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Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

Rebecca Florentine - Nathan Grants Lilina Vance Tristan Lawrence Raleigh Desade - Nina Goldstein Christian Belladandy -
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

And while the rope marks served to remind her of the submission, it also bore the brunt of his mistakes once he whipped rather hard that it left a bruise near her chest, though mostly it had healed he was angry at himself more than she could ever be to him. Another time was when he accidentally hit her eye with his elbow during bondage, at a time when he was still getting used to his dominating position. And while Rebecca would smile, he wasn't quite sure if she really was submitting to him. As a Slave she was granted the rare opportunity to keep secrets, as his mother had told him once Take away a woman's secrets and there will be nothing left. He rarely punished her for withholding information at a time when he still tried to define their 'relationship'. Walking down the grounds, he tried not to pay attention to a Plus student tugging along a leash with his retainer on the receiving end. A retainer was a servant who would serve the master all throughout the day and was not entitled to the same education that even Minuses would have. While code of decency prevents obscene sexual acts to take place outside, near alcoves and dark corners one could hear a Retainer's moan or their gagged pleas. Once, he even saw a retainer bound in a hogtie, enduring a vibrator as she awaited her master to finish Gym class. Horrible, yet...this was how their society functioned. It was remarkable how Rebecca was so organized. Always ahead on her studies, many teachers spoke only good things of her, often touting the red-haired lady to be a top student. In comparison, he was pretty much an 'average' student whose grades are rather lackluster save for the arts and music, who contributes nothing to team spirit nor helping out with various events. Thank goodness... he said, gazing back towards Rebecca. The Principal is a very rational man...I am sure he will grant us the opportunity. If not, then I'm sure he'll give us a lenient condition. Sitting down on a tree, it was Nathaniel's cue that he didn't want to go home so early, which was strange considering many masters were eager to spirit their Retainers away and do activities that were sexual in nature together. It's going to be just fine, Rebecca. Why don't you just have a seat here for awhile and let's enjoy the sunset? The Moment he closes the door behind her all notions of freedom become moot. Once indoors, he could, theoretically, order her to strip and masturbate without pause until he deems it sufficient. But, Nathaniel was not like any other master. Opening his bag, taking out a sketch book he began to roughly outline the view from under the tree, excluding that Plus student who led his slave around. Then, he brought up the topic ...I'm kind of having some trouble with my Calculus homework...think you can help me out? Of course she had the freedom to say no, he gave her that liberty. Math and the Sciences were his weak points, with the early assessment Councillor telling him that area should be of great concern.
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II guess I can help, but math isnt my best subject Rebecca didnt know what to think about this change in schedule. Usually after classes, they went straight home, worked on homework and such until dinnertime rolled aroundthen she made something for them to eat. It wasnt as though everything was set in stone, but it was the general familiarity of knowing what came next in the day that eased her nerves at times. Now.out of the blue, he was kicking back and asking for her help. Yes, she knew that math was one of his weak points, and it was actually one of her stronger subjectsbut still. Couldnt he ask a Plus friend for help? It wasnt as though they were friends They were master and slave, with a respectful, mutual relationship that promised nothing more. The redhead leaned back against the tree near the young man. Her arms came up to link across her chest, her feet doing much of the same thing. Yes The Principal is a rational man. That doesnt mean he will allow us to change rooms, but I hope it does. We really need a new room, since its old and everything. I think its also getting a little bit dangerous to even stay in there. Just the other day, Nina was hit on the head with a piece of tile from the ceiling. The wallpaper is peeling off the walls. I tripped on a loose floorboard not too long ago. If things continue to disintegrate, the room will probably be redone completely and that would be a blessing. A few minutes passed in silence, and she wondered just what to do. In order to study, they needed to go back to their home, right? Either that or head back to the school There was no way she could help him with math without some paper, a calculator, and a textbook. Not to mention a whole lot of patience. What could she do though? It wasnt like she could outright tell him how she felt on the matteror on anything else. That was something she has, and never will, do. Their relationship may change sometime in the future, but keeping her secrets close to her heart is important. Do you want to head back to the house? If you want me to help you out with your homework, were going to need more room than this to do so And I can cook there. I dont think itll be too long before its dinnertime. Im sure you dont want to starve Rebecca rolled her eyes at this, pushing herself away from the tree. Bending over, she picked up a rock, tossing it up into the air before swiftly catching the pebble in her palm. A soft breeze wafted through, ruffling the skirt she wore until it teased around her thighs. The jacket lapels did the same, except around her collar. Subdued amber eyes flicked towards the man, then quickly danced away to take to the sky. It had been a pretty day earlier, with lots of warm sunshine and birds in the air. It had made it difficult to focus on tasks at hand, but somehow she managed throughout. Now she just regrets that she missed out on any of it.
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So that was why Nina had to be carried out on a stretcher. While the tile was so old that it pretty much shattered into dust upon impact, the emergency medical technicians had to come by and escort her out. Nina was a rather frail girl, often seen around the computer filing forms as the student council's accountant. Room 1029 was the oldest room in the oldest wing, many even wondered why such a prestigious school would have such a rundown room. Of course, you could grumble and easily blame the Supreme Student council to relocating them there under the terms of cutting deficits on a shortfall in the budget. It feels like all of Bateman wing will get remodeled. The Principal apparently has a sentimental connection to there, so it may take awhile. The most feasible solution is to move. Now, if only Reira would accept it... Reira was the Finance Minister of the Supreme Student Council, the one responsible for suggesting the move to Room 1029. Swaying her opinion would be hard, as a Plus who was the daughter to the CEO of the biggest and oldest operating bank to date. Perhaps Rebecca did not understand, but he just...wanted to relax. Truth was, he spent more time with Rebecca than he had with any other girl. And while she was indeed his slave, he had thought of her as more than that...why else was she allowed to defy his wishes at times? Ahhh, yes. We should. he said, glancing up to the sky as he stood up. The sun was setting and the night would soon come. Bag right behind him, he walked by her side, showing that they were equals in his eyes despite the fact that Rebecca wore a leather collar on her neck. Say, Rebecca...how do you do it? he asked curiously, walking down Britannia road, meeting other people in the bustling metropolis. You're so much more talented than me, you're smart, hardworking and well-liked. Me...I'm just an average kid. he admitted, crossing the pedestrian lane as they walked close to his home, located quite far from the academy itself, but enough of walking distance to disregard public transportation. The house was an ordinary two-floor stand-alone home, rented by his parents for his exclusive use. Opening the door for her, once inside the rules change. Nathaniel could easily become a dominating master who was still testing the borders of his...desires. Despite that, he was extremely lenient still, taking into consideration her homework and all. I'm not in the mood for home cooking. Maybe the leftovers from yesterday would do. he said, placing his bag on his bed and walking back downstairs, dressed now in track pants and a plain white shirt. Turning on the TV, he switched it to World News. Looking towards Rebecca, he kept his eyes on the report about the War in South America. Rebecca, are you in the mood for it tonight? he asked, blushing softly. 'It' was a word that stood in place of that taboo. Odd, considering he was more than willing to tie her up yet was embarrassed when he heard the words bondage or BDSM. If...you want to.
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

