Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]
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				Title: <strong>Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 05:10:20</strong>
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				Elizabeth Gemelli usually considered four PM on a Thursday evening to be mid-day, and she'd worked tenaciously for that privilege. A small-time porn star, locally famous dominatrix, and popular escort, "Mistress Victoria" skirted legality every day of her very lucrative career, an easy trade-off for the privilege of not having to work 9-5 in an office.<br>She'd gotten up particularly early today, however, to prepare for the weekend's festivities - the annual BDSM party/convention! Invitations had to be answered, clothes washed, outfits chosen; Victoria cleaned and sorted efficiently, leaving her little to do now, as the smell of green tea pervaded the apartment, except study her ticket and think about her four o'clock appointment.<br><br>"SpiderCon!" read the front of the ticket, superimposed over the image of a finely manicured hand trapped underneath a web. This year's theme was black and white; each black ticket came with a free white one, for a guest. Ordinarily, Victoria would have tossed it - all her friends either weren't interested, or had their own invites - but then she'd had the good fortune to meet her four o'clock. A smile graced her mouth. She hadn't clicked so well with someone in a long time. Maybe that was why she'd agreed to the writer's request. The BDSM scene teemed with the salacious details your average Joes and Janes liked to read about furtively; her article was guaranteed to be a big hit (and guaranteed to have been scrubbed of all personally revealing details, for the safety and privacy of attendees - Victoria had insisted).<br>Victoria wouldn't have agreed to the article for that alone. Oh no. She had her own very good reasons for agreeing.<br><br>The doorbell rang.<br><br>"Come into my parlor," Victoria called, tipping the ticket over onto the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 05:23:39</strong>
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				'Super' Selena Shanie, as she was often called by her employers, was excited for the days to come. It was around four PM this fine Thursday evening, however it was different from the rest. Tonight, she would get the opportunity for the story of a lifetime. In her line of work, that sort of thing could make or break your career, and she knew she couldn't mess it up. But she didn't worry too much about that; this was something truly interesting to her, more than on a professional level. <br><br>She had been instructed by her newest 'friend', the infamous "Mistress Victoria", to arrive at her house at this exact time, wearing a casual outfit of jeans, a baggy sweater, sneakers, and blue underwear underneath. Why blue, she didn't know, but she didn't really mind it. It was a simply enough request; all the writing would be done later, and in about three days' time. She'd just have to remember every detail of what happens in the next few days.<br><br>They were to attend 'SpiderCon!', an annual BDSM party/convention that she'd never been too before. And, hopefully, Mistress Victrola wouldn't notice her...interest in the subject. Secretly, very secretly, she'd always been interested in BDSM. And despite the arrogant, dominant facade she was so used to putting on, she was none of those things.<br><br>She walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, grinning to herself. No make-up, no pen, no paper...Only the hoodie and the jeans. She looked like your average girl, or less than average perhaps, knocking on a friend's door. 
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 06:33:08</strong>
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				Victoria swung the door open nonchalantly, pleased to see Selena wearing exactly what Victoria had asked.<br>"Ah, you made it! I worried you might run away," she laughed. "Do come in," she added, pivoting on one spiky stiletto and moving back into the apartment's spacious living and dining room. "Do you like tea?" she inquired, always mindful of being a good hostess. "We'll just talk over a few things, and then we'll be off to do your... research."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 07:09:27</strong>
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				Selena smiled at her new 'friend', allowing herself to accept the invitation to step inside. She couldn't help but notice the stiletto's on her feet though, and bit her lip slightly under her hooded head. Once inside, she would remove the hood, allowing her red hair to fall in place around her face, her blue eyes shifting about the apartment. It was cozy, that's for sure!<br><br>Nodding to Victoria, she said, "Tea? Love it." and didn't bother responding to the comment about her 'research'. She figured there was enough sense between the two of them to know what it meant.
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 08:19:59</strong>
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				Victoria deftly poured out two cups. "Lemon? Milk? Sugar?" she asked, gauging Selena's reaction to the apartment. Oh, let's be honest - looking at Selena was a worthwhile activity in its own right; her scarlet curls and sky-colored eyes contrasted beautifully.<br>"I don't believe I asked last time - I'm not sure if I need to - are you of Irish descent?" Victoria asked cheerily, placing a cup at the near end of the table. The chairs were slightly mismatched; Vicky's seat was a good three inches higher than the one she motioned Selena to, because she was a big believer in subtle behavioral cues. Just like the stilettos, the chair gave her a visual advantage over her visitor. Oh, Victoria would very much like Selena to get used to looking up at her. Anticipation lent real pleasure to her smile.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 09:15:34</strong>
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				Selena replied with, "Sugar's fine." when asked about what she wanted with her tea. She did enjoy tea, too. Who didn't?<br><br>She couldn't help but let out a small giggle when asked about her descent; she was always asked that. And the answer was always the same. She smiled and tugged on that thick red hair, smiling and saying, "Well, where do you think this comes from?" She grabbed the cup of tea near the end of the table nearby and took a sip; it was <em>perfect.</em> "My, you make some delicious tea...has anyone ever told you that before, Victoria?" she said.<br><br>Selena set the cup down and only then noticed the mismatched chairs. She didn't say anything about it, however, figuring that it was done either by accident or on purpose, and both were things that she shouldn't question a professional dominatrix about in her own home of all places.
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 03:13:10</strong>
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				Victoria flashed another smile. "I can't take full credit. It's Celestial Seasonings. I have family in Colorado and buy tea while I'm there."<br>She stirred her tea slowly. "So. Let's do a quick review of what's coming up, shall we? I'm taking you on a tour of the scene's big events, but you have to play your part correctly. I won't ask you to do anything outrageous, obviously," she lied smoothly, "but I'm a bit curious as to whether you have any experience or interest in BDSM - we skipped over that question last time."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 03:21:19</strong>
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				Selena nodded to Victoria, acknowledging her explanation of the taste of the tea as valid. It was delicious. Selena lifted the cup to her mouth and took a long sip, making a gulping sound that was probably audible to Victoria when the question about any BDSM experience popped up. She put down the mug as calmly as possible next, and smiled, wiping the residue of the tea from her pretty face.<br><br>"Me? Interested in <em>that?</em>" she said, pretending to be baffled. "That's absurd!" She said again. "Though...no offense to you, my dear. "she would add, completing the comment with a wink and a smile. She only hoped Victoria didn't notice the slight reddening of her skin.
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 09:00:07</strong>
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				"None taken," Victoria chirped airily, waving her hand dismissively, though on Selena's fair skin even the faintest blush was impossible to miss. "Only, if you really have no interest, I should ask how you got this writing assignment in the first place. Hasn't the editor gotten anyone more inclined towards the topic? If you like, I can call and request a change of writers. I don't know if that would do you any good. Our little scene often suffers from sensationalistic writing; I thought, you know, it could be helpful to talk about this first."<br>She took a sip of her tea, watching Selena over the tip of the mug. A woman didn't blush when merely discussing business; she had a good hunch - backed by the last conversation they'd had - that Miss Shanie, Investigative Reporter, had a kinky streak in her.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 22:42:26</strong>
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				All Selena could do was smile, taking a few breaths as she pretended to sip her tea again, allowing her skin to return to it's normal color, all evidence of a blush gone. On her face that is. Her body was warming in embarrassment, as she didn't normally let such simply things get in the way of her business. She normally didn't take a personal interest in such things, but this time, it just couldn't be helped...<br><br>...Though, nobody else had to know that as far as she was concerned. Shaking her head and smiling playfully at Victoria, having to look slightly upwards at her, she said, "A different writer? Oh, no. I assure you, I'm the <em>best</em> choice for this assignment. Trust me." She smiled again, meaning that in more than one way.
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 22:56:31</strong>
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				"I will trust you, Selena, but I also need you to trust me." Victoria set her cup down and folded her forearms on the table, leaning forward. The height of her chair let her come surprisingly close, giving their conversation a sense of sudden intimacy.<br><br>"Selena, I'm going to ask you to do some kinky things tonight. You're going to need to do them if you want to establish your cover story as my lover. You'll keep your clothes on, and there won't be any penetration or sexual fondling. I won't ask you to do anything extreme, or with strangers. Are you willing to do this?" Victoria asked, her voice level, her tone soft yet straightforward. She kept her features neutral; there would be a time later to encourage submissive responses from the ginger beauty.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 08:06:03</strong>
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				Selena looked directly into Victoria's eyes, smiling as if she didn't need to speak. She seemed very close to her though, and it made her shuffled a bit unexpectedly.&nbsp; She took a breath and said with a brush of her air, "Of course Victoria. That all sounds perfectly acceptable to me." <br><br>And it did. She didn't like the idea of doing things with or for random strangers, let along having herself penetrated and forced upon others...Or anything 'extreme'. Suddenly, a thought rose in her brain; what did Victoria consider 'extreme' these days anyhow?<br><br>She dismissed the thought and relaxed in her chair, picking up her mug of delicious tea and taking a long sip.
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 09:07:28</strong>
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				Victoria's lips thinned into a mildly disapproving moue. "Aren't you even the least bit curious about what I intend to do to you? Love may be blind, Selena, but I doubt you know me well enough for that." She took a sip of tea. "Lots of newcomers to the scene think submissives aren't meant to have any power whatsoever, that I'm some kind of tyrannical bitch with a whip. I <em>am</em>, but not at the beginning. Put this in your article, please - everything we do is done with consent and negotiation." Perhaps she'd been a bit tart; she softened her words with another smile, and held up a hand to forestall Selena's reply for a moment. "So when I say trust me, I don't mean blindly." <br>Victoria ran a fingernail down her mug. "When you're negotiating a BDSM scene, what you want to hear is something detailed, like this: the owner of Sweet Sensations is a friend of mine; she's willing to loan me some outfits for you. We're going to head there first, to get you properly dressed, then to the Black and White Ball tonight. While we're in attendance, I may make you sit on the floor, eat from my hands, or engage in other kinds of physically submissive but not particularly sexual behavior. Don't worry about dirt - you won't have to pay for any dry cleaning. You'll be instructed to give foot rubs, possibly. If we're feeling particularly scandalous, there may even be dancing between us. Before we go anywhere, I want you to pick a safe word to tell me in case you want to end the scene and get the hell out of the room. Is this all fine with you?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 00:22:15</strong>
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				Selena couldn't help but nod at Victoria while sipping her tea, listening to that melodic, almost hypnotic voice speaking and filling her ears. She was right, after all. She really did want to know, but she didn't think it would be so...simple, so easy to get answers. Apparently, all she needed to do was ask. Was this the infamous Victoria she'd heard about all the time? Or was she more human than the public thought? The comment about a 'tyrannical bitch with a whip' made Selena smile as she put her mug down, and listened with her hands on her knees, straightening her posture.<br><br>She opened her mouth to reply as her mind switched into it's storage mode, as she called it, recalling every detail that she could. The hand silenced her, and she waited, closing her mouth. She recorded every bit of information she was being given, but at the same time, couldn't help but think just how...<em>powerful</em> Victoria seemed to be while talking. There was something about her, some aura that she gave off. It was all in her head, Selena knew, but it was definitely there all the same.<br><br>Selena smiled again, this time nodding in agreement with Victoria's set standards, and the way she went about bringing them up. "You know, when I first thought about this, I did believe you were... a 'tyrannical bitch with a whip', as you so kindly put it." She giggled a bit and continued. "But I do like you. I like the way your work, and Victoria...I accept those terms. They don't seem that bad, at all." She paused for a minute and said, "A safe word...Why not 'Tea'? "
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 06:18:49</strong>
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				Victoria laughed. "I like your honesty!" she confessed. "And the safe word too - it's a clever choice." Truth be told, she liked a great deal more about Selena than that - Mistress Victoria preferred women but catered largely to men, as few women were interested in hiring a sex worker, a situation Victoria regretted. Further, few women, even in the BDSM scene, were open to romantic involvement with a sex worker. As a result, though Victoria had a huge social circle, she often felt, well... <em>lonely</em>. Having this young, beautiful redhead pushing her way into Victoria's life flattered the seductress to no end. She tried to remind herself not to let her own feelings influence her reactions - though really, wasn't agreeing to all this in the first place a sign of weakness? She quashed the traitorous thought. <br>"Well then, when you're done with your cup, we'll be off to Sweet Sensations," she said. "Is there anything else you'd like to talk about? How I became a modern Jezebel, for instance?" she added lightly.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 06:27:58</strong>
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				Selena drained the last of her tea and smiled. That exactly what she wanted to know-She and her large audience of readers, no doubt. But the best part was, she didn't even have to work for it. Were the next few days going to be just like this, she thought? If that was the case...part of her would never want to leave. And they hadn't even <em>done</em> anything yet! She smiled at the thought and shook her head, saying, "That's <em>exactly</em> what I want to know, miss Victoria. If you'd be so kind as to tell me your story..."
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 08:21:16</strong>
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				"Kindness is exactly what I'm <em>not</em> known for, dear," said Victoria dryly, sweeping up the mugs as she stood. "Incidentally," she added, "for the rest of this night, if you don't care to have your cover blown, it's <em>Mistress</em> Victoria to you, and you'd better say it like you mean it." She shot a sly glance at Selena as she put the mugs away. "Feel free to practice now, if you like."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 08:26:49</strong>
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				Selena watched <em>Mistress</em> Victoria stand up and suddenly put on a much more dominant tone, and attitude. For a moment there, Selena thought she would get 'special' treatment, being a reporter, guest and all. But, no. She was apparently going to get the same as anyone else...Which, if the rumors were true, were far worse than just calling her Mistress Victoria. She supposed though that, if she was going to have a genuine BDSM experience after all, it needed to be this way.<br><br>Wiggling in her lazily-thrown on hoodie, she opened her mouth and rubbed her face a bit before saying, "Of course...<em>Mistress</em> Victoria." She was sure to put emphasis on the Mistress bit, letting her know that she was prepared for the next few days, no matter what they would bring.
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 09:10:51</strong>
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				Victoria suppressed a little shiver of delight at hearing those familiar syllables. They never failed to arouse her. No matter how long she spent in this trade, the concept, the very <em>idea</em>, of owning and controlling another human being never failed to send a frisson of excitement throughout her soul. "Very good, Selena," she said, flashing the woman a mischievous grin as she put the cups into the sink. "You're a natural at this."<br>The dominatrix sashayed back to Selena's seat and put a hand on the back of her chair. "And the first thing I'm ordering you to do is chauffeur me to Sweet Sensations. Up, up and away, miss mild-mannered journalist."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 09:16:50</strong>
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				Selena caught a slight shudder from Victoria, but didn't say anything. She, too, was starting to blush a little bit from saying the words...but it could at least be attributed to the hot tea, or the awful outfit, or...something that wasn't the truth. She smiled at the thought and stood up upon Victoria's command to drive her to Sweet Sensations, and began to walk towards the door.<br><br>"Of course...<em>Mistress</em> Victoria, "she said, this time with a hint of sarcasm, "But where are the keys to the car? " she would ask, turning around to face Victoria.
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 03:35:07</strong>
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				"I don't like your tone, missy," Victoria admonished, arms akimbo. "Didn't your Mama ever tell you that disrespect could land you in trouble?" She mimed a spank.<br>"As for where the car keys are, I assumed you'd know, as we're taking yours. The benefit of working from home while living downtown is that I don't actually need to own a car. I run the greenest business in town, dear, be sure to put that in the article." She picked up her tiny green purse and a mysterious black duffle bag. "After you," she said, gesturing imperiously toward the door.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 04:14:52</strong>
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				Selena faked a pout, looking more playful than she intended as Victoria mimicked a spank, and she wiped the look off of her face, replacing it with one of content. Hopefully unreadable, not revealing just what was going through her head at the moment. Seeing Victoria even <em>mimic</em> a spank sent her mind into overdrive, imagining various ways that such a thing could happen, and...<br><br>Then they were out the door. She didn't miss the words about her business being the 'greenest in town', and would be sure to twist them for her own advantage as some point. But for now, she felt humbled. Being a reporter as well liked as she, surely she could afford a vehicle better than what she had...an old, '97 Ford Escort, complete with the odd looking wagon and a shady, silver paintjob. She sighed and said, "Well, this is it, unfortunately." before opening the passenger door for Victoria.
