Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)
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				Title: <strong>Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aced</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 22:29:31</strong>
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				Jeremiah, Miah to those he trusted, drank deeply from a bottle of chilled water. The icy liquid felt good as it cooled his throat, a sharp contrast to the blood that boiled in his veins. In the mirror his face retained a calm emotionless demeanor, though his deeply tanned skin was flushed and hot. Raven black hair, though slightly messy from his recent work, framed his piercing blue eyes. His leather clad body breathed easily though sweat speckled his smooth arms and exposed muscular chest. He breathed deeply, containing the arousal that was obvious through his tight leather pants in an exercise of control. The secret to being a great master was not only the skill to control others, but to control ones self.<br><br>The petite blonde, bound and blindfolded on the bed behind him was not faring as well. Her naked chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath. A slight smile tugged at the edge of his lips as he pulled a cube of ice from a bucket that kept his water cold and slipped it into his mouth. The breath of the blonde caught in her throat as Miah climbed back into the bed, her blind eyes seeking out an apparition she could not see. Her knees bent but could not close due to the spreader that he had bound her in. <br><br>The woman, a young and successful public defender, had been brought to the guild to be taught a lesson. She was part of an appointed task force that was targeting the League of Masters and Mistresses, an organization that had been disciplining submissives for centuries, aiming to shut them down. Jeremiah had expected the woman to put up more of a fight, though he often found that women who strictly mastered their day to day routine were often the most in need of a Master if their own. She tried to sit up, but the hands cuffed behind her back and spread legs prevented her from getting enough leverage. <br><br>With a firm and commanding hand he pushed her back against the mattress as his lips found her neck with the icecube firmly gripped between his lips. She shivered beneath the cool touch of the ice cube contrasting sharply from the his hot breath as he exhaled and trailed the cube down her neck and onto her rising and falling chest. Touching it gingerly to her exposed nipples caused her to moan over the gag that had been forced into her mouth. Her whimpers of agonizing pleasure made his blood rush faster, though he denied himself, and her, of the relief that an orgasm would bring. The cube trailed off her chest and onto her stomach as he continued his decent her body arching and squirming in anticipation as her whimpers begged to spurn him onward. Jeremiah only slowed in response until she stilled herself, her heavy breathing the only sign of her need. <br><br>He was interrupted suddenly as someone barged through the door. Pulling his lips away from the blonde, she whimpered and twised against her bondage again. Jeremiah's face was angry and stern as they fell onto the black haired, pale skinned beauty that had interrupted his work.<br><br><strong>"You forget fourself, Delia,"</strong> Jeremiah's voice said in a deeply chastising voice as Delia looked abashed at the sudden interruption. A mistress herself, Jeremiah had claimed her as a member of his own clan after the two had undergone a ritual domination session, teasing and taunting one another until one had submitted. Delia had given in first, after 24 hours straight. Jeremiah went back to his mirror again to drink from his icy bottle of water, secretly pulling a leather paddle with small, round metal studs poking through one side and hid it behind his back as he approached her. <br><br><strong>"Forgive me Master Jeremiah," </strong> she said fromerly though her head did not bow. She was, after all, a mistress and she could hardly be expected to submit to someone without a little coercion. <strong>"But you have been chosen for the ritual to decide the knew guild master. I thought you would like to know," </strong> she said with a slight smile. In the next instant a loud SMACK broke the room's silence as the leather paddle hit Delia hard against her ass exposed by her favorite pair of assless chaps. The contact brought her to her knees and she hissed in pleasure, her eyes locked on Jeremiah's imploringly. It was a fetish he had discovered during their time together, and one he used against her to enforce her submission. <br><br>Bending over he whispered softly in her ear, <strong>"Next time you will knock on my door before entering. Is that clear?"</strong> he asked her as his hand rubbed her stricken cheek soothingly. <br><br>This time, her eyes turned downward before answering, <strong>"Yes Master Jeremiah."</strong> He nodded to her and dismissed her before returning to the blonde. <br><br><strong>"I have business to attend to, my dear," </strong> he told the woman who stilled instantly at his touch as he removed the cuffs, the spreader, and finally the gag leaving only the blindfold in place. <br><br><strong>"Please, don't leave before I've gotten..."</strong> she started pleadingly. <br><br><strong>"You will wait here,"</strong> he interupted her in his deep commanding voice. She stopped talking, nodding her head in compliance. Quick as a cat, he grabbed her wrists as she moved her hands to remove her blindfold. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, biting her lip as they seperated. <strong>"You are allowed to sleep while I am gone, nothing more."</strong> Nodding again, she laid back on his satin covered bed making no moves to remove her blindfold again. Pleased, Jeremiah left to meet his competitor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 23:28:22</strong>
