The Red Rose Inn ~ A BDSM SRP (IC)

[landiek]

The pages of pictures left Jada completely embarrassed and feeling as if she was standing to close to the fire. She decided to take a shower to ease away the feverish pulsing in her belly and arms.

Twenty minutes later she felt clean but the feeling of the images still played a major part on her thoughts.

"Was that what submission is all about?" Jada asked herself as she slipped into a pair of Daisy Duke's and a skimmy Daisy Mae blouse and returned to the bookshelf hoping to find something else to give her more instructions to what she was accepting and still her new employer invaded her thoughts. The way he looked at her as she knelt before him, almost like she forgot to do something.

"Too bad there isn't an instruction manual." Jada muttered as she trailed her finger along the spines reading the titles.

 

[sexycaz22]

Eva listening to Gary explaining....

"I've been here for about four years ma'am, pretty much since I turned twenty-one." Gary replied, and Eva thought to herself, 'younger than myself' as she looked out of the window, gazing over the beautiful gardens.

Eva's ears geared up, as she listened with eager as Gary explained about the bdsm theme in the Inn.

"Yes ma'am it's true that bdsm is a specially of the red rose inn, though almost all of our staff have excellent people skills to deal with our average client el."

However, Eva was mostly interested in this bit,

"Many of the employees are submissive, though we can control ourselves well enough so that the average customers would never know the difference. There is enough of us that if any guest should wish to take them to their rooms or the dungeon for the night or more, that the customers would never notice."

Eva knew that there would be some play going on while she was here, but she thought that it would be with other guests of the Inn, and she certainly did not expect to hear that some of the staff were submissives, and that a guest of the Inn could choose to play with one of the staff, if it was required. This pleased Eva very much, for that she liked the look of Gary.

She turned to look at Gary, and Eva smiled; "May I know, are you a submissive? Are you in the bdsm lifestyle?" and as she asked this, Eva got closer to Gary, putting her hand on the window stand, next to his hand.

 

[Jack_Slade]

The pages of pictures left Jada completely embarrassed and feeling as if she was standing to close to the fire.

"Was that what submission is all about?" Jada asked herself as she slipped into a pair of Daisy Duke's and a skimmy Daisy Mae blouse and returned to the bookshelf hoping to find something else to give her more instructions to what she was accepting and still her new employer invaded her thoughts. The way he looked at her as she knelt before him, almost like she forgot to do something.

"Too bad there isn't an instruction manual." Jada muttered as she trailed her finger along the spines reading the titles.

Thomas Slade was headingback to the Inn from the Comercial cherry house, and he decided to check out the Dorm, so see how everyone was getting along.

He found Jada in the common's area, loking for something to read. She looked exceptional in her choice of clothes. Thomas was still amazed that she was still a virgin.

"Too bad there isn't an instruction manual."

He heard her mumble something and walked over to her.

"Looking for a good book?" Thomas looked around for a few seconds. He had the perfect one in mind... "Ah, here it is" he said. He pulled out a small book written by an un-known author. The mysterious writer of this classic work, was known only by her first Initial "O".

Thomas handed the book to the young woman. "Here, you might find this enjoyable. Oh, one thing, Jada I have a little surprise for you tomorrow."

"Enjoy the rest of your day dear, tomorrow you start earning your keep" Thomas said, giving her arm a little squeeze. He left her alone to read her new book.

 

[LucianDevine]

Gary Continuing to Interact with Eva

Gary turned his head back toward Eva at the exact moment that she turned towards him. Her question sounded in his ears.

"May I know, are you a submissive? Are you in the bdsm lifestyle?"

Gary met her eyes then, but only briefly. he smiled a small smile as he thought of a way to not only tell Eva that he was, but show her as well. He bowed his head as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Yes ma'am, you may know the truth about me, and the truth is that I am a submissive. I have been in the submissive life style for far longer than most people of my age. I was essentially a servant in my parents home. Once I entered puberty they loaned me out to their friends and colleagues. I was home-schooled, so I didn't know until about five years ago that my childhood was any different than any other child."

Gary then hesitated, bowing his head a bit more. He left his right hand where it was on the window sill, close to Eva's own hand. He then slowly yet without hesitation lowered himself to his knees before her. With his left hand, he reached for Eva's right hand, and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly before letting it fall.

Kevin kept his head bowed this time, letting Eva know that despite their seemingly casual conversation, he knew his place.

 

[landiek]

"Looking for a good book?"

Jada looked up and turned a bright red though quickly admitted. "Yes Sir."

"Ah, here it is"

Jada tried to get a glimpse of the book he had and wondered how she might have missed it so far.

"Here, you might find this enjoyable. Oh, one thing, Jada I have a little surprise for you tomorrow."

Jada looked over the front and then back to Thomas. "A surprise Sir?"

"Enjoy the rest of your day dear, tomorrow you start earning your keep"

"Sir, I was wondering about what you said.. I mean discovering my submissiveness... it's not a bad thing to have.. I mean it is not going to cause me to be alienated, is it?"

Jada realized by his smile that she would learn that answer tomorrow and found herself glancing at the book in her hands. Now she was opening her mind as she opened the binding and glanced down the first written page

 

[Jack_Slade]

Thomas meet's Marlie Flannery

Marlie stopped in front of the ornate mirror just outside Thomas Slade’s office. Her eyes were drawn to the black leather collar locked around her slender neck, the red rose glistening in the artificial torch light. The light jingle of the lock as it moved over the metal rivets in the back of the collar sent shivers up and down her spine. Over and over again her hand stroked the leather, whether in awe or fear, she could not be sure. The black leather indicating she was a slave, the red rose indicating she belonged to the house. The house which was now her permanent home, The Red Rose Inn.

Marlie tapped three times upon Mr. Slade’s door, waiting patiently for his command to enter. She heard a voice, female, and the soft closing of a side door before his deep, baritone voice responded.

“Come.”


Not daring to hesitate any longer, Marlie entered the lavish office quietly, her bare feet making no sound as she gracefully approached the massive, wooden desk. Mr. Thomas Slade stood, expectantly awaiting her entrance.

Thomas had just shooed Alicia out from under his desk, and back to her office. He had considered keeping her there from this interview, but Alicia offered to many distraction's, both physical and mental, they would have to play this game another day.

Thomas yanked up his zipper, and spoke the one word that bid the woman to enter, more out of frustration, instead of it's original intent. However, his mood brightened when he saw the petite young woman walk through his door. He had known her mother and he was amazed at the family resembelance.

"Marlie, I'm very happy to meet you," He streched over his desk to shake her hand, then asked her to take a seat.

"I'm sorry for having to make you wait so long, today has been rather hectic."

The young woman smiled, accepting his apology.

He took a seat and adjusted himself before he spoke, "I must say, you have an amazing resembelance to your mother. I met her once, many years ago, when I came up here during summer vacation, to work in the Cherry orchards. In fact, it was your Mother and my Uncle, who explained to the nature of BDSM to me. They had been out in the orchards the first time I saw them. My Uncle was training her to be a Pony Girl, something that looked awful funny to a 13 yr. old kid. I made some stupid remark about it at dinner. Well, my Uncle got quite upset, and he made me eat the rest of my dinner in the corner. Later they both explained what was happening, and why."