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 03:41:20</strong>
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				Victoria chuckled. "I've traveled in worse. <em>Way</em> worse." She popped a piece of sugar-free gum into her mouth. "My ex-wife drove an old hippie van - VW bus, like a million years old." She slid her duffel bag into the back. "Her van popped two tires on our second date - we spent the evening sitting by the highway drinking in the smog." She settled into the passenger seat. "Do you know the way there?" she asked, proffering the gum.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 02:19:54</strong>
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				Selena smiled, trying to take the slight comment with good humor, and she managed to do so. Selena watched Victoria pop some gum into her mouth and begin chewing it, telling her about her ex-wife. Selena would have to remember that she'd been married before to another woman..and what a better way to pass the short drive time than to ask about it?<br><br>She took a piece of the gum and started chewing it; traditional bubble gum flavor she noticed. Selena started the car and allowed it to idle for a moment before pulling onto the road, heading towards their destination. She'd done some research and knew where it was. "I do know where it is, Victoria...Oh, <em>Mistress</em> Victoria. Would you mind telling me about your...ex-wife on the way there?"
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 05:17:36</strong>
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				"Oh, you do?" Victoria said slyly. arching an eyebrow. "<em>Naughty</em> girl." Gum cracked contemplatively under her teeth as the dominatrix stared out the window.<br><br>"My ex is..." she began, then trailed off a little. She slid her gaze back to her new submissive. "Off the record, please," she said. "It'd be impolite to spill our old domestic controversy all over the front page without her permission." Her long ivory nails drummed on the armrest. "I met her during college; she was a TA, I was a student five years her junior. She was one of the faculty sponsors of the campus feminists, whom I joined. We hit it off pretty quickly; it was my first serious lesbian relationship and I was punch-drunk with love," Victoria continued, a touch of wistful nostalgia in her voice.<br><br>"I was a sex worker then too - a demimonde, really. She knew that. I haven't been a professional dominatrix for long, really, but my resume is rife with tawdry history." She shot Selena a half-grin. "Well, I graduated college, we moved to somewhere where she landed a solid upper-middle-class job, and things started to fall apart shortly after our civil union. She wanted me to quit my trade and become Suzy Homemaker, suburban housewife. I think she always thought of sex work as something I did out of necessity, not pleasure; she saw herself as a rescuer, and she very badly wanted us to be 'normal' - her family hadn't reacted well at all to her coming out - so she wanted to build a little middle-class fantasy around us."<br><br>A pink bubble blossomed between her lips, popped, and disappeared back into her mouth.<br><br>"I don't take well to domestication, unfortunately," she finished wryly. "I'm not sure how our romance lasted so long, given our relative blindness about each other's true character. What about you, dear? Any failed marriages in your past?"
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				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 06:04:16</strong>
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				Selena drove on, stopping when she needed to, occasionally jerking the car around-she actually was used to <em>being</em> driven, not the other way around-as she listened to Victoria's story. She really didn't know what to say, and so...she didn't.<br><br>She nodded in agreement however, letting Victoria know that she wouldn't put this in her article, assuming she still wanted to write it in about a week. Already, Victoria was beginning to grow on her...or perhaps the other way around, she couldn't tell; regardless, it was a bad sign for her. She didn't normally become even slightly emotionally attached to a job, though this time she was showing the signs. It didn't help that her own, subtle interest in BDSM pushed her over the edge and was the thing that made her take this job in the first place. She listened to Victoria again, as the slowly pulled into the parking lot of the pre-arranged building.<br><br>Selena chuckled a bit, trying to picture Victoria as a 'Miss Suzy Homemaker', as she'd so kindly put it. She wasn't laughing <em>at</em> her though, and hopefully the dominatrix knew that. Selena flashed her a smile and a slight blush; for some reason, watching that large, pink bubble form between her lips slowly before disappearing back into the orifice from which it came was...slightly arousing. She didn't know why. It had never done that to her before. Shaking the thought away, she blew her own bubble, forcing the thing back inside before she popped it to resume chewing, as if to 'one-up' Victoria on a subconscious level. <br><br>Turning the engine off, she said, "No, no failed marriages here. Only a few relationships on occasion, none of them terribly serious."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 08:14:43</strong>
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				Victoria gave Selena an enticing smile as the latter blew a bubble; she knew quite well that imitative behavior signaled interest. "No boyfriend at the moment?" she asked, feigning ignorance as to the latter's orientation. "I can't imagine why - you're quite a fascinating young woman." She stepped out of the car without waiting for an answer, hoping to force Selena to scurry after her.<br><br>Sweet Sensations was the classiest erotic store in town; its sloping white roof housed a series of large skylights that gave the place a warm and open feel even though gauzy curtains were drawn over the large front windows, which practically glowed with diffused sunlight. Inside, long white shelves were arrayed in a dizzyingly maze-like configuration, giving a sense of intimacy and privacy to shoppers, of whom only a handful were visible as Victoria swept through the doors. A young woman near the front blushed heavily and turned away as she made eye contact with the dominatrix.<br>"Oh, hello, Mary," Victoria said breezily to the salesclerk, ignoring the customer. "I've come to get my - <em>friend</em> kitted out." She fished measuring tape from her purse and turned, waiting for Selena.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 08:21:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena smiled happily and chewed her gum a bit, relishing in the flavor for some reason. She didn't normally enjoy gum this much, but...well. She wasn't complaining. Shaking her head, she adds, "No, no boyfriend. " and leaves it at that. She's not one to get very personal on the job-even though this job is, to a point, the most personal she's ever had.<br><br>Walking into Sweet Sensations, Selena suddenly felt very small in this unfamiliar store, run by unfamiliar people, who enjoyed an even more unfamiliar world. She took a breath and popped yet another bubble; that was part of the reason she was going to allow herself to enjoy this so much. It was so...forbidden. <em>Taboo</em>, even. Selena noticed how quickly the young woman near the front blushed at her and shied away almost instantly, just from looking at Victoria. <br><br>Selena followed behind her, arriving just as Victoria would turn around and seemed to be holding some kind of tape. Measuring tape, she noticed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 09:15:47</strong>
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				Before Selena could say anything else, Victoria moved intimately close, her hands sliding around Selena's waist. "I need your measurements," she said matter-of-factly, after only the barest pause. "Sizes here tend to vary." She pulled the tape tightly around the journalist. "Just hold still for a moment," she directed, a touch of sweet jasmine perfume wafting from her. Her hand slid to the top of Selena's thigh; the dominatrix crouched, her other hand resting on the woman's foot for a moment as she read off the distance; then she wrapped the tape around Selena's ankle before rising. Her stilettos clicked imperiously on the linoleum floor as she stepped behind Selena, took her hand and measured from wrist to shoulder, then around the wrist.<br><br>"You have a very enviable figure, Selena," Victoria teased softly, her lips just inches from the woman's ear, the tape wrapped tightly around Selena's ribcage, just under the base of her breasts. She tugged slightly, pulling them together for a moment, then let go and sashayed around to her front again. "One last measurement," she assured her. The measuring tape looped around the redhead's neck. Victoria pinched it tightly, then loosed it as she wriggled two fingers under the tape, against Selena's neck. "Here's a law of BDSM," she said, not moving the impromptu collar or her fingers, which rested warmly on Selena's skin. "A submissive needs at least enough room under her collar for two fingers. This also goes for any kind of rope that goes around the neck. Any tighter runs an unacceptable risk of choking, and that's no fun. Well - not when it happens by <em>accident</em>," she finished lightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 17:40:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena wiggled a little bit as Victoria moved quickly, gracefully, practically embracing her. She worked her hands around her waist and told her that this was all for measurements, not a hint of emotion in her voice. The tape was pulled around her tightly and Selena gave a playful grunt as it constricted her a bit, taking a short breath when Victoria moved to measure her legs. The scent of that jasmine perfume filled her world then, and it was almost intoxicating past the point of pleasure. She coughed a few times, but the sensation quickly disappeared. <br><br><br>Victoria continued her intimate imitations, her breath easily felt on the back of Selena's ear, that mouth just inches away...Selena found herself shuddering a little bit as the tape was pulled together just beneath her breasts, pushing them together for a moment before Victoria moved yet again. This time, she was speaking about some 'rule' of BDSM, one she was quick to remember as the tape coiled around her neck, briefly causing her to go without air before it was loosened. <em>Just</em> enough, she realized, so that she could breathe without too much of a struggle, however there <em>was</em> still a struggle.<br><br>Smiling at Mistress Victoria, she kept her mouth shut and gave a slight nod, beginning to wonder if the real Victoria, the infamous <em>Mistress</em> Victoria was beginning to surface. She blushed ever so slightly at the thought, chewing on her gum.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 04:37:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria unwound the tape from Selena's neck. "There, all done," she said. "Despite your trembling and blushing. I'm going to pick out a few things for you now; not everything I put on hold will do. You're a little thinner there, and a little fuller here," she said, pointing to Selena's hips and breasts respectively, "than I guessed. You ought to wear more form-fitting outfits, dear, since you can."<br>The dominatrix pivoted on her heels and walked away towards the clothing section, though not before adding imperiously, "Sit and wait for me right there." Though there were four empty chairs to the left of the door, Victoria pointed at the bare patch of ground next to the cash register. The cashier grinned cheekily, as if she'd seen this scene before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 21:07:28</strong>
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				Selena looked up at Victoria while the tape was being unwound from her neck, and took a tiny gasp for breath. She had lost a bit from the grip of the tape, but it was hardly anything to be worried about. Part of her gasp was directed at how well Victoria was observing her, and verbally reminding her of the bodily reactions she simply couldn't control.<br><br>She watched Victoria's finger pointing at a small patch of floor near the cash register. Selena turned in time to see the Dominatrix's hips swaying and heels clicking as she disappeared, and then turned her attention back to the patch of ground. <br><br>"She can't be serious..." Selena mumbled under her breath. "There's four empty chairs over there!" She'd add, looking at the chairs, and then at the floor. Should she really sit on the floor instead of the chairs?<br><br>After a brief internal struggle with herself, she walked over to the cash register and stared at the grinning cashier harshly before taking a cross-legged position on the cold, hard floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 02:31:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cashier dutifully looked away, suppressing her smile.<br><br>A customer came up to the counter; he gave Selena an odd look, paid for his purchase, and then walked out, shooting her a final glance but wisely not asking a thing.<br><br>Minutes later, the clatter of heels on linoleum heralded Victoria's return. "Now, with a bit more foreplanning, we could have done some very interesting things, but today we'll make do with what's in stock." She gave her choices a once-over. "Hmm. I'm still not sold on this top, but why don't you go and try this skirt on (http://www.wickedtemptations.com/hot-dancer-skirt-set-146528-prd1.htm) in the dressing room?" The black satin spandex that fell into Selena's lap was barely large enough to be a belt. "I was tempted to go with something classier, but, well, I changed my mind. Besides, it's meant for dancers, and this is a ball. Fits the theme, right?" the dominatrix said with a wicked grin. "Your career's all about exposure anyway, isn't it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 02:41:06</strong>
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				Selena watched as the man came and went, giving him an equally confused look, though hers was definitely more intimidating. That was her goal; she was trying to act like a tough bitch, even though she was sitting down on the floor. She really didn't like men, and it was nothing personal, but...it happened quite often.<br><br>Until Victoria came back out, that is. She was immediately sobered, humbled by the way she walked, admiring her beauty, the aura of respect that seemed to be emanating from her as she walked, just by standing there. And then, Victoria slapped something into her lap. A very, very revealing skirt and top, made of material so thin she could have just went in her underwear. <br><br>Blushing, she emerged from the dressing room feeling just like that. She had remembered Victoria's mischievous grin the entire time, those teeth flashing in her mind as she stripped her old clothes off into a neat pile, pulling on the very skimpy outfit she was given. She still had her blue underwear on, however that didn't do much to hide her embarrassment. She wasn't used to being so exposed in such a public place, if at all, and quickly sauntered over to Victoria. <br><br>"How's this?" she asked, her voice wavering a bit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 02:52:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria locked eyes with her new pet, resting her elbows on the counter. Her features impassive, she swept her gaze slowly up and down Selena's figure. "Not bad," she commented, hiding her inward glee. The black satin made Selena's fair skin practically glow by comparison, and the redhead's tentative expression sent shivers down her spine; Victoria felt a sincere and growing urge to just crush the girl into a hug, drag her down to the floor, and - <br><br>One fingernail waved in circles toward the ceiling. "Give me a little catwalk, dear. Then I want to see the rear view."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 03:00:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena sighed and, seeing how it was just Victoria and the smug cashier around, decided it couldn't hurt. <br><br>She took a few steps back, walking backwards at first before turning around, making a bit of a loop around the medium-sized room, before twirling on her toes twice before bending over in front of Victoria on purpose, giving her a show of the blue panties she wore underneath. She held the position for a minute just about, before standing up, red-faced as ever, and curtsied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 04:33:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're a cutie when you blush," Victoria drawled. "I'm going to enjoy seeing that face a lot this weekend." She pulled a black, shapely corset off her arm. "Keep the skirt, lose the top and the bra, and put this (http://www.fairygothmother.co.uk/70-2054.htm) on," she instructed. "And these kitten heels (http://www.zappos.com/vaneli-marlina-black-seta-calf?channel=25&amp;mr:referralID=234493ae-accc-11df-b72b-001b2166c2c5) go with them for two reasons - because you don't get to be taller than me, and because the tops look like little collars, which I find adorable. Hurry back, because after putting those on, you get to make your only wardrobe-related choice for the whole convention."<br>She smirked. "It's going to be an important choice, dear."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 02:30:20</strong>
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				Selena blushed deeper now, Victoria teasing her with her words. Normally, Selena would get angry, perhaps even try to hit the other woman...But that wasn't needed in this situation. And in any situation, that was very, <em>very</em> unladylike! Finding it as a stress relief, she began to chew on her bubblegum a lot more, noticeably so if someone was paying that much attention as she took the corset and heels with her to the dressing room.<br><br>She found that taking off her bra and top, replacing it with the lovely corset wasn't all that bad. In fact, if anything, she looked absolutely <em>gorgeous</em> in the thing. It hugged her curves, molded her figure, held her breasts in a shapely manner...It did make things slightly harder, such as breathing, but she quickly adapted. Pulling on the leggings, followed by those heels-which she was now picturing as 'cute little collars' to her dislike-she clicked her way out of the dressing room, much more confident this time.<br><br>Hands on her hips, one leg slightly in front of the other, she said to Victoria, "And how does <em>this</em> look, <em>Mistress?</em>" The sound of gum being turned around in her mouth as she chewed it was present, but it added something to her sex appeal. Or she thought it did, anyway, and left her mouth slightly open.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 04:14:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can tell by your sass that I made the right choice," Victoria observed dryly, her eyes glinting with amusement. She stalked forward, pacing around Selena, her stare running up and down the redhead's figure. She paused behind the woman; her fingers tugged at the corset's bindings - the garment sagged suddenly, threatening to spill Selena's breasts into public. "I think we could make this a little tighter," Victoria purred cruelly. "Inhale, dear." The lacings pulled tight, the corset's restrictive embrace tightening, practically levitating the Selena's bust. "Much better," she noted, binding it in place with practiced ease.<br>She walked around to face Selena again, her hands cupping the redhead's face. "That was a pretty sexy pout you had there, little miss. Let me see it again. Hold it."<br>Her hands crawled up Selena's jawline to her hair. Victoria grabbed fistfuls of scarlet curls gently, tilting them first one way, then another. "Huh. No, handlebars wouldn't look good on you. Ponytail's too conservative. Hmm. We could tie your bangs back, show off your precious cheekbones." She tilted Selena's face this way and that, with no regard for the other woman's opinions or rights. "I like that idea. Fish some black barrettes out of the bins by the counter - whatever strikes you as pretty. When I come back from getting changed, you're going to be wearing this collar and leash (http://www.adameve.com/sexy-extras/kinky-bondage/sp-bound-by-diamonds-leash-collar-35959.aspx)," she continued, stuffing the leather strip into Selena's hand, "You're going to be sitting right where you were, except on your knees, so that you don't get your tiny little skirt dirty before the party, and you're also going to be wearing one of these three nametags clipped to your collar."