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Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

Thinking back Peter couldn't remember the last time she had a day all to herself where she wasn't being ordered to do something. Thinking a little harder he was pretty sure that she had never had a single day entirely to herself. Molly might be his slave but that was no reason that she should be allowed to have come fun, she worked hard constantly and she deserved a little bit of time to herself. An idea did occur to him, something that would let her get away so that she didn't have to do anything at all. Take one of my cars. He instructed her, knowing that she had only learned how to drive so that she would be able to run errands more easily. Take one of my care, any one that you want, I will give you some money and you can go out and do whatever you like, go shopping, catch a movie, have some coffee. As he spoke he realized just how relaxing that sounded, for the past four days he had met with four potential wives, all of them a pain in the fucking ass. You know what, fuck it... you and I are going to go out and have a good fucking time tomorrow. He said with a grin, knowing it would piss off his parents but not giving half a shit, he deserved the occasional day to himself just like Molly did. You and me, we can take you somewhere so you can get something to wear that is a little more flattering then your uniforms, maybe some heels that are more comfortable. Sound like a good time? Hell it sounded fucking perfect to Peter, he would leave his phone behind and that way there would be no way to get ahold of him.
Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

She was still confused. He wanted her to pick one of the cars and go... where? Or did it not matter to him where she went as long as she was away form him for a day... She was going to protest that she had no money to do anything with. Being a slave she wasn't paid for what she did, she was given a bed, food and clothing to wear and that was considered to be payment enough. Those all sounded like fun ideas. Sometimes she got to sit and watch movies with him. The idea of shopping for herself was diffidently an interesting prospect. Still, she was confused as to why he would suddenly want her to take a day to herself after so many years without even one. Then he made a suggestion that made her smile. When he said that he was going to go with her the girl's face lit up and a wide smile crossed her lips. That... that sounds like fun. She said with a smile, relaxing. If he was going with her then surely he wasn't trying to get rid of her but then something crossed her mind. B-but master... your parents. Forgive me for speaking out of turn master but didn't you just say you had plans for tomorrow. Wouldn't they be mad if you skipped out on your potential wife to spend the day with your... with your slave? She asked him. While he was okay with making his parents mad the idea made her nervous. While Peter refused to punish her his parents could. She was his slave but of course they were his parents and she was serving the whole family even if she was specifically his she still had to listen to them and she was a bit worried that in going with him they might see it as disobeying them... but the idea of a day of fun was just too good to pass up.
Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

He smirked a little bit as he saw the confusion on her face turn into happiness, pity she had found what might be considered a small hole in his plan. It hardly mattered though, she was after all his slave and if it came down to it he could just tell his parents that he had ordered her to accompany him and he hadn't felt like seeing another waste of his time. He had skipped more then one of these in the past and doubted there would be any real consequences, he would probably have to apologize to the young woman but other then that nothing would be done. He sighed a little bit and finally stood up, moving from his chair and starting to get undressed by unbuttoning his shirt, he was tired after all. You're worried about what they might think. Well then I will make this as clear as possible. Molly, as your master and as your friend I am ordering you to accompany me wherever I might go tomorrow. I intend to spend the entire day enjoying myself and if I get thirsty then I want to have you at hand for convenience... at least that is what we will say if anyone questions it. Tossing his shirt aside he smirked to himself, knowing that he had her there, she might be nervous but if he ordered her to do something she wouldn't dare disobey him. Now why don't you go to bed and have a good night sleep, tomorrow we are going to have a whole lot of fun.
Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

