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Thread: Fresh Starts

Hey Everyone, Long time no talk. This is my formal outstanding apology to everyone who I've inconvenienced over the last month or so. Between travel, health, work, and family problems May and June have been a powder keg of hellish torments that have completely pulled me away from the ability, desire and creative spark that binds me too this place. My prolonged absence was a combination of my overloaded life and the piles of RP's I had foolishly tried to take on an ended up choking on it, as many of my previous partners know I have a habit of doing double entandra, wink wink.. This go round I'm going to keep a tight leash around myself to keep my from going so overboard that I swamp myself to the point of no longer enjoying RPing. This should be a hobby after all, not a chore. Again I want to apologize to anyone who I've made RP's cancel or slow or anything of the sort because of my absence if there is anything I can do to make it up to anyone, just PM me and I'll to whatever I can to the furthest extent of my capabilities. Gracias, The Good Doctor.
Thread: Story Driven

Hey, I, er, don't mean to be a bother or anything but you blocked PMs from me for some reason and I can't for the life of me imagine why you would have.
Thread: Advertising Lust

Ah, Monday morning. An aroma of cheap coffee filling the air, shades drawn to shield bloodshot eyes from the searingly bright sun, everyone's headaches throbbing to the tunes pouring from that one offensively clean-minded putz's portable radio. Sometimes you could barely tell the zombie cleaning staff from the actual workers. Not Vekril though. The dragon is sharply groomed and dressed this morning, as he is all mornings, piercing yellow eyes untouched by bleariness. Luxuriously curly hair the color of fire, brilliant red mixed with occasional threads of molten orange, hangs down halfway to the shoulders of his tailored gray sharkskin suit, framing a face that could only be described as classically handsome. The rest of Vek's body is equally desirable, his apparel custom fit to showcase the lean, fit frame beneath, muscle rippling down his chest in perfectly defined waves. Dragons like him were a rare breed, but feared and respected for good reason. Above all else they had avarice, an inborn lust for wealth, for power, a need to be admired, nay, worshipped by others. Greedy, narcissistic beings, but ruthless as well. Everyone knew dragons got what they wanted, one way or another, a reputation they make sure to cultivate. Given these traits many ended up as celebrities, movie stars, even politicians, roles in society who's very purpose was being paid for being seen and envied by the rest of the world. Vekril was of a rather more professi
Thread: Advertising Lust

Ah, Monday morning. An aroma of cheap coffee filling the air, shades drawn to shield bloodshot eyes from the searingly bright sun, everyone's headaches throbbing to the tunes pouring from that one offensively clean-minded putz's portable radio. Sometimes you could barely tell the zombie cleaning staff from the actual workers. Not Vekril though. The dragon is sharply groomed and dressed this morning, as he is all mornings, piercing yellow eyes untouched by bleariness. Luxuriously curly hair the color of fire, brilliant red mixed with occasional threads of molten orange, hangs down halfway to the shoulders of his tailored gray sharkskin suit, framing a face that could only be described as classically handsome. The rest of Vek's body is equally desirable, his apparel custom fit to showcase the lean, fit frame beneath, muscle rippling down his chest in perfectly defined waves. Dragons like him were a rare breed, but feared and respected for good reason. Above all else they had avarice, an inborn lust for wealth, for power, a need to be admired, nay, worshipped by others. Greedy, narcissistic beings, but ruthless as well. Everyone knew dragons got what they wanted, one way or another, a reputation they make sure to preserve. Some wished to be celebrities, movie stars, even politicians, but Ker was of a more professional breed. A consummate professional on his way to top, a man who wears expensive suits and drinks expensive bourbon, laying with classy women each night, makes his livng by the wit of his silver tongue, as though he'd stepped straight from a TV serial. That was the image Vek cultivated about himself. Politely greeting the boss as he takes a seat, Vek listens as the man explains what they're selling. Not surprising. Something like this was bound to happen ever since the Sub-Human Rights act passed. What was surprising was the beautiful little morsel curled up in the corner. Was she one of the 'merchandise'? Why was she here? A slight inkling of delightful suspicion grew in Vek's mind as the boss's explanation droned on, until finally the best is confirmed. She's here for him. Delightful. He said, stroking her hair and giving the girl an almost predatory smile as she kneeled at his feet. Mere minutes later they're leaving the building, Vek's arm wrapped around her shoulders possessively as they walk down the street. Before he brings his new 'toy' home there's a few things he wants to collect upon the way. Do you have a name?
Thread: Advertising Lust

