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Thread: Ownership [Minnie & Devilla]

A very tall maid answered the door. She was brunette, her hair up in a bun and she wore all the items one would expect - a maid's cap, a maid's uniform, and a maid's apron. The dress was black and made out of silk and lace. The skirt flayed outwards and was propped up by layers of a white petticoat also made from lace. The maid wore black seamed black stockings that showed off her long legs and she was propped up with heels that were in excess of six inches. Of course the two most noticeable aspects of this maid as not the aforementioned. No, it was the tightly worn ball gag and the wide leather collar that was locked around the maids neck. Since she could not speak, she bowed to the young blonde lady before her and with the gesture of her right arm invited the girl to come in. Once inside, the maid, who stood taller than 6'6 with her heels, closed the huge mahogany door and locked it. Once that was done, she gestured with her finger by pointing to the young lady, pointed to herself and then down a long hallway to follow her. At the first turn, to the left, the maid went into the game room. It was a large room, with a bar at one end and two large leather couches in the middle of the room, along with three easy chairs that were huge. The ceilings were high as they were in the hallway. There were tapestries on the wall along with the heads of various beasts that were killed a long time ago. The coffered ceiling was made from the same dark mahogany as the front door. The floor had an old Persian rug that ran from wall to wall and was deep with hues of red, blue, green, and brown. The pattern was striking. On the far side of the room was pool table and a card table for playing poker. In addition, the far corner had a chess table replete with the finest cut chess pieces that money could buy. The maid directed the young lady to one of the three leather couches. She then proceeded to walk up toward the nearest wall, standing tall, and then looked down toward the floor in a permanent bowed position. The room fell eerily silent.
Thread: Ownership [Minnie & Devilla]

I stand outside waiting for a little bit, each second feeling like an hour, as my nerves and expectations take their toll. I heard the car driving further and further away, and with the fading sound of the engine, I felt increasingly lost, and abandoned, my only means of escape disappearing into the distance. When the door finally opens, I hold my breath. I expect to see this Madame Devilla, whose imagine in my mind was someone powerful and beautiful, but what met me in the doorway was something else entirely. The maid's outfit startles me, but as I drink in the servant standing in front of me, I feel that same excitement I felt at the club the night before. The ball gag, the stockings, the tremendously high heels, they all contribute to my excitement. When she gestures for me to come inside, I hesitate for a bit, looking over my shoulder. Take a chance, as you only live once . The phrase echoes in my head as I place one foot in front of the other, the immense house swallowing me up. You, you want me to follow? Oh, uh, okay, I say, her inability to speak, and her general appearance, making me feel exceedingly awkward. I follow behind her dutifully, my eyes darting everywhere, absorbing everything that I'm seeing. I'm very sensitive to places and the emotions tied them, so I'm immediately struck by a sense of belittling. I'm far from a big person from before, but this huge home, with its high ceiling and extravagant displays, makes me feel even smaller than I am. I stare at everything, but look behind me nervously every other step, afraid that this Madame would come up behind me at any moment. I get the image of her shoving a gag in my mouth from behind, and holding me, like the big guy had done yesterday. But there's nobody behind me, or anyone else, beside me and the forcibly muted maid. I never was any good at being alone, always clinging to those around me, so the fact that it was only the two of us made me feel lonely and scared. The game room was even more extravagant than the hallways, grizzly trophies lining the walls, and expensive furniture and recreational games placed throughout. Thinking about my tiny apartment in the city, I felt a sense of worthlessness, in comparison to this display of wealth. I follow the next instruction by the maid, and sit myself down. I would look quite like a scared little mouse, as I sat perched on the edge of the seat, hugging my purse against my chest. I see the maid placing herself by the wall, going still and silent. The awkwardness increases, and with the room devoid of any sounds, I grow uncertain. Y-you have to stand like that, all the way over there? Can't you come and sit with me? I don't like being alone, I say.
Thread: Ownership [Minnie & Devilla]

