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Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

Chelsea screamed and screamed in frustration, flailing about the cage till her anger subsided and exhaustion, hunger, and cramped joints took over, leaving little red ridding hood panting into her muzzle and whimpering softly as she gazed at the delicious smelling food, already growing cold by the time she slowly dipped her head low. Maybe Cristy would have to let her arms loose so she could eat. Chelsea could try to get away then. The feline didn't look that strong. she should be able to push her aside if need be.
Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

Cristy smiled at her new pet, looking at her scram and flail around. She was so lively! She was even more lively than she had been. Though that really wasn't saying to much. When she had finally calmed down, she went over and undid the gag, saying Good girl! Now if only you had been behaving earlier you could eat with your hands like a good pet. But I can't trust you. Unless you of course apologize to your Mistress. And you NEED to finish all your sentences with 'Mistress'. And no babbling on how 'this is wrong' and what not. I only want to hear you submit to me. Any difance will be punished. And if you behave, I'll reward you plenty. in a soft but firm tome as she pet the girl's hair.
Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

Chelsea's face blushed bright red and she fought to keep a growl from rising in her throat, wincing noticeably as the girl's hand pet her head. Chelsea didn't understand the idea behind Cristy's talk of being a pet. You couldn't own people, she was a human being, not some puppy to be trained. How can you be ok with doing this to someone? she whimpered, ears turning red How can you think you'll get away with this?
Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

She sighed before putting the gag back on. What did I just say? I thought I told you there is no point in thinking like that. You are a pet and I OWN you. You need to understand that. The sooner you understand that, the sooner we can get along. I don't want to be mean to you, but you need to understand that you need to OBEY. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can eat. she said with a tone of paitance in her voice. She than got up, saying I'll come back later, because I need to keep the house tidy for Master. Be good for me, will you?
Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

Chelsea lay, wide-eyed as Cristy left her alone in the room, not believing what had just happened. After a moment of initial shock wore off she flailed about wildly again, kicking and screaming, railing against her bindings and cage again and again before her anger finally burnt itself out, leaving her sore, hungry and exhausted, her shoulders and arms absolutely screaming in pain from being twisted behind her back for so long. She whimpered and cried out, begging with her soft grunts to the empty room, wanting nothing more to be back in her warm bed, or curled up next to her boyfriend, safe and happy. Her boyfriend? What was he thinking right now? What about her parents? Oh god how long had she been gone already? Had anyone noticed her missing? Had they started looking? Infact, where was she anyway? Was she still even in the same town? Same state? She had no idea as to what the house even really looked like. Suddenly with all these new thoughts flooding her mind after her anger subsided she in it's place an overwhelming despair well up inside of her, competing with her ravishing hunger for control while she sat curled up and cramped for her new owner to come back.
Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

After the day was gone, Cristy came back in her room, late and tired from her day working around the house and entertaining people online for money. She came in flopped onto her nice and soft, but small bed. She was about to fall asleep before she heard a stomach growled that wasn't hers. She got uo from her bed and went over to her pet, lifting up the girl's chin to her eyes. Do you promise to behave for mistress? If you behave, I may answer a few questions and let you sleep in my warm bed with me. IF you behave. she said in a tired voice.
Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

Chelsea whimpered softly through her muzzle, eying Cristy weary before nodding her head ever so slightly in agreement, face burning red with embarrassment. She needed to pee, she needed to stretch and she needed something to eat that much for sure, and the only way she was going to get any of that was playing this stupid game.
Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

She took off the muzzle and once again patted her on the head, before undoing the bindings as well. She placed the now cold food in the cage and said Well? What do we say to Mistress? implying that she wanted her to say 'Thank you, Mistress.'
Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

Mistress is a psychopath. Chelsea thought, eyes flickering to the door for a brief moment before frowning as she muttered a thank you before picking lightly at the food. Her hesitation lasted only a moment or two before the starving girl greedily began devouring the plate -- long cold food or not, the poor girl was starving and it wasn't long before the plate was clean and she let out a somewhat happy sigh. T-thank you.... Mistress. Chelsea murmured hesitantly, looking away.
Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

Mistress smiled at her pet, glad she was finally seeing things her way and deciding not to fight her. I', glad you liked it, Pet, though it would have tasted a lot better when fresh. We would now start the day for you, but I'm to tired, so if you have any questions, OTHER than questioning my morals, you may ask. she said with a small smile and a pat o the head for Chelsea.
Thread: A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

