Dominance

[slippedhalo]

OOC: I am looking to start a thread with one Master for my character and myself as the head sub. I am his sub but the other girls in the thread (as many as I see fit) are submissive to me as well as to my Master but are mostly peers to one another.

This will take place in a mansion, manner-house on an island where there are very few inhabitants but the owner (our Master) his friends or relatives in their own manners, and
the help; servants (paid natives, not sexually used) from a neighboring island and
the slaves; unpaid, existing for the wants and needs of her Master.

PM me if you are interested. I am only taking one male for now and all manner of subserviant females are welcome.

My character: Aria
Age: 30
Hair color: Red, and she has a strip of auburn below as well
Eye color: green
Height: 5'3
Sexual preference: bi-sexual


Aria has been in Master's house for almost fiveyears now. She has been his slave longest and that is what has given her the place of Honored Head Slave. To the other girls she is Mistress Aria. But, her Master calls her any number of things...

 

[slippedhalo]

*bump*

 

[slippedhalo]

*bump again*

 

[Jack_Slade]

pm sent

 

[slippedhalo]

OOC: Jack, you couldn't resist testing me, could you? EVERYONE please pm me if you are interested. Posting in the thread before given permission is not acceptable.

 

[slippedhalo]

OOC:
Congratulations, chronicle_tenko!

You have been chosen to be the Master in this thread.
Please don't make me regret that decision. I hope you can make me proud to be your sub.

Thanks to the rest of the people who applied for the position. It was a tough decision making process and was a very close call.

 

[psyren]

OOC:
Name: Fleur
Height: 5'6"
Age: 19
Hair: long black curls
Appearance: Spanish features, pale skin and green eyes, curvy with strong muscled legs, former dancer
Personality: witty, compassionate, quirky and a little arrogant with a love of laughter
IC:
Fleur's long dark curly hair was the only thing that covered her pale body as she stood inspecting herself in the full length mirror that graced the room she and another girl had been given by her mistress and master. The woman in the mirror was young, with full pale breasts, a flat stomach that glinted from a small green jewel, narrow waist that flared into full hips, and long strong legs. Her pale body was carefully maintained and hairless other than the wavy black locks that fell past her waist, and the woman obviously found herself pleasing to look at as she studied herself in the mirror.

Not to say that Fleur was overly obsessed with her own appearance. No she loved to look at all sorts of beautiful things. She soon moved from the mirror and to a small window seat, from which she could view the outside with an even more intense admiration. As she moved to the seat and curled up on it, small green bells tinkled at her wrists and ankles. She loved wearing the bells, hearing the pleasant music she could make by the simplest of movements.

They tinkled now, as she stretched out on her flat stomach and stared out the window awaiting orders or summons from her mistress or master. As she contemplated the beautiful scenery, the young woman's long legs kicked idly, bending up from the knees and causing the bells to tinkle as she moved them almost unconsciously as she stared outside, lost soon in thought.

Her green eyes took on a dreamy look, darkening as she soon no longer saw the view outside, but other things. A dreamy smile curved her full mouth as she daydreamed, her feet still kicking over her round white bottom as she contemplated all kinds of things that brought an occasional soft laugh from her lips.

(ooc, I hope this is ok. You said to post.)

 

[YoungLisa]

OOC

My character: Meleena
Age: 18
Hair color: Naturally blonde
Eye color: Brown
Body: Tall, athletic.
Character Tom Boy. Always into scrapes and fights not only with other girls but with men as well.
Sexual preference: Virgin. Never been kissed by man or woman but curious.

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IC

Meleena was an only child who had been brought up the hard way. Her father had always resented her for not being a son and as his wife died in childbirth she was blamed for that as well.

To try to compensate for her position Meleena had always tried to be more boyish than girlie but even that didn’t please her father. When she was fifteen her father has died of a heart attack. Meleena should have been sent her only other relative a very strict puritanical aunt who would pay for her upbringing with the proceeds from the sale of the house.

Meleena did not want this to happen so ran away before the authorities could call. Using her sheer strength of character and athletic prowess she embarked on a life of petty crime. Sleeping rough she was always one step ahead of the drug gangs and the law until one fateful day when she was finally captured by the authorities and placed in a young offender’s institution.

In the institution she soon established herself as one of the most agile and strong youngsters they had ever seen. She bowed to no boy or girl and was soon “Top Dog”.

Just before her eighteenth birthday Meleena was summoned before the institution governor and told that she would be released into the community on her birthday. She was warned that any further trouble would attract a prison sentence and told she had an opportunity to build a new life if she would only agree to go and live with her aunt.