As I stand in one of the five closets in my boudoir, I think about what I want to look like for young Ms. Laura. After a short while I decide not to go to harsh looks-wise, but not to soft either. Leather and latex will be the dominant materials. So, I get to work and put my outfit on. I then work on my face and do my make up. I can hear that Laura has arrived. I assigned Taylore to greet and let her in. Once my makeup is done, I put my accessories on, which include some spurs added on to my 8 high platform heeled boots. I then look in the mirror.... ...and check myself out. Perfect as always. Then I make my way out of my boudoir, out into the corridor and down the stairs. I see Laura sitting in the game room and she is whining. Oh, how I dislike that trait. Taylore, is perfect as she stands in the correct position. All that training has made her the perfect maid, I must say. I then take out a cigarette light it up and enter the room. With the aim of startling Laura, I blurt out... Is that a fact my dear Laura? I suppose your time in the club last night can attest to that. I advance toward the girl and smile a sort of evil smile and turn on the charm...in a sultry tone... Welcome to my humble abode. I want to thank you for considering my invitation. I take a long drag of my cigarette, look up at the ceiling and push my hair back sexily and exhale...then turn toward Taylore... Taylore, why don't you whip up a pitcher of Bloody Mary's for both Laura and myself. The girl must be parched. I know that I need something to tickle my throat this morning. Taylore, the French maid, goes into action and presents herself to me and gives me a curtsey and then makes the Bloody Mary's at the bar. I take a seat at the opposing couch to where Laura sits. I take another drag of my stogie and turn to Laura. Again in my sultry voice... Now my dear, why don't we get started. I don't think introductions are necessary. I know that you are Laura Anderson and you know that I am Madame Devilla. Do you have any questions for me? Come on lets have it.
Thread: Ownership [Minnie & Devilla]

The maid doesn't respond to my question, but only keeps that same, submissive stance by the wall. It's creeping me out. I'm about to go over to her, to try and make some kind of contact, but then the door to the room is flung open. I jump in my seat, my eyes wide as I look at the beautiful, latex-clad woman striding towards me. The direct question takes me by surprise, and I'm too stunned to reply. I just sit there gawking like an idiot, like I had no wits between my ears. So this was Madame Devilla. She looked a lot like I had expected her to, which was to say, she looked like she belonged in one of my wet dreams, taking care of me like only a fantastical dominatrix could. But she wasn't a a dream, this Madame. She was very much alive. Her skin seemed to glow, and she had a powerful aura, that I was immediately sucked into. The way she walked, the way she talked to the maid, everything about her, it made me excited, like I had been excited at the club. Only, now it felt more personal. I was inside this woman's bubble, and I knew that she had chosen me, of all the other possible girls. It made me feel unique, and desired. It made me feel sexy. The fact that she knew my name was also rather creepy, but in an intimate, desire-inducing way. As she poses her question, a whole list of questions pops into my head. There was so much to ask, and I wanted to ask it all at once. I hesitate, chewing over my words carefully. It almost seemed too quaint, too normal, to talk to this Madame. Like words couldn't truly fit this scene, this sexy goddess in front of her. I felt that she was beyond approach, as if she was indeed a wet dream, and not a real girl at all. I eventually find my words though. How, I mean, why. Why did you choose me? You look like you have everything. And there were so many pretty, lewd girls at the club with me last night. You could have asked any of them, I'm sure. But you picked me, I say, not sure if this was the right thing to say. I'm still hugging myself, my purse squeezed tightly into my chest as I sit perched on the edge of my seat.
Thread: Ownership [Minnie & Devilla]