Chelsea perked up slightly, although frustrated by the pat on the head. If Cristy was a sound sleeper she could escape while the girl was out of it. The girl smiled to herself, she'd be long gone before the girl ever was the wiser -- although she still had no clue as to what section of the state, or even maybe country she was in anymore, surely she hadn't been out of it for that long. Either way all she had to do was slip out of the house, and get to a police station or something and they'd keep her safe till she could get a ride home! I-I don't have anything to ask. she said quickly, eager to get Cristy to sleep as fast as possible now.
Thread: not craving don't pm me for smut right now. ;/

RE Intense Smut Craving via Messengers Majorly updated
Thread: not craving don't pm me for smut right now. ;/

RE Intense Smut Craving via AIMMSNYIM -updated! 7.March- UPDATED WITH WHAT I AM EXTREMELY CRAVING!!
Thread: Take a look my dears (MxF FxF)

RE Take a look my dears We could try to do Big brother X younger sister if you want
Thread: Take a look my dears (MxF FxF)

Interested in a harem RP? If so, check out my coordination thread in the group RPs section, or PM me, okay? I'd love to have you!
Thread: Take a look my dears (MxF FxF)

I have a craving right now But be warned, I'm having to get my boyfriend to type things for me when he visits me, so replies will be at least once every two days, possibly more This will not be permanent So, I was kind of hoping for something based around unwanted attention Like, your character saves my girl from a pretty bad situation, and she becomes fixated on you, and you keep on pushing her away and being really horrible but she keeps on coming back and you finally realise that you could use this to your advantage... This would be mainly story orientated More character images all aged between 17 and 25 1. 2. Images from here onwards are NSFW 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.
Thread: Take a look my dears (MxF FxF)

Bump I'm really wanting to do the obsession one
Thread: Take a look my dears (MxF FxF)

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Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

Malachi Jefferson watched his prodigy with all the pride her papa could muster. He'd watched her ride ahead, putting the sun to her back, as he'd taught her, with his trusty Winchester at the ready. Stella wanted to bring the man in and their agreement with the farmer was that they bring him back alive. Buck, the 8 year old sorrel, the only horse Stella had ever known him to ride plodded easily forward. Mal watched as their quarry reached for his own weapon and shook his head at the man's poor decision as he caught a glint of silver flash from Stella's hip followed by the gout of flames as they erupted from the pistols muzzles and a moment later he heard the report from the weapons and Tom Bleene found himself minus an elbow and a kneecap. Bleene had never actually been a threat to his little girl, but now that he was in the dirt and unarmed, Malachi allowed himself a breath and tapped Buck's flanks, causing the horse to close the distance. Get away you little bitch! Tom yelled at her through the pain. Mal was close enough and he flipped his rifle in his hand, catching the barrel and swinging the but end like a polo mallet at Bleene's jaw. He smiled at the satisfying crunch it made on contact and the spray of blood and teeth which burst from his mouth. It wouldn't kill him after all. A touch of respect for my girl, dog. Or I'll have her whip you again. His voice was level and hard, but Mal managed a wink in Stella's direction. He pulled the lasso from the opposite side of his saddle and easily caught one of Bleene's ankles. A couple quick turns over his saddle horn and a half a step forward from Buck, and Tom Bleene was in tow. Satisfied he wasn't going anywhere he slid his carbine into it's sheath. Beautiful shots my sweet one. Mal complimented his beauty, And what a beauty she'd grown into. He guided Buck alongside Watson, picked up his reigns and offered them to his little girl. Careful down there Mr. Bleene, Malachi offered as almost an afterthought. These horses have a tendency not to look closely at where they plant their hooves. Wouldn't want to see you trampled, now would we? You're already having a pretty bad day. All Tom Bleene had to offer was a garbled grunt filled with blood and pain from his broken mouth. You did everything right sweetheart! The pride was evident in his voice. He couldn't get a bead on you 'cause you put the sun at your back I could see him squinting for that second right before you plugged him. Mal tapped Buck's flank and the horse began to walk off. Probably best not to trot back to Mr. Perrins I suppose. I don't know how much more your prisoner could take.
Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

