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Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

That was definitely true. He also may have changed given how the way he looked at the world changed when he was introduced into the bittersweet reality of Minus and Plus. That's true...but I was thinking more along the lines of what sort of career you'd see yourself getting into, you know? Like maybe a doctor or even a mechanic? He too helped prepare the table it was definitel a job for two even if she was the servant in their relationship. His attention was definitely turned when he heard something shatter into small fragments. Oh! He gasps in surprise, rushing over to where she was. I-It's no big deal, you really shoul- Oh my! He noticed the cut and was quick to fawn over her with much concern. Using his sleeve he wipes away the blood, leading her to the faucet. Washing away the crimson he applied some disinfectant before placing a small band-aid. Sheesh. You shouldn't try to pick up glass shards with your bare hands, Rebecca! Equal parts scolding and endearing, Nathan frowns concernedly. Even if you were my slave, I would never want you to get hurt. You are worth more than property to me, you know. The brunette tried to act cool, unaware that his face flushed with embarrassment upon saying such words. It was a bit cliche for the soft-hearted master to act so kindly to a slave, but outside of their sessions at night he found no need to assert his dominance over her. Why would he? Life seemed normal even without having to remind her who was superior in their relationship. But you know, I've been thinking...do you feel I go too far? Be honest with me. Nathan had no words to say otherwise, showing only slight dismay and concern. Now that the two of them were face to face so close to each other... One needed only to lean a few inches to form a kiss...
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

I... Torn between pain and confusion, Rebecca kept her gaze down, studying the cut. It wasn't too deep, luckily, but it will take a while to heal. What does he want from me...? Honesty? I can't be honest, not without letting out all that...resentment I have clung to for years... and I can't possibly fathom what answer he wants to hear... Hesitantly she lifted that amber gaze, light reflecting off the twin pools of color and making the depths ripple, almost as though her eyes are molten pools of that exact same semi-precious stone. For a heartbeat...or possibly longer than that, she studied his features, trying to read the truth hiding within. The moment didn't last long, though, for she realized they were face to face...so close, one only needed to lean a few inches to form a kiss...and so, she turned away with a quick cough. Rebecca found the broom stashed away in the hallway closet, and worked on cleaning up the mess she created. It was a few minutes before she pieced together what to say, but at least she managed to figure out something to say, rather than letting silence reign. I can't see myself in any sort of career. I used to have dreams, when I was younger... I have none now. I wanted to be... so many things when I was a little girl... a surgeon, an astronaut, anything and everything. Her eyes remained on the desk at hand, though her thoughts were a million miles away. I just live from one day to the next, now... I have nothing to really look forward to, besides classes... If anything, I would probably be some sort of... college professor. Calculus, most likely. After all, I'm good with number. All the glass pieces swept up, Rebecca disposed of the trash and went on to finish what she started. Of course she left his last question unanswered...but only because she had no idea what she could say. Normally, she wouldn't avoid the question, and reply in turn... not in this case. The spaghetti cold due to the fiasco, Rebecca picked up their plates and began reheating each one. The microwave whirred to life, the light showing the plate spinning slowly as heat sank into the noodles and sauce.
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

Nathan wanted to thank Rebecca for breaking up the amorous yet awkward glance the two of them shared. It was sort of cliche the way he treated her lovingly instead of letting the Minus know of her place. At times even Nathan wondered if this was just some cheesy comedy live-filmed for the audience. Hearing her answer however, Nathan wanted to take back his question. It seemed like quite a sensitive topic indeed. Ah...is that so? I'd definitely agree you sure helped me with my homework! Hehe! His unease could be plainly read as her master barely glanced over the bubbling resentment that as in her heart. Momentarily surfacing when the question was asked, Nathan was definitely concerned. He tried to hide it, but Rebecca's master was definitely frustrated. Beyond their sessions as master and slave he yearned to tell her of his true feelings. He wanted to love Rebecca and it reflected in the preferential treatment he gave to her. Slowly digging into the meal, Nathan glanced from time to time towards his slave, showing concern for her as usual. Are you...busy with homework? We can delay it if you want. Of course Nathan was not above lying to himself he knew that she could not refuse even when he desired to tie her up yet his words served to convey his supposed concern for her. A part of him loved her as a human and another, a slave. Even he could not decide internally.
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

