fingers glided over the comforter of her bed and she bent over. Dez spread her legs for him, her tight little anus availed to him just barely between the full cheeks of her rear. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, hearing the bullet turn on and her clitoris instantly feeling the need to have it against it, as she was used to having felt it before. Her tongue swept out over her lips and she braced herself for a new experience, and pleasure regardless.<br><br>"I am ready Master. Take me as you will."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 06:48:08</strong>
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				Fenris bit his lip as she bent before him willing to meet his request.&nbsp; He reached into the box going to retrieve the lube when he noticed a strip of condoms.&nbsp; For a moment he entertained the idea of shooting his hot seed into her rectum, but then realized that if he did so he would not dare to penetrate any other orifice before thoroughly washing himself.&nbsp; He did not want to ruin the chances of continuing after he reached his second climax for the night or if Desirae did not find pleasure in the act and wished him to stop.&nbsp; Though that reasoning, he tore open one of the wrappers and slid the condom over his throbbing cock.&nbsp; Once he applied a thick coat of lube to himself, he grabbed the bullet and positioned himself behind his Mistress.&nbsp; With a twist, the toy began to buzz in a way that seemed to make it sound like it was eager to please.<br><br>While one hand guided his sheathed crown against her anus, the other reached to her front and pressed the bullet against her clit.&nbsp; Fen’s finger extended over the tip of the toy to guide his way around her sex so that he could feel her wetness while massaging her slit at the same time.&nbsp; After a few slow teasing circles around her clit, he whispered to Desirae.&nbsp; “If this is too much for you, don’t be afraid to tell me, I will certainly not mind feeling the warm embrace of your pussy again.”&nbsp; With a slow and gentle push, he felt his crown slide into her tight ass forcing a gasp of both surprise and pleasure.&nbsp; Over the next minute, Fen slowly slid deeper into her, feeling how tightly her ass gripped him until he was to the hilt.&nbsp; Once there, he leaned forward so that his body was placed against hers supported by his free hand.&nbsp; After a sensual lick on the rim of her ear, he whispered to her once more while he applied more pressure to her clit with the toy.&nbsp; “How is it?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 07:09:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt herself tensing up, toes curling as she bit her lip hard. His cock's tip pressed against her anus and she did not give way easily, the tight little spot just barely squeezing at the touch of a wet, latex-covered cock. But then she felt it, the small bullet being positioned as his fingers traced over the nether lips of her heated sex. Desirae felt the tension instantly dissipate as a moan tore shakily from her lips. The constant vibrations provided more to her throbbing clitoris than her fingers could do. It hummed over the tiny nerve-filled pearl, and made her fingers clutch the blankets. Pleasure quaked through her, as she knew having a clitoral orgasm was not going to be hard with the toy, hell, she gave herself five minutes before she came with the bullet against her. <br><br>Desirae completely forgot about Fenris taking her anally, until she felt him push inside. Her eyes went wide and they both gasped at the same time, though she found herself relaxing to keep herself from hurting herself. She knew that if she grew worried or let it bother her, she would tighten and tear. Her anus was so firm and small that his cock was literally stretching her beyond what she thought she could be, molding to his every pore with her inner workings. Dez dipped her head down, finally feeling him lean forward. The warmth of his body was a great comfort in this new experience, though the anal sex was quite uncomfortable- yet not painful. His tongue swept over her ear and she closed her eyes, relaxing a bit more.<br><br>"It is..." She took in a shuddering breath. "Very different... but... good... I have to get used to it... Please Master..." Desirae then blushed and smiled a crooked, unbelieving smile... "Be gentle with me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 07:29:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For several moments, Fenris remained motionless as he felt the tight grip around his cock, giving Desirae a chance to get used to his presence.&nbsp; “Don’t worry,” He said as his finger rubbed against her soaked slit while the toy remained against her clit, moving in slow abstract patterns.&nbsp; “I’m in no hurry and have no problem going slow for you.”&nbsp; Several more seconds passed as he remained buried to his hilt, feeling the faint vibrations on his cock from the toy, loving the way her grip would flex as she was hit with another intense wave of pleasure.&nbsp; He felt himself eager to feel her cum while he was in her ass, wanting to feel how her muscles reacted when she did so.<br><br>Very slowly, he withdrew himself a few inches.&nbsp; A long, quiet moan responded to how her muscles gripped him almost seemingly trying to hold him in.&nbsp; Fen placed his mouth on her shoulder, allowing his teeth to hold him to her while not actually biting down.&nbsp; Again, he pushed himself inside of her as quickly as the lube would allow him without causing resistance.&nbsp; This unique pleasure caused his cock to throb with excitement as he continued to tease and pleasure her sex with his hand.&nbsp; “You feel soooo good my slave.&nbsp; You’re so tight for me.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 07:41:07</strong>
