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Thread: I'm stuck with someone like you?! (Surreal X QB)

Having found exactly where his equipment had gone caused him to fluster extremely brightly. Looking down at her bound figure, he shook his head. Silly me, I must be hallucinating. he said in an almost..joyous, sing-songy voice as he smiled, slapping himself in the face, closing his eyes, walking back outside then closing the door. It was an odd habit of his to act totally out of his own personality when he saw something absurd. Opening the door once again, he gawked when he realized that no, what he saw wasn't his imagination. Marianne was indeed bound, her hands struggling with the handcuffs, a frown forcing her to bare her teeth against the bit gag, a thin line of drool escaping from the left corner of her lip as she lay on her left side. From his vantage her skirt was hiked up a bit, white lingerie panties, frilled and with ribbons, could be seen without looking at a different angle. If she had wanted him to blush, this had to be the way. His face was a full red fluster. Gulping, he seemed to have turned around to the mirror, almost ignoring her presence as he tried to clear his mind. ...What have you done this time? he asked, talking in a voice that betrayed his disappointment of her. She would have been kicked out very easily if he hadn't considered the implications of her curiosity. Here's the deal. You can easily blackmail me with this situation, so I will do one thing I will not touch you, I will bring you outside, escort you to the police and have them file you in as a criminal. I sterilize my equipment often, so they'll only register your fingerprints on the gag and the handcuffs. he said, in a drab monotone that would have been much more convincing had he not been blushing so brightly before her. Ever so serious and stoic, Wilson had given her the second part of the ultimatum. Or, you can instead sign a paper, a vow that you have performed an act of mischief and that you are solely responsible for a scene that could be easily blamed on me to prevent legal charges from behind levied against me. The blush was softly fading, though he did...like that frown, angry appearance from her. Why would he just stand there not even helping! He did gaze at her lower parts, presumably noticing her hiked up skirt and the undergarments it exposed. Don't bite too hard on the gag, you'll end up drooling. he commented blandly as well, adding salt to the injury.
Thread: I'm stuck with someone like you?! (Surreal X QB)

I thought you'd reply as such. he said, batting a stare towards her bound figure as he fixed his glasses, standing up as he walked outside, yet again completely ignoring Marianne, leaving her to her own devices to struggle or attempt to escape on her own. How long would he continue to torment and withhold helping her like that?! Walking back, he heard a dull thud. Did she try to stand up or did she bump her head on something? Who knows. Regardless, she did look extremely flustered, blushing and glaring at him angrily. The ensuing struggles from before had lifted up her skirt, revealing her panties openly no matter how she struggled. The consequences of wearing her skirt too low, he hoped she would learn her lesson. He laid down the paper before her on the floor, letting her get a good look...before he moved it slightly to prevent her drool from falling on it. Unfortunately, I only have a BDSM consent form. If you want I can spend a good half hour typing up a modified disclaimer. I have put it in for Five minutes of duration, hopefully that should be accurate as to the time you've spent bound like this. He stated. Feel free to read it through. When you're ready I'll give you the pen. he said, kneeling down as he seemingly reached out for her bite gag, almost as if hew as really going to ungag her, but he merely fixed up her hair so that the strap would not be pressing down her silky Pink strands. Ready? he asked, helping her upwards, handing her a pen from behind her back. Sign it. He wasn't even going to uncuff her for this?! How embarrassing! The time did say 5 minutes, truly showing that he wasn't planning to blackmail her with the date written correctly October 23rd, 2009.
Thread: I'm stuck with someone like you?! (Surreal X QB)

Impassively observing her stumble and attempt to rise up, it seemed as if her glares and her words were immediately deflected by his silent demeanor. He thought nothing of her words, passive and extremely composed all while she, embarrassingly humiliated herself trying to sign the agreement. When all was done, he simply walked right behind her, undoing the bit-gag, wiping off the droll with a bit of tissue paper. Then, her handcuffs. Drawing out his keyring, he searched for a smaller key marked with 721 , trying to fit it in the keyhole. Hold still, damnit! he said, trying to straighten up her arms, though despite her slight fidgeting he managed to uncuff her hands, holding the pair in his grasp. Stroking it with the cloth of his shirt, he removed the sweat that had collected on it. Then, he looked her right into the eyes. Listen here, I thought I didn't have to tell you not to mess with other people's belongings, but apparently, I was wrong. he said, locking the handcuffs in place for storage. So, let me make this clear do not touch my equipment unless you ask for permission. Back to Kindergarten lessons, it seems. Suddenly, he felt the need to prepare something for her all but gone. Why would he do a favor for a person whom only tried to antagonize him yet acted so very snottily to him for saying the most honest things. Walking outside, he took one last glance towards Marianne before he walked back to the living room, placing the bit gag and the handcuffs to their respective locations just for decoration and neatness. Where is your first installment? he called out to Marianne, asking her for the funding he desired. She had to pay upfront for the first month, considering how she moved in at such short notice. He HAD to free up time for this, so she had better pay up.
Thread: I'm stuck with someone like you?! (Surreal X QB)

