Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)
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				Title: <strong>Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 11:54:54</strong>
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				((And now, getting the RP started...))<br><br>A little blue car puttered its way through a parking lot, trying to find an empty space in the small collection of densely-packed cars belonging to the people who had parked there.&nbsp; The parking lot belonged to an apartment complex located directly across the street from it, and the apartment complex was being rented out by several different people who owned cars, so the little black square of asphalt and yellow lines was always difficult to park in.&nbsp; Still, it was marginally better for security than the street and difficult to steal cars from because it was just as difficult to pull out of as into, so Rachel figured it ultimately balanced things out.<br><br>She still hated having to walk all the way across the street after a long, hard day at work, though.&nbsp; Day in and day out, answering phone calls, replacing toner, fixing jams and plugging in unplugged cables, and all the time her coworkers either ignored her or treated her in ways that almost crossed into sexual harassment territory, and probably would have if they'd had much actual interest in her.&nbsp; As it was, she was just Rachel, the mousy little tech-support girl with the short black hair and glasses.&nbsp; Rachel the dependable, always ready with a solution to somebody's problem...&nbsp; Rachel the boring, too shy to ever cut loose and have fun.&nbsp; Nobody at work ever seemed interested in her, and that alone could make some days seem like a living hell.&nbsp; Fortunately, today hadn't been one of those days.<br><br>Granted, some days at the office could be great, like the time she had single-handedly saved the company's servers from having a complete and total meltdown and setting back everyone's work be years, something that would have cost time and money to fix and could never have truly been recovered from...&nbsp; Yes, on that day she was a hero.&nbsp; But unfortunately, today also wasn't one of those days.<br><br>No, today had been rather ordinary, actually.&nbsp; Not too good, but not bad at all.&nbsp; Just tiring.&nbsp; And since she had gone into it tired, naturally she was even more tired, now that she was finally getting home.<br><br>...<br><br>Standing in front of the long, tall flight of stairs that lead up to her apartment, Rachel marvelled.&nbsp; Home.&nbsp; She was already thinking of this place as <strong>home</strong>.&nbsp; How had that happened already?&nbsp; She had had to leave her old apartment recently due to certain odd circumstances, had to scramble to find a place that wouldn't ask too many questions, had only found this place last week and only finished unpacking everything late last night...<br><br>The climb up the stairs was murder on her feet.&nbsp; She wasn't wearing heels or anything like that, but the shoes still hadn't been designed with comfort in mind.&nbsp; By the time she reached her floor, she was about ready to collapse.&nbsp; Sticking her key in the lock on the front door, she opened it, stepped in, and locked it behind her.&nbsp; Then, she sighed.<br><br>"I'm home..."&nbsp; She called out, just wanting to relax.&nbsp; Now to somehow find the couch...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 02:06:33</strong>
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				Sylvia had never had any particular talents. There was nothing about her that made her stand out. If anything, she was a very average Jane, so much so that if she were to be lost in a crowd it would be difficult for one to pick her out. Very much like that game....Finding Waldo.<br><br>Her only redeeming feature could also be said to be her greatest weakness. Kind and trusting to a fault, the best words that can be used to describe her would be naive and gullible. Ever since she could remember, it seemed that people were always misleading her, tricking her, and taking advantage of her. <br><br>The worst, or maybe it was actually the best, thing about her is that even so, she never stopped believing and thinking the best of others. To her close friends and family, they found it to be both endearing as well as infuriating. No...not infuriating...more like they were permanently exasperated with her behavior. All they could do was wonder how it was possible for a simple girl to cause so much trouble and still stay bright and lively throughout it all. There were brief periods of time when they worried for her mental health, finding her over positive attitude to be unnatural. Whenever presented with these thoughts Sylvia would just flash them that