She couldn't help but smile when he said that she was his friend. She was a little bit shocked to hear it. The master was not supposed to be friends with his slave. His parents had told her that when she was younger and asked why they couldn't be friends. They had stressed that she was not there to be his friend and if she wanted to compare herself to anything she was like his toy. He could do whatever he wanted to her and what she wanted didn't matter, she had to do what he said. She was sure they would be mad to hear him say that she was his friend but even still she was happy to hear it. She did blush a bit when he mentioned that he might get thirsty while he was out. She had heard of people doing things like that with their slaves in public and it made her blush. She didn't ask but she hoped that if he did in fact get thirsty then he would do it some place private. When he tossed his shirt aside she reacted like a proper slave. Molly went over and picked up the discarded shirt and put it in the laundry basket in his closet. Molly took a moment and turned her back to him, removing the apron and putting the dress back on over her under garments. Buttoning it up to the neck like she was instructed she replaced the apron. Reaching up behind her neck she brought her arms up to pull her hair out from her cloths. The movement caused her to arch her back out and stretch her neck, the way she went about it was almost erotic to watch but she wasn't thinking of that. Thank you master but I still have cloths to fold. She told him before going back to the basket and finishing up, once everything was folded and put away she left his closet and closed it behind her. Good night Master, pleasant dreams. The girl said with a bow before leaving his room. She hadn't realized it but she had left a small token of their time together, the clip that he had removed from her hair was still sitting beside him on the bed. When the girl returned to her room after depositing his basket in it's rightful place she could not help but smile. She was going to get to spend the entire day with her master tomorrow! No parents or wicked potential wives. Just the two of them... Quickly the girl got worried. He hadn't done this before, well, not with her, he spent time with strange women more often then he spent time with her... did he care for her? She couldn't tell, he never seemed to care for the woman he spent time with. Would he finally be sleeping with her? It was exciting and nerve wracking to think about. Molly stripped out of her maid outfit, sighing in relief to be out of the heels. Digging through her pajama drawers she found a silken night gown that he had given her once. It was rather short and relieving but she enjoyed it and since he never asked to see her in it she just thought of it as a sweet gift. Slipping into the garment she went sat down on her bed and took a hair brush through her long, silken locks as she wondered what tomorrow would hold for them.
Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

The cameras had been there for some time, Peter having installed them several years before when he first noticed just how attractive Molly was growing up to be. However once it was completed he had never actually used it, the cleverly hidden little way to spy on her remained unused because he hadn't wanted to intrude on her privacy. True he could just stand in her room and order her to act like he wasn't there... but at the time the hole had seemed a less invasive way to watch her. Today was actually the first time in a while that he had thought of it, seeing her so undressed had been a jarring little reminder so as he removed his pants and settled into bed naked he reached over for the remote to his television, pleased when his hand also found her hair clip. It was something simple but a lovely little souvenir, something that he would hold onto as a small reminder, a tangible memory of what had happened that day. Raising it to his nose he could even smell her hair on it. Setting it back aside he turned on the tv and moved the channel to the one that would show what was going on in her room, pleased to see that she was wearing the nightgown that he had bought for her. It fit her just as he had imagined it would, clinging to every inch of her body. The only pity was that he had been to late to watch her change. With a smile on his face Peter reached down to shift of his boxers so that he could deal with the problem at hand, groaning a little at the first touch of his hand on the hardened flesh.
Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

She saw on the edge of her bed, gently combing out the silken locks, it was not like they needed it but it was calming for her and it helped her think. While he had said that they would go out and get her something to wear she blushed knowing that she didn't have anything to wear other then her maid's outfits. There were some nicer ones for fancier occasions, some for colder weather and some for when it was hotter outside. She had an assortment of heels but they were all black or white. With her black glasses sitting on the brim of her nose she looked like an intelligent woman yet some how so entirely innocent. She couldn't stand just sitting there. She went over to her dresser and looked for something, anything that she could wear. Her drawers were empty for anything but her maid outfits. One thing she did have a variety of was things to wear beneath the outfit. Getting up she went to her dresser and removed the nightgown he had given her. She was going to pull out some panties to try on when she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned slightly, her breasts had grown in size form the inattention but she wasn't sure they would shrink back. She held her breasts, pushing them up slightly before digging around in her drawers. The girl tried on a variety of her bras and underwear, some ranging anywhere from regular panties to the smallest thongs he had seen. Where they had come from he couldn't be sure but it was certainly not from him. She tossed aside the under garments that did not fit her, she really didn't have anything to wear tomorrow. She had no idea that he was watching her move about her room without any cloths on, if she had she might not have felt so free to do so. Her breasts were something he saw often enough but the rest of her was not. Her legs, without the stockings, were smooth and shapely, her feet looked dainty even outside of the heels and, something else he wouldn't know, she was clear of any body hair. Her skin looked smooth and flawless, she did have a few tan lines that the summer uniform had created. The summer uniform was a pair of short black shorts with a white blouse and a little apron mostly for looks. It even had a sex little hat to go with it. Unlike the others she didn't get to go swimming so she didn't have swimsuits to tan in.
Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