<br>Victoria pressed the tags into Selena's hand - they were white fabric strips embroidered onto black leather, resembling actual tags for a pet. "I figure this is your daring little undercover operation, so you should get to pick your secret agent name," Victoria said, smirking. "You're going to wear that name for the next seventy-two hours, so I hope you like your choices."<br>She wheeled around and snapped her fingers, catching the clerk's attention. "I've got Janie's permission to rent these, so hold the bill until Monday night. My costume's going on my credit card; I'm keeping it."<br><br>She clattered off to the dressing rooms on her stilettos, leaving Selena holding three tags: Princess, Ginger, and Whore.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 04:31:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena let herself giggle slightly at Victoria's comment. She was beginning to like her, indeed! Selena watched her eyes run up and down her stare as she held her position, chewing loudly for a moment before Victoria tugged on the bindings. She knew that would happen, no matter how tight she made it; she had purposely left it rather loose, though as she loosened it, her breasts threatened to pop out. Yelping, Selena gasped for air on reflex, doing exactly what Victoria had asked, though she didn't even mean to. The lacings were then pulled tight, tight enough to make it fairly difficult to breathe, however it made her figure look almost perfect, even more like an hourglass than it already did. <br><br>Selena stopped chewing so loudly and took a slightly slouched position as Victoria began to fondle her face, tilting her around and telling her to make her favorite face. She made it, the hands still toying with her as she began to chew her gum again, listening to Victoria talk about her like she wasn't present, or like she was a toy. She simply didn't seem to care about Selena. <br><br>She was handed a leash and given a few commands, and Victoria walked out of the room.&nbsp; Selena's eyes were on her the entire time, imagining a number of things, her eyes seeming to linger on those hips the longest before she turned and picked out a plain-looking barrette, pinning her bangs up like instructed. She let out a short, sharp laugh as she looked at the three takes, and picked the one she thought was the 'best', but really, because she found it amusing. Selena swallowed her pride and kneeled with the collar on her neck, the word "Ginger" readable from a distance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 08:40:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria took her sweet time in the dressing room; the sleek black dress (http://www.wickedtemptations.com/mermaid-gown-135958-prd1.htm?pSearchQueryId=182183) she'd picked out took only moments to put on, but her make-up was more time-consuming. She'd already done much of it at home, packing the remaining cosmetics into her little purse (they'd have to be repacked into the duffle bag later, in one of the padded compartments), but had deliberately planned to waste time in the dressing room.<br>Finally, she smacked her lips, feeling the lipstick expertly applied to her mouth, examining it critically in the dressing room mirror. The bright red color she had on worked well with her dark hair and dress; she'd always liked the color, the historic symbol of a woman on the edge of society. She thought about applying it to Selena. No - the bright red curls gave her submissive - Victoria felt a little thrill at the thought - gave her submissive enough flash. The bright red would clash, probably. She eyed the more conservative pink she'd brought, which would definitely go well with Selena's peaches and cream complexion.<br>Victoria gave herself another once-over, checking her eyeshadow and mascara. She gave herself a little pout in the mirror. <em>Who's a big, bad dominatrix?</em> The brunette stifled a very un-threatening giggle.<br>She tugged on a pair of black tricot gloves, appended silver-and-onyx earrings to herself, and took a deep breath. This thing with Selena - it was working out really well! She'd get to see a bunch of friends tonight and get to let her hair down. Good times, and speaking of which - showtime!<br><br>Victoria sashayed back into the store like the devil's bride, satin-swathed hips swaying hypnotically. Her eyeshadow only sharpened her cold, commanding gaze, which pinned Selena like a butterfly to a board.<br>"Here's the price tags, Mary."<br>"Thank you, Miss." The clerk scanned them as Victoria swiped her card.<br>"Ninety-five dollars and sixty-three cents is your price." The machine beeped, then began printing a receipt. "Did you find everything all right?"<br>"Yes, as always."<br>The clerk smiled. "Good. Um - going to the convention."<br>"Of course."<br>"Is, uh, Ginger going with you?"<br>"She is. It's her first public outing as a submissive."<br>"Oh. Well, I hope she has a good time."<br>"I hope she does. I know I will."<br>The receipt finished printing. Victoria plucked it out of the clerk's hand and held it in her palm underneath <del>Sele</del> Ginger's mouth.<br>"Spit it out, belle, and give me the keys to the car," she ordered, addressing the redhead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:17:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena-or, as she would have to remember, 'Ginger'- was actually enjoying herself at the moment. She was doing this for professional reasons, too, so she needed to be alert, but still...She went into this thinking it would be much less comfortable, much less...natural to her than it was turning out to be. As much as she normally would have hated the 'nickname' of 'Ginger', not to mention being told to sit in a corner, in a very tight corset, with a leash around her neck to top it off...She wasn't angry.<br><br>And when Victoria came back out from the dressing rooms, her jaw dropped. She was absolutely beautiful, practically radiating 'Queen Bitch'; and those eyes...they did exactly what she had intended. She was so stricken by them, she simply didn't move. She locked her own orbs with Victoria's, and still nothing. She squirmed a bit and was careful to close her mouth, before the gum embarrassingly fell out no doubt. Swallowing a bit, listening to the conversation above her, she waited until she was properly addressed. <br><br>Addressed with a hand in front of her mouth, telling her to spit 'it' out. <em>Spit what out?</em> She thought for a moment, confused. Then it hit her; she still had gum in her mouth. Was Victoria really going to take it into her hand? She wiggled a bit and handed her the keys first-no big deal for her-and then looked up. "I could just as easily throw it away, you know..." she said before opening her mouth and starting to push it out with her tongue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 21:00:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria plucked the gum out of her mouth using the receipt, then crinkled up the paper around it. "An excellent idea, Ginger," she said, stuffing the little ball of paper into the redhead's cleavage. "Do it."<br>She walked out of the store without saying another word, casually jangling the keys in her hand. She unlocked the car doors and waited for Ginger to catch up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 23:26:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ginger"'s face was a red as her hair now, though whether it was from shame or pleasure was hard to tell. In this case, it was almost certainly humiliation. As much as she needed to play the role of submissive-and wanted to, that said-having a receipt wrapped piece of gum stuck between her breasts made her skin flush from embarrassment. She tired to pass it off as nothing, though, and took the piece from her cleavage before tossing it into the trashcan, making sure to follow Victoria quickly so she wouldn't get left behind, or worse.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 08:14:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria had the keys in the ignition almost before Ginger could sit down. She smiled inwardly as the blushing redhead darted out of the store after her.<br>"I've a make-up kit in the purse, dear. Use it," she commanded, throwing one arm behind Ginger's seat as she pulled out of the parking lot. Victoria looked back at the submissive and made an impulsive decision. "I want you wearing the bright red lipstick. Matches your blush."<br>The Ford Escort rumbled out of the parking lot, turning onto the nearest highway entrance. "This is your last chance to back out, darling - otherwise, starting today, you're going to be the kink scene's newest, cutest debutante."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 20:47:52</strong>
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				Selena 'Ginger' sat down just as Victoria was turning on the car, really pushing her. It was almost as if Victoria would leave her in a foreign part of town, dressed as she was...but she didn't. That was the important part. She was told to use a bit of the make-up in Victoria's purse, but she felt she didn't need it. The thin layer she had on now was enough to make her shine...<br><br>But red lipstick? She shrugged her shoulders and puckered her lips, applying the stuff and smacking her lips together a few times as Victoria spoke to her again. Smiling, no longer blushing as much, she said, "Oh no, I think I can handle it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 05:08:50</strong>
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				"I'm sure you can," Victoria remarked, grinning slyly. She'd pushed Selena into submission very, very quickly - an ordinary person would have rebelled or refused at some point, but Selena hadn't. As fast and pushy as she'd been, Victoria had expected to run up against Selena's limits somewhere, had expected to be refused and to have to re-negotiate the scene.<br>The redhead had a natural talent for obedience, Victoria concluded, a talent which she intended to develop thoroughly.<br>Her mind occupied half with driving, half with malicious tricks to play upon her new pet, Victoria pulled off the freeway, towards the Marriott hotel, the bottom three floors of which had been converted into play space and classrooms for BDSM. The Fort Escort coughed up to a parking spot, Victoria's hand absently caressing Selena's thigh. <br>"Your cab fare is a kiss, sweetheart," she teased, tilting her head toward Selena, her grip on the girl's thigh tightening gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 05:14:15</strong>
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				Selena didn't know what to do. Or say. She was currently living a dream for her...in two respects. She could make this story and it would launch her career, regardless of the things she did; she could always use the excuse 'It was for the story!' and everyone would believe her. It would open so many doors and...<br><br>On the other hand, Selena was genuinely enjoying herself. She had a natural thing for submission, and Victoria was able to bring that out in her. Tight corset which caused her to slightly gasp for every breath, a nametag that labeled her as "Ginger", and now a hand on her thigh, telling her to give her a kiss...Such great things were happening to her. Yet most would view them as horrible, they would resist, they would fight back...<br><br>Not 'Ginger'. She smiled and closed her eyes as she leaned in towards Mistress Victoria; yes, <em>Mistress</em> Victoria she reminded herself. Puckering her lips, she aimed for where those lips were a few seconds ago and hoped she was doing as she had been told. Selena's thigh's were flexing in response to the tightening grip, and surely Victoria could feel that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 05:44:23</strong>
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				Victoria met Selena's lips gently, her soft, painted mouth embracing the journalist's. A shiver of lust ran down her spine as she felt Selena quiver under her hand. She sank a little, her lips closing around Selena's bottom lip, her teeth teasing slightly before she broke the kiss, staring into her partner's sky-blue orbs, still so intimately close.<br>"You're very good at your job, Ginger," she said breathily. "Willing to do anything to get the story, hmm?" Visions danced in her head - dragging Selena out of the car by those bright red curls, bending her over the hood of the Ford, public indecency laws be damned - !<br>"But I don't think you'll get anything fit for print if we stay in here." Her lips curved into a wicked smile; her hand slid up Selena's skirt, squeezed briefly, and retreated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 23:42:38</strong>
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				Selena enjoyed the gentle kiss and she could have sworn Victoria shuddered herself-but she wasn't quite sure. She was a good actress, after all...she needed to be, for this business. That, or she really had that many sides to her. She smiled at Victoria, staring into those eyes , able to feel Victoria's breath on her face as she spoke. 'Ginger' was her name now, she'd have to remember that...Who knows what would happen if someone called her name an she didn't respond?<br><br>She nodded, visions of her own running through her mind and saying, "Of course, Mistress Victoria. Or, if you'd prefer, just...Mistress?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 08:20:32</strong>
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				"If we were in my apartment, pet, it would be just Mistress. However, in a convention hall full of high-heeled prima donnas, I think you're better off being more specific than just 'Mistress'," Victoria chuckled. Her other hand glided across Selena's collar bone, up the curve of her pale neck, cupping her jaw. "Oh, you're just too precious for words, sweetheart," she crooned tenderly. "Let's get this show on the road."<br>Her hands left Selena abruptly. "Fetch the duffle bag, Ginger," she commanded imperiously, all trace of her former warmth gone save a sparkle of glee in her eyes.<br>She tossed the keys back to their owner and, tiny purse in hand, sashayed off toward the convention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 05:54:19</strong>
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				Selena smiled and said "Yes...<em>Mistress Victoria.</em>", putting emphasis on both words. She was allowing herself to enjoy it, though in the back of her mind, her reporters instinct was kicking in. She would hopefully recall every detail like it was nothing, as she was gifted with a photographic memory. However, she had usually been focused, and tonight...Focus? That wouldn't even be in her vocabulary in a few minutes.<br><br>Victoria cupped her chin and jaw as she spoke to her, that bubblegum-flavored breath filling her nostrils, then vanishing as quickly as it came. She nodded, sensing the sudden change in Victoria's voice, catching the keys, and proceeding to grab said duffle bag in the back of her car. <em>What's in the bag?</em> She wondered. It wasn't very heavy, as she found out while hoisting it over her left shoulder. It was actually relatively light, but that could just be from all the adrenaline pumping through her blood at the moment.<br><br>Smiling to herself, she clicked her way after Victoria, head filled with questions about the bag, but she was not vocal about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 08:27:36</strong>
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				Victoria exchanged a brief flurry of pleasantries with the attendance manager; a black ticket and a white one were exchanged for a pair of badges; Victoria stuffed hers into her purse and, taking Selena's arm in her own as the latter came up to her, walked through the main doors, busily clipping Selena's badge to the back of her collar. "Don't lose it, darling," she quipped. "I'd hate to come fish you out of the Lost and Found."<br><br>The convention hall's foyer couldn't decide if it was Art Nouveau or Art Deco; bright, geometrical murals loomed behind local crafts exhibits and hand-carved wooden statues from the city's aspiring <em>artistés</em>. "Every time I see this place, it gets uglier," Victoria groused. "Come on - the rest of the place has better taste." She walked Selena into the left wing of the building.<br><br>If it did have better taste, it was hard to detect under the layers of white cotton webs and black curtains - "The BDSM scene has always been a little campy," Victoria confessed. "But hey, if you're being tied up and electrocuted, you ought to at least have something to laugh at, right?" She squeezed Selena's arm. "If not, tell me. I'll try to be <em>very</em> serious when I do it to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 05:44:06</strong>
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				Selena hurried after Victoria, appearing just as she exchanged a few words with what appeared to be the go-to person for admittance. She didn't hear any of the conversation, but she didn't have time to ask what it was about. She was quickly following the Dominatrix again, this time with a badge on the back of her collar. With her free hand, Selena patted it, making sure it stayed in place; whatever this 'lost and found' area was, she had a feeling that the goal was <em>not</em> to end up their.<br><br>As they walked along, Selena couldn't tell if Victoria was joking or not about being tied up and electrocuted. She smiled anyway, thinking that it must have been a joke, the squeeze on her arm aiding in that belief. Letting herself giggle very quietly, she didn't' reply with any real words.<br><br>She was a bit nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 02:45:26</strong>
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				People crowded the left wing; the crowd looked to be three or four hundred people, and goodness knows how many in the side rooms. Booths advertising lurid devices were set up along the walls, but they couldn't compete with the attire of many convention-goers; for every man or woman in street clothes, there was another wearing nothing but leather strips or a form-fitting latex outfit.<br><br>"See, dear?" Victoria joked, running her fingertips down Selena's back, "You blend in perfectly!" She gave the leash a little tug, pulling the woman closer. Her arm draped comfortably around Selena's shoulder as she steered the collared redhead through the crowd. "Let's introduce you to the event organizers; they're good people to know - and play with."<br><br>At the far end of the hall, under a banner darkly lettered "Information" and behind a long table littered with paperwork and plush spiders, an assortment of people sat and stood. A dark-haired youth in a button-up shirt flirted with a Hispanic woman in an evening dress; a brunette in a paisley dress and leather collar chattered excitedly with two or three convention-goers; the rest of the volunteer mob milled about under the benevolent supervision of five somewhat older men and women. Universally, the convention staff wore black and white, with the sole exception of a woman in her mid-thirties wearing a bright red tank dress - Victoria shepherded Selena toward this woman.<br>"Helen! Long time no see," she called out; Helen bounced to her feet and wrapped the dominatrix in a warm hug. "Lizzie! It's been like a month! How have you been?"<br>"I'm good, I'm good," Victoria returned. "Helen, this is Ginger, my new playmate. It's her first time here."<br>Helen turned to Selena. "Ohh! Welcome to SpiderCon! I hope you have a good time!" she pursed her lips in a mock moue. "I won't - I have to look after all these freaks," she mock-whispered, poking a thumb toward the rest of the staff. Overhearing her, the woman in the paisley dress gave them all an exaggeratedly hurt look, then laughed.<br>Grinning, Helen turned to Selena again. "So! What are you planning to do while you're here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 05:18:48</strong>
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				Selena continued to follow Victoria inside of the building. People were appearing to her left and right; most of them wearing some sort of fetish outfit...Everything ranging from nothing, to a skimpy corset or bikini-looking piece, to full latex catsuits, and then some. She didn't know where to look, who to look at, or what to do. Perhaps she <em>did</em> bite off more than she could chew, here? The inexperienced, dolled-up red head only followed along, these thoughts running through her head.<br><br>Victoria's fingers ran down her back, almost in a gentle caress, yet...she thought she could sense some sort malevolence behind it, either in the touch itself or the manner in which she was speaking. But, no...They were friends, weren't they? New friends, yes, but...friends, she thought.<br><br>Selena...No, Ginger, she reminded herself, was not Victoria's friend. She was her slave, her submissive, her...<em>bitch.</em> The last word rang through her head like the liberty bell as Victoria began to socialize with her long-time friends, party goers, and the like. Selena looked up to see a woman in a bright red tank dress, apparently named Helen. Selena was being introduced, and so she was forced to think.<br><br>The woman told her to 'have a good time' and made a 'freaks' joke, to which everyone laughed. Selena simply put on a very mechanical smile, hoping that nobody would notice, nodding as she listened. She too was curious to find out what she'd be going through...With her Mistress.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 10:42:51</strong>