carefree smile of hers, a dreamy look on her face, and melt their worries away as she touched their hearts with a few loving and tender soft spoken words. <br><br>As the years passed, Sylvia slowly began to realize that she was drawing more attention than before. Compared to the sarcastic mocking that she had always received, this was immensely different. Heads would turn as she passed, though rude comments no longer left their mouths. Instead, the eyes of the men would turn, her firm backside's gentle swaying of the hips seeming to mesmerize. On the other hand, the women would turn with a scowl on their lips as they eyed her with a mixture of contempt and grudging admiration. While she herself may not have noticed these changes, it was obvious that she was no longer a mere girl. Having filled out in all the right places, her newly curvaceous body seemed to wipe away those earlier awkward years from the minds of all. Although it was questionable whether or not there was actually any solid knowledge and awareness underneath her full head of golden locks, it was obvious that she had now blossomed into an attractive young lady.<br><br>After suffering through so many years of ridicule, it seemed that the time for her to shine had finally come. It was too bad that this thought never passed through her mind. Her personality was unchanged and thus she continued to drift through the few remaining years of high school as if in a drunken stupor. One called that veil that covered her eyes 'unyielding trust'. <br><br>It wasn't until that fateful night when the world suddenly changed for her. The night when she felt the first pricks of fear and anxiety working fiercely to break through her protective bubble of positive beliefs. That night which was supposed to be a night of splendor, celebration, and joy had somehow gone horribly wrong and Sylvia not only saw but also felt darkness for the first time as it engulfed her...<br><br>Past memories were shattered as the words "I'm home" resounded through the small apartment. A buxom woman, seemingly in her early twenties, jumped up from the couch that she had just been reclining on as if electrified. Emerald green eyes were now lit up with expectation, giving her demeanor a lively appearance compared to the dull mask that she had worn just moments before. Nimbly threading her way through the maze of half empty boxes, she quickly turned a corner to greet the other woman. As twin orbs of jade rested on the mousy figure, she felt momentarily dazzled. Yes, this woman was her Light. Looking from Sylvia's inner eye, Rachel may as well have been glowing. Sylvia's own expression now seemed very similar to the child that she had been seeing in her memories. Happy, smiling, eager to please. A bit too eager to please apparently as she tripped over her own feet, too entranced in that brief moment to realize her misstep until she was already falling. <br><br>With a startled squeal, Sylvia found herself sprawled on the ground in front of Rachel. Still a klutz...but at least she'd reached her intended destination right? Recovering quickly, the blonde pulled herself up into a sitting position with long legs tucked underneath her. Looking up, she greeting Rachel with a wide smile, "Welcome home Master! How was your day?" Her voice was chipper as she greeted her warmly. Yes, indeed. This woman who seemed so plain, so ordinary, so...timid was her one and only beloved Master...and she would do anything for her. Anything to help her, to please her, to protect her...<br><br>As Rachel's inner glow began to slowly dim in Sylvia's mind, she now viewed her with a much more critical eye and noticed the careworn, weary expression on her face. A small frown of worry marred her smooth features as she continued to sit at her feet and gaze up expectantly. Very similar to one worshiping their god. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 04:36:02</strong>
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				Ah, Sylvia.&nbsp; Watching the girl run up to her in such an excited manner, only to trip and fall flat on her face, caused a smile to twist its way onto the woman's tired face.&nbsp; It was a bit annoying that the girl was both younger than her <em>and</em> looked older, that she was taller, had a fuller figure, always drew the stares of various different men and women when they went out together...&nbsp; But she couldn't really hold it against the girl.&nbsp; Sylvia was innocent, after all.&nbsp; Naive, even.&nbsp; She just didn't realize the effect her looks had on other people.<br><br>The woman's smile faded a little when she heard that greeting, though.&nbsp; 'Master'.&nbsp; Being called that was something she had yet to get used to.