The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop & Dingo]
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				Title: <strong>The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 19:18:29</strong>
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				"Any messages or mail for me, Andrew ?" the young man asked the receptionist at his building, a very upscale place in the heart of the city, as he put his briefcase on the counter, expecting to receive his mail as usual.<br><br>"Yes, Mr. Stephenson, two messages." he said as he grabbed for the notes, "One from your cleaning lady, who called to remind you she is having a three week vacation as of this week. The other from the dry cleaners, that your suits are done. Should I pick them up, before going to work tomorrow, Sir ?"<br><br>Michael looked at the receptionist for a moment, quite grateful for such great service, which he showed every year again before Christmas with a big fat check. "That would much appreciated, Andrew." he said and he took his briefcase in his hand again, "No mail today ?"<br><br>"Oh, yes, Sir. There was mail and large heavy package for you. I had the delivery person bring it straight up to your apartment, while I kept an eye on things. The rest of your mail is with the package." Andrew replied with a broad smile.<br><br>Michael thanked the receptionist and took his briefcase from the counter again and entered the elevator, going all the way up to the top of the building. A very nice place, which came in his possession as an inheritance from his father. He had taken his father's place as partner in the firm, international business law, now, at twenty-five being the youngest partner there. Continuously having to prove his worth, working more than twice the times others did.<br><br>He unlocked the door to his apartment and took a glance at the brown paper wrapped package that stood in the hallway. It was addressed to him, but he didn't recall ordering anything. But it wasn't that unusual for him to receive boxes full of business papers, although usually he received them at the office.<br><br>He left his briefcase beneath the coat-hanger and closed the door, putting the mail on the shoe-cabinet and he removed the wrapping paper, very much surprised to find an old fashioned trunk, with a plain envelop attached to it with just 'Michael' written on it. Looking in the envelop he found an old iron key, and curious as to what it might be he unlocked the trunk. Carefully he lifted the metal clad lid, ready for anything.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 21:20:32</strong>
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				It was time.<br><br>When her Trainer had come to her and announced that she had been selected to care for a new budding Master, she had been ecstatic. This is what she had been brought up to do, and now she was going to get her chance to not only do it but to excel at it! Her entire existence had been for this one moment.<br><br>The moment she became a slave to her Master.<br><br>The trip had been a little bumpy and at times she had been scared; so many voices had sounded all around her and even a few talked about opening the package that held her captive in the huge treasure chest. But it had only been for a few minutes and then she had been left alone. All in all she had been captive in the treasure box for an hour.<br><br>Her heart stilled when she heard the door open and one pair of footsteps nearing her. Her hazel eyes slowly opened as she heard the wrapping paper being removed. Then...slowly, the key sliding into the locks and releasing. The light that entered the trunk made her blink a few times before she shifted and looked up to see...<br><br>"Master."<br><br>She shifted and slowly slid her legs out and then he hands, reaching for the corners of the trunk and raising herself up and out of the chest that had held her -- a <em>gift</em> to the one that now owned her. But she did not dare stand; merely, shifted until she was comfortably out of the chest before she fell on her knees.<br><br>She wore nothing but a small black lace skirt and stockings, her black hair framed her face and cascaded down her back as she bowed her head respectfully.<br><br>In a soft tone, she spoke sincerely, "Master, I am here. I am yours."
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 22:39:44</strong>
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				As Michael opened the chest, he was ready for anything, at least that was until he actually saw what was in the trunk. His eyes grew wide with surprise, but not the pleasant type, more like shock. He almost fell over backward as his reflexes told him to step backward, stumbling to a halt against the wall, as the woman started to move.<br><br>As he watched the half naked beauty slip out the chest, his mind already racing, trying to come up with a logical explanation. Her words derailed his thoughts again, and his blue eyes watched the girl for just a moment. <em>"Master ?!?"</em> he thought and he laughed a little uncertain at that comment, <em>"This must be a joke. But who put her up to this."</em><br><br>His mouth opened once, but closed without saying anything. "Did Mitchel put you up to this ?" he asked, his tone still shocked, and his words sounding harsher than he intended as his heart was beating rapidly in his chest, "This is a joke. Who put you up to this ?"
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 00:23:38</strong>
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				The harsh tone in his voice caused her to wince and already her mind was frantically trying to understand why he was so upset with her. Was he not pleased with the way she looked? Had she already done something to upset him? Swallowing hard, she continued to stare down at the floor, respectful to him.<br><br>"Master, I can assure you," She said in a soft tone, only the tremor on her voice showing the fear she felt at having upset him. "I do not know who Mitchel is but...he did not put me up to this." Taking a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with her intake, she fell silent once&nbsp; more.<br><br>She wanted to peek up and look into his eyes but instead she simply kept her hands on her knees and continued quietly, "No one put me up to this. I am a Gift, sir. A gift for You."