I take a drag of my cigarette and exhale sexily as I sit on the couch and make sure Laura sees all of my attributes in such a way that I exude a certain amount of domination mixed with a raw sexiness, even a vibe that she is put of by...then I answer her... You think I have everything, but collecting comes in many other forms. It can be far beyond mere inanimate objects. Again, I take another drag of my cigarette.... In my sultry voice.... Your correct, there were many to lewd girls at the club. Has it crossed your mind that I may have also chosen another to be here in this mansion of mine? Maybe there are two others. Or, three. Maybe I have a harem of girls here besides you my dear. Taylore arrives with two Bloody Mary's on a silver tray...quietey she serves me and places a marble coaster on the cocktail table between Laura and myself, then she bows in my direction. She then gives Laura a drink, but notices her clutching onto her purse, acting quite frightened, so she places the coaster and the drink on the cocktail table. Taylore knows not to bow to Laura. Taylore my sweet, I need an ashtray. Taylore immediately comes to me and falls to her knees. She cocks back her head and sits there. I reach out and tap my cigarette and let the long ash fall into her open mouth. Then I take a sip of my drink.... sippppp! Mmmm! Taylore is quite the mixologist. Laura you really should relax and take a sip of your Bloody Mary. I put my drink down on the coaster... And, why not you? Does it really matter that I chose you among all others at the club? I take a long drag of my cigarette and wait for Laura's responses....
Thread: Ownership [Minnie & Devilla]

I stare at you, and your beautiful body, every inch of you seeming completely perfect. Every curve is magnificent, and every tiny movement inspires within me a lust for you, even though I have never before had sexual thoughts for another woman. Even your scent is seductive, and although I quit smoking in my teens, the musky smell, combined with the sheer beauty of your appearance, has me spellbound. I'm almost unable to follow the conversation, my mind so absorbed by you. I let my eyes trail all over you, and drink you in, and as I do, I feel my arousal rising, my cheeks growing hot. I'm not the biggest drinker, and certainly not of stronger liqour. At your behest, however, I take a sip of the drink, to be polite. It was more than just to be polite though. When you told me to do it, I instinctively wanted to do as you told me, your powerful, dominant aura sucking me in. I only take one sip though, and hold the glass nervously with both hands. So this servant had a name, at least, if not speaking privileges. Looking at the slave, my eyes grow wide when she readily accepts the Mistress' ashes, letting the gray flakes lie on her tongue, as if she was a walking ashtray. It was wholly disconcerting, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was the fate that awaited me. Would I be eating your ashes later today? The thought made me grimace. Uh, well, I don't know. I'm just, I don't know, I just don't have much to show for. I mean I don't have a body like yours, and there were so many beautiful people at the club. It's just, I don't feel that I'm, well, worthy, ma'am, I say, speaking from the heart. I don't know why, but when I'm inside your dominant bubble, I feel like speaking freely. Like you would find out what I meant anyway, if I had said it any other way. I've I've never done this before, I'm afraid. I've only slept with a handful of guys, and never with another woman. And last night, well, it was my first taste of this lifestyle. I have a boyfriend, but he didn't know I went there. He doesn't know that I'm here, either, I say, and grip my glass tighter, thinking about him, getting a decidedly guilty look on my face. I feel that I'm betraying him. I am, really. Somehow I hadn't thought of this as cheating. But it was. I, uh, I think this might have been a mistake I mean, you have everything. And he's probably wondering where I am, I say, thinking out loud.
Thread: Ownership [Minnie & Devilla]

I get up off the couch... Well, my dear I understand. You sound quite conflicted. Let me see you to the door. We walk to the door together.... It was nice of you to at least answer the invitation and come here today. I gently grab her by the chin and make her look fight up at my face It's too bad there wasn't a connection. I honestly thought you were someone perfectly compatible for me. I get it wrong sometimes. I'm certainly not perfect. I open the door.... Goodbye Laura. I extend to shake her hand...she reciprocates...and then I close the door.... I stare at the door for a second and smile....in a whisper... She will be back.
Thread: Ownership [Minnie & Devilla]