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				Desirae felt him sliding out, her body trembling as her knees threatened to buckle. The stirring intensity of pleasure and something she could yet find the words to explain left her almost unable to stand. Her arms shook as she held herself up, knuckles whitening as she clutched the sheets. Her eyes were squeezing shut, and her pussy was already drenched again with the juice of her arousal. Even the bullet was now coated in the smooth dew, which also was covering Fenris' fingertips. His teeth grazed her shoulder as she moaned lowly, the toy on her clit driving her wild. <br><br>When he thrust into her again, it took effort and resistance. Her body was pushed into the bed until the edge of said bed was against her thighs and she could not be pushed anywhere else, and his throbbing member had no other place to go but inside of her. A sharp moan filled the room as she felt her pussy clench, wild heated womb hungry for him and she could feel him so near. Her clit felt like it were going to burst, and her anus stung softly with his motions, though the lube helped greatly, and she loved the feeling of him pushing her into the bed before his cock could glide into her tight hole.<br><br>"I am... gl-glad... you like the way... I... f-feel..." Desirae stammered, gripping the sheets harder. Her toes curled til she was standing only by the heels of her feet, and she had to level herself forward again. She leaned downward a bit more, and folded her arms over the sheets, gripping them, and resting her forehead atop her arms. Her breathing grew heavy, and deep, and she could only think that she needed deeper breaths, for the pleasure of the toy and her lover, paired with the driving new sensation's ache with his moans, left her speechless.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 07:56:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fen’s pace increased only slightly, paying close attention to Desirae’s reaction to his movements.&nbsp; He moaned every time he slid inside her, loving the tightness of her grip.&nbsp; The only problem he saw was that he wouldn’t be able to thrust into her with the intensity his body craved.&nbsp; He could feel her nectar coating his fingers and toy, feeling himself longing to experience her eagerness with more than his hand.&nbsp; After another minute of slowly thrusting into her ass, he could feel her begin to tremble from the pleasure the toy was bringing her.&nbsp; “Tell me, do you want to feel my long, hard cock in your soaked pussy?”<br><br>After asking the question, Fen applied more pressure to her clit with the toy while increasing the speed of his hand motions.&nbsp; He smiled as she answered his question in the way he had both expected and hoped for.&nbsp; “Then beg for me to do so, my slave.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 08:03:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes..." She moaned at his request, her anus finally loosening a bit, her body relaxing and letting him take her. Her entirety trembled, from the bit of anxiety paired with extensive longing and strong pleasure. The Latina finally felt him applying more pressure, speeding up his hand motions. She wanted him so badly, wanted to feel him push into her, and she grinned. A blush fell over her cheeks again, and the hazel-eyed sex slave bit her lip. She had never had to truly beg for a man, so she was completely inexperienced with the idea of asking with a pout. <br><br>"Pl-please." Dez whispered, to begin with. She stirred around her thoughts, unsure of what to say. But then her eyes fell shut and her lips parted, and her desires were spoken. "Fuck me Master, I cannot take this toy and your hand when I know you are only inches away from being inside of me the way I <em>want you</em>." She whispered. Desirae's dominating nature peeked out just a bit, but she dipped her head and continued. "I need your cock, I need it now, please, please fulfill me." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 08:17:48</strong>
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				A wave of desire surged through him as she begged to feel his cock inside of her soaked pussy.&nbsp; Fenris slowly pulled himself out of her ass, moaning as he felt her anus grip tightly around his crown just as he freed himself.&nbsp; Grabbing the ring of the condom, he slid it off his length and tossed it aside thankful that he had chosen to put it on so that he could partake of Desirae’s sex.&nbsp; His hand with the vibrator never left her clit as he did this and remained there even as he guided his head against her slit.&nbsp; The vibrations felt amazing and he saw no reason to stop just because he was going to fuck her the way she wanted it.&nbsp; He let out a loud moan as his length was practically pulled inside of her by her quivering walls almost effortlessly.<br><br>In an instant, he could feel his cock drenched in her sweet nectar and shivered in pleasure from both her nether embrace and the vibrations of her toy.&nbsp; Fen knew that with Desirae that wet, she would want him to take her fast and hard.&nbsp; Their bodies slapped together wetly as he slammed his cock deeply into her pussy as a unending tide of pleasure coursed through his body.