Rose smiled as she studied the Dragon, her mind filled with wicked desires. most of the 'pets' that where being sold where all too willing to be there, willing to be trained, willing to be sold. some had even been raised from birth to be such a thing. Rose was simply a succubus, she wasn't sure if she had been born at the company, or sold by parents who didn't want her, but it mattered little to her...she was about to have a wonderful master. she smirked as she watched the owner of the company instruct her new master with all the manners that a Dragon deserved, being polite to the Dragon simply because he was a Dragon, everyone knew Dragons caused trouble if they felt insulted...whether that was true or not or just rumor it certainly worked in the Dragon Species favor. she smiled up at him, her red eyes filled with wicked desires as she licked her lips, letting him know without a doubt that she was happy to be his. rumor was, that Dragons where excellent lovers, perfect for a growing succubus. she walked beside him, smiling as she enjoyed his possessive grip, looking up at him. my name is Rose. she admitted, her voice soft but laced with the seductive power of her species. Succubi where well known for their alluring bodies and voices, no one could resist a succubus if they turned their powers on them. some master-less Succubi where in fact using their powers to control prominent men, turning the men into sex slaves and using their power to get everything they wanted. the ones with masters where often used to control weaker men and women to empower themselves. that Vek had been given a succubus, a willing succubus opened up a whole new power base for himself. though it wasn't a common known thing that Succubi, the more powerful ones anyway, really could control the minds of men, she had no doubt that Vek knew very much what she was capable of. i am not sure how old i am. she admitted simply, staring at him as if he was the only thing that would ever matter to her, licking her lips again. i am yours, My Master. she purred softly. in any way that you want me. she hoped they got home soon, she was starting to get a little hungry. an she really wanted to see how pretty his body was underneath all that annoying clothing.
Thread: Advertising Lust

Oh yes, that was certainly another rumor the dragons themselves loved to propogate. It helped that there was an entire mythology behind it, who knows how many tales of them stealing away virgin princesses to their lairs and doing godless things to them... And it also helped that the rumors are far from untrue. Good, good. I like a girl who knows her place. Keeping his slave close Vek studies her, that dirty little smile gracing her soft lips, the way she holds herself, the movements that run through her gorgeous curve with each step, even her scent, that intoxicatingly sweet scent of flesh beneath what little clothing she wears. Delicious. But, I think the time will come when you regret offering me anything . That was a little presumptuous on her part. Vekril was, well, he had a certain expertise with affairs of the flesh, hence how he'd gotten this job. But two hundred years is a long time to acquire tastes, a lifetime for most races, many women simply found the dragon too.... unusual in his appetites. Seeing what he's looking for, Vek pulls her aside, towards a large cement building with no sign or logo outside to indicate what business it does. Which is just as good as a flashing neon emblem to those who know to look. The doors slide open automatically to let them into the sex shop, row upon row of silicon, latex and leather delights greeting them with florid pink packaging, scented oils and gels filling the air with an aroma akin to perfume. Very well-stocked. Lust was big business in this town. Go on, find something nice for yourself. Bringing his hand against Rose's pert little rear in a hard slap, Vek heads off into the aisles. He already has plenty of toys, kinky little bits and bobs collected over the years, but what he needed now was a little different than anything he'd had the pleasure of using before. Supplies for his new pet.
Thread: Advertising Lust

she smiled ay him, happy that he was pleased with her, she liked that he was pleased with her, aroused by her, she could smell the lust on his skin, she couldn't wait to have that lust unleashed upon her willing, compliant body. she chuckled a little as he watched him, his comment amusing her. ah, but i am your Slave my master, anything i don't offer, you can simply take. she admitted grinning at him. i would rather offer, and enjoy, than deny and have you punish me for it. she admitted chuckling as she kissed his muscles. well, unless i enjoy the punishment. she admitted chuckling a little as she shook her head. i am also a succubus, what you enjoy, i enjoy. she admitted smiling happily. already i can tell, you are not a man of simple tastes, of... common desires. she purred, sounding utterly delighted. i will learn much under your rule My Master. i will learn to please you in every way that you want and desire. that, is my greatest joy. she promised smiling at him before looking shocked at the store they had entered, her head tilted. yes Master. she purred, flashing him a grin as he smacked her ass, rubbign it into his hand with a small happy sigh, not in the least bothered by the sharp sting the slap had caused as she moved into the store, looking for something and not sure what it was she was looking for. she finally decided to get a cute little Naughty Bunny outfit, she liked the way it looked and thought he might enjoy her dressing up for him. it even came with Stiletto heal hooker boots that she, just, LOVED. she couldn't wait to show off herself in such a sexy outfit, and moved over to him, showing him the outfit. does this please you? she asked, hoping that she had chosen well, she had spoken the truth earlier. her greatest joy in life, would be unlocking all of his secretes, and using them to pleasure him in every way possible. it was every Succubi's dream, so long as they had a master with which to carry out pleasuring, otherwise they went power hungry and gathered a harem of willing sex slaves from which they almost continuously fed from. but rose doubted that Vex would be willing to let her have that pleasure, and it was rumored that Dragons never died of old age, so unless he was murdered or got deadly sick, he was her master for all of her life. not that she minded in the least.
Thread: Advertising Lust

