A Change of Heart (Sleepwei & Sexkitten127)
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				Title: <strong>A Change of Heart (Sleepwei &amp; Sexkitten127)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SleepyWei</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 08:31:07</strong>
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				It was a cold night. Winds howled in the dark sky and a telltale smell of frosty pines permeated in the air. People shivered and wrapped themselves more firmly within blankets or jackets in order to keep warm. Winter's chill was cold but man's comfort for warmth was greater.<br><br>For Leon Aigremont, the particularly chilly evening was just another day. The twenty-seven year old CEO of Aigremont Incorporate gently swirled a glass of cold bourbon and continued to gaze outside. The scenery before him became just a moving mass of dark figures and distant lights, with people becoming scarcer with each turn. His limo drove him farther from the hustle and bustle of the city and to more well off areas. The tall, uniformed buildings of corporate prestige were quickly replaced with an even greater set of trophies for success.<br><br>Mansions, large estates, and the large properties befitting of the elite class. <br><br>It was a look of bemusement that settled on his face when the first estates came into view. Oh, to live in the lapse of luxury. He never experienced anything different. <br><br>Leon Aigremont was born as the first son and heir of the giant known as Phillipe Aigremont. Privileged was the greatest of understatements when it came to his lifestyle as he grew up with the best of everything.&nbsp; Nothing was in the world that his father could not obtain. Jewelry, power, and women all fell into his grasp and in return, became objects of possession for Leon himself. His powerful father had fully ensured that he would be well groomed to take over the 'family business'. <br><br>And he was well groomed for it indeed.<br><br>He became so tall, with neatly combed black hair and a strong build easily visible under his business suit had him looking every bit the powerfull leader of a marketing empire.<br><br>The limo pulled up into one of the larger of mansions, with the automatic gates closing from behind. The luxury vehicle drove for at least another block before actually stopping in front of the magnificent structure, designed with from the best of French architecture. The driver, who was actually one of the older of butlers, parked the car in the entrance and walked out into the chilly evening. The greying figure opened the back passenger seat and bowed before him as Leon walked out.<br><br>He walked up to the mansion, where a personal usher was there to open the door, and chuckled. "Thank you Jean. That will be all for this evening." <br><br>The usher bowed and closed the door behind him. Inside, a maid stood ready and accepted his trench coat. The young man gave her a passing glance and nodded appreciatively to her appearance before walking up the spiraling stairway. By then, most maids knew enough about him to always have a glass of whiskey ready in his room and after a particularly tiring day in the office, he was certainly looking forward to it.<br><br>Once up the stairs, he was met with a ornately designed second floor with amazingly beautiful rooms every few feet from one another. But he ignored them all and continued walking until he stood in front of the very last and greatest room in the hall. He cast but a brief glance to the large oak frame of his room. He felt but a brief moment of oddness but set it aside in favor of relaxing in peace. <br><br>Leon shook his head and turned the knob. The door was easily pushed open and he walked in. Strangely enough, the room was dark when it should have been lit. The young leader sighed in annoyance and casually brushed a hand up to the light switch. With but a simple flick, the room was lit up once more.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Change of Heart (Sleepwei &amp; Sexkitten127)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 09:59:15</strong>
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				Jasmine grew up in a poor neighborhood in Russia, her mother was a gypsy, selling herself for money and drugs; while her father took advantage of her and her sisters prostituting them out for quick money. He never cared what happened to them so when Jasmine was kidnapped her father never came looking.