Taylore, the maid answers the door.... ...and speaks in a very low, yet methodical tone.... Yes, I remember you from a few days earlier, Laura Anderson. I never forget a face or a name. Come in. She lets Laura in and then closes the door... Wait here in the foyer. I will check with Madame to see if she is receiving any visitors today. Taylore walks down the hall...her walk is next to perfect as she balances so deftly on the six inch heels that sit below her feet...her waist is fantastically narrow and yet her bosom is so large that even with the maid's dress, curves that outline each breast can be seen from her backside, juggling as she walked...her petticoat swayed in such an alluring fashion, lifting up her dress and revealing to lower reaches of her derriere depending on which foot was pulled back at that moment... Moments later... Taylore comes back and says... Follow me Ms. Laura. Taylore escorts her down the hall to the library....like the game room, the library is replete with details...coffered ceilings, wall to wall shelves with books, mostly old ones...there is a large oak desk on one end and some couches on the other end made of a earth tone leather...Where there are no shelves, there is wainscoting from floor to ceiling...a small bar cart sits at another corner of the room... Madame Devilla sits behind the oak desk... Well, well look who has come back. Take a seat here at my desk. Lights a new cigarette...Madame inhales, holds it in for a moment and exhales...the blue-gray smoke swirls about... Last I recall you concluded that taking my invitation was a mistake and that this boyfriend of yours would be highly upset if he knew where you had been and who you were with. In a somewhat sarcastic tone... I don't believe I give out second invitations. pauses to take a second drag of her cigarette So tell me, why should I allow you any of my time? Do you take me for sort of fool my dear?
Thread: The Fall (Abilicious & rskde)

The Fall Chapter One Katherine! Mrs. Bennett's voice carried up the stairs, penetrating the door that sealed off her daughter's bedroom. Kat had promised to leave it open on account of her mother's mistrust of Curtis Webster , Kat's lab partner, but the frequent noise from downstairs had compelled the teenager to close it. She'd promised that she and Curt were just studying, that she had nothing to worry about, and she meant it too. Kat had a knack for studying, enjoyed it, and the result was that she was the pride of the school board, and a dead cert for class valedictorian. Can you come here a minute?! Just a minute, mom! She rolled her eyes, apologised to Curt and told him she'd be right back. She was having a hard enough time getting him to take this as seriously as she did without being called away and giving him time to lose focus again. Ironically, this was exactly the flaw that Mr. McKinnon had sought to address when he assigned lab partners instead of allowing the students to pick and choose among themselves. Practise had shown that the smart kids tended to team up together, the less interested kids did likewise, and the result was that the class' overall grades varied greatly from pairing to pairing. Almost as soon as Kat was gone, Curt's mind began to wander. The young Bennett girl's bedroom was a mirror of its inhabitant. The walls were a warm cream colour, pristine and clean, and bordered at waist height by a pink and grey band whose colour scheme continued below in vertical stripes. Her bed was made, her bookshelves were ordered, and the notepads and folders that sat on her desk were all clearly sectioned with colour-coded tabs. Her drawers were white, the unit's top home to porcelain figures and a silver unicorn with a pink and white felt scarf. Idle curiosity drew Curt towards Kat's bedside locker, indifferent to the blank, unmoving gaze of the fluffy brown bear that sat upon it, keeping watch. The top two drawers yielded little of interest, but the bottom drawer held a cardboard shoebox that seemed oddly out of place. Without giving it too much thought, he slid the box forward an inch and lifted the lid. What he found was beyond surprising. Katherine Bennett, grade A student and valedictorian candidate, had a box of sex toys in her bottom drawer. Here was a small, silver bullet vibrator, there a larger, objectionably pink companion. Most striking of all were the two life-like rubber cocks, identical in every regard save for a small sticker at the base of one that bore the initials D.T. Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the stairwell. Oh! Katherine?! The footsteps halted. Yes, mom? Does Curtis need a lift home? No, mom. Mrs. Bennett's question bought Curt the time he needed to close the box and drawer, and just in time too. A moment later Kat returned, and closed the door behind her. Sorry about that.
Thread: The Fall (Abilicious & rskde)

RE The Fall Abilicious TBD Curt quickly and quietly closed the drawer, he returned to where they had been studying and planted himself in his seat. He took his pencil from on top of his paper, he bit the inside of his cheek while he pretended to be studying. He looked up when she walked in and nodded to her. Hey, that's alright. He said while he gave her a smile, the knowledge of her little secret tucked into the back of his mind. He wondered to himself about how she could hide so much, she truly was smart. However now that he knew this information, he planned on using it to his advantage. You have a pretty paranoid mom, don't cha'? He said while he raised his eyebrows at her. He leaned back and tapped his fingers against his leg while he continued to look at the problem that they faced. Do you have any idea on what this is? I've got no fucking clue. He said with a chuckle.
Thread: The Fall (Abilicious & rskde)

