Slave Moulding (open for one or two females)

[MasterKenz2000]

OOC: I had started this thread quite some time ago but it don't turns out as expected, so I like to re do it again. Basic idea, the female writer need to describe what she thinks because John supose to have a special ability to read others mind. So he usually knows her fear, joy and worries.


John has never been to the flesh market. He had never bought any slaves but his maids, neighbor and friends are willing to serve him as pleasure slaves. What is the secret?

The question arouse lots of curiosity to the people of this little town and nearby city. Paradise Magazine wants to uncover the secret and the boss had sent his best female reporter to befriend him and learn his secret. Can she do that? Will she knows his special ability of reading others mind?

Note: "............." is used on what she says and *.................* for what she is thinking.

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A new neighbor. She looks friendly. "Hi, I am John your neighbor." I smile at her.

 

[MasterKenz2000]

No one interested? Bump...........

 

[thewhiterabbit8]

Amber had been writing for the Inquisitor for over a year now and was tired of writing advice columns. If she had to tell someone what favorite color Celine Dion had for Mondays again she was gong to cry or scream, perhaps both. She pulled the car over the small town was not even on the map. Perhaps why the famous ladies man had moved here, that was only after nearly causing a public scandal with the first and second daughters. It would have been alright if he had not tried and accomplished a three-way on the day of the election.

“I wonder if I will have to do anything uncouth to get his attention” she wondered the neighborhood seemed filled with single or at least young, attractive, women all alone. She began to walk to his door it would not be hard to convince him she was exactly what she looked like a bubblehead blonde. If father could only see her now graduate of a top school at 20, she could have any job if she had been a man. Well at least this would be over soon and she could get back to the real news, if she was ever given a chance that is.

 

[MasterKenz2000]

I was reading newspaper under the spell of some sweet music with Ginger laying on my chest. She is the daughter of Gerald the mayor, wrapping her arms around my neck and fast asleep.

The sweet moment was interupted with a door bell and I had a new visitor. I saw a stunning woman, young confident and sexy.

I open the door and let Ginger out, giving her a warm good bye kiss.

"What can I do for you, dear? You are not local are you? I have not seen you around. Anyway, I am John." I scan her mind, trying to pick some clue of who she might be "Why not you come in and have a drink?"

 

[thewhiterabbit8]

Watching the woman leave out the back she could tell the expression enough is enough was never spoken here. “Yes I just got a job with the local paper im a reporter so don’t say anything you don’t want in print” it was better to tell a half truth then a complete lie the face could not show it something about involuntary muscles. He was not bad looking, not her type she did not go for his type. She walked in wondering how many women came willingly and left more then satisfied. “do you have anything light. she asked looking around it all looked so tame.

 

[MasterKenz2000]

"Ah, so you are the new neighbour that move in last week. A reporter! in our neighbourhood." I smile, inviting you inside. We had some cookies and chat away for hours. Our topic runs from politics to personal interest but you had not spoken of your real motive.

"Are your family staying with you here?" I asked, shifting my topic again.