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Thread: The Neko Slave

She was a little cutie, kneeling while sitting on the chair, chewing her lip. You say that youre not staying. But you know if you leave this house, there will be people that will hunt you down and take you for themselves. They will beat you into submission on a daily basis. At least here you know that you wont be beaten, youll be treated right. And yet you shun that. Her tail twitched, and she obviously looked concern, sitting in front of a Vampire. But he shook it off. I will leave it at this There is a reason why a Vampire usually kills the victim that they choose for their meal. It usually is a mercy. He knew that put the wrong image in her mind. She wont expect the true pull of a vampire bite. Not for a little bit. Unless she pushed him tonight, at least.
Thread: The Neko Slave

That is because I'd prefer to be free, living of my own accord. She crossed her arms, her tail hitting the arm of the chair hard enough to make noise. She watched him steadily, her gaze never leaving him, never missing a single movement. She growled quietly and shook her head in disgust. She found it disturbing that he wanted to keep her here as a slave, less than human, less than Neko. She didn't understand why he wanted this. When he told her what the vampire bite would bring, she tensed and shifted uncomfortably, rubbin her neck. She hoped she would never have to feel such a thing. Would she be a blood slave, she wondered? A sex slave? A servant? She swallowed nervously and looked down at her lap, weighing the possibilities, none of which were favorable to her. She groaned and leaned her head against the back of the chair. Why are we in here? she asked irritably. I want out.
Thread: The Neko Slave

You can never be free. He said, as he read the book, not looking up. You are a rare breed of people. They would always hunt you down. You know this, yet you deny it. You are safe and relatively- free here. Accept it and be happy. I could always just chain you up and do whatever the hell I pleased with you. But Im not. Ive known people that would have been kissing my feet for that. He turned a page, before looking up as she shifted, rubbing her neck. Dont worry about it. The bite itself isnt lethal. Its the draining of the blood fully. Although, know that I wont do that. Youre too rare a person to simply kill as a one meal blood doll. Although, I do wonder how you taste He lowered his head back to the book for a page before looking up. I enjoy this room. It is cozy, warm, with good chairs and a quiet atmosphere. Also, nobody can idly walk into here. But you dont understand your circumstances. I decide when you can leave this room. And I will know when you are ready to.
Thread: The Neko Slave

Rare, she muttered, staring off at one of the walls of books. She wondered if he had anything she would like. Maybe this would end up being her favorite room as well. She sighed and let her tail thump angrily on the armrest, making a loud thwap in the stillness of the room. She didn't care if she was disturbing him. She wanted to express her irritation at being held captive, and this was the best way without direct rebellion. When he spoke again of the bite, she growled quietly. She didn't doubt that he would taste her from time to time. Maybe she'd fight him off, maybe she wouldn't. She supposed she would know when that time came, when he tried to bite her. When he seemed to deny her escape, she huffed, hitting her tail on the chair again. She shut her eyes and just sniffed for a minute, smelling him, his books, and the fire. She enjoyed the smells, and they made her feel a bit safer for some reason. When will you let me out? she demanded with her eyes still shut.
Thread: The Neko Slave

You will be let out of this room when you are ready to be. I will let you know when. He sat, watching her for a long moment. Theres a ton of books in here, if you care to read. Feel free to grab one. He sat there for a long moment, simply watching her. But soon, the door opened and unlocked, in floating a silver tray. The door was quick to close and lock once more, the tray moving to the neko, landing and floating on her lap. There was fresh fish on it, cooked lightly, as well as a glass of milk. You seemed hungry. He said simply, turning to another book to read.
Thread: The Neko Slave

Ariadne grumbled when he didn't seem to want to let her leave. She kept her arms crossed and stared unhappily at him for a moment before she climbed out of her seat and grabbed a book. She sank back into her chair with her knees to the side, since the chair was much bigger than her. She opened the book and began to read, her elbow on the armrest and her head in her hand. When the door opened and closed, she turned and looked at it expectantly. She saw the floating tray, watching as it coasted toward her and hovered in her lap. She put her book spine-up on the chair and sniffed the fish. It smelled wonderful. She looked up at him suspiciously. Why was he giving her food all of the sudden. She growled quietly and sniffed again, before she began to eat, her teeth tearing away at the fish. She ate it until there were only bones, then drank the milk. She had been quite hungry. At least he hadn't given her cat food like the slave traders had tried to do. Instead of whining about being let out, she picked up her book again and continued to read, her tail twitching quietly as she relaxed.
Thread: The Neko Slave

