Thread: Micheal Stratton's Quarters

Name Kyle Lawton Nickname Attire Blue evening gown, matching heels, pendant. Location Michael Stratton's Quarters. Tagging Master Michael. DayTime June 7, 2088 Night. Kyle held her breath as she walked through the door and into her new and true Master's quarters. The moment was absolutely surreal and in some ways she almost felt like she'd be woken up from a dream and thrown back into the nightmare she'd been living before with Brian--the abuse, the terror, the unwanted tears and pain. She's unfortunately been young and naive and rushed into things with Brian, been swept up in his manner as he'd been bold and almost too forward in his ways. But she'd like the attention, had thought it was acceptable until... oh how quickly it had changed after he'd claimed her. And no matter how many times she'd tried to speak to him, he wouldn't listen, calling her a slave who didn't know her place. The hitting, the assaults... so many tears. But she kept silent, through it all she kept silent. And through her silence she eventually took notice of others, those who looked upon her and watched. Some closely, some not so much. Though she always wondered what they were thinking. She remembered the first time she noticed Michael, really noticed him. It had been about a year into the abuse and her thoughts and admiration for him only grew from there. But she was trapped forever with a Master who told her she was unworthy of anything and everything and that no Master save him would ever want her, who told her she couldn't undo what had been started between them so she couldn't leave no matter what she said or tried to do. Besides, she had no idea that Michael had even noticed her back anyway. None. After all, how could the most respectable Dom she'd ever known notice a slave such as her? Yes, Brian had filled her head with such poison. And even now it astounded her that Michael had chosen her, claimed her. Yet, here she was walking into his quarters. His. Looking over at her Master, Kyle smiled. Home. She really was home. She then watched Michael remove his jacket and begin to remove his shirt, her heart starting to beat faster as he did so. He then gestured toward the basket and asked her to choose either from it or his trunk. Yes, it was going to be a long night, but she was ready for that. Ready and wanting. Already she could feel her body responding to his. For so long, she'd cared for him from afar, staying silent and suffering from her rash behavior. She supposed in some ways what happened with Brian was just punishment for having been so impulsive and careless in not taking the time to make sure the connection was truly appropriate. After all, Michael was a worthy man and Master, the best in her eyes, and she felt she did him a great dis-service having made him wait by allowing a bastard such as Brian claim her for so long. She honestly felt lucky, lucky that this man still wanted her despite it all. She wondered if he knew that, truly knew all that she was feeling inside. As Kyle padded over to the basket to peer inside and then over to the trunk, she bit down on her lip. So many things to choose from. She then looked over at Michael, her eyes filled with such love and longing, glistening on the verge of tears of happiness at being accepted by him, of being wanted. Master, I choose the silk bonds and blind fold, she began. She wanted him to know that she was placing all of her trust in him now by making such a choice there. And... she swallowed. The bandcamp and hitachi, she added. Pain and pleasure as was the way. Pain to remind her she was alive, plus she wanted something to cleanse herself of Brian once and for all. And pleasure to remind her that this dream was real.