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				Delia stood, watching as the young man beneath her breathed easily, red welts stretching across is back, and ass. He was completely nude, white blond hair awry, cheeks flushed and face pale. Little Robbie. A knee on the bed, behind him, she leaned down, her full lips brushing against the boy's neck and shoulder, before she pulled a silk sheet over his body to keep him warm. Poor boy. Long, manicured fingers gently dragging down his bent leg, she turned from the small alcove, to lounge in a hammock-chair in her dungeon. <br><br>Her red hair was pulled back severely, the waist-long tail ramrod straight, hair varying lengths, belying the layers the style she occasionally let loose sported. Humming softy, she swung herself with her booted toes, heels easily four inches, boots reaching mid-thigh. Reaching to a table, she retrieved a champagne glass, full of sparkling juice. She wasn't the type to allow lowered senses due to inebriation. <br><br>Delia's black rimmed, green eyes slid back to the boy, and she tsked softly. He was becoming far too devoted to her. She'd taken him two years ago, from the Foster home her elderly aunt ran. He'd been a troublemaker, needling at the other children's uncertainties. As he had been needled before. She had been twenty at the time. The boy had progressed wonderfully, at first resisting, though she had expected that. Then he had broken. It had been quite the task to rebuild the boy's confidence, teach him how to please her, teach him how to respect others, himself. He was nineteen now. His training was complete. She would be sad to see him go, but he was not hers to keep. <br><br>He would resist the freedom. He knew captivity, caring, and discipline, now. But she had given him the tools. Tomorrow, she would give him clothing, an apartment, and enough money for him to live off of for six months, nine if he stretched. She would also give him a letter of recommendation to many of her acquaintances, tradespeople. He would have the choice of carpentry, leather work, welding, cooking... He would be fine.<br><br>A tentative knock broke her from her revile, and Delia stood, striding to the door. Shawna, a young apprentice was there. "Mistress," She said softly, bobbing in a curtsy. <br><br>"Shawna, what is it?" She asked, her voice soft, to avoid waking her charge. <br><br>"The challenge." the girl gulped in response, panting softly. She'd run. "You've been chosen to compete for the Guild Master position." She explained breathlessly.<br><br>Full, pink lips spread in a smile, revealing prominent canines. "Thank you, Shawna." Delia said, bending to kiss the top of the girl's head. <br><br>Delia had immediately begun her Clan upon entry to the Guild, competing with Masters and Mistresses, within a year gaining eight in her flock, theirs adding to hers. Her clan really was rivalled by only one.<br><br>Stepping back inside, to kiss Robbie`s head, she wrote him a quick note, and slid it beneath his hand, before turning and leaving the chamber.<br><br>She strode down the hallway, in boots, a black, lace thong, matching garter belt, and red silk, black lace corset. She needed no more. Nobody really ever needed more. Reporting to the Colosseum, she awaited in her wing, for the current Master, an older man named Derrick to call this ritual to an open, and pronounce the Witnesses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aced</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 18:07:37</strong>
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				Jeremiah sat comfortable in a plush red seat as he waited to be summoned into the main coliseum. His black leather pants strained against his crossed legs as his black cotton cloak, with a high tight collar, flowed over his otherwise naked torso. He was eager to find out who his competitor was and begin the challenge to stake his case for the High Master's seat. Yet he fought the urge to fidget and instead sat perfectly still, his gaze laying unbroken on the closed door to his waiting room. When the door finally opened, Jeremiah leaned forward expecting the page that had been sent to summon. <br><br>Jeremiah rose to his feet with a slight surprise as Derrick, the High Master that had called the challenge, entered the room. Derrick was broad and muscular, his age only apparent in his silver hair and dignified face. The High Master was the pinnacle of control and discipline as his face seemed carved from stone giving away none of his own thoughts. Jeremiah inclined his head ever so slightly in submission and obedience to the still reigning master of the guild. Derrick, as the master, did not incline his head in return, but instead spoke, <strong>"Miah,"</strong> he greeted, one of the few people that called Jeremiah by his nickname, <strong>"I take it that you know why you have been summoned."