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 13:10:12</strong>
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				Michael realized he startled the dark haired woman with his reaction, about as much as he was startled by her coming from the trunk. Mitchel was the only one of his friends crazy enough to send a stripper or whore as a gift to him. Then again, he actually had not done any work for him lately, and any reason for other gifts was still months away.<br><br>"A gift ?" he asked, a shift to his voice, now just incredulous, "By whom ? Why ?"<br><br>His eyes were moving over her body, like any healthy young man his age would do, before he realized what he was doing and he looked at a point on the wall.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 13:17:34</strong>
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				Her body visibly relaxed when she heard his tone shift from harsh to just surprised. She felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips; her Master was quick with his emotions. That was a good thing; it would lead to wonderful sessions in bed...and out of bed. Her eyes remained downcast, respectful always. Whether he was surprised by her or he was expecting her, she was always to behave like the proper slave she was.<br><br>"Master, they don't provide me with that information," Her tone was sincere and apologetic, "I was merely informed that I had a new home, a new Master. I left the Training Facility and was delivered her just today."<br><br>She swallowed hard, her voice taking on a slightly nervous tone as she asked hesitantly, "Sir, I am a good slave. I will do everything you want and I will learn whatever you wish me to learn." She felt a tremor run down her spine as she added, "Won't you let me take care of you, Master? I promise...I will be good to you."
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 23:05:04</strong>
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				He had listened to her apology, but his brain registered the tone first and he was about to relax a bit when he actually got what she was saying. His eyes grew wide as he looked at her and he shook his head, about to say something, protest when she continued her words.<br><br>And Michael needed a few seconds to actually process what he just heard, looking at her, then back&nbsp; at the wall.<br><br>"Master ? Training Facility ????" where his first words, all questions of someone who was very much stunned and tried to process what he was thinking, and then just one other word spoken with shock and judgment to it, "Slave ?!?!<br><br>But before she could reply his posture shifted, his stance became angry. "This joke has gone far enough!" he said, his mind having made sense of it by making this some joke someone pulled on him, "Just get dressed and then leave. Go back to where you came from and tell whomever has hired you for this prank I wasn't amused."
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 23:33:52</strong>
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				She had been so certain that she had gotten through to him, that perhaps he was surprised but receptive to her arrival. Until she heard his last comment and she felt herself visibly flinch. A shudder of uneasiness rippled through her as she realized that she had made things words. Her speaking her made things worse.<br><br>"M-Master, please," Her voice trembled as she lowered herself even more so that her hands were stretched out towards him and her forehead touched the floor. Tears pricked her eyes as she whispered, her voice thick with emotions, "I am so sorry to have displeased you. Please, sir, do not send me back. I can do better! I can do whatever you want me to do!"<br><br>She knew she was going to be in trouble but she couldn't help it. She peeked up at him through her lush hair.<br><br>"Please, Sir..." She swallowed hard as she bowed her head once more, tears trickling down her cheeks as she pleaded, "Whip me. Spank me. Pull my hair. Let me show my servitude to you. But please do not cast me out...I have no one. Only you, Master. Only you." Her entire body trembled, knowing that if she was dismissed from his services, she would not be able to go back to the facility. Servitude was all she knew...what would she do?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:10:40</strong>
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				<em>"Tears ?"</em> he realized very confused, even as her voice already told her she was getting very emotional, <em>"Crying ? But why ?"</em><br><br>His face was a mask of a mix between anger, doubt and something softer, his eyes looking at her, as if he tried to look inside of her. And then he looked away and for the first time left the hallway and entered the very large living room with the kitchen in one corner quite clearly. The floors were made of marble, the walls were decorated with stylish pieces of modern art and even his furniture looked similar, it was all very sparse, almost sterile.<br><br>"I need a drink." he proclaimed, walking toward a low cabinet near the window overlooking his large balcony and he opened it, taking a bottle, pulling the stopper of it, and filling a glass, which he then almost immediately downed. Refilling his glass and then turning back to look at her.<br><br>"You're serious, aren't you ?" he asked her, his tone strict, but his volume low, "You really believe that stuff don't you ? Who are you ?"
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:38:23</strong>
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				Everything inside of her wanted to follow him but she remained with her head bowed, respectful of her new Master. She had not meant to start crying; but the fear of being banished...oh, it had ceased her heart and caused her to simply react.<br><br>She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed deeply, forcing herself to relax as her forehead continued to press against the marble ground. "This is all serious, Master," She responded quietly, her voice soft and showing the highest level of respect for him. "I was raised in the Training Center...shown only how to please and how to serve my Master."<br><br>After a moment she frowned, not really knowing how to answer the last question, "I...I don't have a name, Master. I am merely referred to as Slave. But if you'd like...you may give me a name." She shifted slightly, suddenly excited at the idea of getting a name. Receiving a name from a Master meant that he was keeping her, didn't it? She felt a bit guilty for throwing the suggestion out, knowing it was something the Master had to decide but...oh, it would be quite wonderful!<br><br>A bit nervously, she asked softly, "Master...would you like me to rub your back? To...take care of you in any way? I can cook and clean...would you like something to eat?" Perhaps if she showed him how well she behaved he would see how useful she was.
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:58:48</strong>
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				<em>"Once more that Training Center."</em> he heard as he looked at her still there in the hallway, <em>"That's just sick. She really thinks .... "</em> Michael didn't need to finish his own thoughts and just shook his head, actually feeling a little sorry for her.<br><br>"Come in, find a comfortable place to sit." he said, putting the glass down back on his bar and then he walked toward one of the four other doors leading away from the living room, entering his own bedchambers to find something for her to wear. He had to admit that she was quite the looker, in appearance very much the type of woman he would look at, but right now her partial nudity was distracting to him, and he definitely needed to think.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 01:33:48</strong>
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				There was a look of slight confusion that came over her face as she thought about what he had said. <em>Find a comfortable place to sit?</em> But...she was comfortable. At least, she had been. Raising herself up, she watched him walk into one of the rooms before she slowly stood up and made her way into the living room. Being in the training facility, she hadn't been given the luxury of a plush couch so she did not even consider sitting in one.<br><br>Instead, she knelt down next to the sofa, close to the bar instead he wanted another drink. She ran her tongue along her lower lip, confused as to why he wasn't taking her up on her services. She truly could cook...and she could take care of him. Why wasn't he letting her do her duty?