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				The moment of silence stretched out for an eternity.<br><br>It dawned on Victoria, as she studied Selena's expression, that she'd made a mistake. That glazed look in her eyes, those slightly parted lips - the woman was lost in subspace. Just this little public play sent her so deeply out of her mind? Victoria felt a little knot of excitement and anxiety in her stomach. She'd met a few people like Selena before - so magnificently, instictively submissive - but without exception they'd been taken.<br>Her arm curled possessively around Selena's hip, drawing her close. Her other hand crept up to Selena's face, her nails digging in lightly just below the woman's lips.<br>"Sorry," said Victoria, unable to keep a predatory note out of her voice. "She doesn't talk except to me." Slim fingers pressed against creamy flesh, tilting Selena's face so that their eyes met. "Do you, pet?"<br><br>Helen arched an eyebrow. "Oh. I didn't know the two of you were so close." Victoria realized she must look somewhat like a black crow crouching over prey, but she couldn't help herself - just as she appeared to have uncovered something new in Selena, Selena had brought out something monstrous in Victoria - a dark, rapacious desire to own, possess, control. The black loneliness that had inhabited Victoria's heart since her divorce not so long ago fixated on the vulnerable, curvaceous redhead. "Do you, pet?" she repeated softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 04:43:34</strong>
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				Selena was lost there for a moment. She'd let herself slip into a very, <em>very</em> unprofessional state of mind, as she was just too intimidated by everything going on around her. The woman she'd met who she was really beginning to enjoy, even though they'd barely spent a few hours together; the other women and even men around this festival, all dressed for their respective part, no doubt more experienced in such things than she was, or most likely, ever would be.<br><br>Apparently, Victoria had noticed this too. Just as Selena was beginning to come out of that lovely state of mind she wished she could stay in but knew that it wouldn't work for her, she an arm curl around her waist, pulling her in intimately close with Victoria. Another movement, Selena's eyes flickered to catch it, was Victoria's fingernails grabbing her face, digging in slightly below her lips, pinching her flesh. Their eyes locked, and Helen began to speak, though Selena wasn't paying attention to it.<br><br>After the words had been repeated, she gulped and said, "Right, Mistress." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 08:57:47</strong>
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				One red nail covered Selena's lips. "Never say, 'Right, Mistress,' pet," Victoria warned. "It implies I might be wrong sometimes. Do you think I'm ever wrong, pet?" The question was clearly rhetorical.<br>"Now, since you've no part to play in this conversation, why don't you make yourself useful where you belong?" Victoria's long fingers knotted in Selena's crimson curls; the dominatrix tugged her victim firmly toward the the ground. "On your knees, Ginger." The word <em>bitch</em> bubbled up behind her lips, but she refrained, afraid of shocking the woman too much at once. <em>She's my bitch</em>, Victoria thought gleefully.<br><br>A number of convention staff and visitors were now watching them somewhat surreptitiously; such beautiful women engaged in public play were guaranteed attention-grabbers, but BDSM etiquette forbade outright staring. Helen was the exception; she had taken her seat again, watching avidly, but as she was an old friend Victoria did not care whether she did, nor did she care whether Selena had any objections to strangers' leering - after all, she'd very clearly only promised Selena that no strangers would get to play with her. If Selena had failed to ask about being exhibited like a whore, that was only her fault.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:58:21</strong>
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				Selena's lips quivered a bit in delight as a crimson nail was placed on her slightly parted lips. The two were so close, she could feel Victoria's breath on her face, the faint smell of the bubblegum she'd been chewing earlier filling her nostrils. She almost answered the question, too, before she realized things were getting serious. Answering that might just lead to something she really didn't want...And she wasn't given the time to do so anyhow. A hand grabbed Selena's thick hair, tilting her face this way and that for a moment before she was tugged towards the ground.<br><br>Selena found herself in an awkwardly bent position with most of the festival's participants glancing her way, Helen not even trying to hide staring at them. Selena looked around for a second before succumbing, allowing herself to be pushed to the ground on her knees, squirming in her tight outfit as. She knew she must have looked...well, <em>beautiful</em>, but if that was the case, Victoria above her probably looked twice as good. <br><br>Selena was slightly uncomfortable with all the onlookers, but a part of her was enjoying the exposure. She remembered being promised that no strangers would get to touch her, however, t hat didn't say anything about looking. The hand still in her thick hair, Selena now had a solemn expression on her face, daring to look up at Victoria, wondering what the purpose of this was for.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 10:27:58</strong>
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				Victoria took a half-step closer to Selena, one black-clad foot sliding between the redhead's knees. Her hips were just slightly higher than Selena's eyes; the latter woman's face was practically between her legs. Victoria's stare was not unlike that a hawk gives to a rabbit, both merciless and wanting. Not a few people in the convention hall wondered whether the dominatrix actually meant to force her pet to give cunnilingus right there. Victoria had no such crassness in mind; for her, no physical release intoxicated as much as the public humiliation of a willing victim.<br><br>"I think," Victoria purred after a moment. "that I like the leash nature gave you just as much as the one I did." She gave the redhead's luxuriant curls a half-tug to emphasis. "Crawl," she commanded, pulling Selena along toward a tall chair beside the information desk. No sooner had they reached it than her hand clamped down on Selena's shoulder and pulled the woman half-way around. "Stay," she ordered sharply, sitting in the chair. Her sharp stiletto heels came to rest on the poor journalist's back, digging cruelly against her bared shoulder blades. With the submissive's face pointed at one half of the convention crowds and her bottom pointed at the other half, Victoria enjoyed a full profile view of her suffering, <em>gorgeous</em> pet - several onlookers had begun to walk around, attempting to see what they could.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Helen," Victoria remarked, her voice warm and friendly, devoid of the dark emotion that had suffused it just moments ago. "Ginger's a constant distraction. I'm not sure what we're going to see yet; could you pass me the convention schedule?" The older woman chuckled warmly, and handed one over. Victoria picked it up and pretended to read; in truth, she barely saw the words on the printed page. The booklet served more as a shield, blocking out her view of Selena so that Victoria could come back from the precipice of darkness. She steadied her breathing.<br><br><em>What the hell is wrong with me today?</em> she thought. She'd never pushed a submissive so hard, so fast. Perhaps it was just something about Selena, some innate quality that called out for her oppression; Victoria rejected that easy lie, the cornerstone of so much bad BDSM fiction. She was projecting her own twisted lusts onto Selena and taking advantage of the woman's inexperience. <em>She has a safe word</em>, Victoria thought, which soothed her conscience. The redhead could have said something, after all - Selena was a highly paid professional, surely she knew how to stand up for herself. <em>I'll just take it easy on her from now on</em>, the dominatrix thought - another easy lie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 05:49:08</strong>
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				Selena hadn't blushed for some time, contrary to how she thought she'd act here, but that all changed quickly. She was kneeling before one of <em>the</em> most beautiful women she'd ever met. And on top of that, she was here of her own free will, not because she'd lost some silly bet or worse. Better still, she was beginning to enjoy her role of subservience-at least to this woman-and Victoria seemed to feed off of it. She found a boot between her knees, and Selena's face was barely an inch away from Victoria's crotch region. She was just about between her legs, and the onlookers knew that. They were all wondering the same thing, Selena included; hence, the massive blush which began to creep upon her already reddened features.<br><br>After a moment of naught but kneeling there, squirming on the inside and trying to keep her composure on the outside, Victoria began to tug on her hair once more. The act excited Selena a bit, but she kept that to a minimum; everybody was staring at her, not something that she, even as a reporter, was used to. She'd have to remember <em>all</em> of this if it was going to be a business-profitable few days...<br><br>Crawling along as if it were natural for her, she seemed to forget where she was for just a moment. However, that moment was all that was needed to pass before she found herself in another embarrassing situation. Her face was towards the right half of the crowd, while her curvy rear was facing the other. She wanted to wiggle or squirm in some way, but she resisted. Why did she resist? Victoria's heels were resting...no, digging into her back, bare flesh moving under the pressure, Selena's face beginning to slightly grimace from the sudden sharp pain she was experiencing.<br><br>She turned her attention to the conversation going on above her, and had to admit that she, too, was curious about what they were going to do. This was...just the beginning, she knew. But if this was the beginning...then what was the end?<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:31:00</strong>
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				Feeling Selena quiver under her feet, Victoria was unable to resist running one sharp heel lightly down to the base of her neck, resting just next to the spine. She turned the page of the convention schedule idly.<br><br>"Oh, someone's doing a class for beginners about shibari? Do you know them, Helen?" she asked. Helen made an affirmative noise. "They're a couple from down south a bit, lovely people."<br>"That might be worth taking Ginger to," Victoria mused. Her heel shifted upward to the back of the writer's head, pushing her face downward. "She's going to be spending quite a bit of time wearing ropes, this weekend."<br>"There's also a play room down the hall for women only this year, if you'd like to take your pet there shortly," Helen observed dryly. "Just so you know, we tend to frown on excessive public display in the main hall."<br>Victoria flashed her an evil grin. "Oh, Helen, what makes you think I can't control myself?"<br>One heel firmly on Selena's head, the other traced down her spine to the curve of her behind and raked down her crack, clearly outlining it underneath the short black skirt. Victoria hooked her heel under the edge of the skirt and lifted it up, folding it onto Selena's back, leaving her panties clearly on display for all to see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:47:17</strong>
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				Selena continued to quiver a bit, really unsure what to think of her situation. She loved it, and hated it, at the same time. The mix of emotions...it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before! She felt the sharp point of a heel crawl up to her neck, and she gulped hard enough for Victoria to see her throat muscles flex. Was this how the next few days would be?<br><br>Apparently so. She knew what 'Shibari' was, but didn't partake in it herself. In fact, she'd only seen one or two pictures on a curious internet browse...She didn't have time to think about that, as soon her head was being pushed towards the ground, her chin resting on her chest now, the heel in the back of her skull giving constant pressure. She groaned a bit, but it was covered by Helen's complaint about public displays.<br><br>Soon after, she felt a heel running along her back, and-oh!-down her behind. She shuddered, more than a quiver this time as it gently, slowly ran along the outline of her crack, before lifting the skirt up and revealing her panties to everyone that wanted to see them. Her face downward to the ground, at least it would be harder for them to see it reddening.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 02:30:06</strong>
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				Still no protest from Selena - Victoria felt giddy; she kept pushing at Selena's limits, only to find them farther and farther away. The younger woman's profound submission gave her an exhilarating sense of freedom and control. <em>I ought to try shaving her eyebrows off, see what she says</em>, the dominatrix thought irreverently, suppressing a giggle.<br><br>"Lifestyle BDSM - that might be an instructive panel for the two of us," Victoria mused out loud, the pages rustling conspicuously in her hand. "Or the one on ponyplay." Her heel moved off Selena's head, her toes brushing the woman's cheek gently as she did. "Did you love ponies as a little girl, Ginger? One lick for yes, two licks for no." Her lacquered toenails pressed against Selena's lips.<br>Helen gave a little laugh. "You're incorrigible, Lizzie." Victoria gave her a mock glare, to which the older woman returned a grin. "Sorry, I meant, 'Mistress Victoria'."<br>"Much better," Victoria said wryly. "See? I'm not incorrigible. It's that you all need to treat me the way I deserve to be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 09:58:24</strong>
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				Selena was listening to what was going on around her, but her mind was beginning to lose itself again. She had to take a moment to not pay attention to a single thing around her, nearly missing Victoria's words, to clear it. She was so caught up in the submission, the loss of control, she forgot for a moment where and who she was. Not that any of that was important, now, no...The important part was agreeing with Mistress Victoria. Of course lifestyle BDSM would be interesting for the two of them...<br><br>Reluctantly, though she didn't have another way of communicating unless she wanted to be punished, she stuck out her tongue after those toenails had pressed against her lip for a few moments. Her lips were indeed large, and they looked even better to the onlookers as she opened her mouth, licking twice, though it looked more like a suck to the audience. <br><br>She wasn't sure what to do next except for wait; 'Lizzie' was having a conversation with Helen above her, in which she had no place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 08:29:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch of tongue to toe was such a tiny thing to do so much to Victoria - the woman struggled to keep her face straight and her leg still, so that Selena might not guess what an impact her little licks had. The brush of full lips against her flesh - oh, it was beyond description!<br><br>Victoria pulled her foot back slightly, glanced at it, then pressed her toes to Selena's mouth again. "You've smeared lipstick on me, you careless girl. Clean it off." The thick red cosmetic had been a <em>great</em> idea. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 08:33:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena pouted at first, which only made those painted lips look even better. But she was getting another opportunity to lick those toes, and for some reason, she enjoyed it more than she thought. So she grinned a little bit, hiding it with a motion from her tongue.<br><br>A few long licks later, any smeared lipstick that was on those petite little toes was gone, swallowed up by Selena's motions. Her face was still red, and by now, people would begin to wonder whether her skin was as red as her hair. <br><br>If things continued like this, it may just be true.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 09:53:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria became vaguely aware of a smile plastered on her face. The sensation of Selena's gentle sucking on her toes made them curl in delight. Victoria knew a futile struggle when she saw one; she gave up any attempt to hide her enjoyment, sliding her foot away from Selena's face, out of the girl's view. She undid the buckles of her strappy stiletto and tossed it onto the ground before her, then slid her now bare foot back beneath the redhead's mouth. "You're doing a fantastic job, Ginger," she purred. "Such a good girl you are - a perfect ruby." She pressed her big toe to Selena's lips. "Continue, please. I'll let you know when to stop."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 23:54:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sele-no, Ginger, the quickly emerging and growing submissive side to the reporter, was doing exactly as she was told. Her face was less red now, though, and her mind wandered, wondering what was going to happen next, if this was only the first hour. She'd signed herself up for this, and said she'd have the weekend-and the entire week if need be-to do her work. And if this was going to be the work, well....<br><br>Ginger's lips parted slowly as the big toe found it's way to her face, causing her to squirm-in glee, she found-as the toe entered her mouth. She began to suck on it as if it were nothing, like a candy lollipop or something similar, accepting the teasing praise of the woman above her, using her like a footstool, as if they were real compliments. It was clear where her mind was going, but she wasn't trying to fight it. Instead...she giggled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 03:34:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The muffled giggle made Victoria's heart skip a beat - such a sweet, innocent sound - but more importantly, her pet was enjoying herself. The knowledge excited her; her smile widened. The gentle touch of the redhead's mouth sent ecstatic tremors up her spine. Fuck, new submissives were so much fun - this one most of all!<br>Victoria tilted her head skyward, her fingers curling in anticipation. She couldn't move too fast. They'd already done quite a lot. The caress of Selena's tongue derailed her mental train - when she could focus again, she resolved quickly that they would need to renegotiate their limits. <em>No way I'm letting her escape without fucking</em>, she thought with a shiver of lust.<br>Her attention dipped to Helen briefly - someone was walking away from her - there had been a brief conversation, and Victoria had missed it completely, so focused on her redhead - <em>her</em> redhead. The older woman met her gaze with a look that vacillated between amusement and mild disapproval.<br>"Playroom, right," Victoria said, struggling to keep her voice even as her submissive's lips swallowed her toenail. "Be there in a bit," she added, flashing five fingers to show five minutes.<br>"See that you do. I've almost a mind to go with you," Helen replied, her voice playful. "You do have a talent for finding the cute ones."<br>Victoria nodded happily, her wide eyes fixed lovingly on Selena's prostrate form. "Keep going, darling," she told the journalist, her voice as warm and sweet as honey, her fingers dipping into Selena's hair. "This is just what you were born to do, isn't it?" Her fingers sank to caress the back of the woman's neck. "God, I want to own you," she added impulsively, her fingers tightening. "You beautiful creature."