</strong><br><br><strong>"For the challenge,"</strong> Jeremiah answered, <strong>"Though the summons was rather sudden for such an..."</strong><br><br><strong>"The process of the challenge is not for you to determine,"</strong> Derrick answered. His voice cut over Jeremiahs like iron. Though his tone was not cruel it instantly shackled Jeremiah's tongue. <br><br>Jeremiah did not apologize, but he did not pursue the topic. Instead he asked, <strong>"May I ask who my competitor is?"</strong><br><br><strong>"The only one as worthy as yourself to be a challenger, perhaps more so even than you,"</strong> Derrick said though his expression remained even. <strong>"She rose to her rank quicker than you did and I have even heard tell that you <em>desire</em> her greatly."</strong><br><br>Jeremiah's control faltered as his eyes lit up with an internal fire. Delia fired his blood in a way that no other had and felt his blood rush in response to Derrick's confirmation that the leader of the only faction that rivaled his own. The only fantasies he allowed himself to entertain were fantasies of himself testing Delia's resolve. With a deep breath Jeremiah brought his reaction, and his sudden wanton desire, under control again. <strong>"My ascent was ordered and controlled. I ensured that I absorbed as much knowledge and experience as I could as I mastered my way to my seat rather than recklessly advancing."</strong><br><br><strong>"Order and control are an artisans tools in our trade, Miah,"</strong> Derrick answered, <strong>"but raw passion can be infectious and dangerous. Watch that fire that burns in you for Delia, else it be your very undoing." </strong> Derrick finally turned to leave, calling back over his shoulder, <strong>"Wait for us in the coliseum."</strong><br><br>And then Derrick was gone, leaving Jeremiah alone with only his thoughts of the upcoming challenge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 18:43:53</strong>
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				Delia stood, rolling her back slowly, looking around the small antechamber, awaiting her summons. This place had become nearly a second home by now, though she hardly felt comfortable sitting on those chairs. Instead she paced, as she was wont to before a challenge. She's had them last for quite some time. It was a shame they never provided food or drinks in the chamber. Perhaps not, though. She'd made sure to relieve herself before making it to the chamber. She was not a fan of bodily wastes, and as a result, would not subject another to that if she would not allow herself to be subjected to it.<br><br>The door opened unexpectedly, and Delia pivoted on her heel, before stalling, surprise filling her features. Immediately dropping into a deep curtsy, she murmured "Master."<br><br>She had never spoken much with Derrick. She'd petitioned him two years ago to allow her to bring in her charge, and not long before that to be allowed to join the guild. He'd never really spoken with her, though. She was quite content to submit to him on a... professional basis, though she was not sure how she would react if he commanded her to submit fully to him.<br><br>Abuse from a former master was a hard scar to forget.<br><br>"Delia, sit." Derrik replied, and she obeyed, looking up to him, though avoiding proper eye contact. "You have been selected to compete for the position of guild Mistress. This should not overtly surprise you. You have quickly climbed through the ranks.<br><br>She bobbed her head demurely, and awaited the finish to his speech.<br><br>"You will be competing against Jeremiah." He added. "You have ten minutes."<br><br>With that, the Master left, and Delia gulped. Of course it was Jeremiah. Who else? They had nearly equal amounts of power.. equal everything. He was the logical competitor. He was also gorgeous, and terrifying. There was a reason she had avoided the man. He looked exactly like....<br><br>Pushing the thought out of her mind, she took a deep breath, and faced the exit, steeling herself. She would simply have to win, and avoid him as she had been doing. She had to <em>remember</em> that he was not Jeremy, and that, though they would compete, they both owed each other respect. He would not Hurt her. He would not take all he could, he would not drain her.<br><br>She just had to remember that when string into the face so like Jeremy's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aced</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 18:44:44</strong>