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 09:34:15</strong>
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				Michael went through his closet and took one of his dress shirts out of there, carefully taking it of the hanger and then returning to the living room, confused at her position on the ground next to the sofa for just a moment. He didn't comment on that, after all, he had told her to find a place she was most comfortable with, but on her knees, next to the sofa, that wasn't what he would have called comfortable.<br><br>"Here. Put this on, please" he asked her as he moved closer handing her the shirt, his eyes moving over her body for just a moment, but then avoiding to look at her again. Part of his brain still considered it a joke of sorts, and why not play along with that joke.<br><br>He sipped from his drink again, putting the glass back on the bar and then realizing something. "Do you want a drink ?" he asked her, remembering to play host. There was a slight pause at the end of that sentence, but Michael knew that just like pets, if he named her, he'd have difficulty parting from her. And she really upset his evening, his plans for the weekend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 12:51:06</strong>
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				She was confused as to why he would want her to cover up...until she realized that perhaps she was unattractive to him. The thought made her pale a little bit, the thought of her Master not finding her desirable making her heart thunder in her chest nervously. Swallowing the lump of fear, she reached for the dress shirt and slipped it on, buttoning it halfway up.<br><br>"No, Sir, I do not wish for a drink, but thank you," Her voice was soft as she kept her head bowed. She felt so...useless. In the Training center they had told her that she would have a lot to do, she would be so busy running the house for her Master. But now...here she was, simply sitting there. She knew she shouldn't speak out of term but she <em>truly</em> wished to please him, and so she peeked up at him from under her lashes and murmured quietly, "Master...?"<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she clasped her hands in front of her body and said softly, "I know that I have come as a surprise to you but I only wish to make your life easier. I am here for you, Sir, to serve you." With a trembling hand she reached up and gently touched his hand with her fingertips, her voice soft, "Won't you let me take care of you, Sir?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 14:59:08</strong>
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				He looked somewhat relieved when she covered herself up with his shirt and his posture relaxed. <em>"Okay, now you can think, Michael"</em> he whispered to himself as he was no longer distracted that much by her, <em>"So think. What are you going to do with her. You already accepted that she has no clue who she is. So, are you going to call the cops ? Let them deal with her ? She's obviously nuts."</em><br><br>And at that moment in his thoughts she touched his fingers lightly and Michael looked down to where their fingers met, his train of thought lost. "This is still freaking me out." he said to her and then moved his hand back, "It's really not normal to have a girl in a trunk send to you. Let alone a girl who thinks you're her Master and is almost pleading to do something. And a pretty one at that."
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 15:16:45</strong>
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				The disappointment showed in her eyes when he moved his hand away, breaking the contact of their hands. She lowered her head once more and thought of something she could say, offer some kind of comfort. "Sir...if I may..." Slowly she stood up and took a step closer to him, her dark eyes flashing to his before they lowered in submission. "I simply wish to...make you happy." She didn't think that was such a difficult offer, in fact, most would jump at that.<br><br>Licking her lips, she offered, "Why don't you...sit down and perhaps...relax. I can make you something to eat...or rub your back." The sudden light in her eyes as she looked up at him made her eyes sparkle. It was clear that she was eager to do something for him, "I can run you a bath...perhaps fix you another drink?" Tilting her head, she looked at him, the light dimming just a bit as she whispered, "It may not be normal, but...here I am, Master. And all I wish to do is...serve you."
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 15:44:24</strong>
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				As she rose to her a feat, he moved back, a bit startled. But as she looked at him their eyes met for just a moment. He wasn't rejecting her, but he was just not all all certain what to do about her.<br><br>A whole series of questions raced through his mind, but they all came down to one simple question. "Why ?" he asked her, his tone soft and still confused. <em>"Why is she here ? Why is she acting like this ? Why me ?</em> Michael's thoughts went. The whole idea upsetting in many ways to him, though not so much that he would get angry. It just went against anything he was taught, and anything he learned.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 15:50:09</strong>
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				Why? The question stopped her and for a second, she frowned, completely lost as to what to say. It was never questioned as to why she wanted to please him, it simply was engraved in her. She had been raised from a young age in the arts of submission and when she had taken the steps to womanhood, she had been trained on pleasure as well.<br><br>"Because...it makes me happy," She finally answered, her tone showing her confusion as to his question. She gave him a slow, beautiful smile, her head lowering slightly. "Your happiness, Master...means I have done what I was born to do."
