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Thread: Code/Bitch Breaking

Kaylie had learned that all sorts of things were different about Shangrila from the world she'd been used to since she came here. Just about the least of which was video games. Now, they were drastically different, and she was a gamer girl, besides a wannabe punkrocker chick, so this mattered. It's just that Shang was bizarre in general. But today, she was appreciating something. Where she'd come from, games had been on the console, or computer, and they'd been done through buttons. Shangrila had amazing VR technology that had come from some where, or perhaps just been dreamed up into the World of Dreams. But it was, and it was potent. It worked like a charm, perfectly functional, and there were people who went into it and forgot all about the already fantasy world they lived within in favor of a more controlled one. That bored her, but she did game on occasion, and nothing was quite so intense or immersion as it. Today, she was putting a new game in, as she took her headset and little wires out, hooking up to immerse all her senses entirely in the game. It was a special treat- she'd been waiting on this one a while, and with the strange way Shangrila games seemed to mix genres and titles of ones back from the other worlds, she wasn't positive what to call it, except that it was magic, and fantasy, and scifi, and just about a little bit of everything that'd give her an adrenaline rush as she logged in and chose an avatar from an older comparable game. A few minutes later, she'd be opening her eyes in the game world in the body of a pistol and knife toting elven sorceress that she'd pimped out on other games. It felt like some stupid version of World of Warcraft, Elder Scrolls, and every space shooter all thrown together, but that's what Shang had. And it was advanced, graphically flawless, and had amazing action and play. Besides. It let her actually live as a curvy, somewhat underdressed elven mistress of magic and a little light action, flipping her long golden hair and taking a look to see where the new game she'd moved her older character into was going to start her.
Thread: Thread Page Limit?

I've never ran into this problem before but it's something that has made me ask Is there a limit on the page count in any given thread? I have this role-play that is thirty three pages or so long and it says I'm the most recent poster but when you click on the link to go to the most recent post it takes you to page one and when you manually go to the last page my post isn't there. First time it posted the reply twice so I deleted one and now it's doing this. Edit I had to post it two seperate times but now it's showing up. That has never happened to me before..
Thread: Thread Page Limit?

It's actually probably the glitch that your post was at the end of the thread page over anything else. Occasionally, and it's random, when you are the last one to post on a page andor the first one to post on a page, there can be a hiccup. Eventually it resolves itself with the next person's post. It's random though, but your post is there.
Thread: A Matter of Size (Elvish and LemonSpark)

The sun was just about set, washing the fields with pastel light that stained all it touched orange-brown as Dwayne trudgingly hauled his way along the final stretch of un-tilled soil, dragging the heavy iron plow behind him like some base beast of burden. Which he may well have been, for all that this foreign and hostile land thought of him. Dwayne was half-giant, two heads taller than even the best-built males of pure human lineage, the same mixed blood that made him so well suited for brute labor marking him as impure, inhuman and therefor good for nothing else in the eyes of his purebred masters. Day in and day out he worked without cease, till lean muscle decked his towering, surprisingly gaunt frame and sweat clung to every pore of his tanned skin. An uneven mane of sand colored hair drawn back into a ponytail hung down to his bare and well-defined chest, but nery a single hair graced chin or lip, for despite his prodigious size Dwayne was still quite young, his twenty-second birthday only a few days past and the prime of his virility still well underway. His foot finally striking solid earth instead of muddied soil, he let himself pause a moment to muster his strength, unhooking the plow's harness from around his broad shoulders before taking hold of the chains and pulling the heavy metal contraption out of the muck onto solid ground with one final, concerted effort. There. Done. At long last, done. The plot of farming ground stretched nearly fifty acres in all directions, a fair stretch by any measure but made far worse by the lack of assistance. Dwayne alone had been sadled with the unpleasant task of weeding, plowing, tending to this field and it's products for the last year, backbreaking work to do alone even for someone as strong as he. Only now that the crops had been harvested and the ground broken for the next planting would he see any rest, a brief period of lighter work while the seeds were laid before he was once more set to harsher tasks. Assuming of course the masters didn't think of anything for him to do in the interim. There was always that unpleasant possibility. Letting out a deep and tired yawn, Dwayne collapsed onto the ground, wiping the sweat from the brow as he glanced over at the falling sun upon the horizon. He could likely head to his quarters now without fear of some busybody catching him along the way and setting new work for him, perhaps even catch some semblance of much needed rest, but Dwayne knew that if he hung around a little longer there was the chance that she might bring him his supper... And that was certainly worth risking a little sleep over. She was the sole redeeming feature of this place, a bright star in otherwise clouded skies that rarely failed to leave him without a smile upon his face. It was silly of him he knew, but Dwayne sometimes wondered if she liked him back, despite the fact that he'd never spoken more than a few words of thanks to her and didn't even know her name. If nothing else, the impossible fantasy of holding her in his arms was better than the grim reality of this place.
Thread: A Matter of Size (Elvish and LemonSpark)

