College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)
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				Title: <strong>College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 03:39:38</strong>
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				It was their fourth party of the night, and nearing 1 am - still early hours for a college student. Lianne followed her friends out of the dark alley and onto the lawn of a small brick house. They had wandered so far from the dorms that they had made it to off campus housing - Lianne looked around, an excited glimmer in her eyes as she and her friends drew nearer to the house. They could see it was dark inside, with a few colorful lights and the resonating thump of music.<br><br>This was the life, freshman year - five hundred miles from home, no one around to tell her what to do, quickly making friends with like minded girls who understood her need to go out and just have a good time and forget all her cares. She tried not to look like too much of an excited dork, not being a complete virgin to the party scene - she could tell already high school parties just didn't have anything on college parties.<br><br>When the girls entered they were immediately greeted by wafts of smoke and the smell of alcohol. There was a different feeling of the place, much different from the dorm and frat parties the girls had just gone through - clearly not all the people at this party were undergrads, muchless college students. Little did they realize that they had stumbled upon one of the best spots for the university city nightlife, open to more than just the campus.<br><br>Lianne walked by a giant alcohol spread and grabbed a shot that was glowing bright blue under a blacklight, and tossed it back, letting the warm feeling fizzle down her throat and throughout her system. The music flooding her ears, she followed her girlfriends into the midst of a dark mass of moving bodies, and instantly found herself at home dancing with complete strangers.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 03:46:40</strong>
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				Kiera had come to the party.&nbsp; She wasn't *crazy* about parties, as such, but it was about the only way to meet people short of heading to the goth clubs.&nbsp; Much as she liked the goth roleplaying, it got a little 'precious' after a while.&nbsp; So many wannabees, so many people *completely* out of touch with reality.&nbsp; So she was here.&nbsp; She perched in a corner, draped over a velvet settee, lighting the end of a tiny purple metal pipe and sucking in the sickly-sweet smoke.&nbsp; She held it in her lungs, letting it out slowly.&nbsp; Puff after puff til she finished the pipe.&nbsp; *Now* she was ready to party, and she pushed out onto the dance floor, like a tiger looking for fresh meat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 04:05:23</strong>
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				Lianne danced with many different people that night, sometimes with her girlfriends, feeling the eyes of the men around them following their every move; here and there with different guys college aged and older, and that was another incredibly liberating experience. She was careful not to get too friendly, keeping in mind her boyfriend Mark at home.<br><br>Pausing for a drink at a nearby table, Lianne found herself next to a girl who was unlike anyone she had laid eyes on that night. A lovely, dark haired brunette. Even in the dark, one could tell that the girl's skin was as pale as could be. She confidently made her way into the crowd and for some reason Lianne was drawn to her, feeling curious. She finished the last of her drink, tossed the glass aside, and moved into the crowd behind the girl, feeling slightly stalkerish.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 04:19:32</strong>
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				Kiera could feel the eyes on her.&nbsp; The feeling of being watched, being followed.&nbsp; She had to see who it was, and turned suddenly and sharply.&nbsp; Her 'stalker' was a blonde, solid-citizen type.&nbsp; Pretty, curvy, nicely dressed.&nbsp; Not the sort to be playing with edgy goth girls in corsets with fingerless lace gloves and long silver nails.&nbsp; All of which intrigued Kiera.&nbsp; Maybe it was just a bored college girl, wanting to slum it a bit, but it was worth some time to find out for sure.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled.&nbsp; Not a big smile, no teeth,&nbsp; Just her lush red-black lips, curling up at the edges.&nbsp; "See something you like?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 04:33:14</strong>
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				Lianne's eyes grew wide, realizing that the girl she was following had turned around and noticed her. Feeling herself turning a bright pink, she hoped it wouldn't be visible in the dark.<br><br>"I... um..." Lianne stuttered, unsure what exactly to say.She just shook her head and decided to just say it. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, I just... I've never seen anyone like you before." She felt stupid, a sheltered girl who had grown up not really knowing anything different than her middle-class, Christian town, and fully aware of it.<br><br>She eyed Kiera's snugly fitting corset, suddenly wondering herself what it would feel like to be wearing something like that. It was in sharp contrast to her own baby blue halter top, matching skirt, and cowboy boots.<br><br>Lianne felt like a fool. "I didn't mean to..." Lianne started edging away slowly, backing into people dancing behind her, and for the first time in her life, found herself tongue tied and sheepish.