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 03:59:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena simply continued what she was doing. Her lips, big as they were, now devoid of any painted coating, were still fairly red. And of course, what they were busying themselves with was something spectacular, as well. She continued to lick at the toe, enveloping the whole thing before passionately sucking on it, as if it were...something else. She smiled to herself, the grin obviously available to Victoria, who would have been able to <em>feel</em> her smile rather than see it.<br><br>As if on que after her small grin, hands dug into her hair once more, the feeling that caused a shudder of pleasure to run down her back, shivering her spine. Selena loved the feeling of Victoria's hands in her hair, holding her, controlling...She prevented a giggle, heard what Victoria said, but acted like she hadn't. Was it just dominatrix-style play with words? Or was she serious? They would find out soon enough, Selena figured. After all...<br><br>The party just started.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 06:26:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria felt that smile, yes, and the intake of breath, the curving of her lips that signaled a stifled giggle. "Laugh if you want, my pet," she murmured soothingly, her hand resuming its caresses, her thumbnail trailing over Selena's earlobe. "I like it when you do." Her breath shivered along Selena's cheek as the latter's mouth enveloped her toe again.<br>Minutes passed - Victoria barely noticed, entranced not only by the exquisite sensations of Selena's mouth but also by the always entrancing spectacle of a new submissive. Cruel ideas bubbled up in her mind, warring with each other. Finally, she could wait no longer.<br>Her hand gathered up Selena's hair, and she pulled the girl's head upward, firmly, almost hurtfully. Her toe slipped free of Selena's mouth, and she ran it down her cheek, neck, and collarbone, all the way to her tightly supported cleavage, leaving a glimmering trail of Selena's own spit as a badge of her service. "Very good, Ginger," she purred, her voice rich with praise as she worked her other stiletto free. "Come with me, darling - crawl behind me like the pet you are," she commanded, pressing her shoes together and pushing them into the woman's mouth. She let Selena's gorgeous curls fall - albeit with some reluctance - and snatched up the leash. Without another word, she stood and turned, her long black dress swirling about her imperiously, tugging her victim behind her as she headed to a far exit from the hall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 08:03:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena didn't think she could enjoy something so simple as sucking a toe as much as she was, and allowed herself to verbally giggle when she was told to. The derogatory term of 'pet' was becoming easier to accept now, not that it was ever hard in the first place. After allowing herself one brief giggle, she simply continued to suck, wondering if this was all that was going to happen.<br><br>Selena notices a bit of time goes by before suddenly, her hair is yanked up, slightly painfully. The toe is pulled out of her mouth with a sucking sensation, like stealing a lollipop from a happy child, before it's dragged along her skin, leaving a silvery stain of saliva. 'Ginger', of course, doesn't mind, and soon has two pointed stilettos to occupy her mouth's desire to suck, even though she wasn't told to. She felt an odd inclination to continue her sucking as she crawled along being Victoria, her eyes having fun with the hips, thighs and legs of the woman in front of her as she was tugged onward.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 08:19:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon enough the pair had disappeared from the main hall; the exit led onto a side corridor, which, branching leftward, led to well-stocked play rooms and flagellaries; to the right, there was only an L-shaped corridor leading to an exit. Victoria did not hesitate a moment before tugging Selena to the right, and no sooner had they rounded the corner than her hands were on the journalist's shoulders, pulling the girl upright and shoving her back against the wall.<br>"I don't appreciate liars," the dominatrix said coldly, her eyes hard; she tore her shoes from Selena's mouth and discarded them carelessly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 12:33:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena found herself back against the wall ,shoes taken out of her mouth [not that they belonged there anyway!], and firm hands pressing against. But what for? <br><br>She was accused of being a liar. But about what? So far as she could tell, she hadn't lied about a single thing to this woman. What could be so wrong here, then? She stared back just as intently, if a bit fearful, and gulped while saying, "Liar? What are you talking about?"<br><br>She remembered at the last moment to add, "<em>Mistress.</em>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 20:39:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Me? Interested in that? That's absurd, no offense!</em>" Victoria mimicked, her voice rising in mockery. "Remember that, little pet? Remember saying it in my apartment?" Her grin was feral. "I think you lied to me. I think you lied because you're ashamed of being a dirty girl. Am I right, <em>Ginger</em>? Because I've seen long-time veterans who don't drop into subspace as fast as you do, dear, and I don't think there's a respectable journalist on this planet who wouldn't have objected to what you just did in front of an audience."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 14:45:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena gulped, wiggling a little bit against the wall, sensing the seriousness and...was it a hint of malice? in Victoria's voice. She squirmed again before taking a breath, exhaling said breath, and taking another. She remembered saying that, and it was true; Selena the reporter would have hated this. Selena the person? Now that's a different story. Caught in her own words, she managed to say, "I didn't lie to you. As a reported, I have a persona; And she...I would never like such a thing. But as a person, a real person, well..." She licked her lips, hoping to use it somehow to get her out of this. "I think you've seen the truth. Mistress."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 21:38:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I have," said Victoria, her voice softening as she deftly undid and removed Selena's collar. "Unfortunately, my dear, the core of any S&amp;M encounter - even one between relative strangers - is trust. I asked about your fetishes and you lied. I asked about your boyfriends and you failed to mention you were a lesbian. Do you see how your lies make it hard for me to feel comfortable in this situation? I want to give you what you want, but I don't know what that is, and that makes me very uncomfortable."<br>She stepped away from Selena, and tilted her head meaningfully toward the exit. The implications of her gesture were clear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 15:12:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena was caught. But, what was she supposed to do? Either yell at and refuse, renouncing the offer and probably humiliating herself more, even though she truly didn't mind that, and lose a big story, a once in a lifetime experience...Or, perhaps, she could admit to the fact she found she liked this sort of thing more, and see what happens from there. Stop pretending to be somebody she's not, and start acting like the BDSM-lover she knew she'd always been.<br><br>Selena/Ginger smiled, those lips curling up as she said, "You caught me, Victoria. I didn't think I liked this as much as I, evidently, do...You cannot blame me for telling you the truth of the time; I didn't like this then. Or I did, but only...I didn't let myself think about it. There, I said it, alright?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 05:00:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria wound the leash casually around her forearm. "Liar," she accused Selena again, leaning against the opposite wall of the corridor, her arms folded. "You didn't 'let' yourself think about your like of BDSM, but somehow you wound up with the one assignment in your career that would leave you licking a dominatrix's feet?" Her voice dripped skepticism. "Unless you can tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth on your next try, Selena, we're done."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 05:09:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena wasn't afraid to say what she was thinking, even to a woman holding a leash that could easily do as much damage as any other weapon. Still, she sighed and said what she was thinking.<br><br>"I like BDSM. A lot. I've always had a small interest for it and...This isn't something I go around telling people, but for some reason...I have a feeling you won't care no matter what my answer is. So, there. Yes, I like it. I even did everything I could to <em>get</em> this assignment for that reason."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 05:39:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do care about your answer," Victoria said, quietly. "I care about it more than anything else we've said tonight. Selena, despite whatever torrid literature you may have read, my job is making fantasies come true. I won't do anything to you, or anyone, who doesn't want me to."<br>She held her arm out and down; the leash uncoiled, the ends of the collar dangling just off the ground. "So, Selena, if it's your fantasy to be my pet, call me Mistress, and obey me, then come put your collar on." Her good humor surfaced again, her eyes gleaming merrily and the corners of her mouth turning up. "Come on. I bite, I promise."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 05:46:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She waited for a moment, thinking about the offer. Did she really want to do this, to serve this beautiful woman with an equally good personality, if a bit twisted a times? Did she really...<br><br>Of course she did. If she didn't, why would she even <em>be</em> here in the first place? That thought crossed her mind and she allowed herself to laugh a bit out loud, easing the tension that had built up between the two women. Playful and herself once again, she grabbed the leash and put the proffered collar on, even biting into the leash a few times and chewing it slightly before saying, "Does that work as an answer, <em>Mistress?</em>"<br><br>Another moment would pass and, regardless of Victoria's actions, a thought crossed her mind. A crazy thought, but it was a thought she wanted to get out there, something she...wanted to see come true. "Mistress...I have a question. Has someone ever given you complete control, before? No safe words, nothing?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 06:21:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria smiled at her submissive, the smile threatening to break into giggles as Selena bit at the leash, and Selena blurted out both her questions before the dominatrix could regain her composure. Her hands gripped Selena's hips; she pulled the girl close and landed a fierce kiss on her lips. "Yes, yes it does work as an answer, <em>pet</em>," she said, holding the redhead's waist against her own with one arm as her other hand swept into Selena's gloriously thick mane and pulled her head back and left, baring a stretch of slender, creamy neck. "I <em>did</em> say I'd bite," she noted airily, soft lips meeting soft skin as she expertly dealt out a hickey, sucking hard on the girl's skin and leaving behind a red, painful mark of possession. "As for total power exchange, you've clearly been reading too many bad books," she finished once she'd come up for air, clearly and disdainfully dismissive of the idea. "Everyone has limits, and I'm very good at finding them quickly. You don't even want to know how easy it would be for me to make you change your mind."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 06:25:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena squirmed as the next few moments passed. First, pulled closer to the woman she was beginning to care for both sexually and otherwise, before having her neck exposed and rather roughly kissed. She didn't complain at all, and imagined that she was doing the right thing by simply allowing it to happen. But, admittedly, the last question she had posed was a bit ridiculous. She nodded in response to Victoria, saying, "I understand, Mistress. Forgive me for being...caught in the moment, if you will."<br><br>While she said this, she rubbed her neck a bit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 06:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria turned Selena around and pulled her close, her breasts pressing into the collared woman's back, her chin resting on Selena's shoulder. "I forgive you. Though, really, like every second person who comes through my door asks about that." Her hands squeezed Selena's hips. "The persistent ones ended up regretting it most, I believe," she drawled, her voice silky with malice. "But that does beg a question - you need to atone for your misdeeds, kitten. I wonder how we might accomplish that." Her hands crept up to cup her lover's breasts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 07:04:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ginger curled her lips up again, licking them a few times, smiling as the hands gently grabbed at her breasts, almost like a lover's. Certainly not what she'd expect from a Mistress, a professional Dominatrix. The last bit, about how she was supposed to make amends for what she'd done...Victoria's voice changed. It wasn't the sweet, soft thing it had been before...Or rather, it was, but with...Was that malice, she detected?<br><br>No, probably not. And safe, secure in that knowledge, she replied with, "Well then. My previous offer still stands, <em>Mistress.</em>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 08:19:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria's laugh was sibilant, nearly silent, her breath hissing over Selena's ear. "You keep your safe word, dear. It'd be far too easy to make you cry otherwise. But I think we could have some fun with this idea of yours, if you insist." Her thumbnails ran along the underside of the corset's cups, pushing hard against the lace and leather. "Since your collar came off, let's say all the old limits don't apply any more. I'm going to give you a list of new things we're going to do, and you can use your safe word if you're willing to give in."<br>Her hands fell to Selena's waist. "I'm going to strip you," Victoria promised darkly, jerking the redhead skirt down over her hips and bubble butt, exposing Selena's panties. "I'm going to hurt you." Cruel fingernails pinched Selena's bottom. "Spankings, whippings, beatings - I'm not sure when I'm going to stop, Ginger, if you don't use your safe word." Those fingernails curled under her panties and slid around to the front, pausing just shy of her mound. "I'm going to pass you around." Her finger rubbed slow, tantalizing circles on Selena's skin, so very, very close to her slit. "Believe me, you'll be a popular toy, after that show you just put on in the hall, you shameless slut. A show you enjoyed, I can tell. Does this all seem like a bit much, Ginger? Does it frighten you? You can use your safe word now, if you like. I'll let you go home." Victoria's voice held a rich smugness that suggested she already knew which way her prey would jump.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 06:55:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena stood still, Victoria's attitude changing once again. Turning into that cold-hearted woman that had just forced her to suck her toe in front of a crowd...But had it really been force, if Selena was enjoying herself? Perhaps not. The words, this time, were not masked with a sweet sound, but rather full of malice. Their intent was clear, and it must have been Victoria's plan, trying to get inside Selena's head somehow. Thing is, she liked it.<br><br>The hands pushed hard against her chest this time, no as gentle as before, but still not painful; enough to make Ginger flinch and squirm slightly. She still hadn't spoken; in fact, she couldn't even remember creating a safe word. She knew they'd spoken about it, but had they ever actually decided on one? Was this what Victoria wanted all along?<br><br>Her skirt was jerked down now, Ginger's butt exposed, and yet still she didn't care. She was being toyed with, used, controlled...And she found herself liking it. The slow motions, those fingers and fingernails rubbing her skin, pinching it, gently and then roughly...She was in a daze once again, but had the presence of mind to listen to everything Victoria was saying. Still, it didn't bother her. She was sure she could take it. Positive. Selena was beginning to see this as a challenge...a challenge that she would enjoy, but a challenge nonetheless. <br><br>Smiling, she had the gall to say, "What safe word?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 07:19:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tea, dear," Victoria reminded her gently, a familiar thrill racing up her spine as she watched Selena drop back into the dazed bliss of subspace. "Remember our drinking together in my apartment? I do hope you don't forget your safe word." Her lips brushed softly&nbsp; against the back of Selena's neck as her leg wrapped around Selena's, her long spiky heel delicately tracing patterns down her pet's shin. Then her foot came back to ground, between Selena's, and the dominatrix shoved her fiercely, tripped her, sent the redhead sprawling to the ground.<br>Her heel slammed cruelly into the small of Selena's back, pinning her like a butterfly. "Because until I hear that word, you're my ginger <em>bitch</em>," Victoria spat, grinding that sharp point into her lover's spine for emphasis, a cruel joy lighting her sharp features.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 07:23:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment, the pair were almost like lovers, sensual, sexual. It was a brief moment, but a moment nonetheless; she did remind it now, the situation where 'Tea' came out of and everything that led up to this moment. That's when she found herself falling towards the ground, barely able to brace her fall with her hands, a stiletto point driving into her back and causing her to squeal. Nobody was around to see her this time, but she smiled again; Another part of her had come to life, that deviant version of her life, Ginger. She smiled because she was enjoying it-despite the pain it caused her back-, and because the challenge was beginning.<br><br>She didn't say anything, but squirmed a bit on the ground at first, Victoria taking pleasure in doing nothing but grinding that heeled foot into her back for what felt like an hour. Ginger finally got the nerve to say, "Of course, <em>Mistress.</em>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 07:33:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria drew her heel off Selena and dropped to one knee, resting her weight on Selena, her dress pooling around them. "How many people have you fucked, Ginger?" she asked, yanking sharply on the girl's curls. "How many people have gotten this close to you?" Her hand cupped Selena's bottom, her fingers diving between firm buttocks and following the curve of her body around to rub up against her sex. "Ten? Fifteen? A hundred? How much of a whore are you, Ginger?" she taunted coldly, as her fingertips slipped under Selena's wet panties and expertly pinned her clit between them. "All women? Or women and men?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 07:38:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ginger felt the heel leave her back, but it's presence was replaced by Victoria dropping down on her knee, dress covering a good portion of what was going on underneath of them. Ginger let herself wiggle, Victoria's words ripping through her easy enough, even though she knew it was all for show. Or at least, she hoped it was all for show. Then again, <em>who's</em> show was it? Ginger/Selena squirmed again, this time due to a pinch that sent a jolt of shock and pain through her body. Ginger let out her first real squeal, louder than the rest, and begin to wiggle a bit more, as if to throw Victoria off of her. At the very least, dislodge her fingers from her most sensitive areas.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 08:20:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want an answer, Ginger - you'll give me plenty of squeals later," she said, her fingers running down Selena's slit as the latter woman wriggled. "But if you don't keep your voice down, someone's going to walk into this corridor and find a squirming little <em>bitch</em> being fingered on the hotel floor! Maybe they'll even recognize you, little miss Pulitzer, squirting her professionalism all over my hand!"