She pretended to agree but had already made plans of her own. In the institution common room was a flyer announcing work for young girls in a manor house on Cashew Island, a small three mile long island in the south pacific. The flyer spoke of work as a maid, or a domestic with the prospects of other work if successful. For more information an applicant should contact Aria on a toll free number.

Using her usual stealth Meleena made her way to the senior guard’s office while she was on patrol and telephoned the number giving details of her age, experience etc. It was agreed that she would be met outside the institution on her release.

The following day Meleena left the institution with nothing but her shirt, jeans and boots. She was waiting outside when to her amazement a limousine pulled up, the door opened and Meleena was invited to get in. Looking inside she saw a very attractive red headed woman sitting in the back seat a glass of white wine in her hands. “Hi, you must be Aria” said Meleena as she climbed into the car.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Johnathon Darby

OOC
Johnathon Darby
37
6'1
170 lbs
Short wavy brown hair
Golden colored eyes.

John Darby is the owner of numerous construction development, demolition and transport services all throughout Canada and North America, he recently became an accredited liquid billionaire and thusly retired from public life, buying a small island off the pacific coast near B.C. in the North Pacific. The weather along is mostly tropical in nature and only a few months out of the year are there heavy rainstorms, so he lives there the majority.

He bought the mansion he lives in to be away from the public eye and indulge himself in the hedonistic BDSM lifestyle he craved since his early adult years.
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Donovan has been Lord Darby's butler as long as the man had been a man. Some 21 years now he expected with breaks during his university years. Today was no real different than any other save that the mistress of the house was not present. She'd gone to personally handle and meet a prospective new slave. this left the matter of master's 'Good morning' to Fluer who herself was not quite up and about. Donovan knocked her door. Knock Knock

"Miss Fleur it is my duty to inform you that it is 9 of the A.M. and master's breakfast is ready, it is your job this morning to bring it to him and give him a 'Good Morning' waking. Do recall that this is how he chooses to greet his day so be prepared, and give your all to his service." Donovan set up the tray, outside her door containing a number of foods, sadly some of which were as like as not to be ignored rather than eaten. A scrambled vegetarian and mushroom omelet, chunks of pineapple, and strawberries with peach cream were but a few of the dishes, along with fresh coffee.

"And I'd hurry miss you know how he hates to sleep in."

 

[slippedhalo]

OOC

My character: Meleena
Age: 18
Hair color: Naturally blonde
Eye color: Blue
Body: Tall, athletic.
Character Tom Boy. Always into scrapes and fights not only with other girls but with men as well.
Sexual preference: Virgin. Never been kissed by man or woman but curious.

IC

Meleena was an only child who had been brought up the hard way. Her father had always resented her for not being a son and as his wife died in childbirth she was blamed for that as well.

To try to compensate for her position Meleena had always tried to be more boyish than girlie but even that didn’t please her father. When she was fifteen her father has died of a heart attack. Meleena should have been sent her only other relative a very strict puritanical aunt who would pay for her upbringing with the proceeds from the sale of the house.

Meleena did not want this to happen so ran away before the authorities could call. Using her sheer strength of character and athletic prowess she embarked on a life of petty crime. Sleeping rough she was always one step ahead of the drug gangs and the law until one fateful day when she was finally captured by the authorities and placed in a young offender’s institution.

In the institution she soon established herself as one of the most agile and strong youngsters they had ever seen. She bowed to no boy or girl and was soon “Top Dog”.

Just before her eighteenth birthday Meleena was summoned before the institution governor and told that she would be released into the community on her birthday. She was warned that any further trouble would attract a prison sentence and told she had an opportunity to build a new life if she would only agree to go and live with her aunt.

She pretended to agree but had already made plans of her own. In the institution common room was a flyer announcing work for young girls in a manor house on Cashew Island, a small three mile long island in the south pacific. The flyer spoke of work as a maid, or a domestic with the prospects of other work if successful. For more information an applicant should contact Aria on a toll free number.

Using her usual stealth Meleena made her way to the senior guard’s office while she was on patrol and telephoned the number giving details of her age, experience etc. It was agreed that she would be met outside the institution on her release.

The following day Meleena left the institution with nothing but her shirt, jeans and boots. She was waiting outside when to her amazement a limousine pulled up, the door opened and Meleena was invited to get in. Looking inside she saw a very attractive red headed woman sitting in the back seat a glass of white wine in her hands. “Hi, you must be Aria” said Meleena as she climbed into the car.

