Thread: Into the Penumbra (Fetish / BDSM) (Pazzo x Loneiysong)

Mistress Tony, that last LCD screen is about to go. Its on its last leg and Jimmy has been doing all he can, but- Tony raised his hand motioning for the slave at the door to stop speaking. Leaning his head back, he frowned and tapped his leg with a riding crop. He frowned. He knew who he could and should call, it was a long shot, but he was the only one that Tony knew of. They had beeen keeping in contact for a while now, and knew that he would have problems remembering him. They were long time pals. A broad grin found its way to his lips as he remembered them paying a homeless man both of their allowance for two weeks to buy them a nude magazine. They had taken it and ran up to his tree house and looked over the wonder of the female form. Philip was one of the few that knew of Tony's wild tastes. Entertaining the company of both men and women, always the dominant. He reached out a hand and picked up the black phone that sat at the end of his mahogany desk. Raising his hand, he motioned for the boy that was dressed in chains and a loincloth out of the room. He tapped his fingers on the leather setting on his desk. He hated voice mail. Really hated it, but in this crucial time and need, he would leave a voice message. That was another thing that Philip had over everyone else in Tony's life. Tony's voice recorded on his phone. Hearing Philips voice on his voicemail, he rolled his eyes looking up. Hey Philip, this is Tony. Look, I need an electrician. No one is up to your par, and if there are, they haven't offered. So look I iwll make you an offer you can't refuse. He chuckled thinking of his Italian heritage. I need an electrician, on call only. I will offer you room and board as a fringe benefit to start out with. Everything else is up for debate. Just please call me back if you are only mildly interested because buddy.... He sighed and walked to a window and looked out. I am in a bind, you are an artist at what you do and a miracle worker. So come on call me back, you have my number. Any time that is good for you. He bit his lip and growled in annoyance. Philip.. he growled mentally. Alright call me back. He hung up and paced around his lavish office. His leather shoes making no sound against the soft carpet. He loved to have private shows from submissives on this rug. Maybe a good friend or two holding court. The office was decorated in black and a dark red wood. The walls were a dark grey decorated by red stretching trees. On either side of the room was a leather couch that could comfortably sit three people. The window behind the desk looked out onto the strip of Las Vegas. He liked his view because he could see all the activity. Hell, he could even watch the pirates in their war before they took that attraction out. He walked to a cabinet that held the mini bar perched in teh corner. Looking up, he smiled. Tony was an attractive guy. His black hair was groomed into a puff of regal refinement that his subs loved to run their fingers through. A days worth of stubble always graced his jaw and green eyes looked back at him. Tony stood at 6'2, and was always dressed impeccably. Today was a black silk shirt with an armani white pin striped vest and matching pants. A splash of color was brought by his bright red Hermes tie. He made himself a scotch and soda and raised it to himself in a glass. Philip old boy, you better answer my call, or you will be paid a visit. He chuckled and moved to the couch and settled back knowing it was only a matter of time before one of his girls or boys got hungry and came in to plase him and ask for a little snack.