The Real World
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				Title: <strong>The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 16:11:30</strong>
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				Finally after all those months of waiting, she is finally coming. Recently she graduated and is coming to Moscow to find a job. Of course, me being very familiar to Moscow, I can help her find a job but obviously there is more. <br><br>We met on an online roleplay game site and we have been playing the D/s situation there. As she is coming to Moscow to find a job, we shall also take that online relationship to a next level and I can't wait to feel her for real after all the things we spoke about online. <br><br>Today is the big day. She is moving to Moscow. All the paperwork is done and she is signed in with the city to live with me. I booked her a ticket on the early flight and told her exactly what to wear. Red fishnet panties, a black short skirt and a white blouse. For the underwear I told her to surprise me as well as her socks. On shoes I'm very picky and I told her to wear the red puma's she recently bought.<br><br>Now as I stand at the airport gate the waiting gets unbareable. My own little slave is soon to arrive and although I won't show her off to the entire city, I am planning on taking my own feelings a step further. I'm wearing a pair of dark jeans and a white blouse as well with pink sneakers. <br><br>As the first passengers start flocking out of the gate of the flight from Sweden, my heart starts to beat faster, anxious to get my new gift into my car...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 16:48:52</strong>
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				Finally, I have graduated. It has been three months ago when I started looking for a job and with the the crisis and the market is shaping nowadays, it was impossible. I have been complaining to almost anyone I know about my need for a job and they were all telling me that it is going to be ok and normal except for my online Mistress Dashenka.<br><br>We have met a few months ago on an online playing website and have developed a close D/s online relationship. It has been close and nice and I have been enjoying it. Not to make a short story long, she told me that there are some opportunities for me to work in Moscow and talked me through it and even finalized some papers for me to be eligible to work there and live there. She even fixed some interviews for me that I will have to go and attend to.<br><br>About living there, I will be living in her place of course. Why? Because we are also going to move our relation a step further; from online to real life, and that was very exciting to me. It is normally hard for me to trust people online but Dashenka has been very helpful and honest, and the way she made all the arrangements for me to go to Moscow killed any doubts I had. So here I am, off the plane from Stockholm to Moscow walking towards the exit of the plane knowing that she is out there waiting for me.<br><br>Being an obedient girl the way Dashenka always liked me, I was dressed up in red fishnet panties, a black short skirt and a white blouse, and my red pumas as she ordered me. She only gave me freedom to pick my underwear and socks, I did not put on any bra and I wore a very tiny red thong as well as red cotton ankle socks. I walked out behind the passengers towards the arrivals hall with my laptop bag on my shoulder and my suitcase dragged behind me looking around for Mistress Dashenka...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 16:59:35</strong>
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				Finally I see her exiting the gate and I walk to her immediately. Just like I ordered her, she is wearing she sexy clothes and many heads turn on our way through the airport. However I do not care about other looks at the moment. <br><br>I feel exited as I walk up to her and hug her, welcoming her to her new homeland. Then I firmly wrap my arm around her waist and kiss her, peeking down between her cleavage. Seeing how she is not wearing a bra, my smile grows larger.<br><br>"You look like a real tease," I tell her in English as she doesn't speak Russian yet. "Many boys will be jealous."<br>Normally I would have asked to carry her luggage but I don't want her to get a wrong imagine of the roles. She is my slave and I am her master and I'm not planning on getting tired, dragging her luggage around. <br>"How do you feel? Had a good trip?" I ask her while I guide her through the terminal. Then, when we get into my Mini, I finally kiss her, running my hands through her hair.<br><br>"Okay my dear little cocktease. From now on you call me Lady Dasha. Understood?" With that I drive off the parking lot and steer the car south towards the centre of the city where I live.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 18:52:05</strong>
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				I see Mistress Dashenka and smile as she walks towards me, feeling a bit of excitement as I know I am about to enter a new chapter of my life. I drop the suitcase and hug her back as she hugs me smiling at her. And before she gave me a chance to say hi or she saying it, she just wrapped her arm tightly around my waist and kissed me. My eyes closed as I kissed her back shamelessly in front of everyone and with a rush of excitement as she is as sexy and hot she looked on pics. <br><br>We have pretended to kiss many times through chat and play but this time it was real, it was sensual, her lips were so domineering and her scent stole my heart away. We have grown to be so close in the past months but now with the kiss, I felt even closer to her. It was amazing.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You look like a real tease," ..... "Many boys will be jealous."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I smiled and looked at her, <strong>"you look pretty yourself Mistress Dashenka"</strong>. I have been thinking about what to call her throughout the whole flight and I thought calling her Mistress was the most appropriate given the status of our play and what we agreed on in that I will be her real life slave during my stay. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"How do you feel? Had a good trip?