HE couldn't believe his luck as she began to change into the wide variety of underwear that she owned. Many of them were smaller and more revealing things that he had bought for her for the sole purpose of imagining her in them, when she questioned why they were small or see through he gave half assed excuses about it being the current fashion or that he had bought them by mistake. It wasn't hard for him to figure out that she was thinking of what she wanted to wear the next day. As he saw her undressed he began to stroke himself, his grip firm and his hand moving slowly, her body was absolutely flawless. Peter couldn't help but curse his own unwillingness to take her like others would have already. He knew she was innocent and probably a tad bit naive, he doubted there would be anything at all that could be compared to her. It wasn't long before his strokes grew faster, he was groaning much more loudly now, her name escaping his lips as he lost focus on the scream and instead allowed his imagination to take over, picturing her hand working his large cock rather then his own. It didn't take much longer then, his hand was a blur over his dick and his hips moved on their own before he finally came, long ropes of cum bursting from it and onto his hand as he lay back on the bed, wiping his hand on the sheets as he closed his eyes, ready to finally sleep. Wake me up tomorrow morning! He called, knowing that she would hear the instruction as he drifted off to sleep, not even bothering to cover up as he drifted off, dreaming even more about what he would enjoy doing with her, thinking that perhaps tomorrow he might try to seduce her without telling her what to do.
Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

It took a little while for Peter to come to his senses after he woke up, he knew that she had come to get him, she had brought some breakfast, and dropped some and... oh yea he had fallen asleep without bothering to cover up in the least so she had seen him laying naked with morning wood on display for the entire world to see. He chuckled a little bit, knowing how freaked out she was and that if she knew what he had been up to the night before she would be even more freaked out by it. Moving quickly he made a half hearted effort to cover up as she came back in to clean up, not even bothering to try to stop her because he knew that she wouldn't allow that. Don't worry about bringing me more food, there is more then enough as it is. He grunted as he tried to straighten his hair out a little bit, the unruly strands just doing what they wanted to anyway though. Don't worry about seeing me either, its not like I haven't seen your tits, you seeing me naked it no big deal. Pulling the sheet with him he climbed from the bed and grabbed some bacon on his way to the shower. Why don't you help yourself to some of the food and finish cleaning up, we can leave as soon as I get out of the shower. He knew that the best way to get going without any problem was to leave before his parents were up and about. Peter didn't take to long in the shower, he was rather excited about the day that was to come and once done he went, wrapped in a towel to his closet, emerging a few minutes later in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, feeling like being as casual as he could that day. Once they got out and about he intended to find something for Molly to wear for the day, knowing that the high end shopping center would have everything they needed for the day. As he stepped out of the closet, finishing drying his hair Peter smiled at his slave. Well Molly, if your ready to go lets get the day started.
Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

Not only had he been naked when he came in but the morning wood gave her a clear few of exactly what the woman that actually got to sleep with him had seen. She hadn't seen him naked in years and he most certainly had grown since then. She hadn't really been watching him cover up, she was too concerned with the mess that she had made. She looked up to see him standing before her with his sheet barely clasped around his waist and she blushed, looking back down at the spilled juice. She was going to protest that this was his breakfast but she knew that he was right, there was plenty and if she went back to get her own breakfast there would be things that she had to do before she could eat and by the time she was able to do so his parents would be up and their plans would be ruined. Once the mess was fully cleaned Molly sat on his bed. She ate some of his breakfast then looked at the bed and smiled. She laid back and curled up in his sheets. She wished she could sleep here with him but she could not, still, the girl took what she could, one of those things being the rare chance to curl up on her master's bed. unfortunately he came back a bit sooner then she had expected and the way she was laying on his bed gave him a nice view up her skirt. Quickly she sat up and fished her hair, smoothing out her dress and blushing deeply. Once he went into his closet she checked her make up and smiled. When he came out she nodded, leaving the tray in his room so it would look like he was still having his breakfast. Where should we go first? She asked him, pulling at the edge of her skirt.
Thread: Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