Master. Something about that word put him off. Yet it was necessary to be called by that name, to distinguish her standing in society. From birth he was taught that he was superior to any Minus he held more importance than his wet nurse or the gardener he would often talk to. Groomed to be the successor of a family that put it's fortune in the tech industry, yet he showed little interest in the trappings of an aristocratic heir preferring solitary afternoons out, painting and artistry, Nathaniel found solace in the arts...If only Rebecca could see it too... Rebecca's words encouraged him, to know that it was in his capability to be just like her smart, talented and well-loved. Why is that? Some people are genuinely kind like...Tristan! Yeah! He's a pretty laid-back guy. Kind of arrogant but he's pretty nice to anyone close to him... As long as she followed the curfew rules his parents set out, he had no problems with her going outside. Nathaniel was self-sufficient to a degree, he could cook his own meals even though they were simpler and didn't taste as good as Rebecca's own. If it made her happy, he would also be happy. To be in control made him jittery, yet he found pleasure when his slave would be bound, begging for relief. Quite the paradox, especially with the timid and modest boy being a relatively skilled bondage rigger. Years of experiments gave him ample experience with the knots and ties of the trade. No...I'm concerned. Don't want to tie you up, have you worn out and miss out on doing your homework...It's alright if you don't want to after dinner... he said, taking his own pencil and pen, as well as his textbook. He wanted to show that he cared for her...yet the two seemed almost worlds apart, as if the distance between the master and slave was almost light years apart...Nathaniel, regardless, was ready to start on his lesson.
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