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 04:40:08</strong>
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				Kiera smiled a litle bigger, showing just a little of her white teeth underneath.&nbsp; She moved in closer, wrapping an arm around the waist of the 'cowgirl'.&nbsp; She did love country girls.&nbsp; "You didn't mean to...what?&nbsp; C'mon.&nbsp; Make it up to me.&nbsp; Dance with me."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 04:49:37</strong>
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				Never one to turn down an invitation to dance with anyone, Lianne moved back towards the stranger, the awkward moment forgotten quickly. Lianne laughed at herself for feeling intimidated, finding that their bodies fit together perfectly, their movements coming together in the right rhythm. The girl was a good dancer, and Lianne was glad to find someone of her own caliber on the dance floor.<br><br>"What's your name?" Lianne found herself asking the girl, still feeling the need to know more about her. "I'm Lianne."
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 04:53:18</strong>
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				"I'm Kiera.&nbsp; I like Lianne.&nbsp; Good name, not trendy.&nbsp; Kiera, unfortunately, is trendy now."&nbsp; Kiera shrugged, as if bearing the burden of a trendy name.&nbsp; "But I still like it.&nbsp; So you a college girl?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 05:01:43</strong>
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				Lianne smiled, amused by Kiera's name-analyzing. She nodded at the question. "Yeah, I am." She chose to not mention the fact that she was a freshman, and continued, not quite able to figure out Kiera's age, "What about you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 05:09:15</strong>
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				"Me too.&nbsp; Working on my bachelor's in criminlogy."&nbsp; She chuckled.&nbsp; "Planning on becoming the first Goth CIA agent, maybe.&nbsp; How about you?"&nbsp; Kiera liked the feel of Lianna against her.&nbsp; And anyone who could dance like that... well, it made Kiera curious how well she'd move naked on her bed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 05:16:00</strong>
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				Lianne thought quickly, sifting through her interests - she hadn't been there long enough to even declare a major! "French. And Biology... I honestly still don't know what I'm going to do with those," she replied, breathing lightly as she felt Kiera's body moving smoothly against hers. She was enjoying herself as well, feeling something much different than when she danced with her girls, or even with her own boyfriend. She bit her lip, feelings of delight and curiosity pulsing through her. <br><br>She moved a little bit closer to Kiera, their arms intertwining briefly as they moved to the beat. What was she doing? "Just go with the flow," she thought to herself, "Nothing wrong with doing what feels good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 05:19:40</strong>
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				"You come to parties like this a lot?"&nbsp; Kiera almost wanted to scream, going through the rigid little formalism of small talk.&nbsp; When what she really wanted was to push Lianna against a wall and kiss her hard.&nbsp; See what happened.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 05:26:55</strong>
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				"Er... yeah," Lianne said, trying again to gloss over the fact that she was a newcomer to the area. Suddenly feeling a bit odd about what she was doing, she took a step back. Kiera was still an incredibly intriguing person, despite the same old conversational cliches they had been exchanging. Lianne was getting mixed feelings about what exactly she was doing, but wanted to stay with the girl.<br><br>"I need a breather, and another drink!" Lianne said, looking up at Kiera, "Come with me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 05:33:04</strong>
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				"I could go for a drink."&nbsp; Kiera took a deep breath, as much as she *could* in the corset, and followed Lianne to the alcohol spread.&nbsp; <br><br>She picked up a red jello shot, downing it.&nbsp; Then she picked up a cold green bottle of Woodchuck, twisting off the cap and sipping it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 05:42:16</strong>
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				Lianne followed suit, helping herself to a few of the jello shots, her favorite. She topped it off by digging in a barrelful of ice and finding a bottle of hard cider. She felt a pair of eyes on her as she took a swig, and looking into the crowd, realized it was one of the girls she had arrived with, giving her a strange look. She just smiled back, not paying attention to her friends who were now discussing something deeply.<br><br>"So er... what do you do for fun?" Lianne wanted to kick herself for asking such a dumb question. Ah, the small talk was a killer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 05:47:39</strong>
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				Kiera grinned at that.&nbsp; "Depends on how much *fun* you're talking about.&nbsp; But I like films.&nbsp; I make the goth scene, from time to time.&nbsp; And about once a month or so I pretend to be a vampire.&nbsp; Live Action Roleplaying.&nbsp; There, now you know my geek secret.&nbsp; What about you?" 