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 16:02:21</strong>
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				<em>"Again that word."</em> he thought and barely stopped from wincing. "Michael." he corrected her, "Not .... No, my name is Michael." The whole serving part wasn't actually that weird, although some of the services implied where. For parts of his life he had been surrounded with staff, flunkies and what else. Either during his childhood with absent parents, being left to nannies and maids. To now, where he had a whole office full of people running at his request, a housekeeper and a doorman.<br><br>"But you don't even know me." he said to her, "You don't even have a name.... all I know of you is that you call yourself a gift. That you, for some reason think you have to serve me. And that that does entail a whole lot more than bringing me coffee and doing laundry."<br><br>He paused for a moment and looked at her again. "And I don't know you. Who says you're not some sneaky robber ? Or something else ?" he said, voicing his concerns.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 10:17:26</strong>
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				Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked at him, growing just as confused at his comments. The first one was the most important one and she shook her head slightly, "My apologies, Sir...but I do not think it is appropriate to call you by your first name. Master is what you are to me...for me not to use it would be a sign of great disrespect." Her lips curved into a soft smile as she added quietly, "And you deserve nothing but respect."<br><br><em>A robber?</em> Shaking her head slightly, she murmured softly, "I am merely a servant to you, Sir. I do not have a name because I do not require one; I am simply here to serve your needs and to make sure you are well taken care of." She raised her head up slightly and looked at him before looking down, a small smile flirting along her lips.<br><br>"And...if it pleases you, Sir, we can begin little by little. You can watch me and make sure that I am not here to cause any trouble and then if you must leave somewhere, you may lock me in a room. And I can begin with the household duties so that you may feel...comfortable in allowing me to do the rest of the...duties." She was trying to help and she hoped she was...fear still gripped her at the thought of being kicked out.
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 10:41:03</strong>
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				He took a deep breath as he listened to her, trying to concentrate, looking at her and seeing her fear. And then he nodded. "Alright, you can stay." he said softly, "For now. Until I know what I am going to do with you." Michael wasn't giving in, but he was just not sure what to do with her, but she looked harmless enough. And if she was just nuts like he suspected she was, then he probably had to kick her in the streets and he wasn't really up to that. Not on a weekend.<br><br><em>"You're just keeping her because of the other duties."</em> his own thoughts taunted him between that rationalization, and he was actually glad his body didn't betray him, because he did find her physically attractive. "I will call you Dara." he said to her, "It's a name and it does mean gift. And do you want something to eat too, Dara, because I will make some."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 10:47:14</strong>
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				Dara. He had named her! The smile that blossomed over her lips made her eyes shine as she rushed to him and took his hand, pressing her lips to his knuckles, "Oh thank you, sir! Thank you so much!" Her heart was thundering in her chest a mile a minute for multiple reasons. The main one was that he had named her...the second was that he was keeping her! She had a home! She had a Master! Now her life would have purpose! Meaning!<br><br>"Oh Sir, please," Dara pleaded softly, the eagerness obvious in her eyes, "Let me make something for you, sir? Just sit and relax and whatever you want to eat, I will make it for you." She bowed her head, unaware that she still had her hands grasping his one hand.
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 12:17:12</strong>
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				"For now..." he repeated softly, after her very happy reaction, which didn't startle him as much as it should. His refrigerator was well stocked, as the one thing he normally liked to do on his own was cook. <em>"There's no harm in letting her earn her keep, Michael."</em> that little voice in his head said, <em>"Let's you do some more work."</em><br><br>He nodded at her. "You can cook." he said and looked at her with a smile, "Go ahead, surprise me. I will do some work then." Carefully he freed his hand from her grasp and returned to the hallway to get his briefcase, then entering the door next to his bedroom, a room he had converted to a study and he sat down behind his desk, ignoring 'Dara' for a while as he needed to think.<br><br>The searches he did on the internet showed very little about anything she had told him, mostly erotic writing forums and websites. Nothing in the missing person's database either, at least nobody fitting her description. And he was too distracted by her presence to actually work. His fingers drumming on the desk lightly as he was distracted by his thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 12:51:16</strong>
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				She practically floated towards the kitchen when he gave her permission to cook. Things were turning out even better than she had expected! As Dara moved throughout the kitchen, familiarizing herself with everything that was in stock and that was available to her, she debated what to cook to make it the first meal for her Master. It had to be...perfect.<br><br>Little by little she began to bring out food; chicken breasts, asparagus and even a few small potatoes. In no time the kitchen smelled of cooking food, her steps swift as she worked throughout the kitchen as if she had been cooking there for years. She hummed to herself as she prepared the meal, her eyes showing the concentration she had at the task at hand.<br><br>Almost an hour and a half later, she was grabbing the plates from the cabinet and then placing the meal on the dining room table. Deciding on a red wine, she opened it and filled it halfway before she set the wine down next to his plate. Nibbling on her lower lip, she went to the door he had entered and called out politely, "Master? Food is ready." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 21:28:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was still looking to find anything that would fit this, but didn't really come across anything. Not even in his court files.&nbsp; Even the legal precedents were vague on this matter. As in, he would not be held liable, which was really some relief to him. He then proceeded with his work, his focus almost returning even though he smelled the cooking, and he almost missed her call.<br><br>"I'll be right there, Dara." he said, using the name he had given her, and he closed of his files, locked his drawers and computer, for she might just be the burglar still and then he walked back into the living room, smiling a little. "It smells delicious." he said as he sat down at the table and looked at what she made.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 13:57:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile just about split her cheeks when he commented that it smelled delicious. As soon as he sat down, she moved forward and said quietly, a slight nervousness to her tone, "It's just boneless chicken breast with small potatoes and asparagus soaked in a red wine. I hope it pleases you, sir."