&nbsp; He had not been aware how close he was to cumming after being ridden hard and then feeling the tight muscles of her ass gripping him.&nbsp; It would still be a few more minutes before he would release and he had a feeling that all the pleasure the toy was giving to her, that Desirae would not last much longer.<br><br><em>Good,</em> he thought, <em>I want her to be basking when I shoot my seed inside of her.</em>&nbsp; The room was filled with a chorus of heated moans as he fucked her hard.&nbsp; “Slave…&nbsp; I want… you to… come for me…”&nbsp; He eagerly desired to feel her velvet walls clench around him to bring him further in the precipice of climax.&nbsp; The sound of her reaching the peak of her orgasm was what he wanted to guide him into his own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 08:31:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes, once shut, were suddenly ripped open. His sex was like a bullet of delight as his hard erection slammed into her. And it was unrelenting. The vibrating toy and Fenris at once summoned the richest, loudest moans from Desirae, as she arched upwards, panting for air between moans like a dog in heat as he fucked her. So hard and so fast, she also noted, that her grip on the bed paired with her thighs slamming into the mattress was making the bed jiggle lightly. He was so good to her, Dez thought, mind hazed by that sweet thick veil of creamy complacency. His broken command came somewhat shortly after, but not after having assured that her tight, soaking wet pussy that was now hot enough to be noted as a strained furnace for his dick to come in and gather unworldly amounts of her heat. Every time he smacked his hips into hers and his cock barreled through the walls of her pussy and created the sound of slapping flesh and the fluid of her heat being pushed out from the vacuum of space between them to dew at her lips until he pushed back inside and was re-dampened by her again.<br><br>"Y-y-y-yee-s-ss!!!!" She cried, feeling her orgasm hit. <br><br>Her world went black for a moment, as her knees gave, and she loosened her grip on the bed. A quiet gasp tore through her as she curled up, toes and fingers, aching with possibly muscle cramps that would show up tomorrow. Her vision was dark, eyes lulled shut. Her pussy was wide awake though, jerking the walls around him to a sudden strained, narrow hold that gave way several times for waves of release and secondary clasping, as she took in a breath, hanging onto the bed by unspeakable means.<br><br>"Y-es... I..." Dez barely could stay awake though, as her orgasm was still threatening to rock into fruition again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 08:50:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound and sensations of Desirae’s orgasm hit him like lightning bolt of bliss, causing his own body to begin to tingle with the first signs of his own climax.&nbsp; Fenris felt her body go limp from the afterglow and smiled, satisfied with the job he was doing.&nbsp; His breathing became heavy as he felt the pleasure begin to build on top of itself.&nbsp; With a loud moan, he pulled himself entirely out of her, his eyes hungry with desire.&nbsp; “Roll on your back; I want you to watch me fuck you.”&nbsp; The moment finished repositioning herself, he slammed himself back into the recesses of her pussy with the same fervor he had before.&nbsp; He placed the vibrator back on her clit, letting his pelvis press it harder against her clit each time he thrust himself into her until he was up to his hilt.<br><br>Fenris felt his orgasm beginning to build, the vibrations of the toy only caused it to build that much faster.&nbsp; “Oooooh…”&nbsp; Wave after wave of ecstasy his him like a physical blow as he continued in a chorus of panting and moaning.&nbsp; “Do you want… your Master’s seed…&nbsp; to fill your tight pussy?”&nbsp; His free hand held tightly upon her hip to keep her from sliding up the bed and to help him thrust deeper into her.&nbsp; “I want to hear you… beg me to cum, slave.”&nbsp; Fen’s hungry gaze met hers.&nbsp; “I want to know… how much you… want to feel my hot seed… inside of you.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 08:59:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her orgasm only gained a second's worth of peace as she lazily lifted herself up. She could've floated off, she thought, when her weak legs brought her to a stand before she pulled her hips up onto the bed and laid back. Her legs spread, feet hooking against the box frame of the bed as he returned. And Desirae was unable to even moan as he began to fuck her roughly once more. She couldn't muster up the will to grip the sheets at this time because of how thrown into bliss she was. Dez could barely even breathe, much less show reaction beyond quiet moans and panting.<br><br>"I..." She could barely even manage words. Her room was spinning around her and he was riding her body as if this were the last string of orgasms she'd ever feel. <br><br>"I want... to feel it..." Desirae whispered feebly. "Cum inside of me... your hot seed, I want... I want it..."<br><br>Her lips tugged into a weak grin and she looked upon him as he fucked her, her body drowning in bliss. "Fill me Master."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 09:11:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The grip upon her hip tightened as he felt his pleasure begin to peak, his thrusts were further spaced apart, but were no less forceful or quick.