Working on Dinner whilst she spoke, it seemed quite obvious that he was half-minding her apology which to him seemed nothing more than pretty words nailed together in a vain attempt to convince him she was modest in someway. Kind of hard to see that, especially her white lingerie panties being exposed to him by way of her rather short skirt. He hoped she really would learn something out of this. He did freeze up, however, when she asked him about why he kept such things outside in plain view. Placing the Pork into the oven, he turned around to face Marianne, walking up so that he was close to her, looking eye to eye with her. Total fun? That's an odd way to confess that you found that strangely pleasant. he joked, taking a far-stretched assumption. A soft blush rode upon his cheeks, though he tried to think nothing of it despite the somewhat inflamed heat on his face. I forgive you, let's put that behind. But as to why I keep it there, let me ask you a question first... he walked over to the shelf, grasping a bright red ball with straps on both sides. ...Does looking at this gag really give you a strange tingle? he asked. Was it truly curiosity that had her desiring to bind herself, or was it something else? The mark of a submissive, it seems. But he held the ball gag away, simply strapping it to the mannequin head with it's mouth open. To answer, I'll tell you now I am a Dominant, a Master and the Sadist in a BDSM relationship. he stated with his trademarked monotone. People hire me to tie, dominate or to humiliate them in private sessions. I also own an Adult Store , the Devil's Playpen over at Marquess Avenue. You may be getting visitors often here, clientele who desire to have their submissive desires fulfilled. If you need further proof, my Dominant name is 'The Lieutenant'. he said. Does that satisfy your curiosity?
Thread: I'm stuck with someone like you?! (Surreal X QB)

A warm rush, huh? The body of a domme, the mindset of a Submissive. She did have the workings of someone who would be so aroused merely being helpless, bound and left for the dominant's eyes to feast upon. Counting the fact she was just so...bountiful in almost every aspect, it would be quite the experience to dominate and make her beg! Well, if I am not to be the curious one, I feel that you have that desire to feel helpless, to lose control. Maybe it's because your life is always being so turbulent and you feel that you would be better off feeling secure in someone's thrall. To know that the world had limits, in this case, your bondage. Wow, that got awfully philosophical. He didn't answer her last part, however, instead letting her expose her curiosity even further. Yes. We all have different desires in life, BDSM being one of them. Some people consider it prostitution, others in my field say it's pleasure. To each their own it seems. I'll be sure to warn you then. he said, letting her walk away. He simply sat down, waiting for the pork to cook thoroughly, deliberating the words she had said. It was a curiosity for her to simply divulge all such...was she secretly hinting? No. That can't be it. Being a professional of his field, it was always wrong to assume one's fetishes and desires. Anything more and it could be assumed as if he was a freak. And that was what he did not want to be seen as. After the timer rang, he removed the roast from the oven, filling himself with the scrumptious smell of roast pork. Setting it to the table, he walked up to her room, knocking on the door. Hey, want to eat some Souvlaki pork? he asked. Listen...look, I'm sorry if the way I acted today was uncalled for. I didn't mean to sound like a jerk...it seems people usually see me like this. Maybe it's the way I am, I don't know. But I should have atleast respected your opinion. It's true, I really did look down on you...I hope you can still forgive me if not, atleast get together along well... If she desired, he was always there to guide her into the world of Submission. That is, if she so wanted..
Thread: hunger games

I want to do a hunger games role play. My characters name is Mark Clay. He is in the hunger games due to the fact that he took his best friends place. His best friend was getting married the next week so he stepped in for him. He is from district 7 so he was basicity born with an axe in his hand. he is tall 6 foot 5. His skin is very pale and his blond hair is kept short. He has many scars on his body form woodcutting. Do to working as a lumber jack from a very young age he is strong and is quite good with all forms of saws, hatchets and throwing axes. But give this boy a two handed wood axe and even the peace keepers wouldnt mess with him. He is ok at hunting. He was able to do it a little with trapping but not much. Most of his time was spent cutting down trees. He hates the capital do to the fact that one day when cutting down loges he found a metal box hidden under the roots of the tree. He hid it form view. Later at his home he opened the box. In it was a small pamphlet called the Canadian constitution. It talked of liberty, happiness and freedom. After he read that he was no longer just a dumb woodcutter. He wanted to revolt agents the capital. Your character can be from any of the other 12 districts but 7. I want her to have a different set of skills. They work together. Fall in love? Will you be the Katniss to my Peeta. Here is a good sight that will help you make your girl.
Thread: hunger games