Thomas looked at the young lady as he told the story, she had such a lovely smile, he enjoyed watching her.

"And, now Marlie, are you ready to accpet your position at the Inn, to fulfill your family's debt to ours?"

 

[sexycaz22]

"Yes ma'am, you may know the truth about me, and the truth is that I am a submissive. I have been in the submissive life style for far longer than most people of my age. I was essentially a servant in my parents home. Once I entered puberty they loaned me out to their friends and colleagues. I was home-schooled, so I didn't know until about five years ago that my childhood was any different than any other child." Gary explained, with his head bowed, and his eyes down to the floor.

Eva was amazed to see how well he have been trained, and even more amazed to know that it was his parents who have trained him as a submissive. She have never had this childhood like his. Her parents were strict, yes, but very conservative, and very religious too. If they knew about her other interests, Eva was sure that she would be disowned straight away.

Suddenly, Eva saw that Gary dropped to his knees, with his head bowed, and took her right hand, then he kissed it gently, before letting go. She was astonished at this sight, and Eva knew at once, that there were something between them.

"Gosh, Gary, that is quite a childhood you have had," she said to him, "I have never had that childhood. It was my beloved husband who have introduced me to the bdsm lifestyle, and he taught me quite a lot about the bdsm lifestyle, and helped me build confidence, both as a person and as a Domme."

Eva looked down at Gary, thinking, that how much she would want to use him for her needs, and she smiled.

"Come, Gary, my feet are sore, I think they need to be massaged," Eva told Gary, and then she walked over to an armchair and sat in it, waiting for Gary to follow.

 

[LucianDevine]

"Gosh, Gary, that is quite a childhood you have had," she said to him, "I have never had that childhood. It was my beloved husband who have introduced me to the bdsm lifestyle, and he taught me quite a lot about the bdsm lifestyle, and helped me build confidence, both as a person and as a Domme."


Gary smiled a small smile on his knees, not even needing to look up to know the reaction his actions had gotten. He did however nod in understanding and acknowledgment of Eva's words. Hers was not an uncommon occurrence, especially with how much the bdsm lifestyle was growing these days.

"Come, Gary, my feet are sore, I think they need to be massaged,"

Again Gary nodded, keeping his head bowed, at first he simply responded with, "As you wish." He waited until Eva turned from him and took a step before he rose quickly to his feet to follow her. He was right behind her as she reached an armchair, and as she turned he was lowering himself to his knees once more. What she hadn't seen however, was the briefly broad smile on his lips. For how could she have known that massages were one of his specialties?

Gary waited patiently for Eva to get comfortable before he moved a little closer and lowered his hands to her right foot. Gary gently took it in his hands and lifted it. He held it in one hand as he carefully yet quickly removed first her shoe and then her sock. Gary then lifted it once more, and like he had done with her hand, kissed it softly before lowering it. Gary then proceeded to do the same thing with Eva's left foot, doing exactly the same thing, right down to the soft kiss.

Gary then shifted his position a little. He lowered himself to almost sitting, with his left leg beneath him. This allowed him some mobility with his right leg. Gary planted his right foot and shifted it forward a little as he took Eva's foot in his hands once more. He then braced the feel of her foot on his knee. Then, after taking hold of her foot, Gary pressed hard into the bottom of it with both of his thumbs, smiling at the small sigh of contentment above him. His fingers held her foot stable as his thumbs started to work in small circle, pressing into her foot with varying pressures. Gary kept at it, despite his position still not being quite what he wanted.

Once he was satisfied with his work on her right foot, Gary quickly shifted again, moving his right leg beneath him so he could plant his left and brace her left foot on it. He then proceeded to give her left foot the same adoring attention it deserved. When at last he was fully satisfied, Gary set her foot down once more, softly asking.

"This position isn't quite as accommodating, but if you would allow us to move to the bed, I would be more than happy to continue."

Gary then bowed his head once more, it was uncommon for him to make his own desires known, and he wasn't quite sure how Eva would react.

 

[_kyrie_]

Marlie's acceptance of servitude to Thomas Slade.

Marlie lingered over Thomas Slade’s hand for the merest of seconds, long enough to feel the sexual energy emanating from the man. The air was charged with it, she opened her senses and made out two distinct energy swells, one had been female.

Quickly, Marlie closed her mind to the information. She forced a smile while unconsciously rubbing her small hand against her black slacks.

Tiling her head slightly, a very subtle sign of rebellion, Marlie replied in a firm but quiet, lilting voice.

“I do want to make some things very clear Mr. Slade. The debt owed is by me and me alone and not by anyone else from the Flannery Family. I will not dishonor my family by shifting the blame for my situation on them.”

Thomas motioned to the chair, suggesting Marlie sit in it during their talk. She was momentarily confused, but unerringly followed his direction, sitting on the outer most edge as she listened closely to his words.

“I must say, you have an amazing resemblance to your mother. I met her once, many years ago, when I came up here during summer vacation, to work in the Cherry orchards. In fact, it was your Mother and my Uncle, who explained to the nature of BDSM to me. They had been out in the orchards the first time I saw them. My Uncle was training her to be a Pony Girl…”

Marlie tried to hide the surprise she felt, but she was not known for her ability to lie or to hide her feelings very well. Lowering her eyes to the floor to hide her confusion she answered in a quiet voice.

“No Sir. I did not know you had ever met my mother or that she was, she was, umm, well, that she participated in BDSM. That does help to explain a little bit at least, where my tendencies come from. I have often wondered why I am the way I am. I was not abused, misused or neglected. In fact, the very opposite. Although we had little money, there was always an abundance of love and affection, humor and laughter.”

Taking a breath to steady her beating heart, Marlie continued,

"I know you have been told what I am, what I like, what I crave. I know you label me a pain slut. But, for me, it's more than just the pain Sir. This deep need, this gnawing hunger to be completely at the mercy of someone so strong, so sadistic that I am only an extension of his energy. The energy of the one Dominating who is using not only his physical strength but also his mental force."

Marlie suddenly looked up, realizing where her mind had gone, where her words were leading and the effect they were having on her body.

Gasping slightly, licking her lips to still their trembling, Marlie apologized.

“Forgive me please Sir. You brought me here to discuss the terms laid out by your uncle in his contract with my mother before they passed away. My mother never told me of the money she borrowed from your uncle to send me through University. I asked over and over again where the money came from and she always smiled and said it was from an anonymous friend of the family. Now I know, don’t I Sir?”

Marlie stood from the chair, head slightly lowered, her hands clasped behind her back demurely. She ached to touch the leather collar again but refrained. Without lifting her eyes to the tall man seated behind the imposing desk in front of her, Marlie answered calmly.

“I accept the position of House Slave and will answer to you Sir in all things until such time as this contract expires.”

Raising her eyes almost defiantly,

“Which will be in 23 months, 29 days and approximately 18 hours.”

 

[Jack_Slade]

Thomas And Alicia, Together: Part 2

This post Co-Written by Jack_Slade and LadyThunder Enjoy!

Part 2

Tom can't even begin to describe the emotion's he is feeling.