&nbsp; Each slam of his pelvis nudged him closer and closer to the precipice at a slow but intense rate.&nbsp; “Yessss.”&nbsp; Gasped as he felt his body try to lock up from the orgasm that built.&nbsp; He dropped the toy and used that hand to grip tightly upon her shoulder as he continued to ride her into the height of his orgasm.&nbsp; His moans quickened and became louder until the final one carried on for a few seconds.&nbsp; At once, his muscles tensed forcing him to hunch over Desirae as his eyes squeezed shut.&nbsp; A sharp intake of breath lead the release of all the tension followed by another carrying moan when he felt his cock pulse as he shot his hot seed deep within her pussy.<br><br>Fenris fell forward, his body laying against hers as he backed in her warmed along with his afterglow.&nbsp; “You are… amazing… Desirae.”&nbsp; His hands released and snuck their way under her back as he pulled her into an embrace.&nbsp; At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be close to the woman he loved while his cock still throbbed inside of her warm sex.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 21:45:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae was so encircled in bliss that she could barely keep up with the reality around her. It were as if she had been thrust somewhere far away, another realm where her shitty reality was no longer an issue. No more crime, no more Madeline, no more pain and indecision. Just her and her lover Fenris Wolfe. Finally, somewhere in the distance outside of the two molding together bodies striking the most intense pleasure she had ever accomplished, she heard the bullet hitting the floor. Her eyes focused on his just barely, seeing his shape like a painted blur through her fading vision and body's washed over nerves covered by a veil of numb ecstasy. Then it happened.<br><br>Her head fell back, her body spasming yet she was unsure if it was another orgasm, or if her second orgasm here had never ceased. Her eyes fell shut, wet lashes clinging to her cheeks before she opened them again. Her lips parted for a sultry quiet gasp. Her shoulders rose, chest protruding upwards, head falling into the bed. Her hands reached out and took his wrists weakly, fingers trembling as she held him. Inside of her a match was let and thrown into her veins. Lava streamed from his cock into the furnace of her greatest desires. Fenris had shot his hot, fulfilling seed into her womb. <br><br>Clenching down on him, her pussy refused to be so weak and stricken as Desirae had become, as Fenris came forward. He pulled her into an embrace, and wordlessly, Dez wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. And unable to truly think of anything to say, Desirae only smiled and kissed his cheek with the tender touch of a true lover. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 22:05:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For several minutes, Fenris held himself close to Desirae not wanting to separate from her.&nbsp; Everything felt right when he was with her, more so now that they embraced each other in only the way lovers could bringing all the emotions that come with it.&nbsp; This was the closest Fenris ever felt to perfection with every aspect of his life.&nbsp; Slight tremors pulsed through his muscles as his body still lingered with the glow of his orgasm.&nbsp; Soft kisses lined her neck and collarbone as he allowed himself to savor the moment with his lover.&nbsp; The first signs of fatigue began to creep into his mind, mixing with the serenity of his being.<br><br>With a soft gasp, he pulled himself free of Desirae though he could still feel the lingering heat of her nectar on his cock.&nbsp; Fen’s lips met hers in a long, passionate kiss while one hand unfastened the collar from around her neck.&nbsp; Once removed, he set it on the side of her bed and lifted himself so that their gazes met while their faces only had an inch of air between them.<br><br>“I want you to keep me… now and forever.&nbsp; Whether or not I am free, I want to belong to nobody but you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 23:40:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The embrace lingered for what she felt was forever. And when it broke, it was only made up for by the tender kiss of his lips, turning into something passionate fairly quickly. When it released, her lover spoke of how he wanted to be hers forever as he undid her collar. She did not make any visible changes, as the only change was she was not submissive for him now and the trial was done- and very enjoyable had it been... She stroked her arms up and down his body, and finally was starting to come down from the high, settling into her body.<br><br>Her legs were tight, about to cramp even. It was a good thing they stopped when they did. And her chest hurt lightly, the ache of panting. Throat dry, anus a little sore, thighs tender, and pussy almost rode raw from the rough, hot fucking. Desirae smiled, leaning up. She unstrapped the heels from her feet and then caressed Fen's cheek.<br><br>"Are you... Are you ready for bed?" She whispered with a grin. Tonight he would not be sleeping on the sofa, tonight he would be sleeping in her bed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 05:27:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris leaned into Desirae’s touch, delighting in the warmth of her skin on his cheek.