Bump!!!!
Thread: hunger games

Hey dude, just in case you didn't know, this isn't the request section. Please don't post in here unless you have an RP going. Request to have this moved.
Thread: Dancing with Wolves (Wreckles & Amaya)

RE Dancing with Wolves Wreckles Amaya The dark world was rushing by and the wind sang loudly in her ears. The young girl gazed him wondering, if he was awake or still sleeping. She could see nothing but the wheeling stars, and away to her right vast shadows against the sky where her hometown laid. Sleepy she tried to reckon the time and stages of their journey, but this memory was drowsy and uncertain. Like a swift moving dream in which she had been wrapped so long since the great ride began. Her mind got lost into those wicked memories, remind her how everything began. But she could remember herself living in that oddly far village all her life. But she could never guess what could happen soon enough. She come from a silent town and a great empty house on the hill. Filled with winged shadows and memories wilted in fear, tired but uneasy, dimly aware of comings and goings, and then again riding, riding into the night. And with that hideous memory she woke fully and shivered, and the noise of the wind become filled with menacing voices. A light kindled in the Sky, a blaze of blue fire behind dark barriers. She could remember how everything vanished with one blink in her dreams, she had that odd dream every night. She cowered back, afraid of a moment wondering into what dreadful country this darkness was bearing her. She rubbed her eyes, and then saw it was the moon rising above the eastern shadows, now almost at th full. So the night was not yet old and her mind would trying to convince her heart that it was time to fight back. She had lost everyone and everything, so she was living alone on that old house of hers. That day she couldn't again sleep she got up and gazed at the mirror. Her appearance, that her pretty and thinlight athletic body 5' 1, 92.59pounds and bra size B was calling. Her Dark Blue eyes could easy make each men get lost inside her mystery look. And Black long hair,would easily wave all this times against the wind. Her outfit, a black bra top with a blue outline. She wore a black tight sweater on top that exposes her belly, with a white large stripe on each sleeve, outlined in black. For her bottoms, she wore black pants and black riding boots. Time would flee really fast, but she couldn't gaze her sleep even if the morning and noon came. So later that night she opened the door and walked outside to take some fresh air. She would sit close to the tavern and raise her head watching at the big sky.
Thread: Dancing with Wolves (Wreckles & Amaya)

Walking past the cartload of hay, the people with the pitchforks gave him long hard stares. They didn't look like the kind of people who invited you in to their warm homes to share a mug of ale. Or maybe it was just him. There was a young girl sitting outside the tavern with a dreamy look on her face, as he got closer he could see how captivating she was. Fixating his eyes on her as he walked by and entered the tavern. Greeted by a lovely scent of food cooking over an open fire, the buzzing died down when more and more people noticed that a stranger had entered their tavern. Most of them just stared at him when he made his way to the bar. A plump man with beady eyes greeted him with a unusual smile plastered over his face. Welcome to my humble abode, we don't get many strangers here so you must forgive the locals. What can I help you with? Thaine remained indifferent and when he first spoke his throat croaked over forming the first words in days, he regained his posture and continued as if it never happened. A hot meal and a warm bed stands high in demand for me, if you can supply both I will be grateful. The innkeeper clasped his hands together, We can certainly attend to your needs master, let me show you a table. Thinking this was a rather odd thing to say, Thaine gazed across the room. The inn had a cozy interior, a open fire at the end provided a pleasant warmth that spread across the room, there was a group of men sitting in the center around a large wooden round table, each with a stout of ale in front of them. Following the innkeeper to a table at the corner, he excused himself while he hurried away to prepare the meal. Now that he had other people to compare with, he was sure of it. The woman outside had a different scent. Closing his eyes and focusing in the men in the center who had returned to their daily banter he made out their conversation. First wolves and now stranger coming here, what will we have next - ogres? Another man spoke I'd rather take a hundred strangers than the wolves, killed my finest sheep they did. I'm keeping them in the stable tonight and putting my son out with a pitchfork. Other murmured in agreeingly. When the innkeeper returned with roasted boar Thaine asked him who the girl outside was, describing her the way he had seen her but the Innkeeper seemed to know which girl he was referring to at the first sentence. A tragic story it is, lost everything she did but such a happy child despite that - strong spirit. He had a funny way of explaining things, like he begun somewhere in the middle of a story and expected others to know the rest. When he left Thaine digged in on his meal lost in thought, why did the woman smell so...Enticing? Casting one last look on the group at the center table, he wondered how many of them were brave, and how many of them were cowards. The sun had set and it was starting to get dark, he could feel it in his blood that this was a night for true feasting.
Thread: Dancing with Wolves (Wreckles & Amaya)

