Thread: No one like you -CandyXAlan

The other dom and her pet walked away, proud of themselves. Moira watched after them, the bitter taste of bile raising into her throat and burning the soft, sensitive tissue. It took every bit of strength that the pathetic little dom had to swallow back the taste and simply stay silent at her perch. The feelings she had swirling around in her gut however told her that she was hardly ok. Anxiouty was winning over in a tug-o-war with her 'image'. 'Run away, stop pretending to be something or something that you're not. You try so damned hard to be everything those woman in your books are, but let's face it, you're hardly them, so why keep trying to be them.' It was the ghost in her head that had always told her she was never good enough for this or for that, it was always the same thing. At the end of the day, it always boiled down to one simple thing, Give up. She wasn't going to give up, was she? Looking at herself again in the floor length mirror at the red hair, the wild curls that framed her face, her thick thighs and slight overbite, she was ugly. And in that moment, Moira realized she was done. With shake knees, and an even shakier resolve, Moira stood and sniffled, feeling the burning in the back of her eyes, the familiar sting of tears, 'Don't you cry, don't you dare cry!'She growled inwardly, knowing if she was caught with tears, she'd never be able to hold her head high, even if that was a delusion, and walk back into this club again. So many things were spinning around her head, making her feel faint that she had hardly noticed the stranger, one who she had either never seen or had never cared to look for, approaching. Everything to her in that moment was a blur of shapeless colors, and in that same moment a charming voice broke her from her panic. It was then that Moira looked down at the kneeling figure before her. Who? The word formed on her lips but never broke made it any further. Her golden orbs scanned the figure up and down, his voice gentle and submissive? There was a tone that all the subs had, Moira had never been privy to them, so it came to her as a huge shock. Um I- She stammered, that was before her inner goddess kicked her almost painfully, 'Idiot!' It bellowed angrily, You have a man, kneeling before you, apologizing for interrupting your thoughts and your only response is 'Um I-'. I'm sorry but did I miss something. Take charge.' But the courage that she had stored away for moments like this was no where to be found. It had been stolen was more so the the truth, the dom who had berated her had taken that, how was she suppose to find the courage to speak to someone, let alone a kneeling sub. N-no, all is forgive.She weakly replied, feeling the shakiness in her knees slowly creep up her thighs, over her round bottom and over her torso and grip her head in a terrifying clench. He continued on, begging her to congratulate her on her sketches. What were those again? When he said of the leaders she gasped, her cheeks heating up again with that uncharacteristic blush. O-Oh, w-well- she stammered again, this time her inner goddess smacked her tiny little hand against her forehead, I accept your compliment s-sir. The world had slipped out before she could catch it. Sir? She asked herself, realizing she had just given up any chance of calling this man her sub, she had to correct it before he stood and walked away. I-I mean...she started, nothing brilliant coming to mind, finally giving up trying to remedy her foul up. With an annoyed sigh, Moira sank slowly back down into the booth, pinching the bridge of her nose in an effort to stop the ensuing headache she knew was coming. Just as she was about to say he could get up and leave her, like she knew he would, her blood chilled but the crimson blush heated her cheeks and slowly spread to the swell of her breasts. Beautiful? Had he just said what she had thought she just heard? It was a lie, or worse, it was her mind playing tricks on her. No sub, in this lifetime, had ever referred to this fizzy hair albino as beautiful. Y-you've seen me before? Another omission, mentally kicking herself for sound so much like a sub, Of-of course you've seen me, I mean. How could any one miss me? Her sultry voice faulted, at the end as she questioned herself. She was right however, how could anyone miss her? Her hair alone burned like fire in the dimly lit club, it that hadn't given her away, than it was certainly her attitude that did. With another long sigh, Moira fell silent, feeling she was just digging herself deeper into a hole she'd never, not even with a latter, could climb out of.