The half-giant's face breaks into a smile as he hears her voice singing out behind him, turning round to grin down at the petite neko-girl. Dwayne. I'm Dwayne. And, er, and what's yours? Your name I mean? He asks, words tumbling out in an eager rush as he finally gives voice to the question he's wanted to ask her for months now..... Not that this changes anything of course. Just because she asked his name doesn't mean she has any interest in him or he has any chance with her, Dwayne has to remind himself, consciously cutting short pleasant but hopeless line of thought before he gets carried away. Taking the food gratefully, the half-giant eats with gusto, devouring the bread and cheaze within moments and gulping down half the water just as quickly, splashing the rest onto his face to stave off the burning heat. It's not nearly enough to fill his stomach but it's something to keep him going until tomorrow, much as ever. Oh, uh, and thank you for the food. Dwayne adds suddenly, only just remembering his manners.
Thread: A Matter of Size (Elvish and LemonSpark)

Serenity smiled at him as he ate with gusto. She turned for a second, allowing him to finish his food. She should have known that the things she brought wouldn't have been enough but she wasn't thinking. As she walked the sky turned into a rainbow of colors, she move to undo the braid and bun allowing her slight wavy hair to cascaded down,framing her heart shaped face. As she turned to face him and answers, a light breeze blew by them. Serenity lifted a hand to move a piece of hair behind her ears. Serenity. My name is Serenity she said, sweetly. As she heard his 'thank you' she gave a small giggle. It had been no problem for her to bring out the meal. It became something of a habit. She made it so that if she ever saw him working out in the field before leaving to go clean up and sleep, she would bring him dinner, knowing the half-gi...Dwayne wouldn't have eaten. Its no problem at all. I'm terribly sorry if I didn't bring enough for you she said, apologizing for her stupidity. Her ears pinned back as her tail drooped and curled around her leg to show her sadness.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Damon looked up into Ivy's eyes. He hadn't missed the political significance of the scene he'd just witnessed. He knew Ivy was terrified of Madlyn, and how much of an effort it had been for her to stand up to the stronger woman - even if she was still shaking, these five minutes later. He'd also registered the way Ivy had seemed relieved to see Georgina Hollister in the vicinity. Even in the short time he'd been ojn the periphery of the society, he'd worked out the pecking order. And he knew that even Madlyn and her cronies would hesitate to offend the grand dame of the society! He wondered if Ivy would have been able to stand up to Madlyn without Georgina's implied support, and decided not. Well, Mistress, he said at last. I appreciate you giving me this choice, and either alternative would do. But you did ask me to choose. Fact is - in the army, I spent a lot of time alone. And what I dreamed about was - well, to live with someone. Like, not necessarily a girlfriend or a wife. Just - just someone. Another guy, sharing an apartment, maybe, just someone to talk to, you know? But even when I got out of the forces, things didn't work out that way. Shared an apartment with a guy, turned out he was a drug dealer, and the cops raided every other night. Then I lived alone in a flophouse for a while, just needed to get myself together. I... he looked down at the ground. I have nightmares sometimes, and they might disturb some people. So I had to stay alone for a while. He looked even harder into her eyes. So it's only fair to tell you, Mistress, I do sometimes cry out in my sleep. But if you can put up with that - I'd prefer to move into your condo. And amyway, the other submissive say that it's easier to build up a good rapport with your mistress and learn from her, if you live together. Not to mention that if that Chaucer bitch or any of her cronies come around to try to intimidate you - I'll be there. he thought privately. Urm, Mistress, I guess now might be the time, he continued. To tell me exactly what you expect of me... any special requirements. This was the one part of his new duties about which he felt some delicacy. Madlyn's information - that his new mistress sometimes had difficulties with her bladder control - had not been new to him. Many of the other slaves had mentioned it. The problem was, how could one put it delicately? Maybe he should just deliberately arrange things so that she was never far from a bathroom, without embarrassing her by mentioning it? Or would she know he was avoiding the subject, and be even more humiliated. He guessed this question was the most diplomatic way he could have put it. I mean... I'm told every Mistress does things a different way. And I want to please you, you see...
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Ivy rubbed her hands softly against the plush material covering the arms of the chair she was seated in. If she had to look at her hands shake a moment longer shed have gone insane. Walking out of the restroom and taking on Madlyn like that had taken everything inside of her and all of the bravado had been false. But she couldnt think about that right now, she had to focus on Damon and Damon alone and she had to figure out how she was going to be a proper Mistress to him, he deserved as much since hed chosen her. Given what he must have heard about her throughout the club it still shocked her to no end that he had chosen her. When he looked up into her eyes Ivy smiled down at him, and slid one hand from the arm of the chair down to his head, stroking gently through his hair. It was nice she thought to have someone who wanted her for any reason. She listened carefully as he described wanting to live with someone since hed spent so much time alone in the army, and Ivy could understand that if her mother hadnt turned her second bedroom into submissive quarters she probably would have taken on a roommate or something just to have someone to share her space with. Ivy felt something inside her chest flip when he said that he sometimes cried out in his sleep, and she imagined any man that had been to war and seen the death and destruction might cry out in their sleep and it made her want him in her homes, so that she might comfort him in those times. I can more than handle that Damon, so its settled you will be living with me. Now if only she could hustle him from The Society and take him home, a show was just starting across the room. One of the more senior members was decking a tiny sprite of a woman out in ropes, but this would give them a bit more privacy since people would be gravitating towards the shows. She snapped back to attention when he asked if he had any special requirements. Well Damon, she said softly. Aside from what youve willingly submitted to by belonging to me sexual submission, living in my home, following my orders. I expect your silence on certain matters a soft sigh slid from her lips, her fingers dropped from his head to his shoulder. Im sure Madlyn told you of my problem, and I know she told you what most of the people here call me or think of me. But you belong to me now and no matter what you see me say, or do in the time were together I expect you to keep it to yourself. No talking to the other slaves about it, because well if there was anything this club runs on gossip is at the top of the list. The words she left unspoken was that she wished him to remain silent on just how dominant she wasnt because he was bound to see it and very soon. Ivy didnt expect him to talk but she couldnt take the chance of NOT putting that rule into effect.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