Okay, lets see Rebecca began rifling through the pages of the textbook. It looks like youre learning bell curves in class right now Those are relatively easy, but it can get pretty confusing when it gets down to it I learned about them last year. As for what we were talking about Im not sure why it is like it is. People judge others in ways they shouldnt and because of social status. Minuses are perceived differently than Pluses are As much as some pretend otherwise. Theres nothing I can do to change that. Unfortunately. I would love togiven the way some girls throw me dirty looks. It didnt bother her that she had to address him as Master within the confines of their home. After years of doing it, over and over again, one grew accustomed to such things. Even doing the chores around the house. She used to hate doing them at first, with a spiteful vengeance. Oh, how she used to burn the food on purposeor iron a black spot right into shirts and pants alike There was even times where she would spit into the food, just for the heck of it. How childish it seemed now. Especially when something as silly as doing the dishes calmed her nerves. Alright, do you know how to find standard deviation? Or what it is? she asked the man situated beside her. For the most part, its listed in the question. Think of it as the different between one point to the next on the bell curve. The middle represents the median. On either end is the maximum and minimum values the x can be. Luckily, this is very similar to the quartile box. The five standards points that make it up are the values that you need to know. There are various formulas helping you find standard deviation, and the correlation to all this information. As long as you have that, you should do fairly well on the tests and quizzes. Rebecca smiled over at him. To her, this was all rather easy. It was only because she studied it for quite a long while before she moved on to the next thing in class. Handing him the pencil, she helped him through a number of problems, guiding him to the right answer without actually giving it away. It was more helpful in the long run. That way, he could catch his own mistakes. After a few minutes she told him to try a few problems without her help, rising up to grab them a drink from the kitchen. Her throat was getting rather parched after all the talking. Taking two glasses down from the cabinet, she looked through the various choices. Ice chinked into the glass cups, and soon she poured tea over them. Though it wasnt her favorite drink, it was definitely the best thing given the choices. Once that was done, she went back into the living room.
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

Uhuh...And...how do I do this question? he asked, rather curious. He knew better than to just rely on her to teach him anything, but he was really struggling with his Calculus homework. Atleast Rebecca did much to alleviate that, but as everyone knows, you can't just rely on someone forever. With a sigh, he leaned back as she departed to go grab something to drink for the two of them. Nothing like some cold tea to refresh the body! With a sigh of relief, he had finished his work! Thank you for your help, Rebecca. he said, smiling as he packed up his bag. Behind the front door...she was his slave. If he wished he could simply tell her to strip and masturbate before him and she would oblige. After all...that was her place in society. Taking a seat, he turned on the television right after checking out his Facebook on a mobile phone. Do you have any friends at school, Rebecca? he asked, turning to face her. Times like these it seemed unbelievable that the two were master and slave. Standing up, he filled up a glass of water and returned to the living room. Do you...want to do it?
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Rebecca glanced up at the clock. The hour hand was at the eight, the minute hand notches away from the seven. When they started the work it had only been seven-fifteen. In other wordsshes been helping him for over an hour. Wowa new record. The last time they worked on math together, they didnt finish until it was almost eleven oclock at night. And that was when they were merely going over sigma and the other various Greek symbols used in calculus. It looks like hes needing her help less and less often. It was no problem. I dont have much homework I need to get done. Actually, I finished most of it during study hall. Why waste time during that period? After gathering the supplies together, she looked up as he returned from the kitchen. He never ceased to surprise her. Why ask what she wanted, when he was the master, and she the slave? It was whatever he wanted that really mattered. Cruel as it is to think this way, it was true. Her thoughts, her feelings none of it was of any significance. As long as she was in his shadowthey never will matter. What matters the most was his feelings and thoughtshis ambitions. His dreams. Not hers. Nothing about her was important.not even if she was alive or dead. It was sad, but so true. Justwhat a pitiful existence she has. Whatever you wantI want, Master. The redhead bowed her head submissively. I am here for you to command. If you want to doit, then I will go along with that decision. To tell the truth, most of the truth she dreaded this time. Being so vulnerableneeding his attention like an addict needs his drugs How embarrassing. She was a practical young woman, not aa lustful one. There are better, more important things to do with her time.
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