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"It feels different, I feel excited actually about the prospect of working in a foreign country and of course about being with you Mistress"</strong> I smiled and looked at her <strong>"the trip was normal and quiet, nothing to complain about."</strong>. I walk behind her dragging my luggage again until we reach her sexy Mini car that she showed me pictures of. I smile and put the luggage and my laptop bag in and hop into the car. I look into her eyes for a second before I close my eyes as she starts to kiss me again. The feeling of arousal and excitement ride me again.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Okay my dear little cocktease. From now on you call me Lady Dasha. Understood?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Yes Lady Dashenka"</strong> I whisper politely and look at her smiling while she drove out of the airport. I sit there silently enjoying the beautiful scenes and the thinking about how much fun this will be. I am finally moving in with a Mistress, how amazing....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 20:34:09</strong>
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				As she answers my question with calling me 'Lady Dashenka' and not what I had told her, I decide to punish her a little for that later as I'm driving and can't safely punish her in the car right now. I ask her a simple question and she can't even answer that correct. Guessing it might be the nerves for her as well I decide not to punish her too hard for this first slip up.<br><br>After a good half hour drive I park the car in the parking lot and again don't help her with her luggage. When I open the door to my apartement I welcome her again to her new home.<br>"It's not much but it's quite luxurious and comfy. Make yourself at home."<br><br>I show her around through the small appartment. It's a livingroom with open kitchen on the corner of the building on the 4th floor with a little balcony looking over the bustling road crossing below. In the other corner there is a small bathroom with a shower in the bathtub and next to the bathroom is the bedroom which can just fit a double bed and a closet in which I made some room for her clothes. <br><br>"Tonight we'll go out for dinner," I tell her. "I'll show you around the neighbourhood so you know your way around."<br><br>I walk to the kitchen and turn on the water cooker. <br>"Tea is in this cupboard and the cups are here. Next time you make me tea slave." <br>Then when I made some tea for her and myself I sit down on the sofa and admire her beauty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 00:08:29</strong>
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				I sat there in the car and looked out of the window silently and amused at the beautiful scenes of Moscow. I have seen some pics but in reality, it looked much fancier and luxurious. 30 minutes passed and Lady Dasha stopped her car and left it and I scouted back to take my laptop bag back onto my shoulder and dragged my suitcase behind me.<br><br>We reached her apartment's and she slipped it open and walked in and I followed her in.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's not much but it's quite luxurious and comfy. Make yourself at home."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Thank you, thank you again for having me here. I don't know what to say really. You helped me look for jobs and fixed some interviews for me and brought me here to live with you.. Thank you, thank you Lady Dasha"</strong> I smiled and showed her my appreciation. I then followed her around as she showed me the cute luxurious apartment, it looked comfortable and cozy and I loved the idea of sharing the same bed with her even though through our chats she always mentioned that I would either sleep at the floor or in a cage.<br><br>I dragged my suitcase into the bedroom and rested it on the floor in front of the closet where she left me some space and I put the laptop bag over it. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Tonight we'll go out for dinner," I tell her. "I'll show you around the neighborhood so you know your way around."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Thanks Lady Dasha"</strong> I smiled again and was speechless at her generosity. She was cute and sweet but when dominating she was tough and harsh and I loved that about her. Although that was only in chat and at that moment it was the real world and I was really excited about the prospect and how things would turn out, but from the intensive playing and chatting we have done, I was pretty sure that things will be just fine.<br><br>I followed her in the kitchen<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Tea is in this cupboard and the cups are here. Next time you make me tea slave."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Yes Lady Dasha, I will make you tea and anything you want"</strong> I smiled as I started to get a bit more relaxed. The slave I am started to show. The water boiled and she made the tea and I watched her every move. She was an elegant and sexy girl, and the fact that she was 1 year younger than me at the age of 24 made this relationship even sexier. I followed her back into the living room as she sat down on the sofa with her cup of tea. I smiled and put my cup of tea on the table in front of the sofa and knelt down by the table looking up at her. <strong>"I guess this would be my position form now on, right Lady Dasha?"</strong>...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 09:20:52</strong>
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				I can see on her face that she likes my humble little house and how thankful she is about being here. Of course it's not completely unselfish to have invited here over. I want the best with her so I have set up some job interviews for her. Two of the three are at the companies I work so I can have her close to me at all time. <br><br>Of course outside the jobs, she will have to do the housekeeping for me. Finally I can eat at home since my own cooking skills are horrible but hers are good enough. <br><br>Then, much to my likings she sat on her knees on the floor and looked at me with those pretty eyes.<br><br>"Yes," I answer, "this is indeed your position from now on unless I tell you otherwise." <br>Gently I pet her on the head and feel her soft skin. This is going to be a great time. <br>Later today I will test her some further with some plans I have of making some money from her. For now I drink my tea and think of places to show her of importance. <br><br>"Get up," I tell her as we are finished with the tea. It's time to show her around the neighbourhood. I show her the supermarket, the subway station and I tell her the street and number of the house we live at in case she should get lost. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 02:28:14</strong>
