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I'd love to know how this little drabble of mine strikes people, and if you'd be inclined to read the expanded story based on it, and this: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7112351/1/Ritual, alone. Here's the drabble, it's untitled.
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The noblewoman surveyed her apartments with a critical eye.
"They're still not clean enough. Again, " she ordered the young servant, pointing to an invisible spot on the floor.
With a resigned sigh, a bow, and a "Yes, mistress, " the bone-weary maiden began scrubbing again. Her hands and knees were rubbed raw from it, and she couldn't help wincing when she moved.
A smile, a cruel one, lifted the lips of the lady of the house. "That's better. No, wait...Get that spot over there, girl." A flick of her wrist indicated where she wanted her - the motion reminded the girl, eerily, of someone using a switch.
With her thoughts slowly turning elsewhere - certainly nowhere near her constantly-absent, always demanding husband - she watched the girl work, considerably more concerned with how her clothes moved around her rough body than how clean her floor was.
She rested her chin in a well-kept hand, careful to keep her sumptuous kimono out of the way. She was enjoying this, as she always did - she understood very well, however, that their servants loathed her. Her own maidservants especially, for she was never satisfied, working them to the bone, sometimes ending it with punishment even if the job had been done to perfection. And she always watched.
"I need to go check on the accounts, " she said when she had had enough, as though talking to air. She left the hall, indeed to go check on accounts, although they were not her husband's. They were hers, and she needed to make sure she could still easily cover and hide tonight's upcoming excursion. If she couldn't, the maidservants would feel it instead of the delightful new girl she was planning to hire for the third time.
The young woman excited her, and her honesty was refreshing. She was getting better, too, at what her customer wanted, and was quick to please, despite the fire in her eyes. She would bring her here, she thought, to avoid liability; she never hired the same girl more than twice, and switched pleasure houses constantly so that recognition would be dubious at best. This one, however, struck her differently. And despite her best efforts, she felt attachment blooming. Attachment stemming from the girl seeming to want her attention and her sexual taboos, no matter how sadistic she could be, and from her, secretly, wanting the girl's, seeing easily that she trusted very, very few.
She simply hoped that the nine-pronged whip she hid in her apartments wouldn't scare her off...
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Thank you for your time!
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The noblewoman surveyed her apartments with a critical eye.
"They're still not clean enough. Again, " she ordered the young servant, pointing to an invisible spot on the floor.
With a resigned sigh, a bow, and a "Yes, mistress, " the bone-weary maiden began scrubbing again. Her hands and knees were rubbed raw from it, and she couldn't help wincing when she moved.
A smile, a cruel one, lifted the lips of the lady of the house. "That's better. No, wait...Get that spot over there, girl." A flick of her wrist indicated where she wanted her - the motion reminded the girl, eerily, of someone using a switch.
With her thoughts slowly turning elsewhere - certainly nowhere near her constantly-absent, always demanding husband - she watched the girl work, considerably more concerned with how her clothes moved around her rough body than how clean her floor was.
She rested her chin in a well-kept hand, careful to keep her sumptuous kimono out of the way. She was enjoying this, as she always did - she understood very well, however, that their servants loathed her. Her own maidservants especially, for she was never satisfied, working them to the bone, sometimes ending it with punishment even if the job had been done to perfection. And she always watched.
"I need to go check on the accounts, " she said when she had had enough, as though talking to air. She left the hall, indeed to go check on accounts, although they were not her husband's. They were hers, and she needed to make sure she could still easily cover and hide tonight's upcoming excursion. If she couldn't, the maidservants would feel it instead of the delightful new girl she was planning to hire for the third time.
The young woman excited her, and her honesty was refreshing. She was getting better, too, at what her customer wanted, and was quick to please, despite the fire in her eyes. She would bring her here, she thought, to avoid liability; she never hired the same girl more than twice, and switched pleasure houses constantly so that recognition would be dubious at best. This one, however, struck her differently. And despite her best efforts, she felt attachment blooming. Attachment stemming from the girl seeming to want her attention and her sexual taboos, no matter how sadistic she could be, and from her, secretly, wanting the girl's, seeing easily that she trusted very, very few.
She simply hoped that the nine-pronged whip she hid in her apartments wouldn't scare her off...
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Thank you for your time!