Aria looked up expectantly as she watched the girl enter the limosine. She was full of false self-confidence, likely a facade hiding much doubt and confusion. Aria knew she could use that to her advantage in molding this young one into a very apt sub.

The girl was certainly attractive. Her taste in clothing was sorely lacking but it was obvious she'd never been educated in such things. Aria would take care of that as well. And, if this one wasn't a good candidate for a sub, she could always make herself useful in the kitchen or gardens as a servant to the mannor.

"I am indeed Aria," she said, as the car began it's motion toward the nearby airport. Aria watched her intently, not bothering to extend her hand for a shake. She busied herself with her wine and eyed Meleena appreciatively. "Meleena...you look to me more like a Lily, Bluebelle, or a Petal...you have a very floral aura to you despite your attempts to cover it all with bruises and dirt. Do you like confrontation? Do you enjoy it when someone you've confronted gets a good whack in?"

 

[YoungLisa]

"I am indeed Aria," she said, as the car began it's motion toward the nearby airport. Aria watched her intently, not bothering to extend her hand for a shake. She busied herself with her wine and eyed Meleena appreciatively. "Meleena...you look to me more like a Lily, Bluebelle, or a Petal...you have a very floral aura to you despite your attempts to cover it all with bruises and dirt. Do you like confrontation? Do you enjoy it when someone you've confronted gets a good whack in?"

“O Yes, I enjoy it” said Meleena with a determined look in her face and almost a spark of challenge in her eyes “it makes for a good confrontation when someone has the courage to fight back.” She looked for a reply, but received none so she continued “I have had to look after myself and no one, male or female has ever got the better of me in anything. Even when I was arrested it took six cops to hold me down. A lot of the girls in the nick used their charms on men and women to get their way. Not me, I used craft and physical strength and no one has defeated me. Ever!”

Meleena hoped she had already laid down some ground rules for their relationship. She had never met anyone like Aria before and wanted to get the better of her. Then she noticed that the limousine was approaching a private airfield. “I can’t travel today” she said “I don’t have a passport.” With that she looked Aria straight in the eyes and said “It’s my birthday today. I’m eighteen. I’ll have a glass of your wine.”

 

[slippedhalo]

Aria laughed, a musical sound but almost chilling as it appeared she found this girl to be less than funny and more annoying. She fixed a businesslike expression onto her beautiful face and shook her head as a teacher does to a naughty pupil. "The passport has been taken care of already. And...I must say I hope you don't intend to take that challenging attitude to work with you. The people who go the furthest in my household are the ones who know their place and can learn to be respectful, toward myself and especially toward the Master of the house." Trailing off, Aria, toyed a moment with the hem of her skirt, looking back up her expression had softened a bit, "Happy birthday lovely Petal...You have not yet earned any wine. But, I can see about letting you have a glass of water.

She leaned forward, as the intensity of the moment increased, "Now, it's your choice. You can get on the plane with me and start a whole new life. One where, if you're smart and listen to me carefully, you can indeed rise to such ranks as to never have to worry about finding work or money again. Or we can part ways now. I won't bother you and you won't bother me again. I'll get on my plane and you'll be dropped off at the nearest bus station."

Her eyes bore no refusal as she said in an impartial and cold tone, "You have a decison to make girl. Make it now."

 

[YoungLisa]

Meleena smiled back holding Aria’s gaze and loving the challenge. She had learned so much in her eighteen years and one of her greatest lessons was never to show fear. Leaning back she looked for any chink she could find in Aria’s armour, but could find none. By now the limousine was approaching a large private jet on which her journey, if she took it, would continue. Still studying Aria’s face she smiled again. Maybe she would be able to set Aria and the Master against each other when she arrived at the island. One of her old tricks was to set her enemies at each other’s throats.

The car came to a halt and looking hard at Arial Melissa said “OK, I’ll board the plane. What have I got to lose?” Still waiting for a response that never came she sought to lighten the conversation “I expect a birthday surprise when we get there!” With those words she sat back waiting for the chauffer to open the car door and help her out. When after a minute the doors remained shut she looked at Ariel and said “You can’t get the staff these days can you love?” Lowering the car window she saw the chauffer and shouted “Oi! Mush! Open this door and get us on that plane!”