<br>She bent down, her dark curls falling amid Selena's scarlet ones. "Who's fucked you, Ginger? I want to know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 08:27:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena squirmed again for a few moments, a mixture of pain and forced pleasure flooding her body before she can clear her thoughts enough to make a coherent response instead of the rambling she was getting oh so good at lately. She finally opened her mouth and said, "Only a...a few boys, Mistress. I swear to you, it's been less...less than five." She manages to get it out among a few gasps, her muscles still tightly clenched together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 08:47:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Less than five? All boys? Do you think I'm ready to believe I'm your first foray into lesbianism as well as S&amp;M?" The hand on her slit withdrew; a moment later, the sound of a sharp smack rebounded off the corridor walls as stinging pain ignited across Selena's bottom. "Liar," Victoria sneered, raising her hand for another spank.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 09:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena was actually telling the truth, this time. The only question was, how to relay that to Victoria, who was obviously determined she was lying? The first spank came, causing her bubbly-bottom to jiggle, despite it being toned. Then a second strike came, and Selena still hadn't spoken; the hand raised once more, Victoria calling out 'Liar!' just as she was about to take her third strike before Selena piped in.<br><br>"I'm not lying, Mistress! I've never had any sexual experience with another woman! The most we've done is kissed, teased a bit, hugged-nothing serious! Nothing truly sexual! " she said it all so fast, she found herself repeating the words, slower this time, and so far the third strike hadn't come.<br><br>She rested her face on the ground, the floor cold against her hot, flushed skin. She breathed a few times, and so far, nothing had happened. Had it only been a few seconds? Or had it been ten minutes? She couldn't tell; her ability to gauge time was lost when she hit the floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 09:10:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria cupped Selena's bottom, her warm hand sliding along the scalding stripes of her blows. She let go of Selena's hair, letting the woman rest against the floor.<br><br>"Why?" she asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 09:13:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena's body wiggled and relaxed, the sensation of having her recent wounds caressed gently causing it to do so. It was slightly painful, but that was hardly noticeable.<br><br>Selena opened her mouth and said, "I'm not sure. We just...didn't go through with it, I suppose."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 09:39:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The dominatrix shifted, now straddling her victim. She ran her hands up the girl's spine to cup her delicate jawline, her fingers interlaced lightly across Selena's throat. "Do tell," she purred. "After all, I've already told you one of my bad romances."<br>Her thumbs stroked lightly along Selena's cheeks; her thighs gripped the redhead's waist firmly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 12:52:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In such a vulnerable position, Selena felt, well, vulnerable. She was enjoying it on every level imaginable, however, and it seemed as if Victoria knew that; Selena's waist was being locked and held in position by those perfect, powerful thighs. Her face was being trailed, caressed, touched and all manner of things by Victoria's practiced, delicate fingers. Her throat was getting a similar sensation, though nothing like her cheeks were. All these sensations wrapped into one caused Selena's face to blush, the blood flow rushing from everywhere else to fill her cheeks, nose, and face in general, followed by a few long, slowly exhaled breaths, and equally long inhalations. The perfume Victoria was wearing filled Selena's nose, and she remembered she had a question to answer.<br><br>Which was going to be hard, given her...predicament.<br><br>She cleared her throat and managed to say, "It's...part of what drove me into the journalism business. I was actually majoring in Liberal Arts; Yes, I wanted to be an artist. But the relationship I had with this woman...it was full of lies, betrayal. I decided to become a journalist to ah...get the truth out about everything, I suppose, but really...<em>this</em> is what I've always wanted, Victoria. And, I'm not just saying that...<em>Mistress.</em>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 21:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fingers on Selena's throat squeezed gently. "My name never leaves your lips without 'Mistress' before it, pet," she admonished, but her grip relaxed. "Very well. I shan't pry into your wicked past any more." One hand drifted down her throat, traced the delicate filigree of her collarbone, and cupped Selena's breast lewdly. "Especially when we've got such wickedness ahead of us." Her weight lifted from Selena's back, her hands from Selena's body, and the leash went taut. "Crawl, bitch. And leave your skirt around your thighs." The dominatrix tugged firmly, pulling her new pet toward the playroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 04:56:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena's muscled tightened, the hand around her throat tightening, squeezing, subtly threatening to cut off her air. And the thought sent a chill down her spine, a rush through her blood; for some reason, she couldn't imagine a more perfect way to spent her night. But then the grip relaxed, and she only needed to gasp once or twice before regaining her air. Thankfully, though, Victoria had agreed to stop looking into her past; the memories were, admittedly, painful, and she was doing her best to forget them. To never think about them, and erase them from existence.<br><br>She shuddered again, Victoria's hand grabbing at her breasts, still laying on the ground. She was told to crawl, however, and when the weight came off of her back, that's exactly what she did. She began to crawl, following at a close pace behind Mistress Victoria, who had left her skirt down.<br><br>She liked it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 09:46:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The playroom door was a heavy one; metal squealed as Victoria pushed it open, pulling Selena behind her. "Afternoon!" she said cheerily to the black-shirted staff member sitting by the door. The latter, a plump, dark-haired young woman, nodded in greeting, but said little, clearly here to keep an eye on events, though the slight flush of her cheek indicated she might just have other reasons to enjoy her duties.<br>Beyond the entrance, bright halogen lamps lit a scene from DeSade's writings. A handful of women in various states of undress were scattered among a small array of folding chairs, chattering, kissing, teasing, and indulging voyeuristic impulses as a dominatrix flogged a naked and ecstatically writhing submissive chained to a St. Andrew's cross. Nearby, two women had a third tied and suspended; they talked in low tones to each other, eyes fixed on their pet. One of them reached out and gave the girl a little push, sending her spinning, just as the sound of a slap echoed from a far corner occupied by two women, one of whom now had a reddening welt on her cheek. Her abuser pushed her to her knees, then pulled her victim's head between her legs. A shiver of ecstatic tension ran up and down her frame as her submissive began to lick. The room smelled of fresh leather and clashing perfumes.<br>"Now," Victoria remarked, crouching down and gripping Selena's jaw in her hand. "Where should we start with a bad little girl like you, Ginger?" She had dragged the poor redhead into the center of the room, before a cushioned table with several menacing straps dangling from it. "Any ideas?" she asked, her wicked tone implying that she already had a very good one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 09:53:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the pair walked through, Selena noticed the staff member's blush and began to do so herself. As much as she had thought about a moment like this, as much as she truly wanted to be here in this position, following a woman exactly like Victoria, it was all very new to her on a physical level. The smell of leather, the slapping sounds, the various positions people were in, the amount of people in the room, the ropes...All the sights and sensations to take in, the most exciting of which, to her at least, were the two in the corner. One had just been pushed to the ground, and her face disappeared beneath the other's skirt. Selena shivered a bit from the sight, a good shiver, and found herself stopping with those petite, powerful hands grasping her face again.<br><br>It appeared to Selena that she was going to be put on the table towards the center of the room, but how, why, and what the goal was eluded her. She tried to think, and all she could come up with were bad scenarios for her. Still, she allowed her own hands to come up and lightly cup those of her Mistress, which were still holding her face like a person would hold a cherished toy, an item, something of great material value to them.<br><br>Ginger smiled, lips curling and said, with more than a hint of sarcasm, "I'm not sure, Mistress. I...I thought I'd let you take the lead on this one." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 23:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria smiled, her grip tightening, and dragged Selena to her feet, bending her roughly over the table, her skirt falling to her ankles. She lifted her hand high and delivered a brutal smack to Selena's bottom, igniting a streak of burning pain across the girl's beautiful bottom. The spanking in the hallway had been a light and playful thing, compared to this pain! "That's for your sarcasm," she said, and then delivered another, equally merciless strike to Selena's other buttock. Though slender, Victoria possessed a wiry, surprising strength that she honed three times a week at the gym.<br>"That was for your 'I thought'. You're not here to think, <em>bitch</em>, you're here to <em>obey</em>, you're here to <em>suffer</em>, you're here to be <em>fucked</em> like a <em>whore</em>," she growled, her other hand pressing Selena's face to the table, pinning her down. "If I ask you a question, Ginger, the answer is 'Whatever Mistress wants,' understood?" she demanded, her fingernails sliding under Selena's panties and tugging them downward.<br>As the scrap of fabric fell down the beautiful submissive's legs, exposing her wet sex to an appreciative audience, Victoria spanked her twice more, her stinging strikes landing on Selena's upper thighs, just below the curve of her buttocks. "And that's just because I'm a bitch," she added gleefully. "Get onto the table, Ginger! Belly-up - I want everyone to have a good look at your cunt."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 06:08:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena was in heaven, for a moment. Even if she was bent over a table roughly, face just a few inches from the surface, and her butt wiggling from the brutal smack she'd just been given. Of course, she squealed, but it was a squeal of delight. The harder Victoria pushed, the more Selena seemed to adapt. The two were an excellent pair.<br><br>Another smack, and more words of dominance. Another squeal, this time accompanied by wiggling. Victoria began to talk more, saying, "You're not here to think, bitch, you're here to obey, you're here to suffer, you're here to be fucked like a whore."and similar things. <del>Selena</del> Ginger <em>loved</em> this, her face flushing red, even though a part of her was eager to get out of this uncomfortable position.<br><br>Ginger found her face pressed against the table, left cheek buckling under the pressure, and she realized how silly her shocked expression must of looked. The combination between that and her underwear yanked down suddenly contorted her expression, a mix of pain and pleasure. Two more smacks, and Ginger replied with a, "Yes, Mistress Victoria." <br><br>It wasn't robotic, either; her voice was laced with a silky goodness that showed she was enjoying this more than she appeared, and the slow way she crawled onto the table, almost like a table dancer would before laying belly-up on it, should have given Victoria a clue if anything else hadn't. Still, she remembered to bite her tongue-or literally, nibble her lips-because Victoria had told her not to speak out of turn.<br><br>She had to start listening at some point!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 08:07:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The rich depth of Selena's response sent shivers of delight up Victoria's spine - the pleasure started low and primal, then worked its way up to her mind. The girl reacted so quickly to cues; she was such a fantastic toy!<br>Victoria's hands gripped Selena's thighs just above the knee. She leaned forward, her expression sensuous, her full lips curved in a half-smile. "Yes what, Ginger? Yes, I'm a bitch?" she asked, her tone playfully dangerous. "What a disrespectful little whore you are!" Her hand slid up Selena's thigh, then rose and fell in a quick, brutal smack across the top of her thigh. "Little whore," she repeated, her eyes alight with mischief. Her hand sank back to Selena's knee - in one quick motion, she pulled the redhead's legs open, shoving her knees to the corners of the table. "Stay open, Ginger. Good girl," she purred menacingly, but her index finger slid very lightly and gently up toward Selena's clean-shaven mound. "Were you expecting someone to see this?" she asked, sliding her finger down the junction between thigh and hip. "Did you want to impress someone, with your porn-star wax?" The teasing finger crossed over the beautiful writer's taint, and back up toward her hip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 08:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena was getting bolder, and it showed. Though, while of course the few slaps sent a stinging sensation through her body, she tried to mask it with her responses, a couple of girlish yelps.<br><br>In spite of everything that happened, her sex being put on display for all the room to see, and the fact Victoria was expertly teasing her, Selena did manage one more sarcastic response.<br><br>"A la porn star for you, Mistress."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 08:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria's fingers left a tingling trail as they traced up Selena's belly to the base of her breast, the ball of her thumb lightly grazing the girl's nipple. "What a nice present, sweetheart," she teased. "But don't let me forget to wrap it up, like a present should be." Her fingers moved back down Selena's body with some reluctance - then the dominatrix pressed Selena's calf to the table leg, and, scooping up the rope restraint built into the underside of the table, expertly tied the legs of table and girl together. In less than a minute, both legs were restrained, leaving Selena helplessly pinned to the table, spread wantonly for her audience - and by now, she did have an audience! The sound of the spanks, and Selena's squeals, had draw glances from the women lounging around the playroom; her beauty had kept them. Victoria ignored them.<br><br>She stepped away from the bound girl, turning around, and hooked her thumbnails under the straps of her long, sleeveless black dress. In one slow, sensuous motion, she let it slip off her shoulders and puddle around her tall black heels. Underneath it she wore a tight, low-cut black corset, which lovingly emphasized her hourglass figure, a black g-string that hid little, and sheer black thigh-highs held up with a garter.<br>She prowled back toward the table, climbing languidly onto it, her knees framing Selena's hips, her dark hair pooling around the redhead's face. Dark, unreadable thoughts danced behind her rich dark eyes as she leaned forward and kissed her victim reverently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 08:53:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena hadn't expected...quite that response. She loved the wordplay involved; <del>being</del> once a reporter, she had to do that on a daily basis if she wanted her stories to get the article, and not someone else's.&nbsp; It didn't mean that Selena had a silver tongue in person, but sometimes, she found the will to summon that writer and translate it into something audible. Now, though, that moment had passed, and she was currently being...wrapped up, as Victoria so playfully and happily stated.<br><br>Within a minute, she found her legs pinned to the table by expertly tied ropes, which were apparently a part of this table all along. She let out a small giggle followed by a longer sigh, noticing all of the onlookers; part of her really wished the two of them were alone, for some kind of...romanticized BDSM, if such a thing were possible!<br><br>Selena watched her newest object of obsession, Mistress Victoria, get up and slip her dress off of her body. It was almost as if Victoria was trying to <em>tease</em> Selena, but then again...With someone of such beauty, why <em>wouldn' </em>she? The dress fell around her body, neatly falling in place around her black heels, but it was what she wore underneath of it that had both Selena's attention, and the entire room's.<br><br>Soaking up such an image, Ginger found herself liplocked with the stunning Dominatrix and nonreactive at first, before she began to swirl her own tongue around in surprise. Her eyes shut, though there was no need; all that hair had blocked most of Selena's vision, except for a perfect view of Victoria's seductive face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 07:47:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly, sensuously, Victoria explored Selena's mouth. There was no need to rush, now that her prey had been tamed and tied. Her lips grazed Selena's; she nibbled at the woman's chin and jawline. The redhead's trembling tongue betrayed her urgent need, and Victoria fed off her naked lust.<br>Her mouth crept along Selena's cheek, up to her earlobe. Victoria buried her nose in Selena's fragrant, scarlet curls and purred in pleasure, her teeth nipping at the girl's earlobe. She retreated slowly, the lace of her corset brushing down the length of Selena's belly as the dominatrix ran her fingertips around the borders of her bared breasts. She bit down again on Selena's collarbone, licked the wound, and bit it again, leaving a lasting little red welt to mark her affections.<br>Smiling smugly, she slithered southward, until Selena's breasts jutted out just below her face, and her hands came up to cup the submissive's breasts, her thumbs daring to caress her girl's nipples, teasing Selena, inflaming her desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 03:19:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena held her position, laying there, tied and on display for all-but to her, it was a moment between herself and the woman who'd tied her there, Victoria. The slow, sensual way Victoria was exploring her body, her mouth and her jaw, everything about it...was very unlike a "Mistress." At least, what Selena's concept of a Mistress was. <br>It continued, and Selena's body heaved once or twice. Not in pain, but pleasure. She was being overloaded in it from the smallest touches, forgetting about everyone else for a moment as Victoria made her way down Selena's lovely form, sure to leave her mark as she went.<br><br>Finally, Victoria appeared above Selena's breasts, which had been rising and falling quicker than before, moreso now from the rough grabs, turning <del>Selena</del> Ginger on more than she thought it would have in any situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 20:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria took her time with Selena's breasts, trailing her fingers delicately over the woman's generous curves, relishing the silky softness of Selena's skin. The milk-white of the redhead's skin contrasted beautifully with her pinkish nipples; every tremor of pleasure made her breasts quiver delightfully, and Victoria relished every one of Selena's involuntary motions, making the little writer squirm. The dominatrix slowly lowered her mouth to Selena's nipple, her long, pointed tongue slipping out, barely grazing the girl's sensitive nub. The first time with a new submissive was always beautiful to Victoria, and knowing it was Selena's first time with another woman - ah! Her head spun with lust!<br><br>Cruelly, she stopped there, reaching for her little black purse. She uncapped her thick red lipstick and rimmed her lips with crimson, never taking her eyes off Selena's. Then she knelt down again, attacking the woman's body with fierce lust. Her painted lips enveloped a stiff nipple; Victoria sucked and licked, smearing vivid scarlet streaks against Selena's pale skin. Her hand cupped the girl's other breast, caressing heavily and pinching lightly. After a short while, Victoria switched position, dividing her attention equally between Selena's best features. She did not keep track of time's passing - strict pacing was for paying clients; here, crouched over her prey, she meant to have some fun. Her tongue danced lasciviously over Selena's flesh, her teeth nibbled erotically - it seemed a beautiful eternity went by.<br><br>Victoria's own growing need for pleasure, her speeding pulse, and Selena's reactions finally convinced her of the time to move on. Trailing her hands and kisses down Selena's bare belly, Victoria slid off the table and to her knees. She had tied the redhead such that her sex practically jutted over the table's edge, and, with mischief in her eyes, she leaned forward to press a forceful kiss just below Selena's hip, at the juncture of crotch and thigh, leaving the last of her lipstick there, a lover's signature.<br>Her dark eyes peeking at the redhead over swell of the latter's mound, her hands gripping the girl's bound calves, Victoria began to delicately lick Selena's clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 03:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way Victoria was stroking her, sensually slithering across her skin...Selena nearly had an orgasm from that. The simple <em>touch</em> of her Mistress. And if that's what her touch could do, then what else could this wonderful woman accomplish? What pleasures would she experience if she decided to give up her career as a journalist, and start her career as...a, well, bitch? Victoria's bitch, she reminded herself. Not such a bad thing, at all...<br><br>Her thoughts continued to be drowned out by the constant waves of pleasure coming through her body. Selena had lost all sense of self, all track of time while it happened, enjoying the playful tease, the buildup...and all she had to do was lay there. It was almost as if the positions were reversed for the moment, even though Selena <em>was</em> tied down to the table. That thought only excited her even more, and-coupled with the amount of teasing she'd already received earlier, the toe-sucking in public and the teasing she was receiving now-she was about to be pushed over the edge.<br><br>The warm, magnificent tongue from Victoria's mouth did it for her. It pushed her over the edge into a climax, and there was certainly no way Victoria would miss that, being so terribly close to her most sensitive spot...But it was only then that Selena released what she'd done, in front of a rather large crowd gathered to watch the two beauty's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 09:32:38</strong>