<br><br>Everything inside of her screamed to kneel down next to him and simply wait for his next command but she knew -- from the look in his eyes -- that he was still getting used to her being His. She just had to give him time. Swallowing hard, Dara commented softly, "Master? My training says I should kneel by your chair. May I...do so?"<br><br>Perhaps if she informed him of the things she was doing...he wouldn't be so surprised by it? Then maybe he would accept his role a bit easier. Dara could only hope so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 19:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her as she told him what was for dinner, but when his eyes scanned the table he realized something and looked at her, only catching the last end of her request.<br><br>"Of course, you may join me for dinner, Dara." he said to her with a warm smile, "What made you think you couldn't ? You did all this work."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 14:19:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a smile of relief when he agreed to her request and Dara wasted no time at all in lowering herself to her knees right next to his seat, her hands tucked in her lap. She found it a bit strange that he would call her duties 'work'. It wasn't really work; she enjoyed what she did. And she could only hope that the dinner had come out to his satisfaction.<br><br>Lowering her head, she spoke quietly, "I hope the dinner pleases you, Sir. I did not know what your favorite dish was but I think with time...I will figure it out and perfect it for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 20:57:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her very puzzled when she knelt next to him and opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again. He changed his mind for a moment and picked up his utensils and started to eat. "It's quite good." he said after taking the first few bites, humming slightly with approval, "I could get used to this."<br><br>He was halfway through his meal quite soon and looked at her. "Did you take care of yourself while cooking for me ?" he asked her softly, "Or ... is this just for me and will you take whatever I give you ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 23:51:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her cheeks redden just a bit as she heard his question, pleased that he would concern himself with her nutrition. She spoke softly, her voice betraying the pleasure she felt, "No, Sir, I have not eaten yet. I will feed once my Master is taken care of." She raised her head and looked into his eyes, showing the warmth in her gaze, "You are most kind to ask, Sir."<br><br>She lowered her head back down, her eyes sparkling with delight. Regardless, she was not that hungry. She had often gone for days without food merely to train her body to only accept the nutrition her Master provided her. At the moment, Dara could go a full week with nothing but water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 11:30:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then next time we eat, set a plate for yourself at the table too." he said and smiled a little at her, before continuing to eat finishing quite soon. It was much better than the one pan dishes he cooked for himself, if he cooked at all and didn't just order in.<br><br>Completely out of habit, when he was done with eating he picked up the dishes and walked to the kitchen to clean up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 16:57:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				More than anything, Dara wanted to object and tell him that she could take the plate into the kitchen; after all, she had to clean the mess she had made. She would eat afterward when the Master was happy and asleep. Swallowing hard, she debated remaining at the table or standing up and following him. She did not know what he wanted from her.<br><br>Slowly standing up, Dara followed him into the kitchen and said softly, "Sir? May I clean up?...You don't have to worry about the mess, I can clean it." Her lips quivered into a slight smile as she added, hopeful, "Perhaps I can...draw you a bath? Or...aide you in a good night's sleep?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 17:54:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't give a reply to her first question, instead he just gave her a drying cloth as he filled the sink with hot water and a little soap. And as the water ran started loading up the plates and all the utensils they had used, looking at her and smiling slightly.<br><br>"If you really want, Dara, you can help me clean up. But in college I learned that the one who cooks doesn't have to clean up." he said to her warmly. His own thoughts at that moment were processing her other two requests especially the later and as he started washing, he eyed her for a bit and looked thoughtful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 18:35:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a look of shock in her eyes when she realized that he was going to...help her...clean. No! This isn't how she was supposed to take care of him! But even as she thought of it, Dara swallowed down her objection and simply nodded, taking the drying cloth and waiting for him to begin.<br><br>"It is...different...between us," Dara began softly as she spared him a look and then looked back down at the drying cloth in her hand. "I...enjoy cleaning up and doing things for you. You say I don't have to clean up...but I <em>want</em> to clean up." Her lips curved into a slow smile as she looked at Michael, her voice pleasant. "It gives me something to do. To enjoy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 18:52:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you are doing something for me." he said with a slight smile as he finished with the first plate and held it out to her, "You're keep me company. Besides, if I wasn't cleaning up right now, I'd be working again. And I don't believe you if you say that you actually enjoy cleaning up. Nobody enjoys that."<br><br>He smiled a little more as he looked at her again. "I have no idea what you're expecting of me, but there are just some things I don't do." he said, "One is to let a pretty girl like you do the dishes on her own. Others are ....."<br><br>Michael paused and shook his head slightly. He couldn't tell her that he was also brought up with the whole concept of properly rewarding those that work for you. Mostly because he had a glimmer of an idea what she would consider a reward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 13:30:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted to say that people enjoyed cleaning when it was their duty and a way to earn favor for their Master but Dara once more kept quiet. He was speaking to her in such a...nice way; friendly and very kind. She liked that very much, it made her hopeful that he would accept her and let her remain with him for as long as possible.<br><br>"So..." As she took the first plate and dried it, she couldn't help the blush to her cheek as she asked curiously, "Does that mean that you're going to be helping me with the dishes, Master?" She didn't want him to feel forced to do it; it was her job, after all. But she had to admit...the thought of him doing a chore to help her, it confused her. Made her...happy...and panicked...