 

[slippedhalo]

Aria watched the girl and said in a very hard, maternal tone, "My dear, we are not rude to the staff. They get paid to help us and we are grateful for their service. Now, if you ever get to work in the house you will learn to be respectful, to all human beings. But, for now I think your common, street-trash manners are better suited to the compost heap in the back of the garden. That is where you'll be put to use. Are you still interested? If so, you'll adjust your tone and apologize to the driver and to me for the embarrassment. We'll get onto the plane and you'll not say another word until we get to the house. If you do I will have you sent back to the nothing you come from. Understood?"

 

[YoungLisa]

Meleena knew she had a fight on her hands, but nothing she felt she couldn’t handle. Secretly she respected Aria, a woman in control of her own destiny, a woman she could learn from, but above all a woman she wanted to conquer. One day she would be mistress and then she would make her grovel, beg her for forgiveness.

Where her peers had read romantic novels and love stories in magazines Meleena had read adventure stories, war stories and had studied the great generals. She knew that sometimes a retreat was but a prelude to victory. But she wasn’t going to give up easily.

Staring at Aria she said “If that’s what you want … I apologise” then turning to the chauffer she said “I’m sorry mate! No hard feelings eh?” Then she blew him a kiss. Turning back to Aria she said “And as for that compost heap. Bring it on! You’ll have the finest rhubarb on the island.” She waited for a response from either of them. Receiving none she got out of the car and waited to be told to board the plane

 

[slippedhalo]

Aria slid effortlessly with the grace of a dancer and got out of the car. She didn't check to see that the girl was following, knowing she would. Aria quietly thanked the driver. She watched him take her single bag and the new girl's luggage to put into the plane's belly. She then boarded the plane. Once Meleena sat beside her she tilted her head just slightly toward her and said, "Not a word until we are at the island."

The girl was finally good and said nothing for the short plane trip. Aria occuppied herself by reading a new novel by her favorite Italian writer. Italian was the newest of the stock of languages her Master had her trained in.

But, as soon as they'd landed Aria could sense questions bubbling in the young one she rose and left the plane, leading the girl to trail after her to anothe rwaiting limo. One it started and they were near to the actual house and the lands around it she proudly looked out the window and pointed out the mannor to the girl who had clearly never seen anything so very grand and picturesque...She finally asked over her shoulder, "Any questions?"

 

[Gadget_Girl]

((Chronicle_Tenko: I hope you don't mind that I took some earlier week's liberties with your char. SlippedHalo and I talked about it in PMs.))

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Jennifer was so hesitant about this whole arrangement. At first it had seemed such a wonderful idea; a place to escape the horrible things she had come across in the last few weeks, to know that she had some type of meaning in her life.

But now that she was here...

It seemed so strange.
She could do this.
She was sure of it.

She had met the man who paid for her trip here at the cafe near the college. Jennifer- or Amber, as she was now- had been still remorsing over Jason, the boyfriend who broke up with her via text message to one of her friends.

A text message!
Wasn't she worth more than that?!

She had continued to sob, even after her friend left; a friend who claimed to be a friend.

A friend who told Jennifer she couldn't stand to see her cry. Not out of pity, but out of annoyance. She simply left, leaving Jennifer to question that theory even more.

She really wasn't worth anything, was she?

But that man, the man who had been listening in, told her that she could be worth something, if she wanted. That he knew somewhere that Jennifer could feel needed, and would know her worth daily- a home where she could know she was loved. All she needed to do was give herself over, and withdraw from the life she used to have.

That life hadn't meant much anyway.

So here she was, in this house, with that man, the man she now worked for, lived with- the man she was to call Sir, and his assistant... these two people that would control everything for her and remind her of her worth. She had to prove that worth, but to get some sort of recognition and affirmation was a wonderful thing. Praise for what deserved praise.

Wasn't that all she had wanted from Jason?!

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Name: Jennifer Haskins
Age: 21
5'7"
145 lbs
Preference: Only been with Jason- And that sucked. Wants to find out what 'good' sex is like, no matter who its with.
Personality: A very sensitive thing. Whether she reacts with anger or weeping, however, is very random. Sometimes its a combination of both.

 

[psyren]

Wake up....

Fleur started up from her window seat, to the sound of bells. The exotic looking young woman glanced in the mirror once more, making sure she looked beautiful enough to greet her master and moved quickly to the door. She decided not to dress, as that'd take time and she looked just as pretty like this, sometime prettier she though.

Her quick graceful movements brought her outside the door, where she picked up the tray, and curtsied to Donovan. The tinkling of the bells at her wrists and ankles adding music to the former dancer's every move. “Thank you so much Mr. Donovan, and Good Morning to you” she gave the kindly older man a brilliant friendly smile. Donovan was kind and gentle. His unassuming, gentle air had been one of the things that had eased her nerves at her transition here and into this lifestyle.