My, she is a willing slut, isn't she? Vek thinks, grinning to himself as he watches his slave vanish into the aisles and thinks of that brief smile she gave when he smacked her. In all honesty the dragon had expected the 'product' to be a little different when he was first told what it was. He had expected, oh, listless whimpering things without any personality, or else defiant, feisty creatures that needed to be broken in once bought. Rose... She was broken, accepting of her fate, yet rather than losing her will she seemed to love every second of her servitude. Being a succubus could account for part of that, but even then, Vek would love to meet the people who conditioned her so well for slavery. They had certainly made his job a whole lot easier. By the time Rose rejoins him with her selection Vek has been very busy indeed, picking out the finest and cruelest implements he can find to use on his slave. A ring gag of just the right size to nestle between Rose's rosy lips, hand and ankle cuffs crafted so that they can be worn for days at a time, a tail plug of sleek silver fox fur... even a set of increasingly large sounding rods. He turns as she asks for his approval, looking over both the outfit and the girl who would wear it with appreciation. Yes, yes, very nice. Oh yes, he could definitely see her in that cute little bunny tail and trashy boots, parading about for his pleasure or bent over a table for the same. He might even have to buy her some cheap make-up to complete the 'worthless whore' ensemble. Turn around and hold still. Waiting for Rose to comply Vek pulls an item off the nearby wrack and pulls it from the box, a studded leather shock collar in a fetching scarlet tone with an iron ring at the back for attaching leashes. Brushing silken locks aside he fastens it round her neck, adjusting the strap until the soft leather squeezes the slave's flesh just tightly enough to serve as a constant reminder whom her owner is. Yes, I like this as well... I think I'll even have it inscribed for you. But, I wonder, does it work? A cruel smile flits across the dragon's face as he retrieves the remote as well from the box, flicking the dial to the lowest, no, second lowest setting. What do you think? Should I test it out? Should I give you a little taste of punishment so you know what awaits if you disobey me? Vek asks, although the answer is purely rhetorical. If she says yes, then why deny her? If she says no, well, he can't very well let her say no to her master and go unpunished, can he? Either way he'll press the button and send a slight but painful and perhaps exciting jolt racing through Rose's body.
Thread: Advertising Lust

she beamed at him, pleased that he was happy with her decision and looked in at the basket he was carrying, startled by some of the things he had gathered before grinning wickedly as she licked her lips, eager to give some of those naughty toys a try. she looked a little confused by the Shock collar, but leaned her head out of the way so that he could put it on her, putting her hands behind her back, clearly thinking he wanted to tie her hands behind her back as well. she was looking as eager to have herself bound and helpless as she did to try some of those naughtier toys in his basket. she stared at him for a long moment after his question, her eyes thoughtful as she considered her options and then flashed him a sly smirk. wouldn't it be better to wait until i have done something wrong to punish me? she asked, effectively telling him no, which was punishable. everyone won, she got punished for a reason and he got to punish her. she gasped loudly as the electricity coursed through her and she arched, moaning loudly as she shuddered. her mouth opened and closed several times, trying to speak, but couldn't until he let up on the shocks, panting hard as she staggered, leaning against him for a moment. the shocks weren't dangerous, but they where painful, and god she loved it... but she couldn't let him know that or he wouldn't use them for a punishment. he'd find something else to use on her, something she might not like, not that there was much that she didn't like but she bet he could find something if he tried hard enough. s...s..sorry m..master. she managed to stutter, trembling against him, nuzzling him, begging with her body for forgiveness.
Thread: Advertising Lust