<br><br>Forcing herself to pay attention to what he was saying, she tilted her head slightly and looked at him, her tone curious, "Others are?" She opened the cabinet were the plates were and set it down before going back to Michael, her eyes on his. She truly wanted to know what other things he had been thinking about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 16:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to her and watched her blush with a smile. "That means I'll help you with the dishes, Dara." he said to her he nodded slightly.<em> "Others are ?"</em> he thought and looked at her a little sideways, <em>"You did say that, now why don't you answer."</em><br><br>Michael took a deep breath and washed some more of the dishes, handing her the items when he was done with them and then he nodded. But he didn't say anything immediately and continued as he thought over all of the rules he had for himself and the expectations he had of others. Some of them handed down from his family, others he picked up in college and during work.<br><br>He put down the brush and looked at her. "There are many rules I follow. But of those some are most important." he said softly. "To respect the believes of others, even if you don't agree. But only as long as the others show you the same respect for your believes. Never owe anyone money or favors for long. If you do, pay them back as soon as possible. Always treat those working for you with decency and respect and reward them properly for their work. And never accept handouts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 15:51:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything he was saying brought a warmth to her heart. She was slowly starting to realize that her Master was a man of character. He wasn't cruel or bitter -- at least, not what she had gathered -- but he was just and he was equal. She admired that in him a lot; and it pleased her to serve him.<br><br>Dara worked quickly as she dried the plates and the rest of the items he had given her. Since she had been the one to take them out, she knew where they went, so she kept putting the items up as she listened to him. Once he was done, she turned to look at him and spoke with a fond smile crossing her lips, "You sound like a reasonable Master, sir."<br><br>She bowed her head and felt a flash of desire run through her body. She had a feeling like he would be an attentive lover. While she had been specifically told that she was supposed to serve his pleasure and do his bidding...Dara couldn't help but hope that he was a generous and kind lover as he was a person. She placed a hand on his shoulder and couldn't help but bow her head slightly, "I wish to learn so much from you...if you'll let me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 20:07:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her for a moment as she placed the items back, emptying the sink, cleaning the up and then putting everything he used away. "I am still not sure though, Dara." he said, voicing his concerns, "You do look like a nice person, but ... well .. you talk crazy. And I think you actually believe what you are saying and that's the worrying thing for me."<br><br>Michael paused and looked at her quite seriously. "I have no idea what you expect of me. Or even what to do with you." he said softly, "I've looked in on it on my computer, and you're not in any missing person's database. Nor is what you propose illegal. But those things leave me with that one question, and I think I know your answer. What am I going to do with you ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 12:59:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't think that she talked crazy; after all, she had been raised to believe what she spoke and she had been involved in the training almost all her life. Dara tilted her head slightly as she finished drying the last of the plates and set them in the cabinet before closing the door. "I..." There's was no 'correct' way to express herself; Dara had a feeling that he wouldn't understand her even if she tried to break it down.<br><br>"Sir," She murmured, her head bowed as she hung the cloth to dry, "I am yours to do as you wish. I would...I mean...If you are to kick me out of your home, I truly have no where to go. I can do whatever you want of me. I can cook, clean, keep your home tidy." She raised her head and looked into his eyes, her gaze heated for a moment, "I can pleasure you, sir; with my mouth or...any part of my body that you wish for."<br><br>Her cheeks had tinted just a little bit before she finished softly, "I am yours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 17:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her last words had an unintended effect on him, as he had already thought about taking her up on that part, but now she voiced it, and he turned away from her, walking to the living room, to hide the stirring in his pants.<br><br>"For now you can stay." he said to her, as he walked to the last door to the central area and opened it. The guestroom was clean and ready to be used. The adjacent room, with which it shared a shower and a bathroom, he mostly used for storage. It was way too big an apartment for just a single man, but that's what you get when you inherit things.<br><br>"Dara, you can have this room." he said to her, as he didn't actually plan to kick her out on the street just for being crazy. Besides, her presence saved him to have to hire a replacement for his vacationing housekeeper. Room and board, in return for her keeping the place tidy and clean. <em>"And clear your own pipes."</em> that little voice in the corner of his head muttered, to which Michael reacted a bit annoyed. "Yours for the next three weeks, in return for cleaning up this place and keeping it tidy." he said calmly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 19:24:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he turned away, Dara felt like he had slapped her. Perhaps...oh! Perhaps that was why he did not want her around! Because...he had someone else already? Oh...But the ones at the Facility had said he was ready for her. So...was he not?<br><br>"Thank you, sir," Dara said quietly as she looked at the room he provided her. It was nice; no, it was better than nice. It was grand. But...she was to sleep alone? Dara had never slept by herself before. Even in the facility, she had shared a room with three other slaves. Now she had her very own room...the thought scared her. And excited her.<br><br>She took a step towards the room and then looked at the bathroom and said quietly, her voice polite, "You are most kind, Sir, to allow me my own room and bathroom." She swallowed hard and couldn't help the slight desperation in her voice as she asked softly, "Are you sure there is nothing else...you'd like from me?" She did not mind cleaning or keeping the house tidy; after all, a home was a reflection of her Master and she wanted to make sure that he was most well represented. But still...that was all?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 22:15:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her bed was a king sized bed with two night stands on each side, as well as several cabinets against the walls. It didn't look like there had been anyone here in some time though. Michael listened to her question and looked puzzled for a moment, his mind out of the gutter, and then he realized what she was talking about and he shook his head slightly.<br><br>"I can't take advantage of you." he said to her, although much more to himself, "It's already not feeling entirely right to give you room and board. But we'll see what happens over the weekend ?"