Awkwardness aside... Rebecca should find it sweet that he was concerned, touched even. At first, she was, until he brought up homework, and how... their little session can be put on hold. The warm, bubbly feeling in her chest freezing over, she tried not to scowl or anything, and shook her head in reply. No, I am not busy with homework. I do not have very much to do... and everything else, I did during study hall. Of course... talking about homework and classes brought to mind questions the girl's pondered over for a long time, yet never brought up. The smile on her lips crumbling around the corners, she let her gaze fall back onto her plate, though she lost her appetite. With disinterest she played with the food, twisting the noodles around the spines of her fork before taking the bite. It had no flavor whatsoever on her tongue. Why is it I am permitted to attend classes? It would be an entirely different matter if I was here, only as a retainer and yet, Im not. Who thought it beneficial for my taking college? Nathans parents, or perhaps him? Rebecca continued on eating, dinner passing by in silence until there was nothing left on either one of their plates. Quietly she gathered their plates, and went to the sink with everything in tow. I will wash the dishes, Master. You go do...whatever you need to. The water came on with a twist of her wrist, washing over the dirty plates, making red streak down the white until it went down the drain. Before she got started, though, Rebecca pulled out the yellow bow and the barrettes she always wears, pulling her hair back in a ponytail. The sponge found, Rebecca attacked the dirty dishes, soap forming bubbles in the water, and sticking to her hands, elbows and forearms.
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

A practiced answer. One that he has heard time and time again. While he gave her the power to choose, in reality she had few options. Only when she was sick he would set aside the bondage. Ah. Thank you, Rebecca. Nathan left a gentle kiss upon her cheek, slowly rising as his heart raced. Excitement and sadistic glee pounded within his heart, reaching over to where he kept bondage equipment. Tonight was going to be a bit special...his lust burned and his manhood hardened upon the thoughts of tonight's session. The moonlit glow revealed the other self of the otherwise gentle and kindly Nathan the master whom reveled in her screams and her distress. When he returned, the living room was barely lit, the reflection of the moonlight filtered through the window. Kneel, Slave. The harshness of his words contrasted his gentle tone. The submissive position was one that he had enforced into her mind, to kneel on her haunches, hands behind her back and her head bowed. Placing coils of rope on the floor, a microphone-shaped vibrator and a ball gag before her, he made certain for his slave Rebecca to see what was to come. You belong only to be slave. I alone. Is this understood? Yet another reinforcement of their lesson. Spread your legs. He hoped he did not need to strike the beautiful skin of her thighs. Grasping the ball gag and the vibrator, he hands to her the red rubber ball, before plugging in the vibrator. Tonight...was going to be a very long nigh for her.
Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