&nbsp; She'd only known the girl for a little over a week, after all, and things had been so hectic during that time that she still hadn't even had the chance to sit down and get her bearings.&nbsp; Recently, she had been feeling a lot like she had completely lost control of her life, like she was caught up in something completely beyond her comprehension and being sent rushing along at a pace she didn't like in the slightest.<br><br>It had been late at night, that one week ago, when Rachel had first met Sylvia.&nbsp; She had stayed behind after work that day, fine-tuning the office's new servers, testing protocols, making sure every computer in the building could connect without problems.&nbsp; Long, boring work though it was, she had been more than happy to give it a shot, figuring that it would probably be enough to get her that pay raise she had been wanting for the last few months.&nbsp; The sun had set by the time she was finished, and driving alone in the darkness, she had been tired enough that she wasn't paying quite as much attention as she should have.&nbsp; In fact, she had very nearly hit a person who had run out suddenly into the middle of the road.<br><br>After coming to a screeching halt, the woman had been about to get out of the car and give the pedestrian a piece of her mind when she saw said pedestrian's condition.&nbsp; The person she had nearly hit was a young woman, tall, blonde, wearing a very bizarre and revealing outfit, and the instant the older woman saw the tears in said outfit and the clear fear in the younger woman's eyes, she had been able to tell that she was in trouble.&nbsp; Offering her a lift, Rachel had brought the poor girl back to her apartment, and had let her have a bath and something eat before asking any questions of her.<br><br>She had tried to find out who the young woman was, what sort of trouble she was in, who or what she had been running from when she ran out into the road like that... and while she managed to get a name from her, (Sylvia,) the rest seemed to have been too traumatic an experience for the young woman to want to talk about it.&nbsp; Further questioning had revealed that Sylvia had no home, no safe place she could go back to, and so she had offered up the use of her own apartment to the girl for a while, while she tried to figure out what to do about the situation.<br><br>Clothing had been the first problem Rachel had had to solve.&nbsp; Her own clothes fit her just fine, but she and Sylvia were completely different sizes, and when she had tried lending the blonde some of her own clothing to wear while they went out shopping, it had ended up being almost too tight to be decent.&nbsp; As it was, when they had left to buy better-fitting clothes, a number of her apartment's residents had begun to talk.&nbsp; By the time she had returned, with a much better-dressed Sylvia in tow, the rumor mill had started up full-swing.&nbsp; It really didn't help matters at all when the girl suddenly began calling her 'Master', even saying it accidentally when she was asked not to.&nbsp; Before long, the apartment manager had asked her to leave, giving her a few days to find a new place and pack up her things.<br><br>Again, the place she had now had been a lucky find, even if it did seem like a dump at first.&nbsp; Some fresh furniture and new curtains had apparently been all it took to get the place feeling like home, and having somebody waiting eagerly for her return every day was an experience she was starting to enjoy...<br><br>Realizing that the girl was waiting for a response, Rachel snapped out of her little reverie and let her face crack another smile.&nbsp; It was still plainly obvious just from looking at her that she was completely bushed, but nonetheless she reached out with one hand, offering the girl a little help getting up.<br><br>"Thanks, Syl."&nbsp; Was her response, using the diminutive 'pet name' she had given the girl when she first started getting comfortable around her.&nbsp; "Today was pretty good for me, although I could've really used those extra hours of sleep that I spent unpacking things last night.&nbsp; I'm really tired...&nbsp; How was your day, though?&nbsp; Did you get bored at all while I was gone?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 07:46:44</strong>