“Have a wonderful day Mr Donovan” she called over her shoulder as her dancing strides took her to the master's chamber with ease and grace. As she neared Master's bedroom, her steps became more careful, as she walked so as not to disturb her bells more than necessary, and therefore not disturb the sleeping master, before she meant to anyway.

Balancing the tray with Master's breakfast on it, Fleur eased open the door to Master's room. She walked carefully into the room, finding her way in the low light with a practiced ease. Setting the tray on the dresser, she walked over to where Master lie, sleeping. Fleur felt her dark lips turn up in an impish smile, and her green eyes sparked with mischief. The young woman pulled the heavy bedding from her masters body, and smiled in admiration of the human form revealed.

Fleur loved beauty and had always found the human body a wondrous thing to behold. She climbed on to the bed, carefully, and begin licking at her master's bare chest. She would have used her small red tongue other places, but Master wore silk pajama bottoms starting at the waist. Her tongue flicked over his nipples, and down his abdomen. She nibbled occasionally on his stomach, nipping gently playfully at his waistline. The bells tinkled with each small movement. One long fingered graceful pale hand stroked the thighs beneath the silk, and then with a soft laugh she licked over the area covered with silk as well. She hoped to have her master up, in all manner of speaking soon.

(ooc: I hope this is to you liking By the way, in case y'all need a pic of the character-or at least as close as I can find http://www.millioncelebs.com/fcv/eliza-dushku/eliza-dushku-02.jpg )

 

[YoungLisa]

Meleena had never seen anything like it before, it seemed like a dream. Just a few hours before she had been an inmate in an institution. Now she was on an island paradise that looked as though it were part of a film set. She expected James Bond to appear at any minute.

Aria had asked her if she had any questions. But for one of the few times in her life she was speechless. Struggling to appear cool she tried to look unimpressed “Not really, when you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.” She looked for a response but found none.

Looking out of the window she noticed that there were other girls there, obviously in the same position she was in. Smiling she imagined herself leading them in a sort of coup that would unseat Aria and leave her in charge. “The only questions I have are where do I sleep, and when do I meet the others?” Then she noticed that most of the women were dressed in feminine attire, so before Aria could answer she added “By the way, I don’t wear dresses or skirts. They don’t suit me. Your stores will have to order me some denim jeans.”

 

[astralkiss]

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[chronicle_tenko]

OOC: It is to my liking. And I have a message. Those performing or serving as slaves in the mansion or grounds (so not the help) Are to remain exposed. Any clothing must leave your bits and breasts free to the eye. Clothing will be a privilege. That is all.
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John Darby dreamed. It was pleasant at first if odd, the sound of bells, like a gypsy tune tinkled in the air. Light kisses touched him, an anointing of sorts. A wet tongue tracing his nipples and down his abdomen. Suddenly it felt cool, the wet trail of his phantom lover chill in the cool breeze, and his eyes began to flicker.

A finger touched his thigh, tracing some pattern he did not understand, and as oxygen flowed to his brain causing his eyes to open blood rushed to his penis, waking it as well. The morning wood stiffening under the silk of his pajamas until it tented them. A lick accompanied the tender touches, teasing the material of his bottoms, and causing the shaft to twitch once. His hand reached out to trail in the Long Black Curls of Fleur. "A good morning then to you." His hand softly cradled her head towards his lap absently twirling her hair through his hands. "You may continue then Fleur, this seems an excellent way to greet the day. Go on, and continue with your thoughts."

 

[psyren]

Master, May I?

A playful laugh spilled from the woman's red lips and without looking at her master's face, she responded. “Beautiful morning to you master, and I am more than happy to oblige; however, it would be much easier to continue my thoughts” here she bit gently at the waistband of the silky bottoms “Were these removed. As you will, of course, and I can and will continue without their removal if that is your wish...but while this color looks all kinds of beautiful against your flesh, I'd much like to get to what it covers” she laughed again, happily. She traced her hands over his chest, stroking and teasing, tracing imagined pictures on her master's body. Oh, the human body was such a work of art!

She could feel his firm hand tangling in her long dark curls, and relished the touch. Fleur had often believed in her youth she might be addicted to human contact, for she craved and loved it so, and in her childhood had been denied it by her proud, cold parents. She continued her loving worship of her master's body, each movement of hers accompanied by the tinkling of her bells. Suddenly she remembered the breakfast on the dresser, and her hands stilled for a moment... her eyes dancing with glee and her full red lips stretching into a laughing smile at the devious plan she was hatching.