It all started the first time he saw Alicia, She walked into the interview room with such grace and confidence, it had felt like time had stopped. He just looked at her, and he knew that he wanted her. His heart had leapt back then, the first time he had heard she was a switch. He wondered how she did it? What kind of discipline did it take for this firery woman to turn the tables on herself, to submit freely? Could he do the same thing for her? He had never even considered something like that.... but now,. now.. now... it was real.

How should he handle things? What did she like, what would she hate? His mind was running amok with the possibilities. He didn't want some kind of mindless fucking, that would come later. He wanted to possess her very soul, to hold her essence in his hand, to shape it like an artist into a priceless work of art, his art.

He was walking faster, almost tugging her arm, wishing he had her in his arms already. Why hadn't he suggested drinks in his room? The fast clicking of her heels on the marble walkway sounded like his heartbeat,.. racing.. faster...

Alicia's mind was a jumble as Jack tugged her after him. How the hell had it come to this? She had never been so attracted to someone so fast before! From the moment she had seen him she had needed to be with him in the most basic sense. Now she was following him down the hall so happy that he seemed to be in as much of a rush as she was. Couldn't he walk faster?

There, the doors, he had to reach them... before he ripped her clothes off... push the doors... hit the elevator button goddamnit.. fucking elevators, why didn't we live on the first floor? Oh God, she's so lovely... if that elevator doesn't get here, I will take in the hallway..... there, finally the door opens.

Thomas almost pulled Alicia into the elevator. He was kissing her before the doors closed. His hand went up her back, and he grabbed a handful of her red hair. He slowly pulled on it and tilted her head back. His lips fashioned onto her neck, sucking and biting her tender flesh. Her moan was music to his ears.

She thought she was going to die as he pulled her into the elevator after an eternity of waiting. The feel of his lips on hers, the slow sure tug of his hand in her hair; she moaned as his teeth scraped and nipped at her neck. She could feel the desire like molten lava in her belly. She kissed him back franticly, her hands sliding over him, desperate for the contact.

He hissed into her ear, "Tonight you are mine"

His hand pulled her tighter against him, as he slid it down her back. He squeezed her cheek hard, his fingers pressing into her firm ass. He felt the elevator stop. That brought a smile to his face, one step closer.

She moaned again as his fingers bit into her ass, pressing forward against him, feeling the firm lump of his bulge against her, wanting it desperately. Her mind was aflame, she mewled with the sheer force of her need. He'd said she was his that night, she was in full agreement! As the elevator stopped she gasped with relief following him once more.

"Come" was all he said.

They walked over to his door, and Thomas fumbled for his wallet. He quickly slid out the cardkey, and swore when the door denied him access. He tried it again, and was greeted with the little green light. .
Alicia couldn't help the small giggle that escaped as Thomas fumbled with the keycard, she understood his frustration, shared it with him. She stepped forward eagerly as the light went green and the door opened

Twister, Thomas’s Yellow Lab. Retriever, greeted the couple as they quickly entered the door. He waved his tail franticly when he saw the woman with his master.

“Oh, gee’s, I forgot about the dog. You’re not allergic to yellow fur that gets into everything, are you Alicia? His name is Twister. He doesn’t bite, but he has been described by a few, as a One Hell of a Licker!” Tom remarked with a chuckle.

Alicia looked at Twister and smiled, a faint quirk of her lips, but still a smile. She liked dogs, but she was hoping this one was going to be patient, especially since she was definitely hoping for something else with his owner! She gave the dog a friendly scratch behind the ears as he licked her hand.

Thomas looks in despair at the dog, how can he take him out to pee at a time like this?
“Sorry boy,” The dog’s tail slowly stopped wagging, and his head drooped, not hearing the familiar commands from his master.

He turned back to Alicia, “I’ll take him out later dear.”

He took her arm in his, and escorted her towards the bedroom. As he walked by a picture, Thomas absently raised his hand and touched the photo. It was a black and white photo of a nude slave, kneeling on the floor, hands laid palms down upon her spread thighs. Her body bore the marks of a recent flogging, and if a person had looked close, they would have seen a fresh tear that had ran down her cheek.

They stopped at a closed door. He turned to her, and cupped her chin in his palm. Tilting her head upwards, he looked deep into her amazing eyes. He spoke softly. “The point of no return. Last chance to back out, Miss Silver.”

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Alicia debated. She wanted this man more than anything she could think of, but to just say "I want you." was to the point, but not quite how she wanted it. She stepped back, just beyond his grasp and gave him a sensuous smile. Her fingers trailed up her arms to the material of her dress at her shoulders. Without words, she slipped the cloth off, letting it pool around her feet. She stood there in a pair of pink lace panties and matching bra along with her heels. Slowly, deliberately she turned around in a small circle, allowing him to see and admire her ass cheeks framed by the thong she wore. Facing him once more, she stepped out of her dress and crossed back to him, smiling up at him as her body was close enough to feel his heat as she asked softly, "Now why would I want to do a silly thing like that?

Thomas pulled her into his arms again, giving her a rough kiss. The passion he felt towards her was re-kindled. He opened the door to the bedroom, then scooping the woman up into his arm’s, he carried her inside, and kicked the door shut.

He carried her over to the king size bed, and set her on the edge. He set her down as carefully as if she were made from Porcelain. He placed an arm on her shoulder to balance himself, while he took off his shoe’s and socks. Smiling to her, he grabbed his shirt, ripping the button’s off as he pulled the garment off of him. His undershirt came next, him lifting it over his head. He looked at her, and watched her lick her lip’s. Her hands came up to his belt, and she made quick work of un-buckling it. She slid the belt out of the loops, and rubbed the leather on her cheek for a second, then tossed the implement onto the bed.

She looked up at him, and Thomas saw the need in her eyes, He watched as her tongue flashed out, he leaned forwards and she licked his cock through the pants. Her mouth followed, and she bit his cockhead . Thomas groaned, and his hand grabbed her hair, while he pressed her tighter against him.. She bit harder. His sudden hiss of breath filled the room.

Alicia only bit him again because he'd groaned, her senses were inflamed by the feel of him through his pants. She wanted him even more now if it were possible, she wanted him naked.

Her hands flew to the button and zipper, his pants fell to the ground in moments that seemed an eternity to Tom. He took a second to kick the garment away, and then returned his attention to his lover. She took him in her hands, feeling his girth and stroking his length. She lowered her lips to him and slowly drew him inside her eager mouth.

She had to restrain herself from trying to take him all at once, she was desperate to have him in her, even if it was just in her mouth and the taste of him wasn't helping. A groan of delight vibrated around his cock as he slid deeper in her moist interior.

Tom resisted the overpowering urge to force her, giving her the opportunity to explore him at her own pace. She took him slowly, inch by inch, gagging for a second, before taking the last of him. He felt her nose brush up against him, and he let out a loud groan, while his hand stroked her hair. Her hands grabbed his ass, her nail’s digging into the tight flesh of his backside.

She loved the feel of his ass under her fingers, the taut flex of his muscles under her palms. She couldn't help digging into it a little, squeezing his cheeks, pulling him towards her as she teased and played with him.

Alicia took her time, establishing a pace, taking him slowly time after time, teasing him with soft bites as she worked on him. Thomas gripped her hair tighter, his hand pressing her, urging and guiding her genteelly, directing her as he willed, she eagerly complying.