&nbsp; Although he couldn’t be sure, he had a feeling that she had an additional meaning when she asked if he was ready for bed.&nbsp; It had been a week since she had allowed him to join her in bed for the night.&nbsp; The past two nights they had stayed at the house, he had to sleep on the couch.&nbsp; He was uncomfortable with sleeping in a different room from his Mistress, but he did so without complaint.<br><br>“Y-…”&nbsp; Fen’s gaze met hers, showing both his excitement and uncertainty.&nbsp; “You mean…&nbsp; You want me to join you in bed tonight?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 06:31:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes." Desirae weakly crawled up from the bed and moved to the bathroom, and the sound of the shower head spewing droplets of water down on the tiled floor of the shower could be heard. The woman stepped into it, holding the small handle as water ran over her. She washed herself quickly, stepped out, dried, brushed her teeth, and moved back into the bedroom, expecting Fenris to take a small shower too. Taking in a breath of her bedroom, Dez could smell the sex, the sweat, the fragrance of her perfume and his love. She pulled open a drawer, and pulled out a gown (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41MBUKKiIBL._AA280_.jpg) of simply black cotton with a white under trim and slipped it on. Then she pulled on a pair of white bikini styled panties (http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/64260/64260,1201405349,1/stock-photo-classical-picture-of-long-legs-in-white-bikini-panties-8896999.jpg). Dez then moved for her bed, pulling back the comforter and slipping into it. <br><br>"Before you join me," Dez then called into the bathroom, "turn down the thermostat. We've uh, definitely worked up some heat in here." She then pulled her collar and sat it next to her on the nightstand, and slipped deeper into the covers, smiling as she waited for her lover to join her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 06:58:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris lay on the bed trying to catch his breath while Desirae went to the bathroom to wash.&nbsp; Once she finished he went through a similar routine.&nbsp; The warm water helped to rejuvenate his muscles after their night of intense sex.&nbsp; He continued with the rest of his routine somewhat hastily as he looked forward to the opportunity to sleep with his Mistress within his embrace.&nbsp; Once done, he returned to the bedroom and was about to head to the bed before remembering to take a detour to the dresser.&nbsp; Sleeping in clothes was still somewhat new to him and he had yet to get into the routine of doing so.&nbsp; He put on a pair of cotton boxers and stopped by the thermostat&nbsp; before crawling under the sheets with his Mistress.<br><br>Once under the sheets, Fen wasted no time before he had his arms wrapped around her with his chest pressed against her back.&nbsp; He adjusted his position until his body matched the contours of her body.&nbsp; There was no way he could describe all the positive emotions he felt when he was able to hold his lover at night, allowing their bodies to bathe one another in the warmth of their presence.&nbsp; Fen placed a soft kiss on the back of Desirae’s neck before laying his head onto the pillow.&nbsp; “Good night, my Desirae.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 07:09:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he crawled in bed, she heard the AC kick on. The cool air and warmth of his body paired together ever so perfectly. Her eyes fell shut, and his lips pressed to her neck. His arms fell over her body, and she smiled. This was <em>perfect</em> she thought. She never wanted to spend a day without Fenris, not a single one. Every hour she wanted to be with him. Even when she left him at home, only to poke out a go shopping for a short bit, she would miss him. She missed his kisses, his embrace, and his perfect sex. His eyes were something she could get lost in. She wanted to protect him, to love him, to never let him go...<br><br><em>I'm in love with him...</em><br><br>The realization made her feel a pang of deep worry and fear. But it was outshined by the smile that came to her lips, the sweet feeling that flooded the chambers of her heart. Her body completely relaxed. It was a good feeling. Being in love, it was... it was a magnificent feeling to feel once more.<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>The morning came about with the soft shine of light in through the dark blue drapes and closed blinds, thus creating a hazy blue glow about things in the master bedroom. Desirae opened her eyes slowly and turned a bit, looking at Fenris. She reached over, fingers touching his cheek and her hand slipping into his hair. Then she moved closer, lips pressing against his forehead as she embraced him.<br><br>"Good morning baby." She whispered, giving him his first pet name. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 07:27:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just like every other time he was permitted to share a bed with Desirae, Fenris slept soundly and deeply.&nbsp; It was the only time he was actually able to do so without the comforting embrace of his collar.&nbsp; Whenever he was being intimate with her, he felt as though he was in complete control of himself.&nbsp; His thoughts and emotions always latched upon to the affection he felt for her, needing nothing else to guide his mind.&nbsp; She was the only one he met that seemed to have an innate ability to make him feel human.