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Hey Falconhawke.
Here are those posts you asked for.
A silk-lined basket sits on a small table near the door, with a note pinned to the lining. Inside the basket are what appear to be leather wrist and ankle restraints, together with a blindfold made of incredibly supple leather and padded with silk, and an incredibly old-looking parchment scroll. The note reads:
I have learned that my wayward daughter has found this place, and takes great pleasure in it. I have no objection to her doing so, but I would ask a boon of you who are her new companions. Falcon is perhaps the most innately gifted of all my daughters, but I have failed in her training -- no doubt she has told you of her distaste for her proper duties in life. I am hoping that she may trust you enough to let you do for her what I could not...as you have no doubt already learned for yourselves, hers is a gift that should not be wasted. *The note is signed 'Osprey Goldenwing'* You look more closely at the scroll; on the outside, in an old-fashioned hand, is written *Training the Sylph to the Hunt*.
The parchment seems fragile, so you use great care in unrolling it. It reads as follows:
The training of a sylph is not entirely unlike the training of any other bird of prey. *A small exquisite miniature in the margin depicts a hooded and jessed hawk, perched on a fist.* The two keys are Restraint and Reward. Bind the sylph, except when you wish her loosed to give pleasure as instructed, and allow her to come only as you direct or allow; in time, if she comes to trust her trainer enough, the sylph will behave as if bound even when free, solely to please her trainer. Blind her to all save the one or ones she is to pleasure, and her very gaze will for hunger's sake become a seduction.
But beware. The sylph, like the bird of prey, will be ruined for the hunt by the use of pain in the training. Reward is the key, and the reward the sylph craves is pleasure.*Two more miniatures, each depicting a naked sylph, bound at hands and feet and blindfolded. In one, a man shoots his cum all over the winged woman's breasts; in the other, a woman kneels between legs bound apart and licks greedily.* Properly trained, the sylph will hunt at command, willingly submit, and do anything within her not inconsiderable power requested by her trainer...who, if care is taken in the training, will eventually come to find himself, or herself, the sylph's owner, body and soul.
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