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				I stared up at Lady Dasha's beauty from my kneeling position and by my kneeling I wanted to show her how thankful I was again. And also to show her that I was listening to her when were chatting and obeying what she liked off me and expected from me after I agreed to move in with her and be her slave.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yes," ... "this is indeed your position from now on unless I tell you otherwise." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I nodded and smiled as we have agreed on that many times on chat but now it was different, it was real, it was amazing <strong>"yes Lady Dasha"</strong>. I then purred and rubbed my head onto her hand as she pet my head and felt my skin. I remained on my knees as we both finished the tea and it was time to go.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Get up,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I stood up and followed her out of the apartment. IT was a nice walk, the neighborhood was quiet and nice, the supermarket was close, the subway station was also close and I took out my mobile phone to save the street name and number in it so not to forget...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 10:00:30</strong>
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				We had to buy my pretty new slave some new items. Her clothes looked nice and I was fully aware of the nasty looks some people, mostly boys, on the street gave her. However the simple clothes were perfect for outside, inside the house I wanted her to feel like my property and be fully mine. <br><br>I’m not the best in buying things as I tend to spend too much money on too much items and I’m a complete novice in a shop selling the stuff we need. For my own comfort and safety, I therefore decide to buy the items online and as it is only midday, we can have them tomorrow. Then when we step into the elevator to bring us up, I decide to give her a little test of loyalty. <br>All morning long she had been teasing me with that sexy outfit of hers and I’m quite done watching that now. I had seen some pictures of her body and even some very indecent ones but a picture is always different from the real thing.<br><br>From the elevator to my front door is only a few meters but on the same hallway, another six doors exit so there is a small chance that somebody might see her. For now though, I decide to take the risk.<br><br>“Get your clothes off, all of them,” I tell her firmly, looking her deep into her eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 14:25:12</strong>
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				The walk finished and we were in the elevator again. I have been checking Lady Dasha's body every time I had the chance to when we were walking. The pics she have sent me showed clearly that she had a killer body, but looking at her in real life was breathtaking! She is so damn pretty, elegant and her body makes anyone purr.<br><br>I was getting a bit horny as throughout the walk, I thought at times about the stuff she had been doing to me online and all the things she told me that she would be doing to me in real life, but up until we were in the elevator, she showed no signs that anything would be happening soon. It was teasing.<br><br>I stood in the elevator as the door opened and waited for her to lead the way but she stood there and stared into my eyes, I smiled.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Get your clothes off, all of them,”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I smiled again and being the obedient girl I have always been to Lady Dasha, I obeyed without any hesitation. I ran my hands to the rim of my blouse and pulled it over my head taking it off exposing my bare titties. I bent down and untied my red pumas and took them off and put my shirt over them, then I slid off my red cotton socks. I stood up again and my hands ran to the hem of my skirt and pulled it down my thighs and knees and shins and towards my bare feet, I stepped out of the skirt. I then slide down my red fishnet panties and followed it with my red tiny thong. I stood there naked holding the panties and thong in my hand. I looked at Lady Dasha and smiled <strong>"should Your slave keep her clothes in the elevator or take them out with her Lady Dasha?"</strong>...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Real World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 22:37:29</strong>
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				I look at her gorgeous body standing in the elevator next to me and suddenly I realise the possibility of other people stepping into the elevator. Silently I pray for that not to happen as I'm not quite ready to show my relationship off to the world yet.<br><br>Safely we reach my floor and I peak through the doors of the elevator if the hallway is free. Then I open the doors.<br><br>"Bring your clothes. You don't need them but it is a waste to leave them here."<br><br>I say it firmly and step out of the elevator not waiting for her or helping her. By the time she has collected all her clothes, the door to the appartment is open and I call her inside. After my new pet has closed the door, the games begin. Roughly I take her by the hair and push her down on the floor. <br><br>"Pet, we have to buy you some stuff," I tell her and drag her on her hair to the computer. "Sit idle like a good pet does."<br><br>Then I start up the computer and browse to a site I visited for toys. During the past days I've been making a small shopping cart of items already. It contains various whips, dildo's, leather suits, gags and some other miscelaneous items. Now I want to add my slave to add a few items herself and as I put down the laptop on the floor, I yank her head back again.<br><br>"I've picked a few items already. You see them on the right side of the screen. You will add five items you want yourself. Now."<br><br>With that I step away from her and walk to the kitchen to get something to drink.
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