The human girl noticed the new comer, as he looked at her back. She sighed gazing every detail about him, and shake her head as if she wanted to tell him not to stay around for long. Though she didn't say anything just turned her head again and looked at the big sky that was soon turning dark. She was a strange girl and surely different from the people around that place. But there was no other place for her to live only in the house up the hill. What is left for me here? she whispered to herself only sadness and loneliness... She gazed the open sky once again. There was silence again for a while, she become drowsy again, she wondered if things would ever be calm and safe again for her. For time to time she would notice what was going on at the tavern but she would never enter. She always liked to sit outside and enjoy the sky view. The girl stayed at the same spot for bit longer not having anything to do. The darkness was slowly there as the night sky made its appearance. something looked strange around, but that village was like that mostly. Her dark hair fell across her face, creating a veil behind which she could hide from the world. As she fell deeply into her story once again, a shadow loomed over her. Amy looked up. This night is strange she added as she kept gazing at the sky not knowing what would come after. She wrapped her arms around herself and gazed deeply at the sky.
Thread: Dancing with Wolves (Wreckles & Amaya)

Thaine had finished his meal and was satisfied for now, but there was a different hunger stirring within. The fireplace had started to die down as the patrons dwindled from the tavern, he looked out the window and knew that it would be a chilly night, the coldest of the season. Stepping outside in the cool evening air, he recognized the scent from the woman before he even was outside. Viewing her at the corner of his eyes, Tell me little girl, are you afraid of the night? he said without expecting an answer. This will be one to remember. Then as if he was waiting for it, there was a lone howl penetrating the night. It was as if the temperature dropped several degrees. It was long and drawn out and then others joined in, the howls seemed to completely surround the village, originating from all directions. Thaine flexed his joints and looked at the girl with eyes that seemed to glow in the night, One to remember he repeated. The howls had stopped but were replaced by human screams of terror. Out of the dark woods they came in packs, large wolves with black fur and gritted teeth. They were here to hunt and kill, and not on the regular farm animals. There had never been reports of wolves attacking humans in a village and the few people that were still outside screamed and hurried for their homes, yet it only seemed to draw the wolves attention as they lunged towards the terrified humans. Several wolves passed at their feet but seemed to ignore them both, the whole village had been cast into chaos in the blink of a moment. The doors that were shut even had their windows destroyed by wolves that crashed through them, eager to feast on whatever was inside. This was insane, wolves did not behave like this, they were fearless and overcome with bloodlust. Thaine who had so far been completely indifferent towards the assault rushed inside the tavern, finding a terrified innkeeper with a oil lantern in his hand. He seemed to be in shock, unable to form any coherent sentence. Thaine never hesitated for one moment, he took out a dagger hidden in his leather jacket and slashed the mans throat. The body crashed hard against the wooden floor as did the lantern he was holding. Fluid seeped out of it and within seconds the tavern had caught on fire. When he stepped outside again he turned towards the girl and spoke in a chilly voice. Run away little girl, run.
Thread: Dancing with Wolves (Wreckles & Amaya)

The young girl was still gazing at the open sky as she noticed the man getting out of the tavern. At first she didn't say anything she kept her eyes focused on the night sky. But she had listen everything the man did say. She blinked her eyes and let her thoughts form into words Afraid of the night. she chuckled Only the light scares me she mumbled without looking at the man. The girl soon felt the temperature dropping, she wrapped her arms around herself to get warmer. She notice the changes at the surroundings and listen to him again. 'what will happen tonight' she thought as the silence stopped and screams and yelling felled the air. The sense of blood was all around them and the girl was shocked. She froze where she was standing as the packs of the wolves entered and destroyed everything around them. The sudden darkness makes her knees wobble and her heart skip beat. A chilling air began to blow against her neck, sending a scary feeling down her spine. The cool air rushed up across her bare skin, making her shake in a wobble. She wanted to run but couldn't, she tried to scream but her voice weren't there. The young girl was terrified, her pale face and the shivering from the cold showed how scared she really was. It took her few minutes to adjust at what was happening in frond of her. She gazed at the man as she walked into the tavern. His actions made her fear rise. Why was the only thing she manage to say, as she saw the man approaching. His words to tell her to run wouldn't necessary, she gathered all her energy and started running away. She never looked back, what was after her or what was happening. She started running to her home at the top of hill hoping she could survive the attack.