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

Stella slowed Watson down to a trot when they neared the ranch. She too could make out the figures of Mr and Mrs. Perrins. As always, Stella let Malachi do the talking, as she had learned the hard way that men find comfort in doing business with men. Besides, who would ever believe that a sweet little creature such as herself was the one to do the most damage to Mr. Bleene? Certainly not the Perrins. They had heard the rumours of Malachi's traveling companion, but her physical appearance typically disproved them to some degree. A few very wary people would question their relationship, and Stella would bluntly explain that her parents were killed by crooks, and he took her in as his apprentice. Then Ellie would make some sort of small demonstration, shooting off hats or hitting cups seemed to be quite popular in getting the point across. Stella climbed off of Watson, unfastening a sack from him. Swinging it over her shoulder, she started towards the three of them, only to stop just short. Stella spun about, giving Watson a gentle rub on his nose before placing a small kiss between his eyes. In responce, he nudged her chest with his great head, wanting more affection then what they had time for. Stella was indulgent though, You did good today, Watson! She scratched along his jaw up to ear. He let out a neigh of content before one of the hands took hold of his reigns. She would pamper him a bit more before bed. Facing Malachi and the Perrins, Stella walked towards them. The gentle roll of her hips, the sway of her skirt. Today, they all did good. But naturally, a wealthy couple raised down in the south would never pry into such relations. No. Mrs Perrins simply lead them to a lavish guest room which was furnished with two beds, dressers, and armoirs. Stella looked at the beautiful oat furnishings, a twinge in her heart. She had a dark secret, one she knew she could never ask Malachi for, but, she wanted to settle down and fill one of these up with dresses and different outfits. As it was, she owned three. And three was a greater deal than most. Her work outfit, an extra set of bloomers for sleeping, and her sunday best. Thank you, ma'am, Nodded Stella as the woman left, closing the door behind her. Stella looked over to Malachi, watching his fingers work away at his buttons. She took him in for perhaps a moment too long before responding, Alright Papa, if that is what you want. With that, Stella opened her sack and pulled out a lovely sky blue dress. Setting it out on the bed closest to the basin, Stella closed the gap between the two. Her own fingers working the buttons and hooks it took to fasten her outfit. Without much of a thought, she stood in her bloomers and under shirt. Taking a face cloth, she began to wipe away any dirt and grime off of her. All the sweat came off too. Feeling refreshed, she ringed out her cloth and set it to dry. Picking up her dress, matching sky blue corset, white stockings, and simpler shoes, Stella relocated behind a chinese devide. Humming to herself she began to dress. It was easy for one to tell when a lady was putting on her corset, for suddenly her breath became short, staccato like, as if someone was fucking it out of her. It was hard to do up one's own corset, so once it got to a more difficult stage, she called out, Papa! Could you tie me up, please?