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				The past week had gone by in a blur for Sylvia and it seemed as if it were finally slowing down to a crawl. She had spent the better part of the day moving the boxes of Rachel's belongings and trying to sort through them. As seen from the mess scattered around the apartment, she hadn't gotten very far. In fact, it seemed as if it had gotten messier compared to the night before...<br><br>While in the middle of sorting through Rachel's belongings, Sylvia had found her mind constantly drifting back to the past and quickly catching herself before focusing on the task at hand. Her last attempt hadn't been very successful as she had found herself reclining on the new sofa, staring blankly up at the slight spidery cracks that webbed across the ceiling as her mind reeled back through time. <br><br>She felt her mind about to go back into that never-ending spiral again before catching herself. Now was not the time for this...<br><br>Her Master's lengthy pause before finally responding had made her feel uneasy. Instantly she jumped to the worst conclusions thinking that something terrible must have happened to her during the day. If that were the case she'd never forgive the poor souls who had brought despair into her Master's life. When the landlady had firmly asked for Rachel to leave, Sylvia had fumed quietly on the sidelines. The furtive glances that the lady shot over to her were more than enough to tell her that she was unwanted. It was her fault that she had brought so much trouble into Rachel's life and she desperately wanted to make up for it. <br><br>Upon finally receiving a response, she happily took the extended hand and stood up. Sylvia towered over Rachel, nearly a head taller than the other but this was something she didn't seem to notice. She continued to chatter on in her bubbly voice, not entirely sure where to start but not wanting to let the conversation slack now that it had finally begun.<br><br>"You can sleep well tonight, Master! I spent most of the day sorting through the boxes and I can finish it all tonight so you don't have to worry." Even as she said this, the 'living room' was still fairly cluttered. What was that saying again? Where it gets messier as you clean? Well this phrase applies exactly to Sylvia...<br><br>She'd continued her conversation, not really noticing whether or not her Master was actually listening. It seemed as if she were just glad that there was someone for her to talk to. "...and then I put all your clothes in the closet...I even decided to sort them so that it'd be easier for you to find what you'd like to wear!" Sylvia smiled proudly at this before continuing. "So now, you don't have to bunch up all of those cute teddy bear panties anymore! When I unpacked them they were all wrinkled. But now they're all folded nicely and in the drawers." <br><br>From her ongoing monologue it seemed that Sylvia had managed to keep herself quite busy during the day. "...then I put..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 23:25:58</strong>
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				Sylvia had been sorting through the boxes herself, during the day?!&nbsp; Rachel's eyes widened at that, and looking worriedly around their little apartment, she saw that, yes, the girl had indeed been going through the boxes.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the place was much messier now than it had been.&nbsp; Dishes were stacked on tables, framed pictures had been left in a pile on the floor, old CDs left in stacks and all mixed up with both empty cases and blanks...&nbsp; Sighing, she tried to tune out the girl's chatter as she carefully made her way over to the couch, stepping over an old yearbook and sliding around a box of silverware.&nbsp; Sinking into the cushions, she took a deep breath, then quickly held up a hand.<br><br>"Syl!"&nbsp; She barked out, interrupting the girl's speech.&nbsp; Then, tilting her head back and letting her eyes drift shut, she enjoyed the silence for a few moments before speaking in a much softer tone.&nbsp; "I'll... take your word for it, wherever you put everything.&nbsp; I'm too tired to deal with much right now, though, so just let me relax a bit, okay?"<br><br>It was true that the girl was completely innocent of her effect on people, but that didn't help much when she was talking a mile a minute like that.&nbsp; More than once in the past few days, Rachel had wanted to just put a gag on her, keep her from being able to talk at all.&nbsp; Of course, the only thing she owned that would actually work properly for that was that ball gag an old boyfriend had given her as a prank Christmas present, once, and she couldn't just use that...&nbsp; Even if the thought of it was pretty tempting at times.<br><br>Reaching out to the side, she felt the remote control underneath her fingers and smiled.&nbsp; TV.&nbsp; Now there was some talking she'd enjoy listening to.<br><br>"Hey, wanna watch TV together?"&nbsp; She suggested to Sylvia, holding up the remote.&nbsp; With her other hand, she patted a spot beside her on the couch.&nbsp; "Come on, you can sit right next to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 08:22:50</strong>
