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Thread will be closed when I find the first partner to write with. PMS only.
Story outline: The kidnapping and forced submission of one stalked school girl by Master, who unknown to the girl has been talking to her online for months about her desires and fantasies. As she learns, the Master grows to love the slave and even becomes kind to his knew little one.
Thread closes to develop that storyline.
Second storyline: Thread will reopen for the Master’s younger brother ( limo driver ) to snatch away his brother’s keepsake and a battle begins between two masters for one slave they both love for more drama, bondage, and fun! The heart of the little one will be torn between the two as the younger brother is more kind and gentle yet smaller and not as smart as the older.
Character ( school girl ) description:
Name//Kacey
Age//18
Physical//look at my icon
Personality//She is the typical popular cheerleader athlete at her Catholic academy, but when the lights are off, she is dark and quite hateful. She has been taught by getting everything she wants to be selfish and quite sheltered from the real world. Although she has dark fantasies, she has no experience with sex except for a few cocksucking(s). Feisty and clever, she does not give in easily and is most often described by others as a difficult snobby bitch...but hot.
Other Character’s can be made at your leisure, I only ask that the older brother and first Master is over the age of 30 and that the younger brother is under the age of 27.
Sweltering heat bore through the spun gold strands of the little being as she strode along with headphones streaming the hateful music of A Perfect Circle into her pretty head. The hot days of summer pelted down on the seemingly unkempt school girl, who just hours earlier was the picture of prissy perfection: tight ponytail to hold up her flowing mane, white oxford blouse neatly tucked into the deception of a black plaited skirt. The deception being the inches she had rolled it up for it to be shorter. She knew none of the professors at St. Jude’s would mind seeing a little leg between the white stockings just above her knee and the ends of her flouncing skirt. Tossing her shimmering silky locks out of the ponytail, she unbuttoned the top of the collar of the blouse and salivated her dry mouth. A glossy pout mouthed the lyrics of the song as they filtered through her being, bringing out her rebellious nature.
“It’s not like you killed someone...not like you drove the hateful spear into his side...”
She heard nothing but the music and felt her vocal chords buzzing as well as the click of her shiny black Mary Janes on the cement of the sidewalk. She was glad that she wore the little thong today. Every time a slight breeze blew, the wetness of the sweat in between her long tan legs and bare ass cheeks cooled and allowed for sweet release from the terrible 100 degree temperature. Swallowing to wet her esophagus, she shielded her glittering emerlads to look at the cause of the boiling heat, a cloudless sky with a hot glaring sun. Fluttering her long eyelashes, she slid the delicate hand to the backside and touched it to her glistening forehead, becoming weary. She dreaded the walk home especially since the shortcut was through a deserted part of the neighborhood next to her own. About 3 miles from her housing development, she stopped to reach around in the pink backpack for the water bottle, hoping there was still a drop left to soothe her aching stomach and cottonmouth. Licking her full pucker, parched and ready for the wet coolant, she brought the lip of the bottle and tilted her head back to get the last gulp down. Her eyes caught the glimpse of a vehicle moving through the bottom of the watery solution to her thirst and dehydration. Bringing the bottle down, she watched the gleaming black limo move slowly around the bend. She figured it would just pass her by, but it slowed even further as the proximity between them closed. Soon, it stopped alongside her part of the sidewalk and she stood staring at the chauffeur as he climbed out. An man in his thirties, he wore typical attire for a limo driver, black suit, white shirt and black bowtie, polished shoes, no hat though. She always thought limo drivers wore a black cabby hat type. Maybe that was just taxis. She would not know, thank god, she had never had to take one before. She rolled her eyes to the side realizing that he was coming to ask her something. He smiled kindly as she raised a skeptical brow and put off her own smiles for an indifferent scowl.
“Excuse me, Miss, I was wondering if you could tell me where Briar’s Drive is, I just can’t seem to find it and my passenger is getting kinda’ impatient, you know...”
She folded her arms and looked through the tinted windows, too dark to see through it. She sighed and turned away to point down the road to where the road was...