while Ivy was waiting, Domme Angelina Kelly - accompanied by Flowerdew, who had delivered her message - came up to Ivy. Domme Ivy, might I have a word, she asked. Flowerdew has told me of her... her lapse in correct behavior, in failing to show you proper respect. Her shame is my shame. My I offer my sincere and heartfelt apologies, and please rest assured she will receive due and proper chastisement for her unpardonable behavior. And may I congratulate on your training of your slave - I am told the way he handled the affair was both graceful and efficient. She turned on her six-inch heels, and strode off, trusting correctly that Flowerdew would follow her. A few minutes later, Damon emerged, dressed in a silk shirt and jeans, just in time to bow to Domme Kelly, as club etiquette required. I'm sorry if I took too long, Mistress, he said. There's a lot of Mistresses and their slaves leaving, and I had to queue for a turn in the changing rooms. He walked behind Ivy, and tugged at the hem of her corset, which had ridden up, exposing a gap between itself and the waistband of her skirt. May I madam? There, all fixed. He came and stood before her, his hands clasped respectfully in front of him. My pardon for asking, Ma'am, but may I know your preference? Some Mistresses prefer their slaves to stand while waiting for instruction, and some like them to kneel. Naturally, I will adopt whatever posture you order. He smiled. Anyway, Mistress, I took the liberty of informing Mister Fortright that we would be leaving, I trust that meets with your plans. May I have the keys to the car, Mistress?
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Ivy stepped aside with Domme Kelly for a moment, listening to her words. While Domme Kelly was never one of the Domme's that made Ivy's life within the society a living hell she was still a little taken aback that the woman had come to her to apologize for her submissives behavior. She didn't think that any of them cared enough to see to it that she was treated with the proper respect by their submissives. Thank you Domme Angelina she said with an nod of her head to the other woman. She watched the other woman walk away with Flowerdew following behind her, her head hung low and eyes cast to the floor. It seemed the girl had realized her mistake, Ivy might not be respected amongst the Domme's but, even if it were by default the submissives had to respect her. When Damon returned her eyes fell over his body, even clothed he was quite the specimen she wanted to run her fingers over the silk of his shirt and feel his hardness beneath the soft material... a delightful contrast. But there was time for that later. She watched as he bowed to the other Domme. You're just fine Damon, it's to be expected with everyone in a hurry to get their new pets home. Ivy was unsure of what he was doing as he walked behind her, but then his hands came down to adjust her corset and her breath caught in her throat. She could feel the strength in him as he adjusted the tight corset and admittedly it turned her on. You may stand Damon but an imagine came to her head but with your hands clasped behind your back unless I tell you otherwise. Him informing Mr. Fortright of their departure worked just fine for her as she was ready to get out of here. But don't worry about that right now she said as she placed the keys to her car in his hand. I'm ready to leave she said softly as she guided him through the foyer, she felt as though everyone was watching her, assessing her ability to be a Domme and it had only been the first night. She ushered him out into the cool night air and once outside she took in a deep breath and let it out with a sigh of relief. She led him to her car and waited as he unlocked the car and opened her door for her, once she was settled in the passenger seat with him behind the wheel she said softly Let's go home Damon.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