And while the two had been acquainted with each other for awhile now, the only thing they had not been used to was their place as a master and slave. He made it a habit to act civilized and orderly in the outside world, reverting to a strict and often-times harsh master who enjoyed seeing her in bondage. Yet...even he was having trouble defining himself. Sooner or later, he'd have to decide what kind of lifestyle he would live. He couldn't just live like this all his life...he either had to face his desires or let her live her own life. You answered as a slave would, but not as Rebecca. Her name was seldom used indoors. It was inside the roof and these four walls that she was known by many derogatory names, ranging from slut all the way to fuckhole. And while he would fluster calling her by such names almost immediately, he wanted to do as how masters should do it. But...he didn't know if she took it kindly. Truly, after that lesson, he had second thoughts about engaging in BDSM. Wordlessly conveying his intentions, he leaned forward and kissed her softly. Of course this was all when he had a very bright pink blush on his cheeks. Your thoughts matter to me...even in bondage I still have to listen to you in case the ropes are too tight or if you want to call off the session. he said, BDSM is bondage and submission with care. Mistreating you without regard to your feelings is nothing more than torture. I don't want that. For BDSM to work, mutual respect and trust must be exchanged...atleast, that's what a website told him! And while it seemed to him that time froze during their talk, it was quite the opposite it was almost time for dinner time.
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I told you before, Master. Whatever you want I want. I am here to serve you. Rebecca may have answered as a slave would, but that was what was expected of her. Opinions of a slave didnt matter. The master only mattered here. Of course, she was lucky to have a kinder master than most. He never beat her unless it was justified. Many times during their sessions of bondage he would ask questions, to make sure she was comfortable. Even now, he asked if she wanted a session tonight or not. At times he did act as though he was strict and harsh. That was only a front he put up, however weak it was. Yesshe was very lucky, indeed. Yet she couldnt seem to define herself anymore. Before, she would think of herself as a hard-working student, determined to find a future, and enthusiastic about learning. Nowin the corner of her mind, the word slave would rise up. The hope in her heart was dyingand it has been for some time now. Maybe shell never become anything Not a doctor, or a botanist, or even a veterinarian. All she ever wanted was to make something of herself. The times where she had to beg for mercy didnt help matters any, and only made her feel more worthless. The kiss leaving her lips a bit tingly, Rebecca bowed her head right before heading back upstairs. It didnt take her very long to put up the textbooks, the calculator, and the various other supplies. Why was ithis kisses never really left much of an impression on her? It could be because she didnt feel any real emotion coming from it There was none of the passion she longed for in life, or the tenderness she dreamed about. Once she was done with her task, the redhead went back down to the first floor, intending on making dinner. She had made spaghetti for them the night before. Because he requested just leftovers, that is what they are having again tonight.
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

But... his words cut off, he sighed softly as she walked upstairs to put away the stationary supplies and textbooks they used. Nathan wasn't really sure what to do...it was true he would sometimes act out of line and get unnecessarily harsh to her during bondage, often times only giving her relief when tears would pour out of her eyes from the intensity of her repeated orgasms or by how tight her bondage was. He had a feeling this was his own doing...karma, as many would say. Those times when his kindness would twist and give way to a person so cruel it seemed like he was another person all together...was she tired of that, to see the same harsh and strict master treating her with kindness during day only to revert to the cruel dominant by the light of the moon? Nathan too had trouble defining himself and his relationship. He wanted...secretly, to love her. It wasn't a carnal desire, but rather...it was a form of romance that could easily be seen as fake when in reality, atleast to him, it was real. When he heard her walk into the kitchen, he followed suit, finding her reheating the spaghetti that she had prepared yesterday. A table for two. Hey, Rebecca...if you weren't my slave, what would you want to become? he asked curiously. He asked his parents specifically that he wanted Rebecca to come with him to St. Prester's academy and that she would be enrolled as a student instead of his retainer. From spying on her he could tell that another girl came to life there, different from the slave he saw now and then. I'm...I'm still trying to find my place in this relationship, Rebecca...I know I've done some very harsh things to you...but... he wasn't sure what else to say, flustering softly. He had lost the drive to go through with a bondage session with her, instead looking at the hot spaghetti that was served before him.
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Rebecca opened a nearby cabinet. For a moment all she could comprehend was the smooth wood under her fingertips, the light reflecting off the glasses inside. The gentle whir of the microwave was muted in the background. A nice white cloth covered the nearby table, the edges lined in delicate lace. The silverware had already been set out. If candles were involved in this little scene.along with sweet music, and maybe a touch here and therethis could have very well qualified as a romantic scene. How could she answer such a question, when being a slave was all she knew? Just the idea of a life of serving only herself seemed ludicrous. After allit never will happen in this lifetime. Everything she had experienced as a child, and while growing up, had molded her into the woman she was today. If she hadnt gone through what she had, she could have ended up as a different person. Gone would be the hard-working, stubborn self that was most familiar to her all to be replaced by mannerisms that wouldnt belong. Im not sure, Rebecca finally spoke up. There are many possibilitiesI could be exactly how I am today, or I could not. My tastes could be different. Without knowing what kind of life I would have had growing up I cant answer that question honestly. When he mentioned finding his place in this relationship, she couldnt help but sigh. Master You dont have to be concerned with such trivial things. Isnt it obvious what this relationship is? I am your slave, and you are the master. That is how it stands. Her fingers brought down a glass, but it slipped out of her grasp. The shattering echoed around in the kitchen for a long moment. Oh! Im sorry! I will pay for it right away as soon as I clean it up Luckily the shards were only on the floor, and not scattered about on the floor. It was within seconds that she started to pick up the glass shards, but she winced. A line of crimson line formed on her finger.