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				Victoria savored the taste of Selena's orgasm as the redhead quivered in ecstasy underneath her. Selena was such a good, responsive partner! Her eagerness, her enthusiasm, fed Victoria's own, a cycle of dark lusts growing hotter and hotter. She gave the girl's nub a long, lascivious lick, then climbed up onto the table again, just off to the side, so that voyeurs could get a full view. The dominatrix slid a thumb over her pet's nub; two long and clever fingers slid into Selena's slit. "What a bad girl you are, Ginger," she purred, her voice laced with dark intentions. "It didn't take you but <em>moments</em> to come all over my face in public." She pressed her mouth to her victim's, emphasizing her point with a fierce, invasive kiss, her tongue pushing between Selena's lips, giving the redhead a taste of herself. "If you want to come like that again, little bitch, you're going to do exactly what I tell you to, aren't you?" Her free hand groped wildly for her purse, then dragged it close. All the while, her thumb had been rolling, erratically and erotically, over Selena's most sensitive spot, her fingers expertly searching out the girl's G-spot. "And that starts with this." She held up a white handkerchief, withdrew her hand from Selena's body, and expertly worked it into a blindfold, which she fit over the trembling writer's eyes. "I want your hands under your back," she directed. "And if they move even <em>one inch</em> before I tell them to, I will spank you so badly you won't be able to walk until January!" A ringing smack across Selena's thigh emphasized the point.<br><br>Then Victoria slid off the table and walked away, her high heels clicking on the floor.<br>"Tanisa," she said, greeting a curvaceous woman lounging on a chair not thirty feet away. The dark-eyed woman grinned and lifted a hand in reply. "Vicky. Found a new friend?"<br>Victoria couldn't stop herself from grinning. "Yes, I have. I'd like to introduce her to an old, close friend. You waiting for someone?"<br>The woman chuckled and shook her head, her dark ringlets flouncing gracefully against her mocha-colored skin. "No, not today. Thought I'd come in and get a good look before I went home, tell April a few stories."<br>"Yeah, I saw you watching," the dominatrix said, unable to hide a little note of satisfaction at the fact. Victoria tilted her head towards Selena. "Her sub name is Ginger, her safe word is tea, like the drink, I don't want her hurt, penetrated, or untied. I need to go fetch some toys - think you could entertain her?"<br>Tanisa grinned, her pearly teeth glimmering. "I could most definitely try." She rose to her feet with eager grace. "How long you gonna be?"<br>Victoria shrugged. "Not more than a minute or two."<br>The black woman nodded and the two shared a quick hug. Victoria was out the door in moments. She'd left the duffle bag by Helen's table, and there were far too many fun toys within it to leave it there!<br><br>Tanisa rested her forearms on the table; Selena's form stretched out before her. She looked down at the girl's face, which was upside down from her perspective, and then let her gaze sweep upward, over the delicate curve of the blindfolded redhead's collarbone, over the rise and fall of her breasts and the slim curves of her waist to the gentle arc of her mound. Sometimes, being a friend of 'Mistress Victoria' was fantastic.<br>"Hello, little babygirl," she said, her voice low and throaty. "Mistress V says you need a babysitter." Her fingertips gently pinned the tip of Selena's ear. "I'm Tanisa, and I think you're going to be under my wing for a little while." She traced the curve of Selena's ear, then trailed her hand up the jawline, brushing her thumb over Selena's lips. "You gonna be a good girl for me, Ginger?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 10:22:37</strong>
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				<del>Selena</del>Ginger was lost in the moment. Her mind was foggy, and she was unable to think straight. Her body, her mind; it was overwhelmed with pleasure of the absolute best kind, burning her energy level out like a candle as her orgasm subsided, and still Victoria continued to tease her. Ginger's chest heaved as she breathed in and out, listening to her new Mistress. Yes, Ginger was accepting her new role now, and pushing her 'past' life farther and farther away. The more she was pushed into her submissive, beautifully malleable state, the more she wanted to stay there. It was not unlike a drug for her, a rush she'd never experienced...a drug of the very worst kind. Once she got a taste of it, she absolutely must have more. But, apparently, Victoria was willing to give her more, and Ginger was willing to take it. Or perhaps it was the other way around; she was not sure.<br><br>She soon found herself with an aching thigh, an aching crotch, and a blindfold sensually wrapped around her forehead. She was well aware that Victoria's threat was real, for her bottom was still sore from earlier-and that had only been a teaser compared to what she had just experienced. Ginger heard Victoria's heels click away as she folded her own arms underneath of her, waiting, but was just out of earshot and unable to hear more than a few mumbled words here and there, her own name included in the conversation. Or so she thought, at least; there was no real way for her to tel.<br><br>That is, until someone that identified herself as Ginger's new 'babysitter'. It took all the willpower she had <em>not</em> to close her lips around those trailing fingers, especially when an extremity brushed against her lips. Reflexively, she closed them and swallowed, gulping; whether this new woman's thumb was caught in the action or not, Ginger would slowly open her mouth again, breathing easier now as she said, "Of course I will, Madam."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 03:50:46</strong>
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				"Madam?" Tanisa sounded amused. "What am I, your pimp? I think that job's already been taken." She smiled as Selena's lips closed around her thumb and pushed deeper into the girl's mouth. "Since Victoria's your Mistress, how about you just call me Miss? Sound good, Ginger?" As Selena's mouth opened again, two more fingers slid into her mouth. "You got a tongue like velvet, babygirl. I'm sure Victoria's taught you how to use it well, hasn't she?" The fingers in Selena's mouth pulled her head to the side, letting her feel the cool table against her cheek; Tanisa's lips brushed the captive woman's jawline. "How'd you like to show me what you've learned about pleasing a woman, Ginger?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 08:49:32</strong>
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				Ginger didn't know what she was supposed to call the newcomer, but she did enjoy the way her mouth was being manipulated. She responded well to that, even if she'd already had her own sexual release, and apparently Victoria's friend could read those signs.<br><br>Selena found herself being pulled slightly to one side until her cheek was pressed against the cold, heat-stealing slab of table that she was tied down to. Victoria's friend came closer and brushed against her, much like Victoria had only moments ago; and the reaction was the same. Selena squirmed a little bit, not sure what to say, for she really hadn't been 'trained' in anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 03:49:12</strong>
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				If Victoria and Ginger had caused a stir on their way out of the hall, Victoria caused another one as she returned. Clad only in corset and lingerie, her cheeks flushed and her dark eyes ablaze with lust, she walked through the hall as if she owned it, causing not a few guests to shiver with desire as they looked at her.<br>"My bag," she demanded peremptorily as she approached the info desk, where she'd left it by accident with Helen. A young female staffer in a tight black dress scurried to obey; with her light brown pageboy and slender build, she practically personified 'mousy'. Helen gave a wry look at Victoria. "I had Anna put it in the cloakroom. I figured you wouldn't be able to tear yourself away from your toy long enough to care," she said. Victoria grinned fiercely. "You're almost right," she replied. "But I gave her into Tanisa's tender care until I came back."<br>"Couldn't even wait an hour to slut her out, could you?"<br>"We all have our fetishes, Helen dearest."<br>"Indeed. Ah, here's Anna."<br>"Sorry for the delay, Miss," the mousy girl said, proffering Victoria's bag. Victoria practically snatched it up and turned to go, stopped only by a hesitant, "Miss?"<br>"What is it?" she inquired, looking over her shoulder at the brunette.<br>"Um," she said hesitantly. "Are you - did I hear you say you, were, um, slutting out your girl?" Her eyes sparkled with anxious interest.<br>Victoria gave her a once-over glance, assessing what she could of the girl's character. "Yes. To any woman who's interested."<br>"Even me?" Anna asked.<br>"When are you off shift?"<br>"In - in half an hour," she said, casting pleading eyes at Helen.<br>"Have you topped before?"<br>"A little," she said, flushing slightly.<br>"You're mostly submissive."<br>"I'm a switch," Anna said defensively.<br>"Why do you want my girl?"<br>Anna colored. "I just - I - uh, I don't have any good reason, I guess, she just looked so happy on the floor, I - I want to be a part of that, if I can."<br>Victoria had heard worse reasons.<br>"What do you like from submissives?"<br>"Oh, um, footplay, and oral," said Anna, after a moment.<br>"You like harder stuff too," Victoria prompted.<br>"Yes," Anna confessed, blushing. "Needles, wax, ah, birching, whips, clamps - with or without weights."<br>"You're a sadist primarily?"<br>"Yes."<br>"Helen, do you know her?"<br>"Yes," said the older woman. "She's trustworthy, according to everyone I know who's played with her." Anna's blush deepened a little, but more from gratitude than embarrassment, for once.<br>Victoria reflected a moment. "You won't get everything, but show up in a half hour and you'll get something from my Ginger." She cut off Anna's thanks with a magnanimous gesture, pirouetted on her heels and strode off to the playroom.<br><br>Inside the playroom, Tanisa had captured Selena's lips with her own, kissing, sucking, and biting at the blindfolded girl's mouth. Her spit-slicked fingers roamed over Selena's areola, teasing and pinching at the nipple. Tanisa had a girlfriend, April, and they were quite close, but they were also reasonably open about their relationship's boundaries. Not open enough, Tanisa thought regretfully, for April to tolerate Tanisa's thrusting a fist into Selena's slit, which the ebon beauty would have enjoyed greatly - watching a bound woman writhe, impaled, on her hand was one of her favorite kinks.<br>The sound of Victoria's duffel bag hitting the floor some twenty feet away drew Tanisa's attention. She looked up, and the dominatrix put a finger to her own lips. Tanisa grinned and returned her attention to Selena's mouth, probing between the girl's teeth with her tongue.<br>Victoria took off her high heels, admiring the sight of her friend and her pet making out. She padded forward silently on feet wrapped in silk pantyhose, carefully noting whether Selena's arms had moved or not. Deciding to provoke a greater reaction, the dominatrix leaned forward and stabbed her fingernails into Selena's upper thighs, just at the juncture of hip and leg. She raked her nails down cruelly, red welts blooming marvelously on Selena's fair skin. Victoria knelt, her dark hair falling across Selena's gamine limbs, and gave the woman's clit a long, lascivious lick, her tongue gliding slowly over the nub, then sinking down to brush between Selena's labia. It was an indulgent, possessive caress - pleasurable, yes, but meant more to satisfy Victoria's need to assert her ownership.<br><br>"Now who could that be?" Tanisa murmured into Selena's ear, having left the redhead's lips free, just as Victoria attacked, in order to hear Selena's reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 01:19:08</strong>
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				Ginger was enjoying her rather long make-out session with this strange, unidentified woman. Their lips were locked, and she was doing her best to suck on the invading tongue; after all, it's not like she was going to let it go to waste! Rather than push her own in, she enjoyed the sensation she got from sucking on the other, something she hadn't tried before. This entire day was simply full of new experiences for her, and yet it was half over. Basking in the afterglow of such a delicious orgasm, she was able to get slightly aroused again from such a passionate, prolonged-and exerting!-kiss. She knew all things must come to an end, however, she was not sure when...<br><br>...Until, of course, Victoria came back. Ginger knew, too, because who else would jab into her crotch like that? Squirming, letting out the most wonderful yelping sounds as Victoria continued to lick her once in a long, slow manner, her arms had indeed moved. If they hadn't before, they were certainly no longer in the same position now as when Victoria had first left, but it wasn't <em>entirely</em> her fault. Unlike her legs, her arms were left floating. It was hard for her to control her urges as it was.<br><br>Ginger's lips were parted, hanging half-open from the recent kiss and dripping with foreign saliva; there was even a small pool of the stuff under her chin. She was having the time of her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 03:40:45</strong>
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				Selena’s cry was music to Victoria’s ears. The woman’s writhing under her tongue sufficed to prove that her arms must have moved, so Victoria did not bother to pause, her mouth skillfully suckling her slut’s clit.<br>For her part, though Tanisa knew her time with “Ginger” was up, she could not prevent herself from lingering. After all, Victoria enjoyed her company, and “Ginger” was an excellent kisser, her hungry lips so soft and eager around Tanisa’s tongue.<br>“Think I’m going to have to let go now,” she finally remarked, patting Ginger’s saliva-streaked face. “Otherwise, April’s going to have words with me!”<br>Victoria nodded understandingly.<br>“This girl’s a nice prize, though,” Tanisa said wistfully, running her fingers up and down the submissive’s cheeks, smearing that little puddle of spit all over. “Enjoy her. I might be back tomorrow!”<br>Victoria’s fey grin left no doubt about her enjoyment or her desire to have her friend join in again. She silently blew Tanisa a kiss, wanting to keep her identity quiet, not guessing that Selena already knew her Mistress’ touch so well.<br>Victoria gifted Selena with a few more licks and kisses as Tanisa left; when she withdrew her lips, they were painted with the redhead’s lust. She padded back to her bag, not bothering to give Selena any warning about her departure – let the girl wonder!<br>From her bag of playthings, Victoria withdrew and buckled a strap-on over her panties, its thick pink length jutting menacingly from between her hips, and a small bottle of lube. She had double-sided toys, but elected not to use one, despite her own burning lust. She had plans and a schedule to keep now. Her own enjoyment could wait until later, the dominatrix thought, heading back to her pet.<br><br>“Let’s play a guessing game, sweetheart,” she purred sweetly, leaning on her elbows, next to Selena’s head. “If you guess right, Ginger, there will be a little prize for you.” She straightened up, sliding off the table, and pressed the side of the dildo to Selena’s thigh. “Can you guess what this is, princess?” she asked, her voice high and lilting, so very patronizing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 03:53:03</strong>
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				Selena was enjoying herself. Greatly. Though anyone who was watching would have been able to see that, and no doubt, Victoria could certainly <em>taste</em> it! The touch of her Mistress was setting off fires inside of her that she thought had already run their course. She'd never been one to have multiple orgasms in quick succession, but today may very well be an exception to that rule.<br><br>She was absolutely loving the attention her face was getting. Like a true slut, she allowed herself to be licked and kissed, sucking on that invading tongue, and accepting the aftermath. A face-full of saliva, rubbed in even more by the strange yet incredible kisser. Part of her mind was wandering toward dirty, dirty thoughts indeed. Far dirtier than she'd ever had before, outrageously so, and the timing couldn't have been better-or worse-for her. She allowed herself to succumb to such a lustful state, because it felt so god damn good. Who wouldn't do it?<br><br>It was at this time Victoria left and returned, pressing something between her already quivering, once-stained thighs. Her body's production of heat, sweat, and other juices was in overdrive; her face was beat red, her breath so hot it burned as it exited her nostrils and even warmed her mouth. <del>Selena</del> Ginger knew what it was. Or at least she thought she did, but she was having a hard time forming coherent words amidst gasps and groans.<br><br>"I..." she took a minute to steady herself as the object pressed into the side of one of her thighs. "It feels like a dildo, Mistress." Simply saying the words caused her to quiver. She wondered how far this could go, before she became sexually exhausted...and then wondered if that was Victoria's plan. She gulped at the thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 01:08:57</strong>