<br><br>He took a deep breath and looked at her again, his eyes moving over her body and then his eyes snapped up. "I have some work to finish." he said to her, "Feel free to watch some television, or look around." He walked away and went into his office and actually did go to work, trying to clear his head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:25:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dara sat on the king size bed he had given to her, unsure of what to do. He did not require her services, and the house was fairly clean. She sat for a few minutes playing with the buttons of the dress shirt he had given her to wear, at a loss for what was expected of her. She felt...oh, she felt like a complete failure!<br><br>Tears came to her eyes at the thought of having disappointed her Master. She was trying! She had done everything that she had learned in the Facility. Why...why did he not want her?<br><br>A quiet sigh escaped her as she moved from the adjacent bathroom to the storage space. It looked a bit dirty, maybe...she could clean it? It would definitely give her something to do and it would keep her from bothering him. Because right now, more than anything, she wanted to ask her Master why he was so displeased with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 01:01:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The storage space was a bedroom, similar to the one he had given to her, except this one was almost entirely packed with cardboard boxes. Stacked three to four layers high. The boxes were all labeled and it looked like it was his entire past, as well as the past of his parents. And indeed this place was dirty, as everything had collected a thin layer of dust. Not having been disturbed in a long time.<br><br>Michael was sitting in his office and was working away at a file he needed to study, books open on his desk as he was reading the related paragraphs of international laws and shaking his head, taking notes and then reading more. But unlike other times his mind really wasn't on it, as his thoughts kept drifting back to the weird events that had happened so far, and the girl that was smack in the middle of it all.<br><br>He decided to leave his work and headed into the living room, and took another drink, sitting down on the single chair almost facing the flatscreen and turning it on, skipping through the channels, trying to divert himself from his thoughts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 05:05:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A quiet sneeze escaped her as she moved one box around, making sure to remain quiet so as not to disturb her Master. She wasn't going to open the boxes because they were private, but she could at least move them around so they offered more space. Perhaps then...well, perhaps then he might be pleased with her. Dara could only hope.<br><br>She had taken a towel from the bathroom and had moisten it and was washing away the furniture and the items that she could. She was curious as could be about what in the world was in all of those boxes but she dared not ask her Master. And she dared not open them either! If they were something personal then she would have done something else to upset Michael. She truly did not want to do that; this was to win her way back to his good graces.<br><br>Little by little though she was starting to realize that perhaps she shouldn't have disturbed the dust as she sneezed again. After she ran a quick washcloth over most of the furniture she went back to the bathroom and rinsed out the towel before she sneezed again. Oh dear...this certainly backfired on her!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 10:04:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he was watching the television, he thought he heard something in the storage room, actually not too upset about it, as the room only contained boxes with personal things inside. Everything that could be given away was given away, everything that was too large was sold or thrown away, only leaving those truly personal affects, gathered over the years by his parents and himself.<br><br>"Dara!" he called out to her, when he heard that noise again, his voice loud, but not unkind, "What are you doing ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 14:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound of Micheal's voice caused her to jump slightly and she winced, not knowing whether to be honest or to just give a little white lie. She decided to be honest; any lie was a form of disrespect to her Master. Swallowing hard, she sneezed once more as she walked out of the bathroom and exited her bedroom, her cheeks slightly flushed.<br><br>"I..." She sneezed and then looked down, completely ashamed, "I tried to help, Sir...by cleaning in the other room. But...the dust and I...I didn't have the door open so now..." She sneezed again and blushed, "...now I can't stop sneezing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 17:18:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That room hasn't been cleaned since I moved in, Dara." he said and smiled a little at her sneezing, "There's no need to clean that. It is storage. Of course it gets dusty." He shook his head slightly, as he really couldn't care less about the stuff in the storage room, he just didn't find the time to sort through all of it and throw away what didn't matter. And then he had better things to do with his time. And then he just stopped caring about it.<br><br>"Why don't you join me for some television ?" he asked her and smiled, "I am slacking myself as it's very difficult to concentrate today. And it's a weekend, so there's bound to be something good on. At least somewhere. You choose." And he tossed the remote control on the couch for her and looked at her with a kind smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 13:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A sense of loss came over her as she sneezed one final time and nodded slightly; he wouldn't understand that it wasn't the act of cleaning but more...of feeling useful. Dara wanted to show him that she was eager to please and that he could count on her for everything. But...it appeared like she wouldn't get a chance to do that. Bowing her head slightly, she nodded and followed him out to the living room. Her eyes flashed to the television before she looked at the remote that he had tossed at her.<br><br>"I don't...really know what's on the television..." Dara began quietly before she reached for it. Deciding to be bold, she moved to where Micheal was and knelt down by his feet, almost between his legs as she handed him the remote back. "You may watch TV if you'd like sir...I'd rather just sit near you and enjoy your company."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 14:01:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael took the remote and just looked at her, not at the television. But he did not say anything about her place there and then he nodded slightly and changed around the channels to find a movie to watch. And then he looked at the screen, but so close between his legs, she could see he was having something entirely different on his mind than what was happening in the explosions and shootings on the screen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 14:07:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Why would he not let her help!? Dara could see that he was becoming aroused and she ached to please him. Swallowing hard, knowing she was making so many mistakes but knowing deep in her heart that this one was going to be worth it, Dara reached out and laid her head on his lap, pressing her cheek to his crotch.<br><br>She whispered softly, her voice breathless, "Sir please...please allow me to help..." She turned her head so that her lips were softly grazing his covered shaft, her mouth parted as she kissed him through his slacks. She could feel him...she knew what to do!...but she had to wait for his approval. If he pushed her away, Dara didn't know what she would do! This is what she was had been shaped to do, why couldn't he let her do her duties to him?!