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Thread: Age is Just a Number (nladisha & Jacie)

Susan was genuinely surprised. She had never taken Jezzebelle for a lesbian but then, it was obvious the girl was a bit shocked too, as if she couldn't believe what was just going on. Perhaps it had started as an innocent, childish crush from a girl confused about her sexuality but now things had escalated for her to a point where she was unsure of what to do. Niether was Susan. She liked the young girl, but she wasn't sexually attracted to her. Still, the way Jezzebelle looked back up at her with that sad, sick look of someone cringing with the expectation she was going to get her heart stomped on and ground into a pulp... Susan, however, was quick to collect herself. Would you like to come sit down? she asked the girl. Perhaps we can talk about it. Just so you know I'm not offended or disgusted by it or anything. I won't laugh. I'm just... curious. What's a pretty girl like you doing swooning over an old woman like me?
Thread: Age is Just a Number (nladisha & Jacie)

She was going to cry, she knew it. Jezzebelle could already feel the ache behind her eyes as she stood there, she didnt want to cry in front of Susan but she couldnt help it it hurt. Maybe I can just laugh it off and just leave, I can just walk home. She thought to herself, it would be better than to end up sobbing in front of the older woman. Just as Jezze was about to excuse herself and leave, Susan spoke and it made the brunette looked up at her crush. W-What? She couldnt believe what she was hearing, Susan thought she was old. Youre not old, not at all! Youre just...mature. Jezzebelle said before blushing and slowly lowering her head. Like fine wine. She finished quietly before letting Susan lead her away to sit down, maybe that would be better as Jezze couldnt trust her legs right now. Youre beautiful and nice, and kind. Well there was no use holding it back now, her mouth was already running. I really like you, I have since I met you...At first I thought maybe it was just platonic because my mother didnt want me anymore, maybe I was looking for a mom in you but I realize that wasnt it when the wet dream started.
Thread: Age is Just a Number (nladisha & Jacie)

Susan sat down beside Jezzebelle on the love-seat in the living room, in the front part of the house, where she normally recieved visitors. She smiled when Jezzebelle called her mature and compared her to fine wine. She'd heard those lines a million times before from men ranging in age from her daughter's age to thier early 60s. They were old and tired lines that sounded rather cliche and shallow. Yet from the mouth of a teenage girl, they sounded exciting and flattering if not heartfelt and sincere. The flattery only continued as Jezzebelle revealed how long her infatuation had lasted. Perhaps, Susan reflected as she put an arm around Jezzebelle's shoulders and reached to touch the teen's cheek, she should let Jezzebelle down gently, and explain to her that she was merely confused. Just because she was having wet dreams didn't mean she was in love with or lusting over Susan. Susan used to have lurid, sexually charged dreams about her younger brother, but those were just wierd dreams brought on by being young and going through puberty. No doubt that was what Jezzebelle was experiencing. Instead, Susan lightly caressed Jezzebelle's cheek, and gently turned her head to face her. I like you too, she told her. You are - like another daughter to me. Don't worry I'm not wierded out by all this, but... Susan hesitated as she noticed how she was leaning in towards Jezzebelle's face. Are you sure about this? I mean - and I'm speaking objectively - I know a lot of Aaron's friends have crushes on me, but they're just childish infatuations. Have you really felt this way since the day we met?
Thread: Sold [ Bear & Rook10 ]