She was reading, quiet, and seemed more than happy that she had gotten a good meal. He sat reading of his own, turning a page, only paying half attention to her. Time was slowly passing as they read in silence, the roaring fire being the only thing making a noise besides the occasional page turn between the two of them. She had calmed down quite a bit, good. He closed his book, turning to her. I hope the meal was good for you. Feeling better now? He stretched slightly, a few pops coming from his bones. I suppose you would like to see your room and get some sleep now, hmm? Probably sleepy after milk and sitting there for so long.
Thread: The Neko Slave

Ariadne began to struggle to stay awake as she read. She was groggy, and the room was warm and cozy. She shifted in her seat, leaning against the armrest. She started nodding off, trying to read and stay awake, but failing. When he spoke again, she jumped, looking over at him with wide eyes. She nodded quietly, hoping she wouldn't be stuck in the same room as him. She nodded quietly and shifted, going to put her book away. She yawned sleepily and looked up at him, following when he began to move. She walked slowly, obviously tired. Today had been a long day, and she was ready to finish it.
Thread: The Neko Slave

He saw her nod and stood. There was a heavy click from the door as he unlocked it. It wasnt even before they left the room that he picked her up in strong, warm arms, holding her carefully. It would take forever for them to get to her room at that speed. He went upstairs, down the west wing, and down a few hallways before there was a click and a door opened. He carried her past the threshold. The room was dark until he stepped in, then candles all along the room lit. It was a rather bare but comfortable room, with a large canopy bed opposite the door. He carried her to it, the silken sheets and warm blankets more than enough to seduce her to sleep. He covered her carefully, before closing the canopy and stepping out to his own room, leaving the door unlocked. He didnt have to worry about her getting out.
Thread: The Neko Slave

Ariadne squeaked in surprise when he lifted her up and carried her up to the bedroom rather quickly. She settled back on her feet when he let her down, and her emerald eyes went up to him. She looked around the candlelit room and smiled slightly. It seemed she had a room to herself as long as she behaved. She settled into the sheets when he placed her in them, and she was practically asleep before he'd left. She curled up in her bed, sleeping for quite a while.
Thread: The Neko Slave

He watched her for a short while, her sleeping form cute and at ease, but soon he went back downstairs. He was sure she would find her way back down by following his scent. He went back to the small study, sitting in his chair and picking his book back up, sitting silently and reading. He could wait for a long time, simply reading in his favorite room. But he was sure that she would be down here when she awoken, most likely with an apology.
Thread: The Neko Slave

Ariadne woke up in the morning, and it took her a moment to process where she was. She rubbed her eyes and grumbled, heading out of her room. Her ears flicked, and she pawed at the messy hair tickling her sensitive ears. She followed his scent down to his favorite room, lifting her head to scent where he had gone. She wasn't surprised to find him back down in that room, and she groggily headed to the same seat she'd been in last night. She settled into the chair, too bleary to really process anything at the moment. She draped over the chair and shut her eyes, her tail flicking idly. She sighed and yawned tiredly. Can I have some food?
Thread: The Neko Slave

She was awake, and he was feeling drained, but not tired. He looked up at her with a small smile as she went to her chair. I see you slept good? Have you calmed down now? Hopefully even eager to stay here in an nice, safe home? He closed the book, stretching, feeling a machine-gun like cracking along his spine as he stretched it. And I would suppose you would enjoy some more fish and milk? It will be a few minutes. How do you like it cooked?
Thread: The Neko Slave

Ariadne didn't answer when he asked her about staying. She was slowly processing everything. She didn't want to stay. She wanted to go back to her home. She would fins a way to stay safe there. She had for years. She shifted in her chair, grumbling quietly. She nodded at the suggestion of fish and milk. She licked her lips in response, shrugging. Cooked. She didn't like raw meat. She kept her eyes shut and just rested in the chair. She doubted he'd let her escape, and if she tried she'd just make him mad. She had to figure out a way out.
Thread: The Neko Slave

He nodded, lowering his head to his book. She was going to be a difficult one, he could tell. He read for a long moment before turning to her. Come here. He said, patting his lap. You dont have a choice if you want your meal. He stuck his tongue out playfully, but he was serious about that. He waited, putting his book down, and when she did come over to him, an arm wrapped around her to hold her, the other going to gently scratch her behind the ears. Why dont you like me? He asked softly. I have done naught to hurt you.
Thread: The Neko Slave

Ariadne opened her eyes and raised her head when he told her to come. She started to shake her head, then grumbled when he said she had to to get food. She growled and sulked over, sitting in his lap obediently. She leaned her head toward him when he scratched behind her ears. She huffed and shook her head quietly. Because I don't want to be here. She still didn't trust him. He had been at the auction. She assumed he would use her for his own needs. Why else buy her? Her tail flicked irritably. I want to live in my own home back where I was. I lived there for years and was never bothered.
Thread: Mujamo Official Request Forum