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				The colliseum in which the Master and Mistress of the order would face off was luxuriously dressed for the occassion. Back curtains had been draped about the area giving it the illusion of privacy. Outside the black satin drapes sat the Masters and Mistresses Guild in its entirety. Because the match of willpower and domination that was about to commence would effect the entire guild, they watched with baited breath and faces flushed with excitement. Yet, not a sound could be heard from the spectators, even as Jeremiah entered the arena.<br>&nbsp;<br>He made sure to control the hunger that heated his insides. The challenge would require him to not only dominate his opponent but to show that he was capable of dominating the entire guild. Keeping his face impassive with his hands behind his back, he surveyed his surroundings. In the center of the arena stood a king sized four poster bed made of solid cherry oak. Various straps and chains hung from the solid bed allowing for a multitude of restraining postions while matching cherry tables held a buffet of toys and tools whie free standing, heavy cherry racks could also be used to restrain one's competition. A bucket of ice sat on another nearby table its surface collecting condensation as the chilled inside met with the warm air of the arena. Within the bucket was bottled water, an important neccessity in challenges such as these. Hydration could often decide the victor if one forgot to drink. Also within the icy depths were toys of different sizes whose surfaces were designed to retain the cooling sensation that the ice would provide.<br>&nbsp;<br>The bed was dressed with red silk sheets and a light black satin comforter. Soft fluffy pillows adorned the head of the bed. The entire arena was designed to provide stark contrasts, just as the challenge itself would. In Jeremiah's mind the plush bedding representing the sensual teasing of masterful lips while the hard steel and rough leather straps resembled firm hands and an iron resolve.<br>&nbsp;<br>Removing the high collared long black coat that he wore, exposing his bare torso and leather pants, he ran a hand tenderly across the soft velvet sheets wondering if Delia's skin would be as soft.<br>&nbsp;<br>Patiently, he waited for his competitor.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 21:44:23</strong>
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				Delia stepped into the arena, head held high, eyes slowly surveying the area, noting every single item, as an ally and an enemy. Her green eyes ended their sweep on her opponent, her face remaining impassive as her stomach seemed to drop away, and she fought against the fear. Blinking slowly, she raised her eyes to the black sheets, the illusion of privacy. Slowly licking her lips, she took a deep breath, her eyes returning to her opponent. <em>This is it...</em> She thought. Letting her shoulders relax, she waited for Derrik to begin the match.<br><br>She said nothing, which was odd in and of itself. Barbs were usually shared in the beginning, taunts. Delia was usually quite vocal. Then again, this much had never ridden on a challenge. They had never looked like Him. She'd been able to put that aside. Nobody knew about the scars that webbed her back, nobody understood when she locked herself in the dungeon, all alone, taking no messages. She did not need to explain, except for when asked directly by Derrik. He hadn't asked.<br><br>Her hands lay against her sides, as she waited, staying in one spot, instead of prowling over, whispering into her opponent's ear, hissing taunts, trying to begin before the beginning, never touching them. Looking to the bed she noted the various restraints. She noted his cloak on the floor, noted everything there was.&nbsp; Anything to keep the fear at bay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aced</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 02:09:29</strong>
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				<strong>"Competitors,"</strong> the disembodied voice of Derrik echoed through the arena, though Jeremiah's eyes remained locked on Delia's, <strong>"You each are alloted 2 hours. The first to orgasm submits to the other as their new master, and as the master of the guild. You may begin." </strong> <br>&nbsp;<br>And so the dance begins, Jeremiah thought as he remained perfectly still after they were given the signal to start, each of them measuring the other's resolve. Often in challenge between two masters, who went first was a deciding factor in the match. Jeremiah's training had taken this into account, and in many of his matches he allowed his opponents to go first. Not only did it create the illusion of an advantage for them, but it allowed him a peek into their fetishes and desires. Dominating was about knowing another's weaknesses and using those weaknesses until they begged for mercy. Jeremiah's skin tingled at the thought. <br>&nbsp;<br>He turned from her then, allowing her to face his back and practically giving her the advantage of surprise. Collecting two crystal glasses off a silver platter Jeremiah poured them both generous glasses of Brandy, much more than he expected they would ever be able to finish. Instead he just wanted Delia to have ample time to make her first move. The polished surface of the cherry oak table that held the Brandy fogged against his hand, the heat emenating from his body greater than that of the surface of the wood and betraying his desire. Hastily he removed his hand as he poured the Cognac into the crystal glasses. <br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"I suppose that now we decide who will be going first,"</strong> he said aloud as he closed the bottle of Brandy and returned it to its platter, sipping the amber liqour lightly. The smooth liquid cooled his body and mind as he swallowed, though only temorarily. Keeping his back to her, he smiled slyly to himself, eager with anticipation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 16:59:06</strong>
