Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

Stella stood there in her half-tied corset, white short bloomers that ended just after her bottom, and a white pair of stockings. She greeted him with a smile before he took his presence behind her. Stella gasped as the silken garment squeezed every single ounce of air out of her. Surely it was not healthy to wear such things! But this did not stop Malachi. No, every eyelit, he pulled, and the same reaction came across. He fastened her up, leaving her to recuperate. Her breasts which were already plump to begin with, squished together to create a deep crevasse of cleavage, which grew with every short breath she took. Stella managed a small, Thank you papa, before he pulled him against her. Her pink cheeks turned a shade far more rosey as he whispered in her ear. Her skin became bumpy as a shiver was sent down her spine. Having him mention her last name like that, brought her to the reality that he was not her father, nor was she his daughter, and there was something very wrong in being seen in undergarments, especially at her age. Stella shook her head of the idea. Instead, her lethe arms brushed against his as she returned the embrace. Closing her eyes, she rested against his strong chest, relishing in his scent. Dreamily, she responded, Mhmm, I don't think it is quite possible for you to get gussied up, Oh! How she loved to tease him. Breaking the embrace, Stella swayed over to her dress and began to pull it on. In that same time, Mal left to dress himself. She heard him through the devide, and nodded in agreement, Yes they have. Maybe someday, when we've collected all the bounties here in the west, we will have enough saved up for a place of our own! With that, the young miss came about from the devide. Her head of curls naturally devided on the left most side of her head, leaving a long fringe to tuck behind her ear as it came across her forehead. Stella wore her hair half up, half down, as this was appropriate for evenings. She never wanted to put her hair up, not ever! Leaving her hair down was a sign of her youth and freedom, two things she never wanted to give up, not even at 110! Her heels made a soft clicking sound on the floor, but were impossible to see as the length of her dress touched the floor. Stella moved with elegance towards Malachi, extending a hand, So, shall we meet with the Perrins? Supper should be ready now... Stella offered a sweet smile to her papa. The two of them made their way out of the guest room, walking arm in arm to the dining hall. Staff of the household running about, a few whispers on their lips as the duo passed by them. The Perrins had a family of five children, now down to four. Three boys, and one girl. Perhaps some of their off spring would be the same age as Stella? Then she could have someone to talk to about those... young... people things with. The doors to the dining room were opened by staff. The Perrins were all waiting for them. Mister Perrins grinned, seeing the two out of their work outfits. The lovely Stella, and the strapping Malachi. Together they made quite the handsome pair. Ah! Our guests of honour, please sit where ever you please. We've all waited patiently for our supper tonight!