While The Manor was not the life of luxury, it was as close to it as a human could ever hope to have. The Manor was a large house that held servants prior to being sold, a good majority of which were females that were trained to serve in the house. From a young age they were raised to serve - cooking, cleaning, decoration, and entertainment were the skills they had to master before being able to be sold, and they were proficient with their duties. But for those with interests in more than a maid that could sing, the owner of the Manor was willing to meet in secret and discuss terms of payment for an untouched female. And so it had come to be Ivy's fate, sold behind closed doors to an anonymous buyer who wanted her not for her ability to keep a house or cook a souffle, but her virginity and physical appearance. Ivy was among the younger of her housemates, seventeen in body and fully blossomed into a woman. Her gangly features had smoothed out into vivacious curves and a bright personality, though she was reprimanded often for her sharp tongue. She had been given all of the proper training to be a lady of the home, but she had not been properly turned into a submissive. She was one of the few that had retained a sense of entitlement to respect, and it had made her life so far... Easier. There was no preparing her for her new home, though they did the best they could. Their best was to brush her hair out until it shone like honey, her pale green eyes lightly lined with eyeliner to accent them. They gave her a fresh outfit, a small skirt and low-cut shirt that showed her curves. They gave her a bra that made her breasts look as if they were going to come from her shirt, which made her feel... Less. As if they were lying. The drive to her new masters home was long, though it gave her time to muse over the personality of whom she was to serve. Perhaps he was a fox of some sort, wanting to have his house cleaned without hiring a service. She had heard many good things about those types. Her thoughts were diminished as they pulled up to the estate, an intimidating thing that caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach. Her escorts opened the door for her, leading up a winding walkway to the house. The door was unlocked, and they let themselves in. Before leaving, a small envelope was slid into her hand, a wax seal of the symbol of the Manor keeping it closed. It was the bill of sale, and unknowingly to her, the guarantee of virginity. Her fate in an envelope.
Thread: Sold [ Bear & Rook10 ]

The interior of the house was a curious mixture between ornate and barren. The room Ivy stood in had two large doorways leading to opposite wings of the house and a broad staircase opposite the front door lead to the second level. The frame work had been skillfully carved and the floors as a dark, smooth stone save for where it had been scratched, apparently by claws running across it. Yet for all the workmanship out into the house itself there was very little in the way of furniture or even floor mats. The floor was cold, indeed there seemed to be a draft throughout the entire building. It's present owner had taken it from the previous one, his former master. Brenin stepped from the shadow behind the staircase. He was a tall canine, a wolf type, with strikingly white fur. He walked with his arms behind his back and approached Ivy. Few anthros chose to wear clothing under any occasion and Brenin was no different, his sheath hung there between his thighs as he made a slowly narrowing circle around the female. His bright blue eyes studied her as his nose sniffed the air, acquiring her scent. She had grown well and while she had clearly been dressed, or perhaps the more appropriate term was gift wrapped, to draw accentuate her curves Brenin could tell that she would suit his needs physically just fine, provided she had been trained appropriately. Well you appear to be in good condition. he finally stated openly, his large tail flicking through the air to somewhat point in her direction. His voice was surprisingly smooth instead of the gruff tones more commonly associated with Wolves. As his inspection came to an end just behind her he reached forward and plucked the letter out of her hand. His breath hot on her neck as he stood behind her and cut it open with one of his nails. Inside was the standard jargon about ownership, liability, billing, all of that nonsense. At the bottom though was a handwritten testament to her virginity. Brenin had spent much time debating if he wanted a 'clean' servant or an experienced one and had finally decided that the idea of having one all his own now and forever more appealed to him much more than a used human. Besides, who knows what other kind of anthro cock had already been there and what sort of diseases might be spread. It says here that they call you Ivy and that you are fresh from the Manor. Is that the case? I am your first master? He knew what the paper had said but humans had a tendency to say more than they ought to so questioning was good way to get information, especially if they were afraid. I do hope you wouldn't consider lying to me. He leaned in closer so that his fur brushed against the bare parts of her skin and his breath could be felt not just on her neck but now on her shoulders and torso as well.
Thread: A Psychiatrist's Hive I (whtbitch4u2own & Alan23)

ORIGINAL INTRO THREAD. This is a SUB-THREAD of the INTRO Thread. Simply, a story between Dr. Kendra Peters and one of her patients. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A PSYCHIATRIST'S HIVE I Dr. Kendra Peters, a name well known and well respected, have been practicing Psychiatry for a long time now. She was the youngest to graduate from a medical school so when she finished her training, she was indeed the youngest. That didnt stop her from going further and a step beyond. She dedicated first few years of her career working under a famous Psychiatrist who not only was specialized in Neurology but also conducted research. Her curiosity had led her to sought him out and then work under him for few years before she started working at a hospital part time and part time, in her own clinic. Of course, thats changed now since she dedicates all her time to her clinic now. Its better that way because hospital has its own limitation. She also specializes in cases that are hard to crack and that mostly comprises of people with very personal problems. She also manages patients who are struggling with their relationships and at times, she even does couples therapy. Only if both partners agrees to it. Most of her patients are rich since they are the only ones who can afford it. She indeed have a nice estate. She had paid off her loans fully and then bought this house on the outskirts of the city. She didnt like living in the chaos so she preferred the calmer environment. She had a 5000 sq feet house all to herself. It was her dream house that had a nice little drive way to it and mansion like feel to it. Thereshe was finally living in one and years of hard work finally had paid off. Like any other day, her office hours starts later in the day and finishes around the evening.
Thread: A Psychiatrist's Hive I (whtbitch4u2own & Alan23)