If the truth must be told Ivy had always hated car rides, there were so many variables that could prolong the time spent in the car. Tonight was proving that point quite perfectly, the fifteen minute detour she could handle, that made the care ride forty five minutes and shed used the washroom before she left the society. But then a tire had picked up a piece of glass and gone flat, this added even more time and by then Ivy could feel the need to use the restroom build. Shed crossed her legs and hoped for the best. Luckily Damon was apt at changing the tire so she wasnt waiting too long but when someone had a weak bladder like she had any wait could mean the difference between wetting herself and making it to the rest room. After the tire incident Ivy had begun to think that she would make it, they were almost home and she wouldnt embarrass herself in front of her new submissive. It was the last thing she wanted to do, but those hopes and dreams were crush when they came across the accident. She crossed her legs and slide down in the seat a little, squirming slowly against the rich leather. She clenched her eyes closed tight for a moment before opening them and staring straight ahead. She even tried to control her breathing. Breathe in Breathe out Breathe in Breathe out. But after a while on the breath out shed feel a little twinge between her legs and she knew she was dangerously close to losing control. Turn on Flower, and drive faster Damon. Ivy could feel a bit of wetness leaking from between her thighs and she clenched her inner muscles. They were only five minutes from home, but as each minute dragged by her body leaked a little more, her panties were soaked and when they finally pulled into her parking spot in the garage she dashed out of the car. There was a small puddle in the seat beneath her and the entire back of her skirt was soaked. It was humiliating she didnt want him to see her this way. But as she stood outside the car gathering her things she could feel the warmth of her urine sliding down her thighs. It was a slow trickle she knew that things could get a lot worse. Damon had the keys and she directed him to the elevator, she punched he button for the 14th floor. Crossing her legs and fingers and praying that she made it to the bathroom to relieve herself properly.
Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

Having heard talk from the other submissives and their mistresses, and seeing how quickly Ivy had needed to scurry to the bathroom back at the society made Damon perfectly aware of what was happening to Ivy. Her constant crossing and re-crossing of her legs, her loud breathing, her look of consternation, made things clear enough. Pretending not to know the reason why, he jammed his foot on the accelerator of the car, cut in between two vehicles who's drivers both hooted and gave him the unmistakeable sign of the finger and skidded into Flower Street, the tail of the car threatening to break away, so fast did he corner. He managed to bring the car under control, but was aware the g-forces involved were not helping his mistress' cause any! By running two red lights, and exceeding the speed limit by 10mph, which was as fast as he could on such a crowded street, he managed to cut the rest of the drive down to five minutes or so. He skidded the car to a halt, risking a look across the seat. All looked fine at the top of her thighs when she was seated, but as she got out, maintaining as much unhurried dignity as she could, he saw a distinctive wet patch on the seat, and that there was a huge stain of wetness across the back of her skirt. He went around the car, on the way to the elevator, and deliberately pretended not to be able to find it, giving him an excuse not to look at her, doing his best to spare her what embarrassment he could. The elevator seemed to take forever, and Damon was forced to exclaim in delight as he pretended to admire the wood paneling of the elevator. At one point, the car came to a halt and the doors began to open, and he quickly shot out his finger onto the button and forced them closed again, then the up button. He clasped his hand to his mouth. Oops, sorry. Meant to hold the doors open - pushed the wrong one, he said. During this action his peripheral vision had caught sight of Mistress' legs, and he could see small but highly visible trails of urine running down them, but thankfully they were just slight enough that he could, with some credibility, pretend not to notice. When they reached Floor 14, he hurried to her door, turned the key and flung the door open all in one swift movement. He stood back, noting that she had dropped all pretense and was sprinting for what he assumed was the bathroom. Blandly, he began mixing them both drinks, taking the materials from an ornate cocktail cabinet that stood in one corner. He decided not to mention the incident, unless she did. However, a certain emotion was stirring in him. Somehow, this weakness of hers, along with her obvious shyness and vulnerability - he had to admit it. After knowing so many bad-assed, confident women in his life... this made a refreshing change. He felt protective of her, as if he wanted to cherish her, even more so than he had when he'd made his decision to choose her. In fact... her little problem was turning him on!