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Thread: More Than Just Her Maid... Cheesecake&confused billiam

She glared at the woman as she tore off her shoes, and then even more angrily so when she returned with even worse looking shoes. They were worse because they had tiny locks on them. Amy was willing to play along with her stupid uniform, and having to dust so high up while wearing such dangerous heels. She could have died on that stupid ladder! Well, this was definitely the straw that was going to break the camel's back. While she knew she could have just quit and gone her own way, for some reason this never occurred to her. She only was able to focus on rebellion, on going against the grain. Just like with Veronique, sense was quickly being thrown out the window. It never occurred to the girl to think about how she was getting slightly aroused by all this, because she was never really much of a sexual creature before. Instead, she only knew that she was feeling overly emotional. And so she collapsed back on the couch, bringing up her latex-clad legs and hiding them, tucking them under her ass. She crossed her arms over her chest and continued to glare wordlessly at the woman. No, she wasn't going to play that game. She would work barefoot, she would work nude, before she had to put on such ridiculous heels again!
Thread: More Than Just Her Maid... Cheesecake&confused billiam

Veronique stood there, one hand on her hip while the heels dangled from a finger on her other one. She was unimpressed with the girl's behaviour, even if her request that she wear high heels with a padlock on them was a little... unorthodox and rather unusual. This was still only her first day, yet Veronique had dressed her up in that outfit and was now bringing in a little bit of bondage to a woman she barely knew? Placing the heels on the floor, she walked over to the couch and sat next to her a frown still on her face. At first, she didn't know what to say. While asking her to wear a uniform was one thing, asking her to wear what she had brought in was another. But Veronique was a woman who never backed down from things, she was determined and persistant to get what she wanted and if that involved not backing off by her demand... so be it. For a few moments, there was silence. Amy sat there quiet, and Veronique didn't dare speak in fear of letting the young girl know of the thousand thoughts that were racing through her mind. Then out of nowhere she did what she was so dying to do. It was time to stop thinking about it. She reached out, grabbing Amy by her arm and pulling her sideways until she was almost lying across her lap. Veronique's hand began to gingerly yank the skirt upwards and tug her underwear down her latex-skinned legs. Then without hesitating for a single moment she began to smack. Twice... four times... six... she fought any attempt of a fight-back, reaching a final tenth smack before sitting Amy back to her former position again... her panties still by her knee.
Thread: More Than Just Her Maid... Cheesecake&confused billiam

Well, that was... unexpected. Amy watched in growing curiosity as Veronique moved with agonizing slowness. She expected to be yelled at - as horrible as that was - or maybe even slapped for being so rude. But despite knowing that something bad was coming her way, her curiosity seemed to keep her stuck right in her spot rather than rushing for the safety of her changing room like any sane person would do. This soon turned out to be the wrong course of actions. She found herself dragged onto Veronique's lap and she was immediately a naughty little girl again, being spanked for her misbehavior. But this was... different. Amy couldn't put her finger on it. Something about the dress, and the threat of the locking heels, and the fire burning in her behind... She wasn't just upset, she was also getting just the tiniest bit aroused too! She whimpered and struggled against the woman, but she knew full well she could have broken away if she truly wanted to. What she was really doing was acting just like a kid again, struggling because that was just what you did. And that only made her feel even more oddly turned on. She was eventually set back onto the couch, her ass on fire, her eyes filled with tears, an overly dramatic pout on her lips. She could hardly sit down and was forced to get up to her feet, slowly pulling her panties back up, which only made a constant reminder of the light burning still in her backside. She looked at Veronique with a strange mix of anger, confusion, intrigue, and embarrassment. She had absolutely no clue what to say. What could you, after something so far out of left field like that?? Then, her sense apparently having gone completely out the window, she looked down at those stupid heels and shook her head. I-I'm still not wearing them. That's just... wrong... But again, it sounded like the whining of a teenager told to do her chores, more of an annoyance than anything, not really recognizing the pure ridiculousness of the situation.
Thread: More Than Just Her Maid... Cheesecake&confused billiam