Stella took a sharp breath when she felt his take her by the waist. His large fingers were so strong that a slight squeeze would cause her to expel that very breath. Stella's cheeks became rosey as he held her there for that moment longer. Her eyes staring up into his baby blues. Something she had grown so used to. No woman had been so privileged before, or thought of as an equal, but her papa was a fair man, and gave her such respect. She did earn it well though. This moment with them so close was rather intimate, and had it been another pair, perhaps a kiss would have been produces. Stella never truly thought of Malachi in such a manner. Sure she was curious about men, and the pleasures of the flesh, but her knowledge was so little on the subject that she had little boundaries with Malachi. It was never improper or immoral if he had seen her in her nightgown or bloomers, or if she saw him in his drawers. She still much a child in that regard. His little peach. Ripe and juicey, perfect for picking, and sinking into, then lapping up all of its sweetness. Instead, she smiled up at him, Alright then! With one final hug, Stella broke free, and spun about to face Watson. She stoked his nose, whispering a little prayer to him for a safe journey. She dragged her flat hand across his neck, and along his shoulder to her saddle. Pulling herself up, she settled herself nicely, taking the reins in her hands. Nice and slow for our passenger, or should we hurry this up papa?
Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

Malachi gave Buck a touch of his spurs and the horse broke into a canter. The sooner we get this piece of filth back to Mr. Perrins, the sooner we can get paid, have a meal and get a good night's sleep. Mal looked backed over his shoulder as Stella quickly caught up with him. The ride back took over an hour and by the time they approached the ranchhouse the sun had already set well beneath the horizon. Waiting on the porch as they approached stood Mr. and Mrs. Perrins'. The look of concern was evident on her face as Mal approached with their prisoner strapped to his horse. Mr. Perrins' on the other hand looked well pleased. Mal tipped his hat to Mrs. Perrins with a soft ma'am and turned his attention to the Southern gentleman turned rancher. Sir, where would you like me to deposit our catch? Mr. Perrins looked at Sure Shot and Mal and nodded happily. My men will take your horses and your cargo. He waved a hand and a couple of ranch hands appeared to lead their horses away. Come inside, get yourselves cleaned up and we'll get you both a decent meal. Mrs. Perrins seemed to reemerge from her stupor. Yes, indeed. Where are my manners? Please, come in at once. She shooed her hands towards them, beckoning them to follow her inside. The ranch house was spacious and open and Mrs. Perrins led them down a short hallway and opened the door to a large bedroom. You two are our guests. We can't thank you both enough for what you've done...for our boy. They saw the tears begin to rise in her eyes and she quickly turned away, adding quickly. There's fresh water in the pitcher and towels on the table there. If there's anything else you need, she was nearly out the door. Please don't hesitate to ask. With that, she was gone. Mal looked around as he pulled off his hat and duster and hung them from a peg board on the wall. This is really nice, huh Stell? It was the nicest room he could remember ever staying in. He unbuttoned his shirt revealing his broad and well muscled chest and he reached up to untie his bandana. Why don't you wash up first sweetheart? He offered as the knot came loose from around his neck and he found a chair to sit on to pull off his boots. I reckon I'm far dustier then you are, so you get started and I'll replenish the water. He filled the basin for her and then stepped back to pull off his boots.
Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

He agreed with Stella's statement, perhaps this was as dressed up as he could manage. But he didn't mind the teasing because he knew there was no malice behind her words and he finished dressing. Silently he nodded at the idea of putting down their guns and settling down on a piece of land of their own. But there would always be another bounty, always another job and Mal wondered as well if he had it in him to stay in one place for long. Perhaps. For the right woman, the thought slipped though his mind as he pulled his jacket on. Stella stepped out from behind the screen and Mal's breath caught in his throat. She was a vision and he smiled warmly as she began to offer her hand which he readily accepted and tucked into his arm. Let's to supper then my dear. He said as they made their way out of the room and down the hall to the dining room. The doors swung open and they were received by the entire Perrins family already seated and awaiting their arrival. As soon as they stepped in, all of the men rose and stood. Mal nodded lightly and noticed Mr. Perrins sat at the head of the table with his wife to his right and his eldest son to his left. The seat to the right of his son was vacant as was the seat at the other end of the table. Malachi escorted his fair Stella to the seat beside the younger Perrins, and the gentleman took the initiative to pull out her chair before Mal had the chance. He watched her slip into the seat and made his way to the far end and took his seat. The servants brought the wine and Mr. Perrins rose to toast Mal Sure Shot for the great service they'd done for his kith and kin. All drank to the toast and as soon as Mr. Perrins took his seat, the first course was served, a hearty soup full of vegetables, chunks of beef and barley. Mal enjoyed every bite as he savored the meal, and looked up as Mr. Perrin's asked him a question. So how long have you been doing this sort of thing Mr. Jefferson? He did the math in his head. Well, since about '68, so going on twenty years now. His eyes grew distant for a moment. You know how things were... after it ended. Not much work for a man who wore the grey, so I sort of kept doing what I was good at. He smiled. But I've been lucky along the way to meet some nice folks like you all. Mr. Perrins nodded contemplatively. The war had taken so much from him as well, but he'd been able to rebuild in the west. Brandon, the Perrins' eldest son leaned in to Stella. And you Miss Stella? How long have you been doing this sort of thing?
Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

