It's Not Pain (liveobsessed and cruxy)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: liveobsessed on 12-01-2011, 05:46:20</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>It's Not Pain (liveobsessed and cruxy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>liveobsessed</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 05:46:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie Krell sat in the back corner of the busy cafe, hoping that it was busy enough that no one would pay attention to the conversation she was about to have. She'd yearned for a master, one that would give her pain, for years now, but it always scared away her partners. Nervously, she tucked a tendril of black curly hair behind her ear as her chocolate brown eyes surveyed the room, constantly checking the entrance. She had finally decided to take the step that she'd been wanting to for so long: hiring someone to dominate her. It was risky, but she'd done her research, and was confident that she'd made a good choice. She sipped her chai tea latte as she continued to wait.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's Not Pain (liveobsessed and cruxy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cruxy</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 06:13:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A solemn figure sat at at the opposite end of the narrow cafe. He had been waiting for her for some time, perhaps a little overzealous in his determination to arrive first and have the opportunity to study his new client incognito. His laptop opened in front of him, he matched a face on the screen to the nervous, petite thing across the room. He decided instantly, from the way the small room seemed to swallow her up, that her backbone would not be an issue, but her limits would need to be put to the test. After all, she <em>had</em> sent him the photo without resistance... but such a tame one.<br><br>He closed his laptop and got to his feet, picking up both the laptop and his untouched coffee, and made his way over to the woman. He sat down, his icy blue eyes appraising her body language, before travelling upward to meet hers. This was the first step. Breaking a client began from word one, subtly, before anything was even agreed. If a client thought <em>you</em> were eager enough to remember everything, that gave them the power.<br><br>"Hey, glad you made it." He offered in a suitably friendly manner for the atmosphere. "I'm sorry, I don't remember much from our brief Emails. It was Miss...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's Not Pain (liveobsessed and cruxy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>liveobsessed</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 07:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled nervously, subconsciously holding out her hand for a handshake. "Do you have so many clients that you can't remember my name?" Instantly she regretted saying it. "It's Marie Krell. You are?" She knew his name, but she wondered if maybe he would give a different one for an actual client. Probably not, but she thought that it was worth a try.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's Not Pain (liveobsessed and cruxy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cruxy</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 09:53:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Marcus" He took her offered hand, grasped it once, and took his back. "And talking about any other clients is not really to the point," he chided, "I'd have you be confident that I wont say a word about you to anyone, so forgive me if I don't divulge."<br><br>'Marcus', or so he would have her believe, sat back in his chair and let his hands rest on his lap. He lightened back up instantly, willfully discarding the darker demeanor that was slipping into his tone. "So Miss Krell. What can I do for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's Not Pain (liveobsessed and cruxy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>liveobsessed</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 04:02:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A deep red blush spread over her cheeks as he asked the question. "Well, I, um, that is, actually, I figured you, um," she stammered, tying to organize her thoughts. She normally was more articulate than this, but just thinking about what she was asking was distracting her. In an effort to settle her thoughts, she took another drink of her tea and a deep breath as well. "I was hoping that you could assist me. My relationships, shall we call them, have been, fulfilling." That was not something that she thought that she'd ever have to say, let alone in public.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's Not Pain (liveobsessed and cruxy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cruxy</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 10:15:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He offered her a slight smile to try and calm her down. Squirming was one thing, but he didn't want a client scaring themselves off. Marcus could hazard a guess at what this woman was looking for, having sought him out already, but he needed to hear it from her. Both for his own personal satisfaction, and to make sure he didn't end up with a lawsuit on his hands.<br><br>"And just how might I be able to satisfy your unfulfilled wishes?" He asked as soothingly, and quietly in this setting, as possible. A barista shuffled past them, wiping down a nearby table. Marie sat uncomfortably silent while the staff member was in earshot. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her reassuringly once they'd moved off. "The only thing between you and your wildest dreams is a little movement of your lips."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's Not Pain (liveobsessed and cruxy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>liveobsessed</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 08:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie took a deep breath, and dragged out the confidence that she forced herself to possess during business meetings. This however did not hide the blush as she spoke. "I want you to command me; tell me exactly what to do, whatever it is that you want. Of course, I do also not want my...needs...to be ignored, but I'm sure that you could manage that," she explained, barely remembering to breathe. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's Not Pain (liveobsessed and cruxy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cruxy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 10:39:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well" Said Marcus, snapping into a professional tone now that they were talking business. He took out a small notepad and pen, beginning to take a couple of notes for later. "I need to know a few things also, just to work out pricing. Do you have a current significant other? A husband? Boyfriend? The risk for me is increased, so it affects the price, but also how we'll conduct your... sessions." He chose the word carefully. "We'll use a standard safety-word system..." He stopped short, "But look, I'm getting ahead of myself. We also need to talk time. One session to start with, a trial before you lock yourself in... but how long would you like that session to take? I have to think about my other clients you see."
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>