RE Lookin' Lookin' Lookin' Bitches be bumpin'. They see my bumpin'. And now I be at 10 posts. Hell yes. I lied, not 10 posts, it just puts all my posts together. Like this. That's new.
Thread: Mujamo Official Request Forum

RE Lookin' Lookin' Lookin' So, based on your Rabbit Hole, I think I'd be interested in playing with you. But I'd like to know what you play aside from specific TV shows, and also where you like to do your playin'. I'm a big IMs and to a lesser extent e-mails and PMs guy, but not so much into public forums. Let me know!
Thread: Mujamo Official Request Forum

What. WHAT. Homestuck? Oh, FUCK yes! I think I'm in love!
Thread: Mujamo Official Request Forum

A bump for you! If you want to RP drop me a PM! P.S. The bump favor has been returned.
Thread: Mujamo Official Request Forum

Ferid I can do most anything for what I play. I can adapt to any scenario or idea and roll with it. And I can rp in the PMs, forums or IM. I have just MSN and Skype, though. SupSatire I love you. 3 I love anyone that loves Homestuck. Sinfulrook Thank you for the bumpy! 3
Thread: Mujamo Official Request Forum

So will I get a PM from you?
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LOVE THAT MOVIE. But yea, I was pretty much rambling when I did the list. I change. 3 Thanks!!
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RE 33 I want to play! MF Gangbangs! PM sent
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RE 33 I want to play! MF Updated!!! Strikes a sexy pose D
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Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

An Artist is in the need for a model to draw and to paint. She decides to put out an advertisement. Asking for a female or male. She explains that she needs one that is willing to be painted nude or in questionable clothing. Her name was Amii, 21 years old, still a virgin, and extremely shy. She grew up alone, but she didn't mind it at all. Most people left her alone, but she had become a struggling artist. She had made about 25 copies to put around town. She had put up one and saw someone reading it and start to laugh. She could feel her face blush. She wanted to cry. How could she be so stupid? Amii looked at her ads and then threw them in the trash. There was one left in her bag that she crumpled and threw over her shoulder. SHe sighed and started to head home. She hated her home. it was a rundown apartment that was in the poorest part of town. She wanted something to eat though, so she had to go home to cook her ramen. Something she'd been eating consistently for the past three months. When it was done she put it on the table, sighed and started to eat. She was half way done when the door bell rang. Slowly she got up to answer it.
Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

The young man who stood at the door was tall, broad shouldered, his head topped by thick golden blond hair. Clean shaven, he wore black boots, tight blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather biker jacket complete with decorative chains attached to the sleeves and hem. He didn't look particularly threatening, however, and his smile was good-natured and slightly playful. So, he said with a sly grin, are you any good? He then held up one of her ads, the crumpled paper having been smoothed back out so it could be read. I mean, I wouldn't want either of us to waste any time. But if you know what you're doing, than I'd like to be considered. He looked her over, seeing a slight body but hinting at curves under her somewhat baggy clothes, then peeked past her at her rather threadbare apartment, seeing the bowl of half-eaten noodles on a folding table. But there did seem to be a large area cleared out where he could see an easel and art supplies. I've done some posing, for... interested friends. None of them were very good, really. I was hoping you'd be more talented. If your work is impressive, I might even commission something from you. But, that's for later consideration. Right now I just want to know if you're intending to follow through on this or not. Oh, by the way, my name is Lassiter. I have a first name, but I don't like it much, so most people call me Lassiter. May I come in?
Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

Opening the door Amii stares into a god's eyes. She listens to his words, frozen, blushing as he looks her up and down. She took a second to pull herself together. Amii... She said as she opened the door more and took a step back for him to walk in. Suddenly, she was aware of her poor state. She took a gulp and spoke, with a shy stutter. I-I-I have s-s-some work i-i-i-i-if you c-c-care to see it..... She blushed as she walked towards her art things. SHe pulled out a few books that she drew in, as well as brought out a few paintings. She looked around for a second. C-c-c-an I get y-yo-you anything?
Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

He took the offered books and shook his head. He glanced toward her table. No, thanks, I'm fine. Why don't you finish your meal while I have a quick look. He even held out her chair for her to sit again, and leaned against a stool in the studio corner and started to leaf through the notebooks. Pretty good, he commented after a few silent minutes. You've had some anatomy. Not just light and shadow on these figures, but you can see defined musculature under the skin. Very impressive. Lifelike, and sometimes a little exaggerated to enhance the masculinity or femininity of your subjects. But in a flattering light. As she finished up her noodles, he set down her books. I think you'll do even better with live models. He pulled out a wallet from his jacket pocket and fished out a card. Here's my cell phone number and email. I'd be happy to pose for you. My schedule is pretty flexible right now, so when you decide you're ready to do some work, just let me know, and we'll set something up. He nodded toward her easel in the corner. We can work here, or in some other setting if that's what you want to do. Just let me know. I am curious about what direction you want to go fantasy, fetish, anything in particular?
Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