&nbsp; He absolutely loved it.<br><br>The next morning, he was awakened by the feeling of her hand caressing his face and hair.&nbsp; Never before had he been so pleasantly awakened as a wide smile spread across his face long before his eyes ever opened.&nbsp; When they finally did open, they were wide in both surprise and elation.&nbsp; He had been called many things in his life by his Mistresses, but never something so personal and intimate.&nbsp; It brought with it a warmth to his chest that spread throughout his being making him feel almost weightless.&nbsp; Seeing her eyes looking into his was, without a doubt, his favorite thing to first see in the morning.<br><br>“Good morning, my love.”&nbsp; The notion of pet names was new to Fen, but for some reason, that one came naturally to him when referring to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 07:34:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae grinned widely at his name for her, as that word had been tossing itself about within her dreams and thoughts alike lately. The woman slipped out of his grip after one tender kiss to the lips. Then she came to her feet from the bed's edge and then stood up. A stretch took her as she then moved to the doorway. Her head leaned back and her hazel eyes met his. Then a wide, brilliant grin spread over her lips and showed the bright smile beneath. <br><br>"What do you want for breakfast Fenris? I've got eggs, pancake mix, bacon, a few tomatoes, and a couple of other things I could probably toss together..." She stepped back into the bedroom for a bit, a slight glow about the woman today as she leaned into the door frame. The woman bit her lip softly and smiled. "Any ideas?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 07:54:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fenris could not miss the subtle change to Desirae’s mannerisms.&nbsp; She seemed a lot more cheerful and lighthearted than her usual self.&nbsp; He wondered what had her in such a great mood; he had a few ideas but dared not mention them.&nbsp; In his world, such things were so fragile that a simple whisper of their presence could cause them to flee far more quickly than they had appeared.&nbsp; Instead he smiled just as widely back at his Mistress, showing his own good mood.<br><br>“Today feels like a good day for bacon and eggs.&nbsp; Something simple, but you cannot go wrong with comfort food when waking with such a good state of mind.&nbsp; Is there anything you would like me to help with?”&nbsp; Fen’s eyes went to his collar for a brief moment, not feeling like he particularly needed it now but it was hard to tell how long he would be able to go without it.&nbsp; His gaze went back to Desirae as he pulled himself out of bed and joined her side, allowing his hand to rest upon the small of her back as they walked to the kitchen together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 08:02:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae nodded to his words. Bacon and eggs, he said. <em>With sliced tomato, croissants, and fried potatoes.</em> Dez chuckled, she hadn't been in such a good mood in... Damn, probably forever. Dez then turned and slipped into the bathroom. Doing her usual short routine, she stepped out with fresh breath and an empty bladder, her hair also tied up. The woman the slipped off towards the kitchen after a simple, "Sure, join me."<br><br>In the kitchen she pulled out the potatoes and grinned, then pulling out a peeler and a knife. "Mind starting on those? Slice them up for me babe, I trust you know how." She then picked out the tomato and washed it, pulling out a small bowl and slicing it into it. Then it was a matter of dicing up the cheese and pulling out several eggs. Bacon then set on the countertops as she pulled out two pans. <br><br>"How goes the potatoes?" Desirae said, turning her head back to him. When he was done, she tossed them into a pan with some oil and spiced them lightly, beginning to get their breakfast underway.<br><br>"Did you... enjoy last night's... turn of events?" She said curiously in a smooth, intrigued whisper.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 18:18:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After making a pit stop to the restroom after Dez, Fenris joined her in the kitchen to assist with breakfast.&nbsp; The mention of his pet name brought a wide smile to his face as he began tending to the potatoes.&nbsp; He loved seeing his Mistress in such a good mood, it was a contagious feeling.&nbsp; As he peeled and sliced the spuds, Fen could not help but reflecting to the night before.&nbsp; A grin hung on his face while he revisited all the things Desirae had done for him without question for the sake of his pleasure and her own.&nbsp; It was the first time he had ever actually had power over another and it felt great to put some focus on his own desires while still pleasing his slave.&nbsp; Never before had he had so much fun, in the bedroom or otherwise.<br><br>Almost as though she had known where his mind was, Desirae asked what he thought of the night before.&nbsp; His gaze met hers, his eyes dancing in excitement of the memory.&nbsp; “It was unlike anything I have ever experienced.”&nbsp; Fen moved to her so that he could press his body against hers as his hands held her by the hips.&nbsp; “I absolutely loved it.&nbsp; It was so much fun and it felt soooo good.&nbsp; How did you ever come up with such a scenario?