It is going to be a long night. Rebecca can tell by the harsh, firm undertone of his words, which contrasted the gentle tone... not only that, but by the sadistic glee that was dancing in his eyes. Dread and an equally sadistic glee coiling deep within her stomach, making a dangerous concoction there, she did as she was told, and knelt down. Her red hair fell against her cheeks, having escaped from its constraint...however...she was a little relieved for the veil. It was embarrassing...needing this, hating it as she does... it was opposite sides of the coin, the coin that was her life. A red rubber ball gag was given...and without saying a word, she began tying the thing around her head, so that the ball was in place. The order followed next...so, with resentment, hate, and a number of other emotions playing ping-pong inside her chest, her legs spread. Moonlight filtered in through the window, only somewhat banishing the darkness creeping in. Rebecca placed her hands behind her back, keeping her legs spread, even if the submissive position did bring an ache to her thighs...and revealed much that she never, in a million years, would want him to see with his own two eyes. Rebecca's skirt was a short one, for Minus' uniforms had to be more demeaning than those of Plus students... In such a position, everything was exposed, from the soft, creamy skin of her thighs, all the way up to her panties. The slip of fabric was nothing special... and nothing as scandalous as it could be, yet it was enough. Her panties were a thin, transparent white, with just a wisp of lace forming the edges. Her teeth clamping down on the ball, Rebecca screwed her eyes shut...hoping this will be over quicker than expected, yet also hoping...not. Her fingers curled into fists behind her back, while her body began to tremble.
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RE Back again sorry about that....Somewhat normal Rps NSFW I'm not always alone Eve had always thought she was going to be alone. Always thought she would die at her fathers hand. That was Until she met him. He was a few years older then she, And the type she never knew she would learn to fall for but she had. It all happened in one night. It was after one of her fathers drunken rage beatings, and she managed to escape the confines of her home. Running like she never though her worn body was able to carry her. She ran till she reached a bridge. tears blurring her vision, she had enough. And she wanted out of the life she had. But fate was a funny thing, He just so happened to be there as she climbed up upon a ledge. readying to leap to the frigged waters to her death. but he stopped her. And things took off from there. I can see drama, Romance, and lots of fun. I will be playing the girl in picture, and hopefully you play him, unless you can find a equally appealing guy more of the couple
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RE Back again sorry about that....Somewhat normal Rps Let the Madness take you Linzie knew better when her teacher warned her away from him. She should of known he was trouble, just looking at him she should have told her. but she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She craved his touch, and the desires that were promised in his eyes. Just one kiss, and she was hooked. Always wanting more. Even If it drove her mad.
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RE Back again sorry about that....Somewhat normal Rps Good girl, Bad Boy Felicity never known such clubs existed, Never knew he would taint the innocence she was, or now once was. The things she witnessed scared her, yet excited her but there was no way for her to go back.Though did she want to go back. A thought lost on her mind from the first time she saw him in action. Jealousy ate at her. Tugged at her, till she made a bargain. She would be everything he wanted, Catch was she was the only one he was allowed to touch.
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RE Back again sorry about that....Somewhat normal Rps Don't Say your Sorry Haevyn could trust no one, not after being betrayed by the one man she thought would never harm her. Was it really better for her to go on with life, thinking nothing was wrong. Did they think her to be that naive. She may look younger then she was her physical looks to be eighteen but in truths she was a few thousand years old. Born of a Demon father and an angelic mother. Leaving her caught between. It was the Prince of Darkness that ruined everything and he claimed to be sorry. Now cause of him she was trapped on earth her father Being second in command to Lucifer himself. And just cause she sought to meet her mother, after her parents separation, that in its self was causing a war to brew. i know the out line sucks but i hope someone can help work with me on this
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Snap shot OH? 18yr old Emalee just started her first year of college, majoring in photography, and Design She puts forth the effort in everything. Determined that she would be the best Creator known through both sides of arts. But when she meets her Photography teacher she couldn't help be captivated, not only by his work but by his handsome good looks, and never had she been before captivated by a man. She asks him for extra lessons to better critique her work, and she wanted to be his model and him hers.
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Death daughter Drayea wasn't like her father at all, she was more a succubus like her mother, whos weapon of choice happens to be both sex, and a sythe of her own. Until she meet the Demon prince, Her father served his and he wants her to be the winged side of the prince even if it meant an attempt to seduce him. She has killed other demons through sex, but she has a feeling that this one was different and that she may lose her self to his every whim.
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I wanna do something with this song. anyone interested?
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Runaway A Priestess has her duties, which is to tend to the sick, and the shrine. And every so often is called upon to travel to local communities. But Jesselynn never wanted to be a Priestess. Something forced upon her when she was but a young girl. And now she was a young women, almost desperate to get out of the village. And takes the opportunity to escape when a merchant comes to sell some wheres with the temple. How does he react when he realizes that he is harboring a runaway priestess? And that now they have to go on the run from the head council.
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High School Romance. Elana was a bit of a Geek. Maybe even a Outcast amongst Geeks. She kept to herself, that was till the new guy enrolled. Instantly welcomed within circles. And even still, becoming popular he only watched her from the crowds. As they pushed and bullied her. Knocking her books out of her hands. But one day he talked to her. Helped her. And befriended her. He helped her awkwardness, and shaping her. and they grew closer.
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Hidden from View Alyssa was pretty average girl, if not a bit shy. But her friend was opposite. She had spunk, But there was a secret. She may look all girl but she has a little hidden secret. And she wants to share it with Alyssa. So I guess this is whats called a trap. i wanna play the blue haired girl in picture. while someone plays the pink haired girl....or is it brown either way the other girl with a dick
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Not just a pretty face. Reyah wasn't just a girl. She was a wealthy one, hating the attention of being so. Thus she enrolls in a middle class school. Finding it so much more different then the upper class academy. And she must adapt. and become used to a unisex school.
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Witch, Vampire Hunter? Riverah family were witches, passing down the line from woman to woman. They also hunted vampires. Since granny was to old she had her granddaughter to kill one of the master vampires in town. but when she lays eyes upon him everything changes. He was gorgeous. Smooth talker everything about him makes her falter and it scares her.
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In Modern Times. It was always in legends, or at least that's what she has been told. But things began to get weird when a new guy joins the school. A dragon Prince. And he has turned his attention to Vale, And she looks like his love, from over 200 years ago. And she is exactly who he think she is. Only one problem she doesn't know who she really is. A curse cast upon her by a witch. who is now dead, one would of thought the curse would of broken. and it wont break.
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Images I like but dont have idea with them but know I can figure things out. also Ideas are more then welcomed. find him really sexy
Thread: an imprisoned spirit.