Soon his need overcame him and his other hand found her head. He held her in one place, taking command. He began to thrust, using her as he wished, her moans urging him on. Soon, she felt him swell even larger, and knew his time was close. Her hands flew to his cock, stroking him wildly twisting his flesh. Thomas let out a fierce moan while speaking her name, and his body shook, finally giving the release he needed above anything else. She held just the tip in her mouth, feeling the eruption of his orgasm. .

She loved the taste of him in her mouth, holding it, savouring it until she couldn't hold any more, then she swallowed reluctantly. She was secretly thrilled as he called her name, knowing she was at the for front of his mind just then, she was the one who held that coveted position.

He pulled on her hair, taking her away from her reward, then he bent down to give her a savage kiss, thrusting his tongue past her soft lips, to taste himself. They both moaned, enjoying themselves.

“Stand up” he ordered, after breaking their kiss.

He helped her to her feet, and hugged her close to him. His fingers found the bra clasp, and he fumbled for a bit before un-clasping and removing the frilly garment. With one hand behind her for support, he used his other hand to manhandle her firm breasts. He spent minutes squeezing them, feeling their weight, finding the dark nipples; he tugged and twisted them roughly, till she moaned again for his pleasure. Bending his head down, he ravished her nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth. He pulled her closer to him and sucked one very hard. He felt her grab his hair, holding him tight against her.

It took a special kind of man to flip her switches; more and more these days she found her comfort zone as Domme, but this man was finding and pushing each and every one she had, making her want to follow him and his direction, to submit, bind her will with his own. She willingly rose when he commanded, moving into his embrace, letting him unfasten her bra as she moaned softly. She whimpered as he attacked her nipples, pulling him closer together as her own needs swelled inside her.

He slid a hand down her, feeling her tight torso, his fingers exploring her as he went. She bucked hard against him as his hand slipped under her panties, finding her hooded clit. She spread her legs, allowing him easy access, eager for his touch. He took two fingers and roughly shoved them through her labia, sinking them deep into her hairless pussy. She shuddered submitting to his rough treatment.

A long low moan forced its way through her lips. “Please eat me” she begged.

He growled, then released her, reluctantly removing his fingers from her soaked pussy. He gave her clit a hard squeeze; she wailed and bucked wildly as an orgasm wracked her body. Thomas smiled. .

He turned her around and pushed her over, onto the bed, using his foot to spread her legs wide apart. Thomas knelt behind her and studied her in the soft light. His hands reached for her cheeks, and he worked them over hard, kneading them like dough, spreading them apart, he leaned forward and gave her asshole several hard licks. He smacked her ass hard, and she jumped, and moaned. She raised her ass higher, eager for more.

Alicia was coasting on a tide of pleasure, the hard smack to her ass only made her want to beg for more, but all she did was jump and moan, her raised ass silently pleading for his touch as she mewled her desire.

His lips found her clit and he sucked it, trying to nip it with his teeth. He pressed tight against her, and smacked her ass again. She squealed and a fresh gush of sweet juices soaked his face. His tongue lashed her soft mound, and then he shoved it as deep into her, burying his face against her. He ate her franticly, a man possessed. She was bucking against him, and moaning constantly, Tom reached up to grab a nipple, and he tugged it roughly. She came hard, grinding her sex against him.

She almost fell to the bed witht he force of her orgasm, only her will keeping her upright as she twitched with delightful aftershocks.

He gave her a few seconds to catch her breath, while he did the same. His hands roamed her body, feeling her supple skin, her soft curves. The came together on her bottom, and he worked her cheeks apart again. His tongue assaulted her asshole, being pressed against it firmly; he forced his way inside her, tasting her dark hole. She moaned and pushed back against him. His tongue worked its way inside and outside of her, rimming her rosebud, and thrusting deep over and over.

The feel of his tongue in her ass made her groan and push back toward him, her back arching as she forced more of her ass against his invading tongue. She thought he would fuck her then, she wanted it, craved it and then moaned with frustrated desire as he pulled away.

He pulled away from her, and barked an order. “Get up on the bed”

He left her, and walked over to a small table, Opening it he grabbed a hand flogger. He selected a thin vibrator and some lube, and then he dug in another drawer for some special short rope restraints he had made for his wife. Then he turned to look at Alicia. She was watching him smiling.

She climbed onto the bed, lying back, watching him with lust filled eyes as he walked around the room, her gaze moving up and down his body admiringly. She saw the items he'd selected and her smile only widened.

“Prepare woman, there will be little rest tonight.”

Arching a finely shaped brow in disbelief, Alicia raised her arms above her head and spread her legs. Her muscles were relaxed, if he wanted her in any other posiition she would move willingly, but she silently dared him to give her all he had. Her position screamed submission to his desires. She wanted it, would have it. The concept of little rest was really not an issue to her

link to Part 3
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[landiek]

Jada tried to consume the full meaning of the name but decided that it was more about the events then the person herself.

Jada found herself getting nervous as she was absorbed into the story of eroticism. Would she be able to be that obedient that she totally gave up herself?

Then she thought about what Mr Slade said.. expore her submissiveness. "Is that what ir means to be submissive.. to be subjected to torture and thrive for it, yearn to have it done on frequent basis?"

Then she remembered how she looked at him, that feeling of TAKE ME that flooded her insides.

"Maybe I am becoming like a fallen angel." Jada sniffled as she turned the page to ten.

 

[Jack_Slade]

“I do want to make some things very clear Mr. Slade. The debt owed is by me and me alone and not by anyone else from the Flannery Family. I will not dishonor my family by shifting the blame for my situation on them.”


"I know you have been told what I am, what I like, what I crave. I know you label me a pain slut. But, for me, it's more than just the pain Sir. This deep need, this gnawing hunger to be completely at the mercy of someone so strong, so sadistic that I am only an extension of his energy. The energy of the one Dominating who is using not only his physical strength but also his mental force."

Marlie suddenly looked up, realizing where her mind had gone, where her words were leading and the effect they were having on her body.

Gasping slightly, licking her lips to still their trembling, Marlie apologized.

“Forgive me please Sir. You brought me here to discuss the terms laid out by your uncle in his contract with my mother before they passed away. My mother never told me of the money she borrowed from your uncle to send me through University. I asked over and over again where the money came from and she always smiled and said it was from an anonymous friend of the family. Now I know, don’t I Sir?”

Marlie stood from the chair, head slightly lowered, her hands clasped behind her back demurely. She ached to touch the leather collar again but refrained. Without lifting her eyes to the tall man seated behind the imposing desk in front of her, Marlie answered calmly.

“I accept the position of House Slave and will answer to you Sir in all things until such time as this contract expires.”

Raising her eyes almost defiantly,

“Which will be in 23 months, 29 days and approximately 18 hours.”

Thomas was about to tell Marlie about the plans he had made for her, when he heard her speak defiantly about the contract. He saw the look in her eyes, the defiance.

"Stop Right There!" Thomas ordered.

He got up from behind his desk, and walked to wards the slave. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and forced her head back; to look into her eyes. He noticed that the look of defiance was being replace by one of fear.