She was glad that he offered to let her finish eating because that meant she wouldn't have to talk for a little. Amii listened to his words, praising her work, which only made her blush and try to swallow without choking on the noodles. When he asked what her style would be for the picture, she took his card and finished her last bite. Well, I was thinking more of the fetish side, male dominance not being a bad thing for the world. She started. Her stutter was gone talking about her art. The only problem is, I really don't know anything about it... or sex in general. She blushed. So i am having a hard time figuring out how I am going to set the scene.
Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

He took the only other seat at the table, turning the chair around so he cradled his arms on the chair back ahead of him. He cocked an eyebrow at her choice of subject and her confession about her inexperience. He smiled with just a touch of sheepish self-mockery. Well, you're the artist, and I'll take the pose any way you decide. I, as it happens, do have ... some ... exposure to that kind of imagery... and lifestyle. I've seen a lot of images, since visual stimulation is supposed to be more appealing to men than women, so they say. Most of what I've seen not only shows the dominant male, but often paired with a partner, in some pose of submissiveness or being controlled. I can let you experiment with my body, if you will, pose me any way you like until you get one that you want to paint. He glanced behind him to the corner with her art setup. If you want, we can begin when you wish.
Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

Amii thought about this for a few minutes. Maybe this is a stupid idea after all. she said, not looking up. It was clear that she was blushing again. I think maybe I am trying too hard to understand something that I can't. She added. Finally looking up at him she said i don't know enough of that... stuff... to paint it. I've wasted your time.
Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

Lassiter met her look for a long pause. He seemed to be measuring her, but making a quick decision. I make up my own mind as to whether my time has been wasted, he finally said, his voice firm and not brooking any argument. You've obviously given this some thought, or you wouldn't have even raised the subject. Anything you don't understand means it is just something you need to learn. Once you've had some education in male dominance, then you'll be able to put it into your art. If you agree to it, I can be your instructor. I can let you know how it feels to be with a dominant male. I can show you the lifestyle. His eyes narrowed. You can accept my offer or not. But once accepted, you will be placing yourself in my hands. And I think that's what you really want, whether you can admit it to yourself or not.
Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

Amii looked at him as he stated his offer. Her heart started to race, her head spun, her brown cheeks started to turn another color from blushing too much. She didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She couldn't stop staring into his eyes though. It was as if he has a spell on her. She watched his eyes as he looked at her. Again she tried to speak but nothing came out. She tried to clear her throat but her hands started to shake. Finally she broke eye contact as she looked at her hands on the table and just nodded.
Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

He watched her as she wrestled with her own helpless insecurity, fighting a losing battle against her secret desires. She couldn't make herself speak, but finally she surrendered to a silent nod. He stared at her for a moment longer, than started to rise from his chair. I've often wondered why women would desire to be dominated. For men, the sense of power and control is an obvious turn on. but what do the submissives seek? I've gotten different answers from the ones I ask. He was moving around behind her. Some find security under the control of a strong protector, enjoying his strength as assurance of his protection, at the cost of their personal surrender. His hands were at the back of her chair, pulling it back from the table. Some wish to explore a sexual side of themselves, but lack the courage to initiate it on their own. They feel freer to release their sensuality when it is directed and controlled by someone else. His hands on her shoulders urged her to stand up. A few desire to be abused, somehow thinking being a tormented slave justifies their own low self-worthlessness. His hands slipped from her shoulders, down her arms to her wrists, which he slowly pulled behind her back and pressed together. There were several loose straps attached to his leather jacket, and he pulled one loose with his free hand. Then he wrapped it around her wrists, pulling it tight enough to bind them together, tying a knot to secure her hands there. His hands returned to her shoulders and made her pivot around to face him. He placed a hand on her chin to lift her face, and studied her eyes. I'm wondering which are you, Amii, he said, his crooked finger traveling slowly down the front of her neck to rub softly at the base of her throat .
Thread: The Artist's Model (BG and Cowboy)

Amii listened to him as he started to speak, though she wasn't sure why he got up. She could feel him behind her before he even touched her shoulders. She stayed silent still as he spoke more about why women like to be dominated. As she stood up she started to breath a little heavier. Her eyes closed as he started to tie her wrists, she needed to relax in order to let this really happen and her breathing wasn't helping her. As she was forced to turn and look up at him Amii, gulping as his hands went down to her throat. I-... I d-don't kn-kn-know, I-I-I-I th-th-think it's be-be-be-be-because of a-a-alot of of of of those things y-y-yo-you ssssssaid.... she was blushing more and finally had to pull her upper body away from his hand and looked away.