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				Sylvia's bubbly stream of chatter cut off abruptly at her Master's sharp command. She seemed to do it out of reflex, as if she were afraid of being punished if the command went unheeded. Something flashed in her eyes briefly, the warm luster of dewy green changing to cold hard flints of emerald. <br><br>Upon hearing the change in tone as Rachel continued to speak, she relaxed considerably but still stood meekly to the side, head slightly bowed in apology. Chiding herself in her mind that she was no longer back in that hell hole...a small shudder ran through her as she pushed away thoughts of the accursed place. No, this was a new beginning. She had started a new life and was serving under a new Master now. All she gave in response to Rachel's statement of wanting to relax was a small nod and she watched through lowered lashes as Rachel sunk down onto the couch. <br><br>Her mood seemed to have mellowed out considerably compared to the excited high she had been on upon Rachel's return, though at the invitation of watching TV together with her Master caused another explosion of giddiness to ensue. She bit her lip quickly to keep her mouth shut, barring the jumble of words that had threatened to pour out and gave an enthusiastic nod instead. What a treat! Even though she had just been reprimanded she was being forgiven! Not only could she spend more time with her Master but she was even being allowed to sit next to her! Sylvia couldn't believe her luck...or Rachel's generosity, though the past week was more than enough proof to convince her that she was now under the care of a kind Master. One that actually bothered to look out for her health and safety.<br><br>Sylvia's heart beat a little faster at the thought of being able to be so close to her beloved and shyly sat down in the indicated spot. The couch sunk beneath her weight but the fabric was welcoming and warm, or was it the residual heat from just moments ago when she had been curled up on this very same couch? This only sparked another thought that made her cheeks slightly flush. They were close enough that she could feel the warmth that floated off of Rachel's skin against her own bare arms. <br><br>Through some sort of strange fit of boldness, Sylvia decided to venture forth and tentatively ask a question even though she had been silenced just moments before. "Um...would you like me to give you a massage Master? It might help you relax.." Her tone was soft and shy, a slight blush colored her cheeks, surprised at her own courage but determined not to back down now that she had finally gotten the question out. She waited, trembling ever so slightly in anticipation, like a taut wire, and a part of her dreaded the response while another part hoped with all her heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 20:20:06</strong>
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				Rachel couldn't help but let her mouth twist into a smile again as she saw the way Sylvia brightened up upon hearing the offer to come sit with her.&nbsp; She'd learned pretty early on to avoid raising her voice with the girl when she didn't have to.&nbsp; Whenever she had to do so, that odd, diamond-hard look came into her eyes, and all the warmth just seemed to leech out of her.&nbsp; The woman could only guess that shouting had come to be associated with bad things happening to the girl, so she tried to always make up for it whenever she slipped and ended up yelling at her.<br><br>This tme, it seemed to have worked like a charm.&nbsp; The girl had perked up immediately, sitting next to her on the couch.&nbsp; Granted, the woman had actually been hoping she would sit a bit closer, had found that sense of innocence and excitement cute enough that she wanted to just cuddle with her sometimes, like she was a big kitten, but this was good, too.&nbsp; Bringing up the remote, she switched the TV on, and started by checking the news.&nbsp; They were talking about various odd stories, mostly bad things that people would be entertained by hearing, like the latest flu scare, and a few occasional good things...&nbsp; Rolling her eyes at that, she soon switched it over to a channel that was showing some period drama about the Knights of the Round Table.&nbsp; When she wanted action, romance and intrigue, she knew where to look.&nbsp; She didn't need some newscaster trying to dress it all up as cold, hard fact.<br><br>Just when she was really starting to get interested in the events happening on the television, though, Sylvia spoke up again.&nbsp; Rachel, while mildly annoyed at the interruption, was actually pretty surprised at the girl's suggestion.&nbsp; A massage?&nbsp; From her?&nbsp; Thinking about it for a bit, she considered the pros and cons, then shrugged.&nbsp; Why not?&nbsp; It wasn't like she was going to risk seriously screwing up her back or anything.