"You will NOT show me disrespect in my house, slave. Your obligation and service to me can be revoked at the snap of my fingers. If that happens you will find yourself penniless, on the side of the road."

Thomas led the woman to a far wall in his office, near his back room. He took her to a picture, a duplicate of the one in his room, a picture of his late wife, taken after she had been whipped.

"slave, this is what happened to the last person that defied me, this picture is of my late slave, my wife. She took a lover without permission, behind my back, and she was punished for it, and for stealing company funds to allow the young man to flee."

"I have felt the power exchange you spoke of before, with her, that night. That night I also failed her as a Master, I let my husbands love for his wife cloud my judgment. "You can rest assured that I have no such feelings to wards you, Marlie, nor will I ever make that mistake again."

"In your service to me and the Inn, you will be kept in my set of suites, on the 3rd, floor. Kept next to the one possession I value most in life right now, my pet Twister. He will be placed under your charge, become your responsibility. The two of you will be the last thing I see at night, and the first thing I wake up to in the morning."

"Your job in the Inn will be as a piano player in the restaurant, from 6 pm to 10 pm Nightly. Because I cannot trust you to come to me to ask for a visit to the dungeon, to satisfy your desires, I have devised a method to check your mood for myself. While you are playing, you will sit on a special cushion embedded with tacks, If you sit still, they should not do you much harm, but if your ass looks like grated cheese afterwords, I will know what to do. You will be inspected nightly."

Thomas forced the young woman to look into his eyes.

"This is the last free choice you will have, Marlie, use it well. Now, do I throw your ass out on the street, or do you accept your obligation here at the Inn, given what I have just told you?"
.



Marlie turned to

 

[_kyrie_]

Marlie's response to Thomas

The swift mood change in Thomas Slade was more than frightening. Marlie gasped out loud when his strong hand twisted painfully in her hair, dragging her to the farthest wall in the room. Her eyes fixed on the picture of the beautiful young woman in the picture, kneeling, her bare back riveted with red, raised welts.

Thomas jerked Marlie’s head back, forcing her eyes to his while he spoke.

"This is the last free choice you will have, Marlie, use it well. Now, do I throw your ass out on the street, or do you accept your obligation here at the Inn, given what I have just told you?"

Marlie’s fear teetered then plunged into the depths of desire. The strong-hold in her hair, Thomas’ penetrating eyes, his complete focus on her with such demanding force; caused her knees to buckle beneath her.

A force stronger than her own coursed through her body, small shudders shook her graceful frame as she fought a loosing battle with her own determination to remain independent and free.

Marlie’s body made the choice for her, the violence of her reaction physically visible to Thomas.

With his hand still tangled tightly in her long hair, Marlie sank to her knees at his feet.

Thomas moved only slightly, pushing Marlie’s head down to the floor, placing her face upon the polished leather of his boot. Marlie kissed the tip of the solid boot with reverence, remaining in that position until Thomas relaxed his hold enough to allow her to sit back on her heels.

He waited expectantly, staring down at her from his full height.

Marlie tipped her head back, her long hair tumbling behind her, draped across the rounded cheeks of her bottom and falling to the floor around her feet.

She spoke the words softly, her glistening eyes still locked with his, his anger at her defiance still emanating from within him.

“I give you my word, Sir, that I will do my best to honor my debt not only to your uncle, but to you as well; in all things that I do for the next two years.”

Unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze any longer, Marlie bent forward, placing her head to the floor near his feet and waited.

 

[sexycaz22]

Gary massaging Eva's feet

Eva felt like she was in heaven as her feet were massaged by Gary. Gary have done really well, and she were amazed with how good he was at feet massaging.

First, Gary kissed each feet, and that pleased her, for that to Eva, it is a sign of thanking her for allowing him to massage her feet, and also a good sign of submission.

Then Gary took each foot in his hands, in turns, massaging everywhere there is on each foot, and Eva sighed, as she relaxed into the armchair.

"This position isn't quite as accommodating, but if you would allow us to move to the bed, I would be more than happy to continue."

Eva nodded slightly, "Yes, we may, help me up, please"

As Gary put his hands under her legs and arms, he lifted Eva, which surprised her, for that she was not used to being lifted in that way, and was not sure how to react. As they walked over to the bed, Eva asked; "How did you get good at feet massages?"

 

[LucianDevine]

Gary's continued interaction with Eva

Gary couldn't help but smile as he saw and felt Eva's responses to each of his knowing touches. He wasn't so much the kind of submissive that needed positive reinforcement, so much as the fact that he truly did enjoy and take pride in his submission. His hands had worked tirelessly on Eva's feet, without ever slacking in their steady pace or pressure.

"Yes, we may, help me up, please."

Gary quickly and eagerly rose from his position and moved quickly beside her. He then did something that was likely unexpected to her. Where as most submissives would have likely just offered a hand to her to help her stand, he decided on a different course of action. He had moved beside her, and one of his arms moved beneath her knees, as the other moved behind her neck. Gary then carefully, yet confidently lifted Eva into his arms, leaning her against his strong clothed chest as he did so. As he walked her over to the bed, her words sounded in his ears.

"How did you get good at feet massages?"

Gary smiled again as he settled her down on the bed, her head laying softly on a pillow. Gary then started to talk as he took a step backwards before turning away from her. Turning away from a domme without giving the step-back could lead to troubles, though doing so still didn't guarantee forgiveness. Gary hoped Eva's mood was good enough to allow him that much. He then walked to the closet, opening his mouth to speak as he did.

"I mentioned before that I have been a servant since I was fifteen. My parents loaned me out to their friends, mostly for household chores and whatnot, but they were all told that they could do with me as they chose. Many women, though all unique and different, have a love of being pampered. Almost every woman I was loaned to asked me to massage them in one way or another. Many of them preferred me rubbing their feet. I learned as I went, and soon found myself eagerly awaiting the next time I would be massaging somebody. If I weren't working here, I would likely go to school for massage therapy."

As Gary had been talking, he had opened the closet door and removed a large cylinder shaped cushion. He brought that back to the bed, and carefully bent Eva's knees, allowing him to slide it under them. He then turned to her once more, nodding his head in respect before speaking.

"I am yours to do with as you choose ma'am, is there anything specific you would like me to do for you or to you?"

Gary had still not climbed up on the bed, he simply stood beside it, his hands crossed in front of him, and his head bowed.

 

[sexycaz22]

Eva hearing on how Gary got experienced in foot massaging

Eva listened as Gary explained about his experiences as a servant at aged 15 years old, and how his parents loaned him out to different women, and how he pampered them. Foot massages were one of the things he have done, as she watched Gary walking over to the closet, and taking something out.

Eva saw that Gary took a cushion which looked like a tube and he put the cushion under Eva's back, which pleased her.

"I am yours to do with as you choose ma'am, is there anything specific you would like me to do for you or to you?" he asked, as he stood, with his arms crossed, and his head bowed, next to her bed.

Eva thought carefully as how she would use him for her pleasure and needs. Finally she decided, that she would want a tour of the Inn, properly, but before that she had to get ready.

"Gary, I think I would want to get ready, first, so why don't you go and run a bath for me, and then unpack the suitcases?" Eva told him, "then when the bath is ready, you are to bathe me, and wash my hair and then dry it out, I will tell you which outfit I am going to wear."