&nbsp; Did you also have fun?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 18:49:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..." Desirae smiled, feeling his hands on her hips as she stirred the potatoes. His body pressed against hers only made her smile brightly, the smell of a warm breakfast and his warm figure the perfect combination. "When we went to that club, a long time ago, or it feels like a long time ago... I stopped by that shop, and picked up you a collar. I got me one too, thought I'd turn the tables. I wanted you to figure out what you wanted instead of sitting back and being the pleasure catalyst. I wanted to make you feel good, and open about speaking up... Finally you said what you wanted to me, and I never once grew angry. It instead made me very happy to know what you wanted, and to serve you." <br><br>She turned a bit after setting the spatula aside. Her arms laced around his neck and she leaned up a bit, letting her lips press against his own in a calm, yet passionate kiss. She tugged back and smiled.<br><br>"And I succeeded. And I loved every moment of it..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 07:58:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The mention of what occurred at the club all those weeks ago brought a pang of regret to Fen’s mind, though it only lasted a moment and it did not show outwardly.&nbsp; It had been the one time that he had truly failed Desirae as a lover and protector.&nbsp; Had it not been for Antonio, there is no telling where he would be today or in what condition Desirae would be.&nbsp; Though as she continued to speak, he could not hide the excited grin that spread across his face.&nbsp; There was no doubt in his mind that it was yet another tactic she used to try to break him of his slave state of mind, but it was certainly something he didn’t object to.&nbsp; It had been a night that he would always remember as the first time he could seek his own desires while sharing pleasure with his lover.<br><br>As she kissed him, he could tell there was something different about it from all the other kisses he had ever experienced.&nbsp; It wasn’t lustful, needy, heated, or suggestive; it was simply a kiss for the sake of kissing.&nbsp; It held so much meaning to it despite its simplicity and for once, he felt as though he was equal to Desirae.&nbsp; Not an object or property, but a person who she cared about and whose presence she desired just for the sake of being in his company.<br><br>“You’re not the only one, though I have yet to find a moment with you that I do not love.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 03:07:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am sure..." Desirae whispered, biting her lip as she reached up. Her fingers pushed his hair away from his face before she came up and let her lips touch his cheek. The woman then turned, and stirred the potatoes, and continued with breakfast...<br><br>About fifteen to twenty minutes passed by the time breakfast was done and prepared, the eggs done preferably sunny side up, though a little bit of a mix between that and fried. She pulled out two plates and covered them in a big breakfast, with a spread of two eggs (for her, three for Fen), tomato slices, fried spiced potatoes, and bacon. She poured glasses of orange juice and herself an extra, smaller glass of water. She then sat them down and grinned, sitting next to Fenris. She sipped the orange juice and then cut into her eggs, taking a bite. It melted into her mouth and she licked her lips, satisfied with her cooking. Then she turned and looked at Fenris.<br><br>"Is it good? And also, do you think after breakfast you could run to the store for me and pick up fresh milk?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 00:18:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The meal Desirae had prepared was delicious, though Fenris had suspected that a good amount of it was the result of the company that he shared it with.&nbsp; “It’s fantastic.”&nbsp; He said between bites of his meal.&nbsp; “Of course I can take care of the errand; is there anything else you wanted me to do while I’m out?&nbsp; Perhaps we can take another bath together when I get back.”&nbsp; An eager grin spread across his face as he reminded himself of the bath they shared the day before.&nbsp; A chill went down his spine, sending a small jolt of electricity through him at the pleasant recollection.<br><br>The rest of their meal was eaten over casual bubbly conversation that was common between two that had just acknowledged their feelings for one another.&nbsp; After all of these weeks, Fen was more than ecstatic to see Desirae finally opening up to him and letting him into her life as more than a roommate or a project.&nbsp; He thrived in the experience.&nbsp; They worked together to get the dishes finished, occasionally playing around with small flicks of tap water back and forth.&nbsp; He took a moment to change out of his pajamas and grabbed his collar so that Desirae may put it back on his neck.<br><br>“Just as a precaution while I’m on my errand.&nbsp; I’d hate to go mad with the feelings of missing you while I’m away.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 20:29:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After breakfast, the two tag-teamed the dishes, then he moved on to get ready. When he came back to her, he held his&nbsp; collar, and Desirae knew the dream was being cut short for a while. She wrapped her fingers around the leather and metal, dreading the weight in her hands as she stared at it. In that moment, Dez wished that it would dissolve in her grip, and be gone forever. But she reached up, grazing Fen's neck, and hooking it. She tugged the little belt and finally it was on. Her hands fell back to her side and she smiled half-heartedly, gesturing for the door.