Dr. Peters had everything digitized. Her home office basically didnt need a secretary per say. Once someone enters her office, the patients would grab a seat and with it attached is a tablet. Theyd have to sign in if they were old patients OR fill their personal and insurance information if theyre new. With that information, their digital chart either get pulled from the record or is created if its a new patient. Should anyone want to make a new appointment, theyd reach an automated system where they can simply make an appointment on the phone and if its an emergency, theyd have her cell phone number where they can reach there anytime. She did have a fall back secretary, back where she actually practiced with few other physicians and she was the second number theyd have to reach should they need her, unless its an emergency. Though, in such field, an emergency rarely occurs and hence, she loves her lifestyles. She gets to enjoy all the good things theres to enjoy and was glad that she wasnt married which would weigh her down. She was expecting Mr. XYZ at about 2 pm. She was ready for him as she was dressed casually in a black pair of jeans and a blazer with a grey top tucked into her jeans. This was one of the perks of working from home, she could dress simple on certain days she wouldnt want to dress up. She did complete her outfit with a necklace, a watch on her left wrist and heels. She always kept up her appearances. Once she was ready, she stepped out into the waiting area, Mr. xyz? She said as she smiled, holding the door open for him, Come on in. I will see you now. She said with a smile, holding a large tablet in her hand, with his file opened for her to write notes on. Once hed walk up to the door, shed simple let him pass and point to a door across a small hallway which would lead to her luxurious office. He'd find a large wooden desk which she barely sits on but its there for the formality. She spends most of her time on the couches which were in the corner of the room, across the table and to its left would be two windows, looking out towards the garden. I am Dr. Peters. How are you? She smiled and looked at him, fairly young guy, wondering what his problem was, apart from what he had written in his chart. Though, it was crucial that she hears from him and so, she leaned forward to show him she was interested in what he had to say as her gaze pierced through his.
Thread: A Psychiatrist's Hive I (whtbitch4u2own & Alan23)

Well, I guess I'm fine... erm, in myself Jacob replied. Like, it's not as if these dreams... are nightmares, as such. I mean I don't wake up in a cold sweat, or anything. He found himself noticing her, almost cataloging her. Her pretty eyes. The way she leaned forward, which might have been genuine interest or simply a professional mannerism. He was not, by nature, a truster. He took in small details... the slightly large front teeth, her strong gaze, the way her t-shirt was spilling out of the waist of her pants. It's just... like, surely it's not normal to dream about the same girl, over and over? I mean she isn't a real... that is, she isn't anyone I ever met in real life. Like an ex girlfriend or something. And, he gave a small, self-deprecating laugh I never met a girl who wore chains around herself anyway. Never been into that stuff. I... I think I would like to know who she is. Why she keeps coming back, over and over. It's as if I knew her, yet I never met her. He was looking away from Dr peters, not through shyness - whatever he was, he wasn't the shy type - more as if to remind himself that she was his doctor, not some kind of lust object. Though why he needed to remind himself of that he could not tell. Sure, he liked women, but he wasn't looking right now. Like, when I was in the army... I saw her then a few times. And after, when I worked on the rigs. And when I was awake, even if I tried to form a mental picture of her, I couldn't... yet whenever I see her in a dream, I recognize her instantly. Understand, she doesn't change, she keeps the same face and looks, like any real person does. But she never lets me see her in waking life. Does anyone else get this. The same person, over and over again in the same dream? I just get a feeling she means something, if I could just work out what. For some reason he found himself wishing he could see Dr Peters in the type of attire he'd expected to see her in. Business attire... a blazer, maybe, and skirt, a suit. Hose. Clothing of that type had always turned him on the way other men were drawn towards low cut tops or tight shorts. Again, he forced himself to concentrate and get the fleeting fantasy out of his mind. Is she there for some reason, Doctor? he finished, a bit lamely.
Thread: A Psychiatrist's Hive I (whtbitch4u2own & Alan23)