Panties, white and lacy and practically see through, tight enough to cling to every single curve in the most tempting of camel toe, Peter had to wonder if she tasted as good below as she did above. Still that was the last sort of thing he needed on his mind at that moment so again he forced himself to focus, today was about having fun and maybe fueling a few of his fantasies, not about trying to peek up her skirt and drool without getting anything accomplished at all. At least he got to see her blush, one of his favorite features. Well since today is all about you I figured that we could at least start by finding you something a little better to wear while we are out and about. He said with a small shrug as he looked through the keys to his cars, trying to pick just which one he wanted to take before settling on the Range Rover, selecting it for comfort rather then just style. Of course there was one more thing that he had to do before they could go out. Reaching into a drawer he withdrew a collar and a leash before approaching her with them. I don't know if you heard Molly but there is a new law, if a slave it in public with her master she has to have a collar on... I promise we will take it off as soon as we get you something a little less obvious to wear but for the time being. Pushing her hair aside Peter fastened the collar around her neck, aware that with both hands behind her neck their position was rather intimate and he stayed there for a moment, considering what he could do before backing away and holding the leash. Lets go, the sooner we get you into something better the sooner we can take off the leash. Using the leash Peter quickly led her into the garage, helping her into the car before he drove off toward the shopping center.
Thread: Why I like wrestling

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Thread: A New Face

He watched as the sun set, and the streets seemed to come to life with a whole new breath. Whores and dealers alike replaced the usual bustle, and car horns seemed to gain a new purpose other than accentuating obscenities from their drivers... well, maybe that hadn't changed, but at least now it was directed at someone other than drivers. He had changed clothes, and was sitting in a small cafe, waiting to see the scenery change before joining those selling themselves on the street corner. He was only sixteen, and in he freshly cut cutoff jeans, heeled brown boots, fishnets, and little white vest, he was quite a treat. He'd never shown off so much skin in his life, and the heels were awkward for him at best, but in some sick way... the look really did show off his body. He was just filling out, slender but strong, if not a little underfed by now. Still young enough to be a touch feminine, and his shoulder length honey blond hair helped. His large gray-blue eyes seemed to flicker between fear and determination as he stepped out of the cafe, his overstuffed bag slung over his shoulder as he strutted to the nearest unclaimed corner. The heels changed the way he walked, showing off his long legs and round ass, and the sway seemed to come naturally to him. He watched what the others did, mimicking lewd hand gestures without knowing what they meant, and flirting the best he could. He was getting a lot more attention than he had expected- perhaps because it was obvious he was new. Plenty of creeps were interested in breaking in a new whore.
Thread: A New Face

Please be a bit more careful not to say what my character does. n.n The scruffy looking man was not exactly what he had pictured as a 'John', and beyond that, maybe it was fear, or maybe it was just common sense, but something told him there was no way in hell he was getting in that car. The scruffy looking man didn't seem to like being turned down, and he became insistent, ordering him to get in the car. The blond backed away, looking up as another car pulled in and a man got out. He clutched the strap of his bag, looking between the two. The new comer was definitely more attractive, and he seemed to be pretty wealthy too, but the blond nearly ran for it at the sight of the gun. To his slight relief the other sped off, but that still left him - now very much alone - with the idiot waving a gun around, and demanding he get in the car. Scruffy might have been safer than armed, but at least this guy didn't give off the same eerie feeling. You aren't a cop are you? He asked, voice clearly male if a bit soft, looking him over again. Hey, it was possible right? He hesitated, but decided it was probably not a great idea to argue with a guy holding a gun. He moved into the front seat of the costly vehicle, keeping an eye on what he supposed was his client. I expect 50 an hour, 100 if you want anything... weird... and an hour free in the morning if you'll give me a place to sleep for the night. He gave his rates, hoping the were reasonable. He was just mimicking what he'd heard another hooker tell a John. No groups, and nothing that can leave marks. He added, pulling his kneed to his chest, his bag settled on the floor. He glanced around the car, the guy was clearly loaded, maybe he should have asked for more. When he'd finally decided to sell himself, it had of course been out of desperation, but he never expected to end up with total creeps or armed guys. Maybe he was just naive, but the clientele he'd watched the women on the streets pick up hadn't seemed so bad. Maybe it was because he was so young, or maybe it was just because he was a young boy in semi-drag. Either way, his clientele was definitely creepier. Do you hire often? He asked carefully, the man somehow didn't look like the sort that had any need to pay for love.