RE The Fall Abilicious TBD Katherine smiled glumly, sounding a silent laugh by way of expelling air through her nostrils. She wouldn't have used the word paranoid to describe her mother, but she knew that Curt wasn't wrong. The woman had raised her well, cared for her well-being, and as much as her love could be suffocating, Kat was grateful that she had a mother who cared. She knew people at school whose parents didn't care as much, or who gave their children a freer reign. Those kids tended not to turn out so well. They seemed to enjoy their freedom for sure, but there grades were never as good, and their futures weren't as promising. It's centripetal force, she replied, looking over at the problem before Curt and pulling up her chair. She slipped her hands behind her thighs as she sat, straightening out the ends of her floral dress so as not to crumple it when she lowered herself into the seat. m is for the mass, she went on, pointing one delicate finger at the basic representation of an object. v is the velocity, and r is the radius to the point of rotation. She glanced at her partner, decided that he needed an example, and began to describe the inward pressure of an object moving in a circular path. She had a good grasp of physicsactually of all the sciences, and of any other subjects she studiedbut she wasn't particularly well versed in the field of explanation, so she tried to keep her example straightforward. The silver heart pendant hanging around her neck, a few inches above the square-cut breast of her dress, swung lightly as she leaned forward, and she found herself elaborating more and more, baring a sliver of her fascination with the operational laws of the natural world.
Thread: The Fall (Abilicious & rskde)

Curt raised his eyebrows at her in response to her silent laugh. He ran a hand through his hair and bit the inside of his cheek while she explained the problem to him. His blank stare had probably prompted the explanation however he still didn't really understand, physics was not his cup of tea. To him, she seemed like a complete genius, it intimidated him almost, having someone outsmart him was not really something he enjoyed. So.. You've explained all of this stuff. He said, which cut her off in the middle of her explanation. But I don't see the real life application of this. He said to her, his eyes flicked down to the desk for just a moment before returning to her. Like.. You can explain this stuff all you want to me, but the problem is that if I don't see it fitting into real life I'm not going to be able to understand it. He said to her. Can you explain it again? Maybe put it into words I can actually understand. He suggested, his eyes locked on to the silver necklace hanging off of her neck. Curt was tempted to ask a question about what exactly it was, where it came from, but he decided maybe it would be beneficial to not interrupt her again. Sorry for interrupting. He said while leaning back in his chair, his eyes returned to the problem on his paper, his pencil doodled on the paper while he listened to her.
Thread: The Fall (Abilicious & rskde)

Katherine paused. Not for the first time tonight she felt unsure what to make of Curt. She hadn't exactly been overjoyed at the prospect of partnering up with him, aware as she was that most girls at school would find such a notion unconceivable. He was one of the most attractive boys in her year, but... well, he was one of those guys. A jock. He was supposed to date cheerleaders and pull nerds' underwear over their own heads if at all possible. He wasn't supposed to apologise for interrupting her. Um... ok. So like... Imagine you have something tied to a piece of rope. If you start to spin in a circle, the object keeps moving around you in a circle, right? Centripetal force is just the force that keeps it moving in a circle, in this case the rope. If the rope suddenly disappeared, then the object would fly away. She used the book for reference to explain how such an example related to the formula on the page, and prayed that she wouldn't have to go through this kind of thing too often. If she'd been working with Cindy like she usually did they would be halfway through their assignment by now, but Curt didn't seem to have half of the understanding that she and her friend did. The courtesy he'd shown did soften any ill feelings she felt at being forced to work with someone less smart than she, but it was still a pain. She even wondered if purposefully doing poorly on the assignment still passing, of course! would convince Mr. McKinnon that his endeavour had been a misguided one.