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				Delia's back was tense, even beneath the unforgiving boning of her corset. Keeping her eyes slightly off of him, as he sized her up, then turned abruptly. She studied the lines of his back, strong, corded with muscle. She watched his muscles move, her tense, studying him, as he lifted the decanter of alcohol, pouring two glasses even as he spoke of deciding who was to go first. <br><br>"It seems you have already decided." She replied, voice cooled, eyes like chips of ice, refusing emotion, attraction, oh that fatal attraction. Stepping closer, to his back, her hand hovered, an inch away from his shoulder, fingers cold, contrasting with the warmth emanating from his body. There were no scars on his back, no sign of pain. He was not whipped, caned.. she could see no evidence. Either he was an excellent healer, or he had never been given pain. Perhaps he was lucky she did not work through the methods of pain.<br><br>Her arms crossed before her, stubbornly making him wait for any commands. Anticipation was half the battle, after all. Instead, she stepped to a wing backed chair, sitting in it, crossing one leg over her knee, and stared at him, face controlled ad flat. She did not want him at her back. Instead, she began to speak to him again. "Why did you select this life, Jeremiah? Living at the guild, dominating women for pleasure and for business. Why not take up a small home with a little slave?"<br><br>Delia was always curious as to why others lived here, instead of having an at least semi-normal life. She had no choice, and now that she was comfortable here, she found herself reluctant to leave. Delia lounged into the chair's high back, half relieved to be off her feet, the heels on her boots unforgiving. Making herself comfortable, she was prepared to settle in for a long wait. She wanted him to sweat, to want her to do <em>something</em>. She would wait for that point, make him wonder why she was not jump in, tying him up as she did all the others. But the others had not truly been threats. He was. This demanded different tactics.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aced</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 23:29:57</strong>
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				Jeremiah grimaced as he heard Delia take a seat in the room behind him. He had purposely given her the upper hand so that she could go first. It had been a risky move, but he had felt certain that it would grant him precious insight into Delia persona. The grimace dissappeared as he turned back to her, closing the distance between the two of them. When he reached her, he offered her the second goblet of liqour even as he sipped from his own. Thinking over her questions carefully, Jeremiah remained standing looking down at Delia hoping it would anger her to be put in what could seem to be a submissive pose, daring her to take over. <br><br><strong>"I was brought to live with the guild for my own protection,"</strong> he hinted to her, giving her just enough to peak her curiosity but without revealing his true past. The rest she would have to take from him. Leaving himself open to her had obviously not worked and he hoped the promises of some of his secrets would lead her into his trap as he adjusted his tactics. <br><br><strong>"As for why I have remained..."</strong> he added, taking another sip from his drink. <strong>"Its a sense of duty to help those in need of punishment, a duty to help those that need a master to focus them,"</strong> he allowed himself to grin slightly. For the time being, he dropped his own self control hoping it would draw Delia to him. He let his eyes roam her body wantonly, his temptation obvious from the growing bulge at the front of his pants and the fire in his eyes. Jeremiah had wanted Delia since he had first met her. Something about her reminded him of his past, or something that had been forbidden and yet at the same time sweet and sensual. He wanted her as his own, and he was prepared to take any step neccessary. <br><br>Treading on dangerous water, Jeremiah kneeled in front of her pretending that he wanted to be at eye level with her. Hopefully this time Delia would truly take the proffered bait. <strong>"How about you Delia? You seem like a delicate flower in a briar patch. Why do you stay? Surely you would prefer the soft gentle caress of someone's soft hand rather than the stern palm of anyone here,"</strong> he goaded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 06:35:55</strong>