"Afterwards, I would like to be shown around the Inn, and especially I would like to see the dungeon," Eva said.

 

[landiek]

The night held vast dreams for Jada as the book filtered into her thoughts and her soft desires changed to ones filled with domination.

Jada come forward

Who is it?

Come forward and accept my gift

I don't understand Mister Slade?

I own you now Jada, the whip is your lover, come to me

Jada bolted off the bed and panted heavily as the dream scared her and excited her. She began to question how she came to such a moment in her life then she thought about how being around her employer made her breathe faster and feel the need to be closer to him.

"Maybe I should talk to him." Jada surmised and headed to the main building still dressed in her Daisy Duke shorts and tight fitting blouse.

As she strolled from one building to another she thought she heard voices in the hall near the office that she applied for her job from. She paused and dropped back in case there was another matter being resolved. In which she didn't want to intrude upon.

Jada drew back and lingered near the gardens wondering how she came to be considering the ideas in a book and talking to the very person that she dreamt about concerning these new ideas.

"Maybe it's a sign." Jada whispered as her heart started to pound faster.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Thomas, Marlie, and Jada.

Thomas took Marlie up to his suite on the 3rd. floor, and introduced her to his pet, Twister. he explained to the young woman how to care for the dog, his feeding times, and his walking schedule. Thomas left the two to get aquainted, and walked to the large window that overlooked the garden.

He noticed Jada standing in the gardens, and he admired her lovelyness. He had many plans for that young woman. Thomas turned away from the window, and walked back to his two pets.

"I see he likes you already. Let's take him outside, you should have some practice walking him first with me, marlie."

Thomas clipped a leash to the' dog, and he handed it to marlie. They both followed out the door, and down the elevator to the first floor. Once outside, they walked to the garden's, and Thomas was happy to see Jada still there. He instructed marlie to walk the dog for 30 minutes, then he walked over to Jada.

Hello Jada, are you enjoying the book that i gave you? He loved her smile. "Any questions so far?

 

[landiek]

"Hello Jada, are you enjoying the book that i gave you? "He loved her smile. "Any questions so far?

"Yes the book has been .. ummm very eye opening" Jada looked into his eyes with the sincerest smile she owned.

"there was a few things .. well.. I mean.. the .. well.. like beatings... I mean was that something she liked?" Making reference to the book about "O"

"I must have fallen asleep and found myself.. I thoug.." Gulping hard with a softer smile on her lips. "I thought you were calling me, Sir."

 

[_kyrie_]

Marlie and Twister and the Gardens

His response was unexpected. Again, the change of mood within him was startling. Thomas took Marlie to his suite on the third floor and introduced her to his dog, Twister. He gave strict, explicit instructions concerning the care, feeding and walking schedule of Twister and left to look out into the lush gardens from a small alcove just to the left of his bed.

“He noticed Jada standing in the gardens and he admired her loveliness. He had many plans for that young woman. Thomas turned away from the window, and walked back to his two pets. "I see he likes you already. Let's take him outside, you should have some practice walking him first with me, Marlie."

Thomas clipped a leash to the dog and he handed it to Marlie. They both followed him out the door and down the elevator to the first floor. Once outside, they walked to the gardens and Thomas was happy to see Jada still there. He instructed Marlie to walk the dog for 30 minutes, then he walked over to Jada.”

Marlie bent down and hugged the big yellow lab, scratching his head affectionately. Twister rubbed against her slender legs before heeding to the command of his Master to heel and be leashed. Marlie found herself still kneeling when Thomas bid she and Twister follow him.

Marlie and Twister followed Thomas into the gardens, walking just behind him as he had instructed. Thomas spoke to a very lovely young woman before dismissing Marlie to her duties. Marlie smiled tentatively at the young woman, but was sure it had gone unnoticed. The one he called Jada never looked away from Thomas, even while Thomas gave his command to Marlie to take Twister for a walk.

Twister and Marlie walked through the maze of beautiful gardens, both enjoying the fresh, clean air and the freedom of the outdoors. Twister was very obedient, never pulling on the leash or barking at the myriad of birds that swooped down to drink from the various ponds and fountains dotting the immense landscape.

With a thrill of delight, Marlie found a well tended greenhouse near a crystal clear pond. The door was unlocked, the smell from within intoxicating and inviting. Marlie and Twister entered the greenhouse quietly, taking care not to touch any of the fragile, thriving plants within.

The smell of gardenia caught and held Marlie’s attention. She walked reverently towards the bushy, green plant that bore what seemed to be hundreds of gardenia blossoms.

With a sigh of delight, Marlie bent and inhaled the luscious sweetness of its scent.

“Mmm, Twister, this is my most favorite flower in all the world. Can you smell it with your doggy nose?”

Marlie almost giggled with delight at the look of consternation on Twister’s face. As though he understood her but certainly could not see or smell anything that would bring such delight to another.

Gauging the time, Marlie decided it was time to return. Although she did not wear a watch, she was usually very good at guessing the span of time as it passed.

Marlie and Twister left the greenhouse the way they had come in, closing the door firmly behind them. Marlie allowed Twister to slurp some water from the pond before returning through the maze of flowers in the direction of Thomas Slade’s voice.

Marlie hesitated a moment, not sure if she should interrupt or wait out of sight. He had said to take 30 minutes and she was sure it was time for her return.

Slipping along the path quietly, Marlie entered just within site of Thomas and sank to her knees. Twister sat down to her left, resting his head in her lap and waited patiently with her to be noticed.

The sound of his deep voice was strong and clear as he spoke to Jada. Marlie allowed her mind to wander while she waited.

Her fingers itched to begin practicing on the piano Mr. Slade had ordered. She had not seen it yet, but he had told her that it would be delivered sometime today. Her mind tumbled over musical interludes as though her hands were already caressing the keys of the newly delivered piano.

She had already chosen the song she would perform on her first night and ran over the lyrics of, “I Surrender,” in her mind.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Thomas, Jada, and Marlie

Yes the book has been .. ummm very eye opening" Jada looked into his eyes with the sincerest smile she owned.


Thomas smiled as he listened to the young woman. She was so innocent, so full of potential, it would be a pleasure to guide her down the path of submission.

"there was a few things .. well.. I mean.. the .. well.. like beatings... I mean was that something she liked?" Making reference to the book about "O"

"Well Jada, I think in O's case she had such a strong desire to please her new Master, Sir Stephen, that she was willing to accept anything he asked of her, regardless of how she liked it"

"Given that, O also discovers the need that she has for such treatment, it is a part of her nature, and later in the book she will prove that by ordering Sir Stephan's house servant to whip her, so a young suitor can be shown her true desires."

"Jada, you will find there are many paths to submission, and there are an equal number of Masters who Can take you down those paths. Some may enjoy bondage, or strict discipline, others could be sadists who love to use extreme force; tortures if you will, to accomplish their goal. A good person to talk to about something like that would be the young lady you just meet, Marlie. She can give you a submissive view on this, better than I can" he said with a laugh.

"I must have fallen asleep and found myself.. I thoug.." Gulping hard with a softer smile on her lips. "I thought you were calling me, Sir."