Veronique held her breath in preparation of Amy's reaction. It felt good, Veronique couldn't deny that she had no regrets about doing it. She almost wanted to smile but knew that she had to keep up the appearance of being the boss. Getting to her feet, she went to pick up the high heels and dangled them from her fingers again. So Amy was more than willing to continue this little game of theirs, she still hadn't walked out of here yet, so she had to give the girl that. Was she maybe... enjoying this? A normal person would have ripped the uniform off, grabbed her things and stormed out of the house cursing and shouting at how Veronique was 'sick' and that she was calling the police. Well... you have two choices. You either wear the shoes that I gave you to begin with, or you wear these ones here. Getting close to her maid, Veronique was now inches from her face locking eyes with her. Whatever happens, when you are cleaning upstairs I want to hear the click-click-click of a pair of high heels. She pulled away. So what is it going to be? Veronique decided to place the two pairs of heels next to one another on the floor, stepping back towards the hallway. I'm going to make myself some lunch. When I return I expect to see you wearing one of these and back to your cleaning. Because believe me... I could spank you all day. She muttered, giving a forced smile before walking out of the room towards the kitchen. It was then that she managed to grin to herself, looking at her right palm. This girl was definitely going to be fun to keep around and Veronique had barely got on to the good stuff.
Thread: More Than Just Her Maid... Cheesecake&confused billiam

With the woman gone finally she felt herself trembling heavily. Why in the world hadn't she run for the door? She had the chance, she wasn't a prisoner, that was clear. And it wasn't as if she felt trapped in any way. In fact, she was able to see quite clearly that the only thing keeping her around was herself. And that was the problem. She was so intrigued and curious and confused that it was almost as if she just had to see what would come next! And so, she sat down on the couch again, wincing as her ass lit up once more, and began putting on the plain pair of heels - if one could sanely call them that... While Veronique went to get lunch, she got back to work. She finally moved on to the next room, having to take the ridiculous task of moving everything along with her. But before too long, something odd started to happen. She bought into it a little bit. And when she did, things moved always as swiftly as they did when she switched out her shoes. The shoes made her walk funny, so she walked with them instead of against them. They made her hips waggle, but it was kinda fun... Before too long, her good mood had returned, much to her surprise, and she was moving about washing and wiping and dusting - not nearly as gracefully as before, but better than she initially thought such high heels would allow. And all the while, the shoes most definitely gave a pleasant little click-click-click noise, giving her a rhythm to her soft humming and whistling.
Thread: More Than Just Her Maid... Cheesecake&confused billiam

It had been two weeks since her first day and Veronique had noticed a definite improvement in her maid's behaviour and attitude. She seemed to wear the dress almost as if it were natural to her now, and her ability to move in her high heels was definitely much better than the first time she put them on. Unfortunately, she had to dish out another spanking because she hadn't cleaned one of the rooms to Veronique's high standard.. although it had been at the end of a long day. However, other than that... Veronique was happy with having her around the house. Veronique was sitting outside the time had just passed mid-day and the sun was out in full bloom. She wore a flowery summer dress and large sunglasses which protected her eyes from the bright shine of the sun reading her book and sipping at a glass of wine occasionally. It also happened to be a Friday afternoon, and Veronique had promised Amy that if she had did a satisfactory job of cleaning the upstairs today, then she would be allowed to finish early. The truth was that she was doing such a good job that her days were becoming shorter and shorter there was no longer any need to completely clean each room from top to bottom because she was cleaning it almost every day anyway. The dust had disappeared not getting any chance to return. Veronique knew that she would probably be finishing within the next quarter of an hour. Amy had been instructed by her 'Madame' to come down and see her when she was done. She was eager to hear what she had to say about her 'special' wardrobe which she had deliberatly left open. Inside consisted of various outfits made from the same kind of material which she was already wearing, as well as other... 'accessories'... which were interesting.
Thread: Thomas x Muse

Allison had made it, she had been accepted into the popular crowd at school. All those years of staring, wishing, hoping to be one of them had finally come true. And yet it wasn't quite as glorious as Allie had imagined. Perhaps it was the nagging guilt that quietly whispered to her, that her popularity came at the price of a cruel joke. That it wasn't right, wasn't worth it. That voice needed to be silenced. She wanted to enjoy this new status change to its fullest. It had only been yesterday that she had pulled the prank. But the whole school knew by now. The prank everyone talked about now, the prank others giggled about and some high fived her for. The idea had come from one of the popular queen bees, a way to get into their inner circle. But it had gone...wrong. It started with an invite for a secret skinny dipping rendezvous at the school pool at midnight. Allie had never thought her tutor would fall for it. He was obviously one of the smarter kids in the class. But apparently the crush he had on pretty girls won out over intelligence. When he had arrived, Allie had convinced him she was too embarrassed to strip first and he should start them out. Of course another girl was hiding recording the whole thing. But it had gotten out of hand when the security guard arrived. Allie and the other had escaped immediately, but as it turned out her tutor had not been so lucky. It wasn't until the next day that Allie learned he had barely escaped a suspension. Then to make matters worse, the video had been emailed around the student body. Allie paused by her locker, dropping off her things. She could hear a few students chuckling beside her, shooting her smiles. She returned the smile hesitantly, then took a moment to compose herself in the small locker mirror. Her wavy auburn hair was pulled into a low, side ponytail. A wimsy, floral dress draped over the small frame, grazing across her fair, quietly freckled thighs. She took a deep breath. As nice as the popularity was, she wanted to try and avoid him at all costs. She felt guilty enough without actually having to deal with being near him. Closing her locker, she prepared to rush to class as swiftly as possible.
Thread: Thomas x Muse