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				Delia crossed her arms over her chest, chin tilted proudly, her eyes boring into his with not&nbsp; speck of submission. A blink was all that noted his admission, though it struck her deep in her chest. She struggled to keep her breath from catching. She would respect that he would not want to talk about it. Her answer would have been even less detailed than his. Crossing one leg over the other, she watched the course of his eyes, knowing without needing to glance what was growing in his trousers. Any man with that look in is eye wanted the woman or boy of his perusal naked and within reach. <br><br>She ignored his alcohol again.&nbsp; Placing her feet shoulder length apart, she leaned forward, giving him a view of both her lace thong nd ample cleavage, as her face brushed past his, cheek a hairsbreadth apart. "Do your eyes roam like that over all women whom you kneel to?" She asked, voice a low, steel edged purr into his ear. "And such gilded words. I may wonder if you are just a silly boy that reads more poetry than is recommended?"<br><br>"Stand up." Her voice delivered no room for protest as she stood, stepping close enough that with every inhalation, her creamy breasts barely brushed his lower chest. She was used to tipping her head up to see those she dominated, and had mastered the art of performing the action regally. "I suppose I shall have to teach you to converse with a Lady." She said with disgust, hand reaching up to secure a hold on his ear, and bringing him down to her eye level. "You boys are all the same." She growled. "Posturing, trying to be men."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aced</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 20:30:38</strong>
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				A spark of fire lit Miah's face and his eyelids slowly closed to hide the desire that lit the depths of those regal blue eyes. His heart raced as he felt her hand tugging his ears forcing memories to flash before his closed eyes in a cascade that even he could not control. Breath after breath heaved his muscular chest as he fought for control over the emotions that surfaced from those memories. Hate, anger, love, desire caused his skin to burn. Jeremiah knew that the only way to regain his control was to face the memories head on. Though he was hesitant, he steeled himself and dove into the torrent of his mind. <br><br><em>Thwump! <br><br>The world in Jeremiah's memories always came in shades of grey. His childhood had been a gloomy and depressing existence and, as was the case in many of his memories, his boyhood self sat nestled in a corner trying to protect himself from the fists raining down on him from his drunk step-father who had gone off in another rage for some inane reason. This time, Jeremiah remembered, it had been over a stained work shirt. The blame had somehow fallen on Jeremiah's shoulders, as it always did, despite the fact that he didn't drink coffee. <br><br>Thwump!<br><br>Jeremiah was 17, a boy that was barely a man. The beatings had been harsher lately because Jeremiah was denying Stephen, his alcoholic step-father, the satisfaction of seeing him break. Amanda was to blame for that. For the past couple of months, Jeremiah had been enthralled by the woman garbed in black leather that chilled his skin when she touched him. Amanda enjoyed having the boy as her slave. Though their sessions together could often be as invigorated as the beatings he endured from Stephen, he loved them. It was something different about the way Amanda used her talents on him. A hint of love always tinted her expression as she conditioned the boy to serve her ever desire. Order and control dominated their time together as she raked her finger nails across his bare body, marking his skin with tiny scratches. When she drew blood, she would kiss away the tiny droplets with her rosy lips. <br><br>Thwump came another fist, but Jeremiah was lost in thoughts about Amanda. <br><br>Crack! The horse crop against his ass made him shiver as his breath escaped him. Bound with his wrists above him and blindfolded all he could do was feel. Soft, curly red hair brushed against his cheeks as Amanda leaned in to whisper. "Its about control, Miah," her voice was smooth as satin, contrasting with the harshness of the whip as it found his other cheek.<br><br>"You make me sick you little shit head!" The cruelty and vulgarity in Stephen's voice intruded on his sweet memories and made him want to vomit. <br><br>"Don't smile Jeremiah!" Amanda's voice was stern as she slapped him, though he could tell she was smiling. "Don't like it. Control yourself," she cooed to him as her nails scrapped the skin of his stomach as he bit his lip to do as he was told. <br><br>Thwump! Miah's lip was split by the latest vicious hit. "I fucking hate you!" Stephen yelled as he struck again. "Cry for my baby, cry for momma!"<br><br>But Jeremiah had given up on his mother years ago, just as she had on him. She didn't ask questions about his bruised skin, blackened eyes, and split lips anymore. She refused to believe that Stephen was the cause. She would call Miah a liar and say that he was just angry because his real father had left. To her friends she would laugh and say, "boys will be boys."