“Also Master, Mr Donovan did charge me with the task of seeing to it that you got your breakfast...and I would surely hate to disappoint the kind dear. But I also don't wish to leave the taste of your skin for long, unless you wish for me to do so, but I am sure a compromise would suit beautifully. That is if you do not mind your Fleur serving you breakfast in bed” Fleur was always rather creative with the tasks she was given, and Master generally let her have a bit of creative license as it were, knowing how much she loved to try and surprise him pleasantly. But it would have been horrid impolite and insubordinate to do anything without first receiving her master's permission.

 

[Gadget_Girl]

Jennifer- no, Amber; it was Amber now, she had to continue to remind herself that. For the past week she had been trying to adapt to that name, forgetting the name associated with so much pain and frustration. Master John and Mistress Aria had blessed her with a way to become someone new, and she should be happy for that.

Their rules, however, were still hard for her to adapt to.
Especially the lack of clothing when on his property.

She loved the outdoors, however, and was standing now in the lush flower garden of the back yard. She smiled and waved to the groundskeeper, blushing slightly as he waved back to her with a rather lingering gaze.

Another thing to get used to.
So many changes.
But at least the man was smiling; that was one thing to be happy about.

Watching a monarch flutter across the bushes, Amber followed it silently, padding on her toes againt the stone patio and peering into the rose bush it decided to use for a hiding spot. "Ooh, you shy little thing," she whispered softly, looking up to see the blooming white roses, pure and perfect. She took a sniff of it, the scent even stronger than she had expected. What a beautiful thing-!

She wanted to cut two, one for both her Mistress and Master.
Hurrying back inside, she hunted for Mister Donovan. Maybe he could tell her where to find shears!

 

[slippedhalo]

Meleena had never seen anything like it before, it seemed like a dream. Just a few hours before she had been an inmate in an institution. Now she was on an island paradise that looked as though it were part of a film set. She expected James Bond to appear at any minute.

Aria had asked her if she had any questions. But for one of the few times in her life she was speechless. Struggling to appear cool she tried to look unimpressed “Not really, when you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.” She looked for a response but found none.

Looking out of the window she noticed that there were other girls there, obviously in the same position she was in. Smiling she imagined herself leading them in a sort of coup that would unseat Aria and leave her in charge. “The only questions I have are where do I sleep, and when do I meet the others?” Then she noticed that most of the women were dressed in feminine attire, so before Aria could answer she added “By the way, I don’t wear dresses or skirts. They don’t suit me. Your stores will have to order me some denim jeans.”

"You'll wear what is given or nothing at all." asseted Aria as she led the girl inside to be greeted by the others.

Once inside a great courtyard she rang a bell. This bell called all of her girls to meet there at once. No one was exempt unless they were occupied with the master. "Perhaps once you meet the others you'll better understand what my hopes are for your future, dear...and the more I think about it I believe Cat is a more appropriate new name for you than Petal after all."

 

[YoungLisa]

For the first time since she had been arrested some three years ago Meleena panicked a little. This did not look like a holiday destination; it seemed like a whore house, a high class one but a whore house none the less. As each of the girls came down into the large lounge she was more convinced. She had never been one to use her feminine charms to get her way and she was not going to start now. As she realised her predicament a spell working with compost seemed attractive.

Coming out of her thoughts she looked at Aria and shook her head “No lady!” She said very deliberate and very softly “This is a glorified knocking shop. I don’t do things like that. I’ve never done things like that.” With tears in her eyes she almost begged Aria “I’ve made a terrible mistake, please, send me back. I won’t tell anyone what happens here. I promise!”

Feeling the other girls beginning to look at her she wailed again “I might be very strong, very tough, but I’ve never been with a man, or a woman for that matter. I could have sold my virginity many times over on the streets but I resisted. Submitting to a man would be my final defeat and I won’t do it.”

She didn’t know whether to take hold of Aria or not. She was tempted to go down on her knees but her pride prevented it. “I’m comfortable in these clothes, these ‘boy’s’ clothes. I don’t want skirts of dresses or anything girlie. Don’t make me wear girl’s clothes, I beg you!”

Suddenly her self composure began to return and she realised what a spectacle she had made of herself so she decided to find something to stand firm on. “And my name is Meleena, not Cat!” Looking round the room she said with an air of superiority “And don’t any of you forget that!”

OOC Have a big essay to complete tomorrow. Will be on to relax but may not write much.