Thomas slammed his locker. Grabbing the now popular girl by the wrist he dragged her down the hall. South Wing was closed currently because of old in the old dry wall, however it was just the class rooms. This one didn't have any of the supposedly deadly in large amounts mold but the school had still moved it's teacher. Glaring at the woman his dark blue eyes burned of hate, How the fuck DARE YOU? Thomas was a bit of a nerd, but muscular from his time on the swimming, fencing, and jujitsu clubs. His body strong but much more compact then the typical jock. He had pale skin, and white blond hair, the hair brushed back and kept in a ponytail. The nerd was tall at 6' 3, and as he glared he looked every inch of it. Before her little stunt no one had really screwed with the nerd, sighing him as someone too risky to take on. It didn't hurt that he had a 4.0 GPA, and was more than willing to help anyone who asked. However as he glared at the girl who'd changed that he spoke slowly, Why the fuck would you do that to ME, I'm was HELPING YOU, I stood up for you, hell I kept you from getting kicked out for low grades and you do that to me? He kicked one of the nearby decks hard, sending it slamming to the ground. However South Wing was abandoned and he'd dragged her a bit too far for anyone in the main hall to hear anything. As he looked at her it was obvious the fury kept burning brighter and brighter.
Thread: Thomas x Muse

Allie stared at Thomas with wide eyes, yanking her arm free from his grip. She begins to tremble as she sees just how angry he is and steps back to keep some space between them. It...it wasn't my idea! she stammers, flinching when he kicks the desk. Just calm down, Thomas. You're getting too worked up! She casts a glance towards the door, realizing just how far away they are from the rest of the students and teachers. She begins to ease herself into a position where she can make a dash for the door if need be. I swear I didn't know the video was going to be sent around. It was just suppose to be a small joke, that's all. She lifts her hands up before her chest in a placating gesture, It just...it just got way out of hand.
Thread: Thomas x Muse

Thomas put a hand on her throat shoving her against the wall he spit on her face, A small joke, a small joke, fuck you bitch, you know what I think maybe you deserve lesson on what happens to whores. The rope he'd prepared earlier slid around her throat easily, even as the handcuffs he had clicked perfectly against her wrists. The fetishes cuffs were fur lined but still made of steel. He pulled the back end of the rope, forcing her to stand on her tippe toes, like a ballerina. He laughed a bit, Listen here skank your remember the Ottoman knot I was telling you about for your history test, your now dealing with practical use for it. The knot was well known in history. It was tied so that the more weight applied to it the tighter it got. The more she struggled and fought the tighter the knot would get. Thomas knew the girl would be able to support her own body weight on her toes at maximum twenty minutes, so he couldn't' waste time. Slapping her he said, Listen here skank, I'd be very careful what you say, since one bad word and I'll kick your foot out from under you, you'll be the girl who hung herself in south wing. He smirked ripping off her shirt, then her bra. Her skirt and panties joined it. When she was naked he saw the shame on her face. Deciding she still hadn't learned her lesson he brought over the teacher's desk. Turning it to it's side he made her put her right ankle up on it, meaning her left toes had to support her body weight. Looking at her however naked and ashamed, it made his cock start to harden. He reached out, fondling her tits, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples.
Thread: Thomas x Muse

The pressure against her throat was enough to cut off the yelp of panic and pain. Although she knew exactly the purpose of the Ottoman knot due to his tutuoring, it didn't stop her from desperately struggling to free herself from it. She stopped quickly enough when the rope began to bite into the tender flesh of her neck and her breathing became heavier. The cuffs on her wrist now ached from fighing, and already her tiptoes were starting to get sore from the balancing act. A heavy blush colored her face as Thomas ripped away her clothing. She choked back a sob, staring down at the floor, desperately wishing she could break free. Her gaze averted up as she heard him dragging the desk over and a loud gasp escaped her as he pulled up her right leg. She stared at him with wide, green eyes, trembling from head to aching toes. P-p-please Thomas! she squeaked, jerking back as his hand took hold of her exposed nipples. Stop it! Please just let me go! I told you, it was just suppose to be a joke. It wasn't my idea to do half of those things anyway!
Thread: Thomas x Muse