<br><br>"Now get going, I don't want you to be too late coming back home baby..." Desirae winked, and then slipped off to grab the broom and a bottle of Pine-sol, as if readying to clean the hardwood floors in her bedroom. <br><br>But when Fenris left, she had different plans. Desirae leaned the things against the corner of her bedroom and folded her sheets back, then her comforter, making the bed up nicely. Then she picked up her cell phone, crawled into bed, and prepared for a rather harsh and perpetually dangerous admittance to someone.<br><br>Her fingers dialed Antonio, and she pulled the phone to her ear.<br><br><em>"Hey baby, what's up?"</em> Antonio's voice said softly. <br><br>"We need to talk Tony." Dez said.<br><br><em>"About what?"</em><br><br>"I want to stop seeing you, like, you know... How we are now. I have decided that it's just not going to work."<br><br><em>"..."</em><br><br>"Please don't get mad or anything Antonio, you knew it wasn't going to-"<br><br><em>"Because of him, right?"</em><br><br>"Don't think of it like that Tony."<br><br><em>"Do you love him?"</em><br><br>"... I-I"<br><br><em>"Have you fucked him?!"</em><br><br>"..."<br><br><em>"You stupid fucking whore, why did I save you from the streets, only to get betrayed because <span class="bbc_u">I love you</span> and yet it means nothing, when a fucking white slave comes to your doorstep, you're head over heels."</em><br><br>"Look. I know you are mad, but please, just chill."<br><br><em>"... Kay... Whatever... Look, see me, one last time. I want to say goodbye..."</em><br><br>"I can do that... Let's say, tomorrow evening. I think Fen's gonna' go to the doctor and get a simple check up. It gives me about an hour or two. Maybe more."<br><br><em>"Perfect."</em><br><br>A click sounded to let her know he had hung up, and she flipped her phone shut. Desirae sighed, and felt tears welling in her eyes, but she rubbed them away before they really came to be. <br><br>"Whatever.... I'm better off without him at all, if it means having Fenris."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxfyr</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 03:05:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The presence of the collar around his neck was comforting, though it had very little impact upon his mannerisms and only a modest one upon his emotions and thoughts.&nbsp; Even with it around his neck, Fenris had been reconditioned to maintain his identity and independent thought.&nbsp; Had his original Mistress become aware of this, there was little doubt in his mind she would be both appalled and enraged.&nbsp; His mind reflected to the day before and his lips tugged into the vaguest of frowns.<br><br><em>That </em>is[/i] what Desirae had intended all along.&nbsp; What would come into fruition when I am freed from servitude?&nbsp; She said she would want me to stay with her... but how will she do so and show me off to Madeline?&nbsp; I doubt it would go as smoothly as simply showing me off then continue on our way.[/i]<br><br>These thoughts and several like it played through Fen’s mind throughout the course of his errand.&nbsp; It hadn’t taken him too long to travel to and from the convenience store since their new home was so conveniently located.&nbsp; Twenty minutes total had passed over the duration of his chore and he returned to the house with the small list of things that he was sent out for.&nbsp; After placing the items in their respected places, he found his Mistress lying upon the bed.&nbsp; Fen got a strong impression that thoughts that were just as conflicting as his own were running through her mind.&nbsp; He walked in and sat on the edge of the bed next to where Desirae lie.<br><br>“I’m done with the errand…&nbsp; Is everything okay?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obedience Stolen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 06:27:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desirae laid in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling. The white color seemed inviting, and almost soothed her thoughts. Though she had thought that losing Antonio was worth it if she had Fen, she still felt bad. Antonio saved her, and she owed a lot to him. Dez wouldn't have been able to kidnap Fenris from that wench's home without Antonio... <br><br>She had blurred out the sounds of reality as she was suddenly jolted from her daydreaming at the sight of Fenris entering the room. He sat on the edge of the bed and almost instinctively asked if something was wrong. Desirae leaned up and rested her head on his shoulder. Her arms looped around his waist slowly and she found her lips touching the side of his neck as she sighed. <br><br>"Nothing's wrong, perhaps I just missed you." Desirae said quietly, the young Hispanic woman taking in another breath of Fen's scent, before closing her eyes and relaxing against him. "As I usually do. I had really gotten so used to you being around. Next time I'd have to go with you." Her whisper came, as she let the tip of her nose trace over his neck as she felt herself falling into ease and her thoughts from earlier disappearing.
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