The thought of binding her arms as well had occurred, a pair of fine gloves linked and bound by silver chains catching the dragon's eye, in the same color as Rose's new collar no less, but they wouldn't want to take this too far. Not in middle of the store. Take this too far and he might not be able to restrain himself from going the rest of the way, here and now. Vek's strong hands grab her as she falls against him for support, feeling the trembling shivers running through her dainty frame and savoring the girl's pleading for mercy with the joy of a sadist long denied a victim... Much less a victim as sweet and durable as the one he held in his arms even now. He stops the shocks after only a second, letting the torture go on just long enough that she'll know what awaits her if she displeases him. To reinforce how completely at his mercy she really is. Mmm... No, you did good. That was a very good answer. It's just I can't let you say 'no' to me, not without punishing you, even if it is the right answer. Vek says, softly stroking his slave's hair as she recovers in his arms. Of course, if you give me a wrong answer I'll have to punish you for that too. That was how it was to be. His rules existed not for logic or reason's sake, they existed so that Vekril could punish his slave when she invariable broke them. When she's regained enough composure to walk he'll lead her to the counter, taking those long velvet gloves he saw before as well. The green-haired scene chick at the counter barely gives them an amused eyebrow raise after their indecent antics, muttering a rote greeting and shoving their purchases into a bag without comment. No doubt she's seen worse. Next they're back on the street, Vek hailing down a taxi. 26 Crystal Lake. He tells the driver, before leaning close in close to his slave and whispering something decidedly less into her ear. It's about a fifteen minute drive.. Let's see what you can do in fifteen minutes. Without letting the driver notice.
Thread: Advertising Lust

she panted a little as she watched him, blinking at him, swallowing thickly, trembling in his arms. the Shock was intense, and it had made her legs shaky and so wet, so very wet. she'd been so long denied a sadistic master, it felt so very good to have someone abusing her again, someone who could meet every need. she giggled a little as she nuzzled him, letting him explain to her that she'd answered correctly, she'd known she had. in other words. she purred, looking masochistically pleased. no matter what i do, right or wrong, i'm going to get punished? she mused smirking at him licking her lips as she kissed his chest gently, gaining her strength back as he carefully steadied her. thank you Master. she purred softly, happily, so very pleased. she even offered a smile to the Cashier, as if apologizing for her bad manners in the shop. she smiled as she settled into the car, wondering what sort of thing he would make her do next, she didn't have to wait long to find out, because he was whispering in her ear and she hesitated, thinking of what she could do without the driver noticing before smiling as she glanced at the man and then snuggled tight into his side, tucking herself tight into him. oh i had such a wonderful time today. she murmured, giving an excuse as to why she was snuggling into him, even as her hand slipped down into his pants. since they where sitting behind the driver, he would see nothing. as long as her master was silent, the man driving would never know. her fingers wrapped around his prick, the skin so smooth and soft, gently working the head around with soft fingertips, teasing the slit before sliding up and down the shaft, working the meat into hardness as she kissed his neck and gently nibbled on him, pressing her crotch on his leg, pressing tight, letting him feel just how hot, how WET she was as her hand reached the base of his cock and slipped even lower, teasing his balls carefully as she gently pulled him down for a kiss, her lips showing him exactly what they could do to a cock with his mouth, her hand dancing along ball, and cock in a delicate dance that proved she was a succubus, or at least very well trained.
Thread: Advertising Lust

This. This was the life. A beautiful, sensuous women at his beck and call, bending at his whim. Feeling her fingers slipping down into his jeans and wrapping around the half-erect warmth of his cock, teasing along every inch of the prodigious endowment, drawing the foreskin back and forth, making him twitch and grow beneath her gentle touches until he had risen to full glory, sleek purple head slipping out from it's sheath in readiness as she grinds up against him. The cab driver was oblivious still to all this, this private little slice of heaven. If all he had to do was sell this, this feeling of power and glamour, standing atop the world with a gorgeous, scantily clad slave-girl lounging between his legs, well, this looked to be the easiest job Vek had even had. That might even make a good advertisement, something a cheesy and retro in the style of an old movie poster. But business can wait. Pleasure comes first. He leans down for the kiss eagerly, grasping a fistful of hair in hand and pulling her head back, angling those soft, enticing lips to where he wants them. Vek is far from romantic. He does not waste time with idle foreplay or whispers of vapid sweetnesses. He takes what he wants, takes her lips in his, guides her through the motions with gentle but unyielding command. The kiss is the rich taste of fire and woodsmoke in her mouth, the softness of lips and tongues exploring one another undercut with the hardness of his teeth nipping and nibbling at her delectable flesh. It's also the best Vek's had in a very long time. When they finally part a slight sigh escapes him despite the dragon's best attempts to restrain it, the wetness of her cunt pressed up against him and her hands fondling his testicles proving a little too much to bear in complete silence. Moving his mouth to her ear he gives it a little bite, before whispering his next command. Well? What are you waiting for? Suck . size