Thomas smiled hearing this. There will be many opportunity's for me to call on you Jada, I have a feeling we will enjoy each others company very much."

"I intend to explore many things with you, and together we shall explore your submission. We will always discuss things in advance, there will be no surprises thrown at you, and everything will progress at a pace you are comfortable with."

"Once you have found your true desires, then you can look ahead for someone to give you submission to, be it me, or another, or possibly a woman. You will know in your heart what is the right thing to do. and who shall accept your gift."

Thomas noticed that Marlie had returned, and she knelt at a discreet distance, awaiting his command. Thomas walked Jada over to the woman and his pet.

"Marlie, please stand," he watched as the Young woman rose to her feet. "For future reference, please do not kneel out door's or on the first floor of the Inn, unless someone specifically requests you to do so, pet it is just that we have vanilla guests here who might not understand your reasons for doing so"

Thomas turned to Jada, "Forgive me for not introducing you earlier. Jada, this is Marlie, she is the Inn's 'house slave' and under employment for the next two years."

"Marlie, this is Jada Rose, a new hire to the company, and someone who is just starting down the path toward's discovering her submissive desires. Jada has many questions to ask, and I would like the two of you to discuss in general terms what your submission means to you. Oh, and I'll take Twister off your hands now" Thomas said with a smile.

"Have fun, you two" Thomas remarked with a smile as he left the two women together.

 

[landiek]

"Well Jada, I think in O's case she had such a strong desire to please her new Master, Sir Stephen, that she was willing to accept anything he asked of her, regardless of how she liked it

Given that, O also discovers the need that she has for such treatment, it is a part of her nature, and later in the book she will prove that by ordering Sir Stephan's house servant to whip her, so a young suitor can be shown her true desires."

Jada listened closely to his assessment of the book. Still it gave her chills to think of anyone wanting to be whipped thus giving her a fearful approach to the sheer level of desire.

"Jada, you will find there are many paths to submission, and there are an equal number of Masters who Can take you down those paths. Some may enjoy bondage, or strict discipline, others could be sadists who love to use extreme force; tortures if you will, to accomplish their goal. A good person to talk to about something like that would be the young lady you just meet, Marlie. She can give you a submissive view on this, better than I can"

Jada nodded still looking in his eyes. It was almost trance stare that pulled her thoughts to the dream she had. How she found herself drawn back to her employer.

" There will be many opportunity's for me to call on you Jada, I have a feeling we will enjoy each others company very much."

"Exploring my submissiveness.." Jada whispered softly as the moment made total sense to her now. How she found the very place that could open her eyes to some of the feelings she had to please without fruitful results Could it be that she found her place in life for happiness?

"I intend to explore many things with you, and together we shall explore your submission. We will always discuss things in advance, there will be no surprises thrown at you, and everything will progress at a pace you are comfortable with."

Jada found herself fully listening to every word, locked to the sound of his voice that despite the seriousness of topic. Her eyes sparkling as the prospect was becoming apparent to the lifestyle she merely read about a few hours ago.

"Once you have found your true desires, then you can look ahead for someone to give you submission to, be it me, or another, or possibly a woman. You will know in your heart what is the right thing to do. and who shall accept your gift."

"A woman?" Jada blinked. The spell seemed broken as she became aware they were not alone as she originally thought. A blush came over her cheeks as she walked with Mr' Slade to the young woman.

"Marlie, please stand," he watched as the Young woman rose to her feet. "For future reference, please do not kneel out door's or on the first floor of the Inn, unless someone specifically requests you to do so, pet it is just that we have vanilla guests here who might not understand your reasons for doing so"

Jada looked at the young face and tried gauging whether the woman was pleased in this job or not. Jada noticed the faint smell of flowers that lingered about the woman standing.

"Forgive me for not introducing you earlier. Jada, this is Marlie, she is the Inn's 'house slave' and under employment for the next two years."

"Hello Marlie." Jada offered her hand and smiled.

"Marlie, this is Jada Rose, a new hire to the company, and someone who is just starting down the path toward's discovering her submissive desires. Jada has many questions to ask, and I would like the two of you to discuss in general terms what your submission means to you. Oh, and I'll take Twister off your hands now"

It was when the leash exchanged hands that she noticed the dog and grinned. Jada loved playing tug of war with dogs since they weren't disappointed to win most of the time and wasn't dishearted over a frown.

"Have fun, you two"

Jada turned and watched Mr. Slade walk away so turned to Marlie and walked to a small bench. "How do you know the full extent of submissiveness and is being a house slave a level of proof of your submissiveness or something else?"

 

[_kyrie_]

Marlie answers Jada's questions.

Marlie blushed, deeply affected by Thomas’ slight reprimand for kneeling out in the open. In truth, kneeling came so naturally to Marlie, that she often forgot there were others, or vanilla’s as they were sometimes called, around.

Marlie extended her hand in greeting as well, noting the delicacy and youth of Jada’s skin. Again, lingering momentarily over the young woman’s hand, Marlie felt Jada’s exuberant innocent and the growing energy forming within her that could only be the beginning formation of a slave heart.

Marlie stepped back, allowing Jada to be seated on the iron bench first before slipping in beside her.

"How do you know the full extent of submissiveness and is being a house slave a level of proof of your submissiveness or something else?" Jada asked.

Marlie liked Jada instantly, her forthrightness and her lack of inhibition displayed by her direct questions caused Marlie’s lips to curve upward in a friendly smile.

“Mmm, I will try to answer your questions as best I can Jada.”

Still smiling, Marlie turned the full extent of her gaze towards the young girl.

“I can only give you answers as they relate directly to me Jada. Each person, whether Dominant or submissive, Master or slave or any number of descriptive labels and titles that can be found within this LifeStyle, is different and each will have a different answer for you.”

Marlie tucked her slender legs beneath her, rearranging her wispy dress around her before she continued.

“For me, I do not believe that one can ever know the full extent of their submissiveness. In that, one is always learning, always taking the opportunity to learn. Just as in other aspects of life, if a submissive ceases to learn and to grow, then they become stagnant and wither, die. There is no ‘ultimate goal’ or ‘final level’ of submissiveness, it just is.

Where you are in your journey today is where you should be, but it is different from where you will be tomorrow or the day after. Just as it will be different for me.”

Marlie took a breath, watching the girl’s face closely to see if she understood. Feeling as though she did, Marlie continued quietly.

“There is no “proof” of your submissiveness and there should be no one to demand proof either. Your actions, your movements, your voice, your entire being radiates the essence of your being, which is that of a submissive.

Within this LifeStyle, at least for me, there is no competition as to who can be the best slave or the most valued submissive. Each person, male or female, has their own unique qualities. Something that makes, or will make them special to a Dominant or possibly more than one Dominant.

A gift, if you will, that will resonate within the soul of the One that chooses you one day. Or the One you choose.”

Marlie smiled, laughing softly.

“Of course, should a Dominant hear you say that you chose Him or Her, well, let’s just say the idea would probably not be well received.

There is no need to prove whom you are as a submissive Jada. There are no levels to attain, only lessons to learn. I am a house slave here, in service to Thomas Slade and the Red Rose Inn through an arrangement that was made between Mr. Slade and myself. It was not made to prove anything to anyone, it just is.