<br><br>Crack! Amanda's horsecrop welted his ass again as her hand closed around his shaft, stroking slowly. "It's about discipline Miah," she whispered to him, "Don't let yourself enjoy it." She stroked faster and Jeremiah could feel himself getting harder. But Amanda would whip him and tell him to control himself, and he would for a few moments only to get hard again. The pleasure and pain would mix until it got to much, Miah's breath catching in his chest as he orgasmed, cumming on the tiled floor before him. After cleaning up his mess, Amanda would tie him up in a prone position and spank him for failing. Once she was tired, she would have her way with him until she orgasmed as well. Jeremiah knew that he would be punished if his mistress did not enjoy herself, but they had never had that problem. <br><br>Thwump! "I said cry god damnit!" Stephen was yelling at the top of his lungs now, determined to break Miah. <br><br>Crack! "Its about control Miah. Its about discipline," echoed Amanda's voice in his head. <br><br>Thwump! "I'm going to fucking kill you, you little prick!" <br><br>Snap. The rage in Jeremiah's eyes when the opened caused Stephen to pause mid-swing and in that instance Jeremiah was on him, hitting him over and over until he subdued the man. Nearly unconscious, he tied Stephen up the way Amanda often tied him, on his knees with his wrists tied to his ankles and gagged. When Stephen woke up, he forced him to watch as he fashioned a noose for the man, slapping him hard across the face if he shut his eyes. Once the noose was done, he tightened one end around the man's neck and draped it over a rafter, pulling it tight. His eyes bore into the man that had terrorized him for years as Stephen silently begged for his life. <br><br>"I'm going to fucking kill you, you little prick," whispered Jeremiah, echoing his tormentors words. He grinned madly as a single tear fell from his captive's eyes. <br><br>Just then the door opened and his mother shrieked, "Jeremiah!" <br><br>But Jeremiah had no intention of killing the man. He knew now that it wasn't about pain, it wasn't about fear. It was about focus. It was about discipline. It was about control. "Cry for momma, you little shit," Jeremiah said, again stealing the words right out of his step-fathers mouth as he released the rope. Striding past his mother, he didn't even look to her as she rushed to Stephen, pulling the gag from the man's mouth and then struggling with the ropes that bound him. <br><br>As he reached the door the man yelled at him, "You can't run any where you little prick. I'll hunt you down and kill you for this." But their voices were little more than mosquitoes to Jeremiah now, and when he looked back at them they cowered in fear. Without another word he left. Free of his bonds, Miah went to the only place he could call home. He went to Amanda, but was surprised when she answered the door dressed in a ball gown and ready for a night on the town. <br><br>Her eyes narrowed at the sight of him, "What are you doing here Jeremiah? Why aren't you at home?" <br><br>"That place is no home of mine anymore," he said, his voice calm now and decisive. "I've come to be where I belong. I've come to be by your side and to serve you forever." He smiled and closed his eyes as he saw her hand begin to raise, expecting to feel the sting of her palm against his cheek. But that sting never came. <br><br>Instead her hand touched his cheek softly and her voice seemed almost sad when she spoke, "No. You'll never serve me again Jeremiah. You are no slave now. You are a master." She beckoned him inside then and for the first time they slept together as equals for what would be the last time. As a member of the Order of Masters and Mistresses, Amanda ignored an assignment to spend that last night with Miah, and she was exiled for it. Her last act was to ensure that Jeremiah took her place in the Order. Amanda's departure was painful, but now Jeremiah new how to use that pain and to control it. He knew he would be safe with the order if Stephen ever sought to make good on his threats. </em><br><br>His eyes opened again and he looked Delia in the eyes. <strong>"I'm ready for my lessons,"</strong> he said softly as he took on the role of submissive for her though he would not be broken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 13:49:31</strong>
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				Delia released his ear, Almost too quickly as his eyes opened again, and she caught the flash of all of those emotions, swirling behind his irises. She quickly recovered, and rolled her eyes at his show of submission. She knew as well as he that he had no intention of losing. She walked from him, giving him her back, knowing that he would follow. She lead him to a hook, attached to a hoist, right near the bed, and moved it as far out to the floor as it would go. She wasn't about to dangle him from his feet, as some had tried with her. She would simply keep him high enough that he was struck immobile, helpless. More helpless than just bonds. She didn't doubt he would get out of those. <br><br>Retrieving two appropriate sized wrist cuffs - there were only two sizes, one for her delicate wrists, and one for his - and turned her gaze on him, face set in an expressionless mask, eyes completely shuttered. That was one of the reasons she was so good. She had learned to sink into herself, go... somewhere else while people tried to dominate her. But she had only learnt after Him.<br><br>"Strip." She commanded in that same voice that left no room for argument.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aced</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 17:56:26</strong>