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				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 05:58:57</strong>
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				"Roleplaying? That's interesting... I used to be in Drama," Lianne said, "I can imagine it'd be... similar. I used to think I was going to be an actress," she laughed. "And as for something geeky... I used to play the flute in band, I suppose some people might think band is geeky..."<br><br>Taking another sip of her drink, she continued, "But in all honesty, I was asking about what you do for fun to see if... maybe we could go do something else?" Catching herself off guard with her own statement, she added, "I mean... I... alright, I'll confess. I'm new to the campus, and I really don't know much about this area. I'm ready to do something other than just party the night away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 06:05:40</strong>
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				Kiera grinned back at her.&nbsp; "Lots to do around here.&nbsp; Wanna take off with me?&nbsp; I've got a car here.&nbsp; I could show you around.&nbsp; Maybe take you some places you'd never go on your own." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 06:11:07</strong>
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				Feeling adventurous, Lianne smiled. "Absolutely."<br><br>She glanced over at her friends dancing in the crowd, and shook her head. If they needed her, they'd call. <br><br>As she followed Kiera outside to the car, she couldn't help but feel a pang of odd feelings. Was this a good idea, to just leave with a complete stranger who she barely knew anything about, and drive away into the night? She shook off the feelings, dismissing them as nonsense. It was college. She could do whatever she wanted.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 06:19:17</strong>
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				Kiera's car was an old black Mustang.&nbsp; A classic muscle car, obviously lovingly restored.&nbsp; She opened the passenger door for Lianne.&nbsp; "Ladies first," She said, with a wicked grin. <br><br>As Lianne settled in, Kiera reached across and snapped the lap belt on her.&nbsp; Lianne, if she looked, would get a good view down Kiera's bodice.&nbsp; "This car's old enough to not require the new seat belts."<br><br>Then Kiera moved around to the driver's side, sliding in, and pulling on her seat belt, revving up the engine.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 06:29:33</strong>
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				"Nice car," Lianne said with a wistful grin, "My dad would be jealous."<br><br>She ducked into the passenger side seat, getting comfortable as Kiera reached over and buckled her in. Lianne's eyes wandered as she looked at Kiera, who was filling her top very nicely. Lianne bit her lip again... no, she wasn't doing that purposely, was she?<br><br>"So what if she was?" Lianne thought to herself. But she found herself following Kiera's every move intently, same mixed feelings swirling around inside her mind.<br><br>"Where are we off to?" Lianne asked, as they headed down the road.
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 08:43:31</strong>
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				Kiera chuckled.&nbsp; "Thought you might like to see where I shop, for a start.&nbsp; They're open late.&nbsp; And they sell a *lot* more than clothes."&nbsp; <br><br>She pulled out onto the road.&nbsp; Once out, she let the car loose, and they started *really* driving.&nbsp; Well over the speed limit, moving fast down mostly deserted streets.&nbsp; When they hit traffic, she slowed down to a moderate pace.&nbsp; "I like to let her run a bit when I can.&nbsp; Cars like this weren't meant to behave." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 00:58:49</strong>
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				Lianne smiled as the car took off with a start, rolling down the window and enjoying the breeze, which was blowing the hair out of her face. She hadn't realized how hot she had been inside the crowded house.<br><br>She raised an eyebrow at the mention of a clothing store. A devilish grin spread across her face as she felt a sudden urge to do something unlike her usual get up. It would be a good chance to explore something different. "Do you think we could find me a corset that would suit me?" She paused to consider, "I've never really worn anything like that before." And adding with a sly grin, "And maybe some boots..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 04:50:49</strong>
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				Kiera's eyes sparkled as she looked back at Lianne.&nbsp; "I'm sure we could.&nbsp; Of course, I'd have to help you lace it up.&nbsp; It's a bitch to get it to fit *just* right." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 04:57:49</strong>
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				Lianne snapped to, realizing she had been eyeing Kiera's own shapely form in the corset, while Kiera had replied to her. Feeling quite embarrassed with herself, although she had really been doing nothing wrong, she glanced away and nodded. "Oh... I bet," she said. Looking at herself in the side view mirror, she&nbsp; imagined that a new outfit on herself would either be absolutely spectacular, or absolutely horrendous.<br><br>"You'll have to help me choose things," Lianne said, "This kind of style is completely foreign to me."<br><br>"It is wonderfully elegant," Lianne added softly, finding her eyes wandering back over to Kiera.