<br><br>At thirteen she was captured and sold into an under ground sex ring, she was beaten and tortured, broken down into nothing and built back up into a Master pleasing machine. No emotions, no back talk, simply a subservient slave to her Master and whatever his will is. She had been kept in secret, long awaiting a proper Master (Which really meant someone who would pay enough for her). When Mr. Aigremont arrived he knew exactly what he wanted. <em>"She must be around five foot seven, roughly eighteen, thin, long black hair and green eyes. That's the type of girl my son likes"</em> He had described Jasmine to a T. She had long flowing black hair, a slender girl with eyes the color of emeralds. Barely eighteen she was beautiful in every way and her owner was going to profit of her in any way possible.<br><br>A price was set and paid and Jasmine was to be delivered to Mr. Aigremont's son on his birthday January 13th. It was a chilly day when Mr. Aigremont arrived at his sons house with his gift. The maids ushered Mr. Aigremont in he turned and spoke to the girls harshly <em> "I am leaving something for Leon upstairs in his room, no one is to go in or out of that room do you understand?"</em> The maid giving a slight nod replied <em>"Yes Sir."</em> Mr. Aigremont nodded excusing the girl as his limo driver walked up the steps carrying a big bundled up sheet in his arms. <em>"Upstairs, last room, at the end of the hall. Leave her on the bed I will tend to her in a moment."</em> He waited til his limo driver returned to the vehicle before walking up to Leon's bedroom. He carefully unwrapped Jasmine and positioned her on her side, one arm over her head the other by her chest, her legs were closed, one on top of the other the bottom one slightly stretched out. She was blindfolded, gagged and her wrist and ankles bound with chains, A collar around her neck and her breathing was soft and slow from the drugs they gave her. She didn't put up a fight, the drugging was just a show of dominance, reinforcing that she was at their will.<br><br>In front of Jasmine, Mr. Aigremont left a note. It simply read "I ordered her especially for you! Happy birthday son, Love Dad." Mr. Aigremont then walked out to his limo and drove home. Jasmine lay there awaiting the arrival of her new Master, her mind in a clouded haze from the drugs, she dreamed of freedom, a life away from this place and how different her life would have been if someone had cared and loved her. As she was fazing back into reality she heard the flick of a switch as a door swung open, too tired and dazed to move, she lay still, listening as close as she could to the sounds she was hearing trying to decipher where she was and who was with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Change of Heart (Sleepwei &amp; Sexkitten127)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SleepyWei</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 06:13:01</strong>
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				The moment he turned on the lights, Leon knew why he felt strange in front of his own room. The faint smell of high-class perfume lingered in the cold evening air, creating a hazy atmosphere meant to inflame male virility. The young man knew right away, even before looking, that his father saw fit to give him an enjoyable birthday present. It was a gift meant to praise a man's lust for sex and control.<br><br>A slave, bound in service to him.<br><br>He chuckled and took off his second business coat as he walked in to appraise his new 'toy'. <br><br>The young slave girl possessed all the physical traits that he just loved. She was of middle height, and seductively slim with a narrow waist and round hips. She had long black hair, straight and thin, framing a beautiful face. Her eyes, though hidden away underneath a black blindfold, were almond shaped and he had a gleeful suspicion that they were green, green as the grasslands of the rural.<br><br>He smiled appreciatively and glanced her body with a growing glee. Indeed, she had a body built for his tastes. Her breasts, shamelessly exposed, were a pair of soft looking mounds perfectly spherical and of the best size in his eyes. The two nipples were erect, hard due to the cold air and he idly moved his hand down to flick one to test it's movement. He grinned when he saw how easily it swayed from side to side.<br><br>Finally, he gazed to her lower body, drinking in the appearance of her smooth skin, perfect and without blemish. His eyes traveled even lower and found himself looking at her hairless crotch. He arched an eye and trailed his hand to where that shameless piece of a woman's body was. His fingers were met with perfectly smooth skin, telling him that she must have had the hair, roots and all, removed. It was erotic and turned him on upon feeling and seeing such smooth intimacy.<br><br>Oh, his father definitely knew how to pick. Leon glanced over at a discarded note lying innocently in front of his gift and picked it up to read.<br><br>He could only chuckle at the words written down to him.<br><br>"Trust father to continue to spoil me so." He tossed aside the note and reached down and pulled her gag off. <br><br>"Well now, what do you say to the birthday boy?"