Thomas slapped the girl, Shut the fuck up bitch, you want to humiliate me, well now it's my turn. He took a few pictures. Then he spread her ass cheeks and took another picture before spreading her cunt lips and taking another one. Soon his cock was visibly hard in his pants. He unzipped it, and thrust hard into her sex. Burying it in he said, You like that skank, tell me you love it. He fucked her hard, and fast. He wanted her ass to bruise because of the wal behind her. Wanting her pelvis to bruise up. He wanted her to feel the fucking for a month.
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Thread: \\Love square?// Feral.Desires

I wonder.is this right? Aziel said softly to himself as he paced the hall of his friend. He wasnt too sure if he should confess his love after 5 years of being friends. What if she rejected him? What if she laughed? Or worsesaid nothing at all? Shit kidget your head in the game. This is no time to be second guessing myself. I have to seal the deal before those bastards catch wind of what Im up to. Aziel being the youngest of two brothers was always the subject of their pranks. He didnt trust them at all. You could even go as far as to say he hated them to a certain extent. If they knew he was trying to mack on their closest friend they would purposely do the same thing so he wouldnt get any play. Well he wasnt trying to just get into her pantshe was trying to develop a romantic relationship. Maybe one that would perhaps lead to marriage. He was a fairytale kind of guy. A daydreamer of sorts. Taking in a deep breath he stopped pacing. Standing before her door he prepared to knock. There was no point in delaying his plan any longer. He should just knock already. A half an hour was definitely enough time to make up his mind. Knock. Knock. Knock. Right after he knocked his cell began to ring. No doubt it was his annoying brothers clocking his whereabouts as always. Normally he would give in and tell them his location. But at the moment he was busy, there was no need to get them riled up. Reaching into his pocket he quickly retrieved his cell. He would have to play it cool or they would suspect something. Looking at the caller ID, no doubt he was right. Yo. Hey where you at? Ash and I are gunna go out drinking you in? No, you know I dont do alcohol. Why so frank brother? Usually youd beat around the bush before you say no. Whatre you up to? Nothing you idiot. Maybe Im just tired of being a push over. Awe poor baby. Ash teased. Shut the hell up! Aziel retorted quickly. Well in any case well call you later. Be good kid. Were gunna be too fucked up to bail you outta any trouble. Hanging the phone up hastily he took in another deep breath. Dressed in a black tank, black jeans with rips in them, and a panda hat on his head Aziel hoped he looked aright. A few seconds later he snatched the hat off his head thinking of how stupid he looked. He didnt look no stupider than his retarded brothers who decided to get drunk before the evening even started. For gods sake who gets drunk at four in the afternoon? Obviously his brothers butgeez They were such a hassle. But, back to the situation at hand he had to figure out just how he would confess his love when the other finally answered the door. Perhaps if he knocked again he would get a quicker response. Knock. Knock. Knock.
Thread: \\Love square?// Feral.Desires

When Alyssa opened the door partially that meant only one thing She had just gotten out of the shower. Great. On top of all that he was feeling he had to deal with her running around in a towel. Not that he didnt mind. Honestly he would have like her to shed the towel and hop into his arms bridal style. But that was just a little dream. A dream he would probably never come to realize, but didnt hurt to dream. Sorry I didnt call Lyssa. I was preoccupied with something. He said slipping passed the woman after she had invited him in. He made sure to keep honey brown eyes on the floor because he knew he wasnt going to be able to make eye contact with her in his current state without giving away something was the matter with him. However, regardless of him doing that she still caught wind of his uneasy mood. With a smile his eyes chased after her as he prepared to speak. Im fine really. Just irritated at those two nutballs. He lied. Of course she wouldnt believe that though. She could read him just as well as his older siblings could. However it couldnt her to lie. Could it? When she disappeared hed thought about her excitement. She had been looking forward to their date. Wellshe didnt know it was a date. But soon she would when they were eating dinner or probably when they made it back to either his place or hers. As he waited for her to get dressed he sort of fantasized about what she would be wearing. It wasnt an official date so she wouldnt be getting all dressed up. But she honestly looked good in whatever she put on. He imagined her wearing his favorite faded blue jeans that accented her lovely hips and legs One of her loose t-shits that fell over her torso so delicately, just slightly revealing her curves to him. How beautiful she would be. When the woman returned to the room questioning him about his thoughts he laughed casually. Really its nothing Lyssa. He said as he made his way over to the front door. Come on, Ive got a whole day planned for us. He said as he casually slipped his hands into his pockets. He planned to take her to dinner, a movie, and a nice walk in the park where he would most likely confess his love to her. That is if their time together wasnt cut short because his brothers wanted to go home during their date.