As to whether or not I am happy with it, again, it just is. However, if you had asked if I am happy being a slave, then I would answer with a very hearty, yes!”

Marlie laughed her soft laugh again and hugged her new young friend. Waiting expectantly for more questions and suddenly realizing, she was looking forward to them.

 

[LucianDevine]

Gary's continued interaction with Eva

"Gary, I think I would want to get ready, first, so why don't you go and run a bath for me, and then unpack the suitcases?" Eva told him, "then when the bath is ready, you are to bathe me, and wash my hair and then dry it out, I will tell you which outfit I am going to wear. Afterwards, I would like to be shown around the Inn, and especially I would like to see the dungeon."

Gary waited patiently as Eva spoke, taking note of everything she said. He had long since learned, that even when they seemed almost done, that it was best to wait a little longer. Some people didn't respond too well to a submissive interrupting them. Once he was sure she was done, he simply nodded, offering up a simple, "As you wish ma'am."

Gary then walked towards Eva's luggage. She didn't have too much stuff, just two large suitcases. Gary picked picked them up and moved towards the closet. Gary then lowered himself to one knee, unzipping each of the suitcases. The first suitcase was filled with generally "vanilla" clothing, several dresses of various colors and lengths, though he noticed that she had no underwear. The other suitcase however, was anything but "vanilla". In it was a small variety of fiberglass canes, assumably her proffered lengths. Gary gave them a brief look over. Most of them were of sizes that would be easy enough to handle, but one particular was far thinner than the rest. He swallowed hard as he saw it, but quickly let his gaze wander over the rest of the suitcases contents. In addition to the canes there was a flogger, a small hand paddle that had a large striking surface, ensuring it struck the recipient's ass fully.

Also in the suitcase was a full domme outfit, complete with what would be a tight black leather corset, knee-high black lace-up leather boots with a four inch heel. The sight of it combined with the thought of Eva in it sent a surge right to Gary's cock. Gary gave the contents a quick glance over once more, estimating how long it would take him to unpack it all and put it all in the closet. The Red Rose Inn was used to having long-term visitors, so their closets were large and spacious.

Once Gary was sure he would have enough time, he rose to his feet and walked in to the bathroom. He moved quickly over to the large jacuzzi and turned on the taps, adjusting the flow and temperature. He then quickly exited and moved back to his other task. Gary was quick, yet very careful with all of Eva's "vanilla" dresses, making sure they were all hung up quickly, while ensuring they weren't wrinkled or creased. Once those were down, he pushed that suitcase under the bed and turned to the other. His body was practically on auto-pilot at this point as he pulled it towards him. He quickly hung up the domme outfit, putting the boots right. He moved just as quickly with the canes, setting them up on one of the side shelves, ensuring that they were in order by length on the shelf with the handle facing towards him. The flogger and paddle were placed just below the canes.

Once Gary was finished, he pushed the other suitcase under the bed and bent himself at the waist, easing his arms under Eva's head and knees once more. He then lifted her once more into his arms, effortlessly bearing her weight up and across the room and into the bathroom. Once there, he set Eva down on her feet, and smiled as he turned to the jacuzzi, seeing that he had timed it near perfectly. After closing the door, he turned to back to Eva. Gary moved around behind her, and grasped hold of the zipper. Gary eased it down and sighed softly as the dress fell off of the lovely woman, pooling at her feet. The sight of her, even from behind had a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants.

Gary then moved around Eva once more, averting his gaze from her, just in case. He quickly turned off the taps and offered his hand to Eva. His gaze took in her beautiful form. Her nipples were still erect, topping her small and shapely breasts. Her pussy was completely void of hair, and he shivered with the sight of her. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Gary helped Eva into the jacuzzi, knowing that the water was hot enough to pinken the skin, but not too hot. Gary then took a step back from Eva, bowing his head as he quickly removed his clothes. The interesting thing though, was that where most people removed their shirts first, Gary was peculiar in that he removed his pants first, and then his boxers. His cock was proportionate to his body, and was standing fully erect at ten inches long, with a two inch girth.

Gary then bowed his head as he prepared to ease his shirt over his head, knowing that Eva's gaze was on him. He sighed softly in almost defeat as he lifted it free, blushing as he did so. Gary's body was one to be proud of, layered with muscle, with firmly established six-pack abs. Gary couldn't be sure if Eva noticed, but with the mirror directly behind him, it would be hard for her not to see the many scars that crisscrossed his broad back. Gary bowed his head once more as he moved to step into the jacuzzi with Eva, lowering himself to sitting across from her. He moved to grab the washcloth and the soap, but hesitated in his duties, waiting for the question he knew was coming.

 

[landiek]

“Mmm, I will try to answer your questions as best I can Jada.”

"Thank you," Jada whispered as she focused her full attention on Marlie.

“I can only give you answers as they relate directly to me Jada. Each person, whether Dominant or submissive, Master or slave or any number of descriptive labels and titles that can be found within this Lifestyle, is different and each will have a different answer for you.”

"But you know which one is meant for you, right?" Jada interjected hastily.

“For me, I do not believe that one can ever know the full extent of their submissiveness. In that, one is always learning, always taking the opportunity to learn. Just as in other aspects of life, if a submissive ceases to learn and to grow, then they become stagnant and wither, die. There is no ‘ultimate goal’ or ‘final level’ of submissiveness, it just is."

Jada nodded feeling a little more secure about discovering what submission was for herself.

"Where you are in your journey today is where you should be, but it is different from where you will be tomorrow or the day after. Just as it will be different for me.”

Jada nodded again understanding that it all depends on the individual.

“There is no “proof” of your submissiveness and there should be no one to demand proof either. Your actions, your movements, your voice, your entire being radiates the essence of your being, which is that of a submissive."

"Then how come it is apparent.. Like Mister Slade knew.. when I didn't."

"Within this Lifestyle, at least for me, there is no competition as to who can be the best slave or the most valued submissive. Each person, male or female, has their own unique qualities. Something that makes, or will make them special to a Dominant or possibly more than one Dominant. "

Jada realized that she could never compete with Marlie.. experience would have to make her more desirable, yet it was the diversity that made each unique. "Have you been favored by more then one?"

"A gift, if you will, that will resonate within the soul of the One that chooses you one day. Or the One you choose.”

"Have you chosen someone, Marlie?" Jada eyes were wide as she asked softly.

“Of course, should a Dominant hear you say that you chose Him or Her, well, let’s just say the idea would probably not be well received."

"Would you get in trouble? Or would they disown you?" Jada asked trying to stay in the preception of the subject.

"There is no need to prove whom you are as a submissive Jada. There are no levels to attain, only lessons to learn. I am a house slave here, in service to Thomas Slade and the Red Rose Inn through an arrangement that was made between Mr. Slade and myself. It was not made to prove anything to anyone, it just is. "

Jada found herself questioning how it was between herself and Mister Slade or an inkling of what to expect.

"As to whether or not I am happy with it, again, it just is. However, if you had asked if I am happy being a slave, then I would answer with a very hearty, yes!”

"So there is a form of happiness but it is on my own preception of happiness that matters?"

Jada looked to the doors to the hall then asked. "Why was it wrong to kneel? What's wrong with vanilla? What flavor is it otherwise?"