She looked at him with interest when he started to speak. A simple question such as HOW WAS HE, he showed uncertainty in his reply. She paid close attention to how he worded these dreams. Of course, it was obvious that they didnt feel like dreams, almost as if it was a reality. Everyone have such occurrence in their life at times but they are so random and short lived, definitely unlikely to repeat on and onas it was with his case. Kendra had no idea that he paid close attention to her details. While its normal to dream about someone, its rarely a case where its about one person and that too, someone you have no idea of. She said and uncrossed her legs but keeping it together as she leaned forward to show interest. So, its not someone you know. Not anyone from your past. We definitely can rule out you being able to see the future. She said in a sarcastic manner without coming off to make fun of him. She knew how sensitive some patients were but she was trying to lighten up his mood as she smiled softly. I mean, hell I wish I was able to see the future. She said and listened to him a bit more in depth. After shed made her explanation the best she could, she pondered on it a bit more in the back of her head, not rushing to spill anything just yet but slowly explore that avenue, should that seem promising. She nodded no, Not over and over again, no. Its usually once or twice if lucky. Unless of course, its someone from the past and they have a strong connection with them which they are holding on to. Clearly, it isnt the case here. She had no idea he was wishing to see her in business attire or something, it was old fashioned and doctors these days, especially Psychiatrists, they are actually more laid back. They dont even practice carrying a stethoscope these days so lot has changed. Besides, she wasnt in come corporate business but her own and that too, in her own home. She need not impress anyone but herself and as long as she dressed professionally, it was enough. Why shes there? I think its something we both will have to find out together. If you had a choice to take someone you know and put them in place of the girl you see in your dream, who would you pick? We can tackle the problem backwards and see if we get anything out of that? I also would like to know if you are in a relationship and for how long? If single.when did you date last time? Sometimes your own fantasies can play tricks on your mind. It might be something that you deep down desire and you may have no knowledge of it. She said and shrugged her shoulders, letting him speak now as she needed to work the case in her mind as well as take a breather.
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Thread: The Princess and the Tower (AnjelRocker and Penner)

It was terribly boring in this tower for the last five days as she had been placed here well, she truly did not know why she had been kidnapped but she had some idea as to the reasons. It was probably because of her fathers new policies that had come upon the land. It was not as if he was a harsh leader but it seems that he had upset someone that he ought not to. And well, she had been approached by what seemed to be a kindly old woman with a basket of delicious looking muffins and danishes and well having always been one to fall for delicious pastry. She supposed that her maid had been right, sweets would be her undoing one day. And so, here she was wandering the tower and looking for something to do. She had cleaned, something that had taken her some time to do since well, she was a Princess. That was the sort of thing that maids and servants did for her. However, it seemed that the tower was not going to up and clean itself. She had also looked for some sort of stairway for her to leave. There were no hidden floor boards or loose rocks How does a tower not have a staircase? She had asked as she went to the balcony. It was not as if she could jump from the tower she would break her legs on impact and could die its not as if it would be impossible if she had a rope. However, there was no rope and it was not as if her hair was long like in a silly faerie tale that she had heard before. No, she simply needed magic. And there was a lot of magic in the tower since it seemed that she had everything that she needed. There was a bed, a vanity with a mirror, water to wash that seemed to never disappear as much as she used it and when she wanted something on the cupboard for food it was there. Well, she had to cook it. That had taken sometime and she had burnt a few things. Adele was simply not cut out for a domestic life it seemed. Of course, she had dreamed as a little girl what it would be like to be a farm girl and would play games like that but it was truly hard to do that sort of thing. However, she was too stubborn to give up. And so, Adele was trying to cook something out of a recipe book as she was looking at the ingredients with a strange look. Her hair was tied up because she had almost set it on fire before And that was when it happened. The sudden sneeze that made her jump a foot as she whipped around and stared at where the noise had come from. Had the old woman returned for her? What she had seen next had her staring in utter horrible at the face that had suddenly appeared on the wall. What in the She exclaimed as she took a step back and reached for something. It was a broomstick as she put it in front of herself. As if a broom was going to protect her from the ghost of this tower. Dont come near me! Adele shouted as she didnt know what else to do? I was brought here ghost! I cant leave! She shouted as she glared at it pretending to be brave but inside, she wanted to hide and run away. You have to leave!