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				"And how do you know what a dildo feels like, Ginger?" Victoria demanded. "Do you play with one? Have you got a box of nasty toys at home?" The dildo's head roamed up Selena's thigh, brushed over her labia, and pressed hard against her flesh, just beneath her hip, so close to penetrating. "Have you ever wished a woman would do you with one, Ginger? Did you go home after our first meeting and rub yourself silly thinking of this moment?"<br>She ran her hands up Selena's thighs, cupped her hips, squeezed, and then slid upward, until her hands rested on the base of Selena's breasts. "Tell me about your filthy fantasies, you little whore," she purred, running her thumbs lewdly over Selena's sensitive skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 10:26:13</strong>
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				Selena <em>hadn't</em> gone home that night and played with herself, though her mind certainly had wandered. And of course she owned one! Any person-man, woman, or somewhere in between-that denied pleasing themselves was a liar. It was a natural, primal urge...And it just felt fucking incredible, too. Who could go their entire life without that?<br><br>Selena was not that person. She didn't know Victoria very well, but didn't need to; normally, she would have been very against a stranger using an equally foreign object on her crotch, but...she couldn't resist. Victoria squeezed and rested on her breasts, Selena's nipples rock hard from all the stimulation she'd been receiving; whoever that woman was before had really turned her on by rubbing the spit into her face. She didn't know why, but it had.<br><br>"Oh, Mistress, I..." She wasn't sure what to say. What she really wanted was some one on one time with Victoria...<br><br>"...Mistress, I'd like to tell you something...but, come closer..." She wanted to ask her to go somewhere private, and should Victoria lean forward, that's exactly what she would ask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 04:35:53</strong>
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				Victoria slithered onto the table, her shins pressing Selena's thighs against its surface. The lacy curves of her corset brushed over the redhead's breasts, and the dominatrix's plastic shaft ground menacingly against her flat belly. "What have you got to say to me, little pussy-cat?" Victoria purred, her cheek rubbing Selena's as she put her ear next to her prey's delectable lips. "Is it a secret?" she teased, her hands prowling sensuously over the redhead's neck and shoulders as she listened to the girl's plea for privacy, her dark hair scattered like silk over Selena's fair skin.<br><br>Her laughter rang out, high and mocking. "Oh, my poor, dumb, lovely cunt," she said sweetly, her hand closing around Selena's jawline. "I told you you'd be whored tonight. I told you you'd fuck strangers, and you said yes. You practically begged me to take the leash. Your exhibition is going to be the <em>least</em> of your humiliations!" Her grip felt like iron; she rocked Selena's face back and forth, her fingers tugging the woman's mouth open. "You have two options, Ginger. Give the safe word and go home, or take it like a <em>paddy bitch</em>. And until you exercise the former, <em>this</em> is how much I care about what you want," she said, and spat into Selena's mouth. "Suck it down," she ordered, pushing the girl's mouth closed, and then, out of malice, spat again onto her lush red lips. The warm, humiliating liquid dribbled down Selena's chin, and Victoria admired it with cruel glee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 23:28:11</strong>
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				The way Victoria slithered up Selena's body made her squirm in pleasure. She was almost being overloaded with it tonight, and was quickly learning to love everything she'd been put there. Her body was associating anything Victoria did with pleasure, and the result was rather self explanatory...It was like a consensual, sensual form of hypnosis. And Selena loved every bit as Victoria drew closer, that plastic shaft she'd put on grinding against Selena's belly...And Selena loved every damn minute of it. She was barely able to get her request for privacy to leave her lips, and even as they did, she felt like she should have kept them to herself.<br><br>In truth, Ginger just wanted to lay there, pressed against Victoria as she was, for a long time.<br><br>But that wouldn't happen. Victoria's laughter would fill the room-and Ginger's ears-causing her face to blush deeper if such a thing were possible. Already her skin color matched her hair, and it was hard to imagine a deeper shade of red. unless she was choking on something. In this case, it may have been her own pleasure and humiliation! Victoria's hands gripped around her face, eliciting another exquisite squirm, and it was all too obvious how much she <em><strong>loved</strong></em> her face to be touched in that way. Rough or not, the attention was...perfect, for her. <br><br>Victoria spoke, and Ginger listened. She stared where she thought the orbs filling Victoria's eye sockets would be; with a blindfold on, it was rather hard to actually see. Her face was rocked back and forth, a toy, an object to be played with. A plump, squishy, pale, sexy object. Ginger would have opened her mouth willingly, but instead her lips were parted by powerful fingers, and the next thing she knew, a wad of warm saliva was thrown into her mouth. Ginger never even <em><strong>considered</strong></em> using the safe word! She wouldn't have it. No, she would rather drink her Mistress' saliva-as disgusting as that may seem-than admit defeat and go home. She gulped and swallowed the spit, savoring it's tangy, foreign flavor before more was slathered onto her lips, dribbling down as Ginger's throat flexed to swallowed the last.<br><br>Ginger's eyes were lit up, just like they had been in the hallway; unless Victoria was truly blind to her emotions, she would be able to see Ginger's incredible sense of enjoyment...of fulfillment.&nbsp; She had hoped that, somehow, such enjoyment filling her eyes would somehow allow her to see through the satin covering her eyes. It, of course, did nothing of the sort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 01:44:10</strong>
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				Human beings have a language more expressive than mere words; Selena's writhing told Victoria everything she needed to know. The arching of Selena's belly, the soft movements of her throat as she swallowed, the shifting play of shadows across her blindfold as her eyes moved and strained futilely - all of these spoke eloquently to Victoria.<br>"My pet," she whispered warmly, pressing the length of her body against Selena's. "My pet, my prey, my lover, my doll - my Ginger," she crooned, her lips brushing Selena's forehead. "Oh, how I'm going to make you cry tonight," she said, and sounded almost regretful. "I'm going to see your pretty little cheeks bathed in your own tears, darling."<br>Her thumbnails slipped under the blindfold and eased it upward; it bunched up on Selena's forehead and then slipped off reluctantly, lying among her curls like a discarded headband.<br>"Look me in the eyes, Ginger," Victoria said, her face just inches from Selena's. "I want you to look me in the eyes, while I fuck you."<br><br>Her hips lifted off Selena's, and the length of the plastic shaft dragged down Selena's white skin until its head pressed against her folds. Wordlessly, Victoria bent down, her lips covering Selena's, as her tool pressed into Selena's body, inch by inch, where no woman had touched her before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 06:29:48</strong>
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				Selena's vision came back to her after a time, though Victoria's words and actions painted a picture for her that could not be expressed. Something that could not be seen in the physical sense, however it could be...<em>felt.</em> Ginger writhed again, anticipating what was to follow-both with excitement and dread. She'd never been penetrated, anywhere, with a plastic shaft...But she had no choice, tonight.<br><br>Victoria's lips smothered the sounds coming from Ginger's throat as the plastic head entered her, slowly at first, before surely picking up speed and intensity. She grunted, returning the kiss with a vibration from her gut, effectively turning her into a human vibrator for a time as her first true experience with another woman began. Ginger had regained her energy from her previous orgasm, and was ready to do so again; she never thought the simple touch of a piece of plastic could be so lovely.<br><br>But she never thought she would be tied to a table, her lips pressed against another woman's, their bodies flattening each others, either.<br><br>She loved it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 07:24:09</strong>
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				Victoria moaned into Selena's mouth as she buried "herself" to the hilt inside the woman. Her noise was equal parts triumph and lust - triumph, because of Selena's overwhelming and quivering response; lust, because the girl's body pushed against the strap-on, and the base of the phallus therefore pushed back against its leather thong and ground gently against the dominatrix's crotch, her body already inflamed with desire for her fiery-haired beauty.<br><br>Victoria's hands slid down Selena's face, one pausing at her neck while the other slipped over her breast, gently thumbing her nipple, and then slid down to slip between their grinding bodies and run a finger over the submissive girl's engorged clitoris as she pulled out slowly, letting Selena feel every bump and groove anew as she withdrew. "When you can't take any more, blink your eyes repeatedly," Victoria murmured into Selena's ear, and if the submissive wondered what "it" was, her question was quickly answered as Victoria's ivory hand clenched tightly around her throat!<br>The dominatrix began to count inside her head - one-mississippi, two-mississippi, three - resolving to let go at thirty even if the girl didn't beg for mercy earlier; just a taste of breathplay would suffice for now, to terrify a beginner, and the counting helped distract her from the pleasurable sensations as she bucked her hips forward and plunged back into Selena, counting on the endorphins of oxygen deprivation to make her thrusting unspeakably erotic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 07:34:33</strong>
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				Selena had never experienced any of this before. She'd thought about experimenting, sure, but choking yourself was generally frowned upon if you were caught. Here, she didn't have a choice.<br><br>Hands tightened around her neck, adding on to the already overwhelming sensation she was being put through, continuing to tighten their grip until finally...she could get no air. The grip was rough, and would most likely leave a mark after the fact, even if it was small, but the crimson-scalped woman didn't care. The lack of air began to make her face sweat, and those once sweet moaning sounds turning into incoherent babbles, choking-literally- and fighting for air. Her body heaved, her chest and abdomen contracted as it was supposed to; but no air was sucked in.<br><br>The entire time, there was a constant rubbing, a constant pounding of pleasure in her crotch, quickly bringing her to another orgasm in front of a crowd. She would come soon, she knew, and was starting to get lost in the feeling. Victoria had power over her; so much power, she could control when she breathed...even <em><strong>what</strong></em> she breathed, if she felt like it.<br><br>Ginger didn't want anything more than to be controlled like that for the rest of her life. Maybe it was the pleasure talking, or maybe it wasn't...But either way, that was all she had on her mind as she squirmed, deprived of oxygen, sweating, grunting as another fifteen seconds went by...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 09:27:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slightly stunned by Selena's shockingly quick orgasm, Victoria released the girl's neck. As her pet gasped for air, Victoria laid her hands on Selena's thighs. The domme's fingers moved reflexively in enticing circles as she considered. Not all that much time had passed.<br>"Fuck it," Victoria announced. "I'm getting my share of the fun." She undid the buckles of the strap-on, leaving it buried inside Selena as she crawled onto the table again. A quick tug of her fingernails later, a black, silk G-string landed on Selena's belly. As she straddled the woman's head, she dug her fingers into her lover's thick mane of hair, relishing the soft warmth of it. "Hungry, baby-dyke?" she teased, guiding Selena's face to her crotch. "I can't say I shaved just for you, but at least we match, and that's what's important, isn't it, Ginger? Want a little taste of honey? <em>Beg</em> for it!" she demanded, holding her pet just an inch from her soft, inviting skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 10:21:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was Selena's time to give back, apparently. And she didn't mind, at all. In fact, after her quick orgasm-even quick by her standards which, admittedly, weren't very high at this point-it was the preferred position. Her body was tired, and she needed time to gain her energy back; she wasn't sure if she'd <em>ever</em> be able to get it back after experiencing what it was like to be choked during an orgasm, but she had faith in herself. The memory of that moment flooded back, and she realized just how much she enjoyed the amplified effect of oxygen deprivation...<br><br>Before she was brought back to reality. That plastic shaft still sat inside of poor Ginger as Victoria removed her silky underwear, the G-string landing on her belly before Victoria straddled Ginger's face. Ginger looked up and licked her lips, ready to do what she'd been wanting to do for a long time now. Victoria gripped her thick crimson skull and dragged it towards her crotch, though stopping just an inch away from the wet , supple flesh. Selena licked her lips again and said, "Please, Mistress. I want a taste of honey...more than a taste. I want the whole damn jar!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 01:26:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll bet you do, you greedy little bitch," Victoria taunted smugly. She pushed Selena's mouth against her upper thigh, smearing the woman's lipstick against her soft skin. "You <em>are</em> my bitch, aren't you, Ginger? My little lezzy bitch!" Her hand cupped Selena's breast and squeezed cruelly, her nails digging into the redhead's gorgeous globe. "I want to hear you say it, right out loud for everyone to hear, Ginger!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 13:26:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amongst all the other emotions running through Selena at that moment, the various physical sensations of pain, pleasure and simple exhaustion...She never thought humiliation and subservience could feel so <em><strong>good.</strong></em><br><br>Ginger opened her mouth and practically screamed "I am your <em>bitch</em>, Mistress Victoria. And I wouldn't have it any other way!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 02:20:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena's cry cut through the room's background noise - the swish of leather, the yelps and sobs of submissive women, the pleased murmurs of their dominatrices. A brief second of silence followed, full of dark appreciation for a woman's surrender, and then the debauchery resumed.<br>Victoria laughed - a low, gleeful, triumphant sound. She lifted Selena's head, stroked the girl's cheek, and smiled. "And what a good little bitch you are, Ginger," she purred. The hand on Selena's cheek rose and fell swiftly, leaving a blossoming scarlet handprint on her face. "Bitch," Victoria repeated with crude glee. "Eat me."<br>She pressed the helpless woman's mouth to her crotch, grinding herself against Selena's face, her thighs, wet with arousal, clamping around Selena's head. Victoria's sable hair fell around her face, hiding her expression of delight from everyone but her victim. "Go on," she urged, her voice thick with lust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 05:37:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ginger loved it. She loved the way everything-at least to her-seemed to stop during that brief moment where she'd let out a cry of truth. Ginger was well aware that they were the center of attention for that moment, but at the same time, she didn't really care. All she cared about was Victoria's hands lifting her head, stroking her cheek and smiling. Talking to her, down at her, just like a toy, a bitch. And that's exactly what Ginger was...wasn't she? The thoughts came naturally, now, and she didn't try to fight them.<br><br>Nor did she fight the slap that left a hand print on her face, causing the already sensitive flesh to sting with pain and heat. Before she even had the chance to do anything in return however, Victoria pressed Ginger's face against her crotch. And Ginger was in heaven for a moment, the only thing that could possibly make the moment better...no. She'd save such thoughts for later!<br><br>Selena grinned, and Victoria would most likely be able to feel the facial twitches. Eyes locked with her Mistress, Ginger began to lick and suck against that wet mound, thighs clamping her face to the table and forcing her to remain in place. Controlling her every movement, pinning her, almost smothering her. Victoria's scent filled her nostrils, which caused Ginger to sigh in excitement before inhaling once more, using that energy to continue her licks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 06:02:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh," Victoria sighed, her voice quivering as Selena's tongue lapped at her crotch. Her fingers threaded the gorgeous girl's thick hair, trembling with ecstasy as her new lover licked away. She could not stop herself from rocking eagerly against Selena's mouth. Little noises of animal lust escaped from her parted lips as she gave into the lust that had been building in her since she'd laid hands on Selena's leash.<br><br>Her other hand slipped forward, cupping her pet's breast. Her thumb slid over the erect nipple, wandering crazily as Victoria's rising orgasm threatened to overcome her self-control. "Oh, you sexy little <em>darling</em>," the dominatrix whimpered, her eyes lidded with pleasure. "Oh, you're going to need a <em>lot</em> of <em>practice</em> with this, oh yes!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 23:11:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ginger...was in heaven. She was a novice at this, it was true, but her tongue...it felt so natural, so...good. It felt like this was her place, to be the oral slut forever and always for Mistress Victoria...<br><br>She felt Victoria spasming about her, slightly, though her brain was focused elsewhere. She continued to lap, to suck, and to kiss where she could. Her tongue swirled around and around, searching for that sensitive mound before...<br><br>She began to vibrate her mouth, acting as a human dildo.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:41:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, fuck, fuck, you filthy little bitch," Victoria mewled, her body trembling with a powerful orgasm. White-hot ecstasy washed over her; her thighs clenched tightly around Selena's head. Her unleashed lust dribbled down Selena's cheeks. Oh, she'd built up <em>so much need</em> today! The dominatrix, struggling through the haze of her primal emotions, managed to lift herself off Selena's mouth momentarily, admiring her lover's stained face.<br><br>"Good girl," Victoria said, panting. "Such a <em>very</em> good girl you are, Ginger. Hell, I don't think I'm ever let you going to get off this table." Her fingers stroked the girl's wet cheeks eagerly. "Again, my little bitch, again. I want your tongue married to my clit for the next hour!" she ordered, her voice fierce with lust as she ground her crotch against the girl's mouth again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whips and Ink [Synecdoche17 and DarkCassandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkCassandra</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 00:26:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selena's face was already stained by her Mistress' powerful convulsions of pleasure...though she had a long way to go, apparently! She gasped when Victoria lifted off of her for a moment, admiring her lover's body...while her own face remained stained, blushing red, and pitifully heaving for air. Not much changed; a few harsh words filled the air around them before her face was once against buried against Victoria's crotch, that tongue resuming it's lovely motions.<br><br>But, she was getting tired. She didn't know if she could keep this up for ten <em>minutes</em>, let alone an <em>hour..</em>.
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