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				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 21:03:10</strong>
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				Jasmine took in a small breath before replying "Happy birthday Master."&nbsp; She laid still, getting her bearings before sitting up, never touching her blindfold she spoke "What does my Master want for his birthday?" her voice soft and sweet, dripping with a desire to please.<br><br>Waiting for her Master's request she tried to evaluate where she was. She knew she was on a bed of some sort, a soft comfortable bed at that, and whoever this man was had a voice the sounded excited to have her in his house. <br><br>Jasmine slid off the bed and onto her knees, her wrists falling into her lap, her blindfold still in tact she licked her lips. "Tell me Master...Tell me what you want." Her voice eager and awaiting instruction. She knew not to push to hard, for fear of being hit as she was in training.
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				Post by: <strong>SleepyWei</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 05:56:12</strong>
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				"Well aren't you so eager to please?" Leon arched an eyebrow at the sweetness and excitement lacing her every words. This girl was certainly broken in thoroughly by whoever had trained her. <br><br>Pity, he would have loved some resistance.<br><br>He shrugged his shoulders and took off the white muscle shirt as well before walking over and sitting on the edge of his bed. He reached out and lightly cupped the girl's face, brushing his thumb across her soft, smooth cheek. His thumb had lightly touched the edge of her blindfold and for a moment, he considered taking it off if only to see if her eyes were green as well. But he decided against it. It was more empowering to a man to hold control over their partners and what better control was there than to rob their sight when under the throes of passion? <br><br>Besides, his father was a meticulous man and since his tastes was well known, Leon highly doubted that his father would have settled for anything less of perfection.<br><br>Oh but her words, so filled with anticipation, still remained in the air and it was a particularly tiring day. The young CEO decided to relax and settled into a comfortable position before reaching down to unzip his pants. The throbbing flesh of his manhood immediately spilled out, large and erect from seeing his personal fantasy realized. Leon grinned and reached to the slave, gently nudging her forward until her cheek was pressed against the side of his member.<br><br>"You want to please yes? I feel like relaxing before starting our fun so why don't you show me your skills with that mouth and suck me off?"
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				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 06:45:57</strong>
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				Jasmine let the mysterious man guild her on the bed<br><br><em>"You want to please yes?..."</em> Jasmine nodded her head, listening to her Master speak. <em>"...I feel like relaxing before starting our fun so why don't you show me your skills with that mouth and suck me off?"</em> Without any hesitation she used her hands to support her weight as she slowly took his member into her mouth. She licked the head of his cock, then the shaft all the way down to the base before she took him into her mouth completely. She let out a soft "Mmmm" as she did so, moving her head in a slow consistent motion.
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				Post by: <strong>SleepyWei</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 09:44:21</strong>
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				Leon sighed and released his hold on the girl's face in favor of supporting himself as he leaned back and closed his eyes. He felt a brief moment of irritation when she idly licked at the tip, shaft, and then base with a almost teasing slowness. But then, she took him fully in her mouth and all traces of annoyance was quickly swept away. The moment she took his throbbing member in her mouth, it was like entering a tight, warm tunnel that wrapped around him with incredible comfort.<br><br>He gritted his teeth and bit back a groan at how amazing it felt having her work on his cock like that. Every movement was consistent and without hurry. Her tongue, a magnificent tool, was working on him from within her mouth, causing great ecstasy. Leon narrowed his eyes at the feeling and reached out with a hand to rub her head in appreciation. <br><br>"Ahhhh..." He couldn't help it. It was just that good to not groan. "You're good. You're very good." 
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				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 18:35:17</strong>
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				Taking her Masters words as a sign she was doing well, she continued to move her head in a slow consistent motion. She felt herself grow moist from the events taking place, but ignored her own desires. She had one job and one job only and that was to please her Master. Hearing him groan and sigh increased her longing to please him fully.
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