Story outline: The kidnapping and forced submission of one stalked school girl by Master, who unknown to the girl has been talking to her online for months about her desires and fantasies. As she learns, the Master grows to love the slave and even becomes kind to his knew little one.
Thread closes to develop that storyline.
Second storyline: Thread will reopen for the Master’s younger brother ( limo driver ) to snatch away his brother’s keepsake and a battle begins between two masters for one slave they both love for more drama, bondage, and fun! The heart of the little one will be torn between the two as the younger brother is more kind and gentle yet smaller and not as smart as the older.
Character ( school girl ) description:
Name//Kacey
Age//18
Physical//look at my icon
Personality//She is the typical popular cheerleader athlete at her Catholic academy, but when the lights are off, she is dark and quite hateful. She has been taught by getting everything she wants to be selfish and quite sheltered from the real world. Although she has dark fantasies, she has no experience with sex except for a few cocksucking(s). Feisty and clever, she does not give in easily and is most often described by others as a difficult snobby bitch...but hot.
Other Character’s can be made at your leisure, I only ask that the older brother and first Master is over the age of 30 and that the younger brother is under the age of 27.
Sweltering heat bore through the spun gold strands of the little being as she strode along with headphones streaming the hateful music of A Perfect Circle into her pretty head. The hot days of summer pelted down on the seemingly unkempt school girl, who just hours earlier was the picture of prissy perfection: tight ponytail to hold up her flowing mane, white oxford blouse neatly tucked into the deception of a black plaited skirt. The deception being the inches she had rolled it up for it to be shorter. She knew none of the professors at St. Jude’s would mind seeing a little leg between the white stockings just above her knee and the ends of her flouncing skirt. Tossing her shimmering silky locks out of the ponytail, she unbuttoned the top of the collar of the blouse and salivated her dry mouth. A glossy pout mouthed the lyrics of the song as they filtered through her being, bringing out her rebellious nature.
“It’s not like you killed someone...not like you drove the hateful spear into his side...”
She heard nothing but the music and felt her vocal chords buzzing as well as the click of her shiny black Mary Janes on the cement of the sidewalk. She was glad that she wore the little thong today. Every time a slight breeze blew, the wetness of the sweat in between her long tan legs and bare ass cheeks cooled and allowed for sweet release from the terrible 100 degree temperature. Swallowing to wet her esophagus, she shielded her glittering emerlads to look at the cause of the boiling heat, a cloudless sky with a hot glaring sun. Fluttering her long eyelashes, she slid the delicate hand to the backside and touched it to her glistening forehead, becoming weary. She dreaded the walk home especially since the shortcut was through a deserted part of the neighborhood next to her own. About 3 miles from her housing development, she stopped to reach around in the pink backpack for the water bottle, hoping there was still a drop left to soothe her aching stomach and cottonmouth. Licking her full pucker, parched and ready for the wet coolant, she brought the lip of the bottle and tilted her head back to get the last gulp down. Her eyes caught the glimpse of a vehicle moving through the bottom of the watery solution to her thirst and dehydration. Bringing the bottle down, she watched the gleaming black limo move slowly around the bend. She figured it would just pass her by, but it slowed even further as the proximity between them closed. Soon, it stopped alongside her part of the sidewalk and she stood staring at the chauffeur as he climbed out. An man in his thirties, he wore typical attire for a limo driver, black suit, white shirt and black bowtie, polished shoes, no hat though. She always thought limo drivers wore a black cabby hat type. Maybe that was just taxis. She would not know, thank god, she had never had to take one before. She rolled her eyes to the side realizing that he was coming to ask her something. He smiled kindly as she raised a skeptical brow and put off her own smiles for an indifferent scowl.
“Excuse me, Miss, I was wondering if you could tell me where Briar’s Drive is, I just can’t seem to find it and my passenger is getting kinda’ impatient, you know...”
She folded her arms and looked through the tinted windows, too dark to see through it. She sighed and turned away to point down the road to where the road was...
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