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				Jeremiah frowned as he saw the hook. Each master and mistress in the guild had their own procedure for breaking their servants and so Jeremiah did not know Delia's intentions. The uncertainty made him uncomfortable. The loss of any sort of control made him nervous, even if he didn't show it. Trying to read her intentions from her face, he found only a expression that could have been chiseled of the finest marble. Jeremiah was impressed. <br><br>Standing as he stripped, Jeremiah first cast aside his leather boots. As the leather belt studded with small round metal studs came free he tried to estimate how much time had passed already. His earlier reminisence of his past made it hard to truly measure how much time had passed, but he guessed it had been about 30 minutes. That left Delia with 90 minutes; Jeremiah hoped he could hold out for so long. After a deep breath, Jeremiah's leather pants came off leaving his manhood dangling between his spread legs. With only a measure of control, Jeremiah managed to keep it from surging with excitement and leaving it only partially hard. <br><br><strong>"Anything you wish,"</strong> he said teasingly, refusing to give her too much ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 18:47:03</strong>
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				Delia once again rolled her eyes, and took his left hand first, securing the bond that went halfway down his forearm, and had cushioning, she then did the same to the other arm, and linked them together with two steel caribeners and a link of stainless steel. Then she switched her grip, and hooked the ring onto the hook, flicking down a catch for safety's sake, and moving to the nearby wall with the control panel. Flicking a switch, she listened to the hydraulic whir as the hook began to rise, first pulling his arms with it, then shoulders, then torso, watching his muscular and admittedly flawless body rise up until only his toes could find a bare purchase, then she stopped the machine.<br><br>This was where she would keep him. This was how she would have him. Helpless but with the feeling of hope. She knew he was attracted to her delicate, yet strong body. She knew that he wanted her so badly that she all but ran every time she saw him. She would use it to her advantage. She could NOT lose! It would be disastrous, she knew. And she's already eaten up 1/4 of her time. With a sigh, she surveyed him, her eyes following the same track his had not long ago, the only difference was that he would have no place to hide, nothing to hide behind.<br><br>Delia steppe close, and looked up to him, one small hand with long fingers topped in red nails rested against his chest, just over the left nipple. "How does one lose this competition?" She asked him. Her nails slowly curled ever so lightly in, and she began to drag them down his chest and stomach, a light tease, not painful, light enough to bring goosebumps, but hard enough to promise pain should she desire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Challenges and Consequences (Thou and Aced)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aced</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 23:29:05</strong>
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				Jeremiah's skin tingled at Delia's touch as he dangled helplessly before him. His mind fought hard against the instincts of his excited body as he struggled to keep control, though he found it difficult to maintain a grip on such a concept as he dangled before Delia. That was her intent of course. First she had taken control away from his body, and next she would try to take control away from his mind. Uncertainty flooded through Jeremiah as he tried to anticipate how she would do it and failed. <br><br>Instead he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The memories he had experienced earlier were unexpected and left him floundering to get a grip on his own self-control. Delia didn't know it, but she held more power of him than anyone in the guild. That realisation frightened him. Still he knew that he could not lose. He had come a long way since he had been inducted into the guild and he was determined to make Delia his and not vice-versa. <br><br>Her voice made him smile, even as he dangled. His eyes opened as he looked down at her, filled with defiance. <strong>"One loses by losing control,"</strong> he offered as an incomplete and indirect answer. It was not the answer she had been looking for, but he had said it to remind her that his turn was next. He wanted to make her desperate to win before it got to that. If he succeeded, it might throw her off and she could make a potentially fatal error. Unless of course, he made one first.... 
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