&nbsp; And besides, the massage might actually do her some good.<br><br>"Thank you,"&nbsp; She said, setting the remote down on the couch's armrest again.&nbsp; "That sounds like a wonderful idea.&nbsp; ...I don't really want to move, though.&nbsp; Maybe you could just try giving me a shoulder massage like this?"<br><br>It would be a bit of an embarrassing position, but Rachel didn't mind.&nbsp; It would also be rather convenient, since afterwards she could do the snuggling she'd wanted to do.&nbsp; She knew Sylvia trusted her, and would do anything she asked, and sometimes, she had to admit, it was convenient to take advantage of that fact to help move things along.&nbsp; The time they'd gone out shopping for clothing had been the first such time, since the girl had been apprehensive about going out in public with such tight clothing on, and getting her to help the movers take the cardboard boxes filled with her things up the stairs had been the second.&nbsp; Rachel had also pitched in, so she didn't consider that one to be too bad.<br><br>That made this the third time in about a week that she was using the girl's submissive nature to her advantage.&nbsp; Still... she was the one who had offered to give the massage, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 02:38:57</strong>
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				Immense relief washed away all of her fears when Rachel accepted and Sylvia was more than eager to comply. Moving closer, she scooted over and found herself to now be fully on the couch. Legs tucked underneath her, she knelt by Rachel's side to reach over and behind her. It was rather awkward, but that was besides the point. The only thing that mattered right now was pleasing her Master since she had been given a chance to do so. <br><br>Slender hands rested on each of Rachel's shoulders and nimble fingers began to gently knead the tense muscles, warming them under her touch and willing them to relax. Hesitant at first, her touch was a tad too light as she was unsure whether or not the right spots were being hit. As Rachel began to slowly relax and unravel underneath her fingers, her confidence built as well and with it her fingers became more sure of where to exert pressure, where to knead with her fingers and others with her knuckles of the palm of her hand. <br><br>She was soon so absorbed in her task that the droning of the television could no longer be heard in her mind, focusing only on the slight hints that her Master would give at her touches. With each contented sigh, Sylvia would tuck the information away in her mind and remember it for future uses. For now, she just continued to explore, continued to experiment. Picking out the spots that needed more attention as she tried to ease out the tense knots in Rachel's shoulders and neck. <br><br>Due to the awkward positioning, Sylvia began to feel the slight aches and pains from having to do her task in a position that made her task rather difficult. Even so, she easily ignored this, after all, her Master worked hard all day to take care of her. On the other hand, she would have all day tomorrow to preoccupy herself somehow at home and that would give her plenty of time to stretch out the kinks in her own body. <br><br>When some time had passed and Rachel's shoulders no longer felt stiff and taut, Sylvia ventured a question shyly. "How...how is it Master...? Do you feel better now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 08:32:41</strong>
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				Rachel relaxed as strong fingers began to press in upon her shoulders, kneading the tense muscles and helping to soothe away the stress of the day.&nbsp; God, she really needed something like this at times.&nbsp; Especially after a day like today.&nbsp; She'd never had anyone around to give her a massage until recently, though, and paying for one was something she got a bit embarrassed even thinking about.&nbsp; But now, she reflected, now she had someone who would happily give her a massage whenever she wanted...<br><br>While the massage continued on, the young woman occasionally offered up some directions.&nbsp; Commands of 'harder', or 'a little to the left', as well as the occasional bits of praise...&nbsp; Eventually, she was left feeling completely relaxed.<br><br>"How... how is it, Master...? Do you feel better now?"<br><br>Looking over at Sylvia as she said those words, Rachel realized just what sort of awkward and uncomfortable position the poor girl had been in the whole time.&nbsp; Her own back had just been tense and aching, but Sylvia's back...&nbsp; By now it must have been killing her.&nbsp; Now Rachel was starting to feel kinda guilty about being so lazy.<br><br>"Yeah, Syl, I feel a lot better."&nbsp; She answered, sitting up straighter and leaning forward, away from the other girl's hands.&nbsp; She put on a warm smile, to show that she was sincere.&nbsp; "You did a great job.&nbsp; How about I give you a massage now, as a reward?&nbsp; I know that that position can't be comfortable for you."<br><br>She was really going to have to be more responsible with things like this.&nbsp; In many ways, taking care of Sylvia really was like having a pet.&nbsp; She might be willing to do anything, but in return Rachel had the obligation to take care of her properly.&nbsp; Anything else would be a violation of basic human rights.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 20:10:02</strong>