Mister Malachi Jefferson. That was his proper name, wasn't it? Stella was so used to calling him Malachi, or rather papa... It was never uncommon for her to be called Miss Jefferson on the occasion they had spent a night in a hotel, but recently it was becoming common that inn keepers would call her Mrs Jefferson, rather than miss. But in every situation, it was almost instantly remedied. Surely the eldest Perrin did not want to assume the same fate when he asked his question, so Stella sought to bring him piece of mind, as well as the rest of his families. Stella had been sipping on her wine when he had asked her his question. She may have gotten used to the taste of whiskey on cold, hard nights, or evenings of celebration with Malachi and their other cowboy brethren, but still the alcohol warmed her, and brought that beloved rosey colour to her cheeks. Her bottom lip pressed to the glass as she tilted it away from her mouth, brushing against it lightly for a moment to pick up any residue of wine. She was not one to waste a drop. Placing it down gently on the table, her finger tips ran about it gently. My position surely is a most curious one, She begun, looking back to Brandon, her fingers trailing down to its stem where they finally rested. I was taken into the guidance by Mr. Jefferson at the age of 12 when my parents had both been murdered by bandits. My affinity for guns and arresting those criminals started when I was 14, so it has been three years. It isn't as much time as my partners, but having such a skill full instructor makes for fast learning, She gave him one of her sweet-as-lemon-meringue-pie smiles, before bringing her glass back to her silky lips for another sip. Surely a woman as experienced as she was in the field of krooks was far too exciting for him, a lad who never ventured off the farm. After a small sip, she posed him with a question, Now, what about your field of work? I would quite like to know, Before she could manage to give him another smile, Mrs Perrins could not help but interject. You dear child! To have lost your parents at twelve, certainly this was a hardship! And a burdence on Mr. Jefferson! Stella gave a small smile, knowing this would have come up, Yes, the loss of my parents is a grievance that I will always carry, but out of it I found the generosity and kindness. My father was a doctor you see,--- Once again, Mrs Perrins interjected, A child of status as well? My dear girl, have you been received into society? Stella gave a small shake of her head, No, ma'am, I have not. A great smile spread across her face, and that of her 15 year old daughter, Then, as thanks for your efforts, we shall hold a ball. And you may announce yourself into society! Stella was torn. She was being offered a chance to meet a rich rancher or someone of status to have that life she dreamed of, or to continue on the dusty trail she had grown so accustomed to. Putting on one of her most cheerful smiles, she nodded in accordance, I would be most greatful, but I do not know how much time we will have here in Bedrock, She looked to Malachi with a smaller smile.
Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

Malachi listened as the conversation unfolded on the other end of the table and noted Brandon's obvious interest in Stella. A blind man could have seen it just as plainly as Mal's ice blue eyes did. He took another spoonful of his soup as the youngest boy asked Mal about the Colt .45's he wore on his hips and how many 'bad men' had he killed. Less then some. More then most. It was all the gunslinger offered as an answer, trying to pay attention to the adults conversation. He heard Mrs. Perrins exclaim the burden Stella must have been to him. To the contrary, maam. He was only just able to interject. He meant to continue, but Mrs. Perrins hadn't seemed to have heard him, paying closer attention to Stella and her story. And then suddenly there was talk of a ball and announcing Stella into society. His head didn't move, but his eyes missed nothing. Mrs. Perrins was a powerful woman and would not be refused. Mr. Perrins, wanting to show his largess would happily put on the event to further concrete his position in their community. Brandon was obviously thrilled with his mothers proposal as he shot a small glance at Stella, and imagined himself on her arm. Lastly his gaze fell on Stella. He could tell she was conflicted and that was all he needed to know. Malachi took a sip of the fine wine as Stellas eyes met his and the sight of her smaller smile in his direction made up his mind. He would willingly give her anything she wanted. Mal swallowed the wine, although his stomach roiled at the thought of losing her and the wine now tasted of vinegar, but his bright eyes never dimmed. Well stay as long as youll have us Mrs. Perrins. His father had been a wealthy rancher in Texas, so he understood these Southern folks well enough. And it would be a great honor to have Stella presented into polite society. He nodded and smiled at his little Sure Shot, shooting her a little wink as he did. Mrs. Perrins couldn't have been happier with the news and immediately began to speak of putting together the menu, guest list and a hundred other things which needed to be done, and in short order. For his part Mal tried to make peace with the idea of it all.