why is it that you can never find something no matter how much you want it? Trivial example, a ghost of steel. why has no one done that?
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well, Apparently I'm big boss for a while, so let me get into character. clears throat Colonel.....I'm in a box. I was going to say something....OH YEAH. erm...I'm hoping I'm not the only one, but I figured that people have a reason for their usernames. I know my friends had in our little group. If ones still here she'll know what I'm talking about Gespenst von Stahl means Ghost of steel if you don't already know. it's German. as much as they have a....colorful history, I respect the culture for what it is. I always seemed to be a ghost, just...flitting in and out unnoticed. hell, most of the time it's suited me. got a lot of friends out of trouble they didn't cause just by finding the culprit. doesn't mean I won't kick my friends ass if they are wrong. and Stahl....there's an old tale I heard from my grandfather who served in Germany during the cold war. during El Alamain's first battle, an allied soldier snuck behind their lines and sabotaged pieces of artillery, along with stabbing a knife into the back of their necks. it was always steel, and seemingly recycled from a shell. I don't know if it's true, if my Grandfather was shitting with me or what, but that tale has stuck in my mind.
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TADA. one ghost of steel.
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you know what really ticked me off a few nights back. Friend of mine got in touch after he moved, and we got talking. I hear talk on his end about how this random bitch from his past decides that she wants something from him, which, he admitted she kinda deserved, then she wanted to just vanish into the night without a care in the world. THEN it got better. They had a conversation and she said she left to go to some...Party in London. Whilst continuing a conversation with me on the other end and saying she was free all night...she wasn't too smart. let him know and he eventually clued into the system and called her out. Apparently she was only being a decent human being by keeping in contact with him. pfft, decent human beings just wash their hands when they are done. they don't make false gestures or play the 'oh so loving decent human' card. I'm all for second chances if people earn them, I don't give people false hope. that is cruel by any standard. if your done with a person, don't say 'oh I want this from you', don't demand stuff, don't look for any means of 'moral high ground', even if you already have it, or to exploit it. what's over is over. you may think you deserve something, but what you both deserve is to just walk away. both parties will be better off for that. playing the moral high ground just makes you look an ass when your caught out.
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Something gives me an ominous feeling people are actually reading this....well, I suppose it's a knight to remember rimshot kinda starting to worry that half the people who come here are more here to go 'hey, who's this fucker who keeps going to the top of the journals?' XD may as well come up with some sort of tale for y'all. I mentioned my Grandfather before, bless his soul. he's not dead, still going strong thankfully. He's an Ex-army Brigadier, served in the Garrison I say garrison force, don't remember what he called it that held the British occupation sector of West Germany. Met some nice guys and I get along with their kids. odd how things go when you think about it. His Father served from....1939 in the, back then, British Expeditionary forces...I used to think they were the elite but they were the soldiers sent to France. that's literally it...anyway, where was I? oh yeah. sometime after he got transfered to Egypt...El Almein. Never got to know much about his service beyond that as he was shot by a sniper at....if I can ever remember the place....actually I think D-Day, on the beachheads. And my old man's old man never spoke much about where he served, only that he fought in Africa, and wherever he fell is always going to be British Soil. Excuse me, tearing up a bit...
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-freaks him out by reading his journal- Muahaha.
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.......thats not really freaky, it's more....I suppose enlightening. just need to word things carefully so that people don't get the wrong end of the stick. I could freak you out more by randomly pulling sex lines on you. not my style though.
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Have a tale from my Warcraft days, back when I was shy and such...well, I say that but I've only given my contact details WILLINGLY to like 5 people. got into a game of erm.......Lords of Europe. basically think Warcraft with Total War with Civilization with paddles. met these two guys who were like 'oh we're the best, we're never going to lose because we always team up, you guys are noobs blah blah blah' the idiots practically told us their plan. take Britain and France, France pays to get the Brits a Navy to ship troops over whilst giving Edinburgh to the French for a second capital. the rest of the world was like 'well fuck that shit' and I'm not kidding here in a game where they don't allow alliances between 3 or more people in a single one. The Spanish pair charged north into France, Britain was offset by someone picking it faster, so he was set as the Holy Roman Empire, and he got pincered by an Italian Alliance and a Russian Alliance. England allied with Norway and harrassed the French Coastline whilst the Pair left took the Greeks and Moors, with the Moors skipping EVERYTHING to make it to the Greeks and pilling on the pressure on the HRE. I was the Norwegians in that game...a friend of mine to be was the English...nooby player, had the mechanics but couldn't work them. we lost in style to an energised Spanish XD best. Game. of Lords of Europe. Ever. Hundred years war started early.
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Sex lines don't freak me out, plus, I wouldn't have any appreciation of them.