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				Sylvia tried her best to follow up on the instructions given to her and was rewarded with seeing her Master not only relax considerably but also the bits and pieces of praise that had been given to her. When Rachel moved away she thought for one painstaking moment that she had done something terribly wrong, only to feel immense relief when she was told otherwise. In fact, she practically glowing from the praise. <br><br><em>'How about I give you a massage now, as a reward?'</em><br><br>What? Did her Master just offer to...give her a massage? Her ears must be going on her...or her imagination running wild...<br><br>When she realized that Rachel was waiting for a response, her eyes widened. "Oh! No..no it's alright Master, I'm just fine! You don't need to do anything for me..." How could she possibly let her Master do something for her? What a disgrace! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 07:03:48</strong>
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				Refusing the offer of a massage...&nbsp; Rachel had to admit, she probably shouldn't have been surprised at the girl's reaction, but she was nevertheless.&nbsp; Sylvia had gone to so much trouble to give her lazy self a simple shoulder massage... and now she was turning down the offer of a massage of her own?&nbsp; The woman sighed and shook her head.<br><br>"It's not a question of needing to do anything,"&nbsp; She responded, raising up a hand.&nbsp; Reaching out, she let her hand come to rest on the girl's shoulder.&nbsp; "This is something I <em>want</em> to do.&nbsp; I can tell that giving me that massage left you in an uncomfortable position, and now I want to help you relax and feel comfortable again."<br><br>And perhaps this would also help Sylvia realize that the life she was leading now was completely different from her old life, that she didn't have to treat her new 'master' the same way as her old one?<br><br>...Nah, that was probably just wishful thinking.<br><br>"Come on, slide off that shirt and I'll give you a really great back massage."&nbsp; She again offered, giving the girl an innocent grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Home (Kunoichi and Myobi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 04:47:43</strong>
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				Sylvia hesitated for a moment too long. She couldn't refuse her Master's wishes but...she couldn't have her Master work either! Though after looking up and seeing Rachel's glance, it was an order that she was obliged to take. With a meek nod, Sylvia began to unbutton the shirt that she wore, each button exposing smooth flesh and making her feel strangely self conscious. It was strange. Rachel was just so...different from her previous Master. Whereas the previous would only give her orders, barking them out harshly and angrily, many times using force and violence as his excuse for discipline when she was too slow to obey or if her performance was not up to par, Rachel was the opposite. <br><br>There were many times when Sylvia found herself cringing out of reflex to Rachel's words and sometimes even just a small motion that tipped her off as the beginning of a painful smack. The look of confusion on Rachel's face would mimic her own as she stared up, not entirely sure why the expected blow or degrading words had not happened yet. Was it just a delayed action? Was she testing her? Even after a week there were still certain times when Sylvia found herself reacting as she would to her previous 'owner'. While she had already acknowledged Rachel as her new Master, she found it hard to understand her. Were all Masters this different?<br><br>With her shirt unbuttoned, she slid it off of her arms and bundled the cloth up, holding it in her hands in front of her chest. Glancing sheepishly at Rachel, she wasn't sure what to say. In fact, she wasn't even sure if she really wanted to let her Master give her a back massage...it just felt so...wrong. Like the rules of the world had just been flipped upside down. 
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