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 05:01:11</strong>
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				Kiera caught her little glance.&nbsp; There was a warm glow inside, this was looking promising.&nbsp; "Thanks.&nbsp; I'd be glad to help.&nbsp; Actually, given your figure, a short corset would probably be better, or even just a waist cincher.&nbsp; Pull in your waist, accent your nice hips and your tits.&nbsp; You're a lot better endowed in that area than I am."&nbsp; Kiera chuckles.&nbsp; "Part of why I wear a corset in the first place, pushes everything I *do* have to the skies."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 05:10:35</strong>
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				"That does sound like something I could use," Lianne laughed. She glanced out the window at the buildings they were flying past and wondered just how far away from campus they had gotten.
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 05:14:38</strong>
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				It wasn't much longer before the pulled in at a shop.&nbsp; The mannequins in the window were mostly dressed in clothing like Kiera's. But some..well, some were in leather out of some leather dungeon nightmare.&nbsp; And most of them had collar or wristcuffs or other restraints on, or else where carrying crops or whips or paddles.&nbsp; <br><br>Kiera grinned, a cat-in-cream smile.&nbsp; "We're here.&nbsp; C'mon."&nbsp; She got out, and waited for Lianne.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 05:37:12</strong>
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				Stepping out of the car, Lianne followed Kiera, gulping as her eyes glanced over some of the fashions in the window. Not entirely what she had been expecting... She smiled feebly, wondering what she had gotten herself into. Still, she was determined to approach the situation open mindedly... those collars did look kind of fun.
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 05:39:21</strong>
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				Kiera turned around to Lianne.&nbsp; "Oh, don't mind the heavier fetish stuff.&nbsp; Just think of it like an anthropology trip.&nbsp; The leather here is better and cheaper than at those rip-off goth stores at the mall.&nbsp; Although, of course," she winked.&nbsp; "I've been known to buy a few of the other wares on offer myself." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 05:45:54</strong>
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				Lianne grinned at Kiera as they walked past the displays and to the door. She had no idea what some of those things were for, and was tempted to ask. Glancing all around her though, Lianne couldn't help but feel really out of place. Never before had her cowboy boots seemed tackier than ever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 05:47:39</strong>
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				Kiera turned, holding Lianne's hands as she backed down an aisle.&nbsp; "We'll start with a waist cincher first.&nbsp; I think that'd work best.&nbsp; Though we should probably get you a dress to go with it...maybe something in latex."&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 07:28:43</strong>
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				"Latex?" Lianne almost laughed until she realized Kiera was being serious. "They make clothes out of that?"<br><br>Looking around, she was completely inundated by all the different varieties of clothes and shoes and accessories and everything. She realized Kiera was already far ahead of her, so she walked a bit faster to catch up, almost afraid she'd get lost in it all. <br><br>Stopping near a few items Kiera was looking at, she glanced nervously over at her and asked, "Do you really think any of this will look good on me?"
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 07:31:22</strong>
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				Kiera looked over at Lianna and licked her lips, nodding.&nbsp; "You're going to look *edible* in them."&nbsp; <br><br>She pulled a waist cincher off the shelf, tentatively pulling it around to see if it was the right size.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 09:27:16</strong>
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				The corner of Lianne's mouth pulled up in a half smile at Kiera's comment. Looking down at the waist cincher Kiera was holding up to her, she nodded. "I'll have to try this on in a dressing room, of course," Lianne said, and looking at the shelves around her, "I might actually end up taking quite a few things with me," she laughed, suddenly feeling like trying everything in the store on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 09:29:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah.&nbsp; I'll come in, help you lace it up."&nbsp; Kiera followed along.&nbsp; "and it *is* addicitive.&nbsp; I maxed out my card the first time I came, took me two years to pay it down." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ginevra</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 10:04:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lianne grabbed a few more things that looked interesting as the two headed to the fitting rooms. Walking to the back of the store and into a thin corridor, she found a stall with a drawn back curtain that wasn't occupied. Stepping inside, she threw her selections on a bench. <br><br>"Hah, do you think I got enough stuff?" Lianne laughed. The pile was a bit bigger than she thought. She started digging around for the original item they were looking at.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: College Experimentation (1-on-1 slavemarkira and ginevra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 10:06:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kiera grinned.&nbsp; "You certainly are feeling experimental tonight, aren't you?"&nbsp; Liera reached into the pile and pulled out the waist cincher.&nbsp; "Here it is.&nbsp; It'll look better if we get a dress on you first though.&nbsp; Wanna try one of the latex ones?" 
			</dd>
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