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 09:42:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael jumped back when she touched he crotch, almost falling over with chair and all and looking very surprised at her. "What... are you doing ?!" he gasped as his eyes locked on her. As he looked at her several thoughts were running through his mind, but even so, he moved as far away from her as he could.<br><br><em>"Oh, you know what she's doing."</em> one part of his brain told him in a teasing voice, <em>"Just let her."</em> Another thought was telling him that he should take advantage of her, as there was obviously something wrong with her and that would make it just wrong. For just a little moment these two voices battled each other and then one won, for now.<br><br>His hand reached out to touch her cheek lightly. "You don't have to do that, Dara." he whispered at her, his voice soft and gentle as his body relaxed, "You can stay for a little while. You don't have to do that to convince me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 13:47:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes widened when he jumped away from her, the hurt flashing in her eyes. She watched him with a mixture of sadness and frustration; the look in her eyes betraying the way she felt. How could this be happening? She was good at what she did!<br><br>"No!" Dara called out rather loudly before she looked down, squeezing her eyes shut. She was being a horrible slave right now, going against her Master's orders. But did he not realize this was not out of force or obligation? Dara swallowed hard as she whispered, "Sir...please believe me when I say that I know I don't <em>have</em> to. I <em>want</em> to."<br><br>She tilted her head and rubbed her cheek against his hand, her eyes staring up at his, imploring him to understand. "Please, Master, let me pleasure you. If not with my mouth then with my hands. Let me show you everything I have to offer you." She knew it was pathetic to beg but she had to try and reach him. "Please sir...please, I want to do this..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 15:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. And then again. Trying to calm himself and most of all control himself. Externally he looked a little distraught, but the conflict inside of him was much more violent. He had already made up his mind, but her response actually made him change it. He had planned to give in to his more base side, but now he wasn't too sure actually.<br><br>"Will that satisfy you, Dara ?" he asked, as his mind couldn't resolve the conflict and he just decided to take the middle road.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 18:00:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes!" She almost cried out but swallowed down the urge, looking at him pleadingly. She reached out a hand and slowly caressed his knee, not being too bold as to touch his length immediately. She took a slow deep breath and said in a softer tone, "Sir, it would be such an honor to...pleasure you...and touch you..and..." the last was said in a whisper, "...taste you..."<br><br>Her hand continued to move higher up until Dara had to scoot forward and settle herself once more between his legs. She began to unzip his pants, her breath stilled. She couldn't make any kind of rapid movement; if she did, she was certain he would tell her to stop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 18:40:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hadn't actually given her permission, but he smiled slightly as he had already decided to give in. What else could he do with someone who really seemed to get upset over being denied to give him pleasure. To him she was crazy, but nothing in his own rules said anything about letting a crazy woman do what she was going to do.<br><br>Michael's smile broadened and he nodded at her, already fully erect, and straining to leave his underwear, when she pulled down the zipper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 03:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His nod was everything she needed to do what she wanted to do. Dara unbuttoned his pants and was quick to slide her hand inside and pull his cock free of his pants and underwear. She felt his hardness and his heat and she whimpered softly in return, her breathing accelerating. Perhaps once he saw how devoted and dedicated she truly was, he would not question her motives?<br><br>Shifting as close as possible, Dara slowly leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his cock before she opened her mouth and began to take him inside. A whimpered moan escaped her as she twirled her tongue along the underside of his shaft before she took him even further inside her mouth, sucking on him slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 10:59:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael gripped the armrests of his chair and closed his eyes. When her lips touched his hardness, it jumped a little as if to greet her. With a pleasured sigh, he surrendered to the sensations. At least for the moment.<br><br>His breath went faster when she took it in her mouth. His last 'relationship' was almost a year ago. And ever since she entered, he had already thought about using her for his pleasure. At least somewhere in the back of his mind. And it made it so hard to think.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 14:03:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When his cock jumped slightly, Dara let out a purr of delight, swiping her tongue along the tip of his member. This was her chance to prove to him that if anything...he could use her body for his pleasure. What better way to keep her place than to make sure her Master was satisfied in the most primal ways?<br><br>Her throat relaxed as she took more of him inside, her lips wrapped tightly around him as she began to move her head up and down, sucking him deeply. A groan escaped her, clearly enjoying what she was doing to him, her tongue unable to remain still as it attacked his length, flicking her tongue back and forth over his member.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 09:47:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fists clenched almost immediately once she started to suck him immediately. Michael groaned softly, but there were two parts to his groans. One sounded like distress, and the other pleasure. His hips started to move just a little, to meet her warm mouth, and shaft was throbbing, with an increased heartbeat.<br><br>"FUCK!!" he cursed, his breath escaping his lungs afterward, as he came, for his own opinion way too fast, and then after a gasp of air, "Fuck!!!" And he leaned back in his chair panting from his climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gift [GrapeTootsiePop &amp; Dingo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 16:14:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A low, muffled moan escaped her as she heard his exclamation, continuing to suck him hungrily as she felt him release inside of her mouth. Dara didn't think that he had orgasmed too quickly or not, for her, she was just so pleased to have helped out her Master! She hoped that he wouldn't keep his sexual needs from her anymore.<br><br>She continued to suck tenderly until she had taken every drop inside before she pulled back and looked at him, her eyes glazed with such pleasure and happiness. "Please, Sir...do not ever think this is forced. I enjoy pleasing you..." Her cheeks reddened a bit as she added, "...And I enjoy how you taste as well."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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