The Stables

Starphyre

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The Stables is a high class, private BDSM club on the outskirts of New York. The Stables were staffed by the finest Dominants and submissives in the country. It is a place that people come to live out their fantasies, and have their dreams come true.

This is an open thread. People can take the parts of the staff of the Stables, or one of their customers.

The Stables staff consists of 6 to 10 Dominants and subbies. I would like to go half and half on both Dom/sub and male/female for the staff.

At this point we have one Dominant and one submissive, both female.
ARaynes is the dominant, and would you please post your char here, hon? I am also trying to sweettalk her into making her character the Manager of the Stables.

The submissive is Stacy (me)
Age 21
height 5'6"
weight 125
Eyes green
Hair Blonde, shoulder length.
Stacy is working her way through college by working at the Stables. And why not? The pay is great and the job is fun. She is rarely dressed while at the Stables, preferring to go nude, with the exception of her leather collar, or course. The only time she wears something at work is if one of the Dominants orders her to, which they sometimes do, or if it is called for by the scene she is working.
 
Mistress Mandra
Age:26
Height: 5'6"
36-24-34
Long (down to her but when braided.) jetblack hair, pulled back into a tight braide usually.
Wears Black g-string, black thigh high boots, black boustierre to work in, when not workin wears a black leather halter and a black pair of chaps. Underneath the chaps she wears spandex pants.

Manager of the club, only one that knows the Owner. She trains the subs and a Master that has not been before. She runs the facility in a strict manner. Not to be treaded on for she does like to punish the weak and stupid.
 
Mistress Mandra

It was late and I was getting tired of waiting on Stacy to get into my office. So with that I took myself out and started roaming the halls of the club, looking into the windows of the rooms. My Dommes and subs were some of the best in the world. Some had gone so far as to be pulled from other countries.

That is when I saw that Stacy was with a client. Soon she would be wrapping up, her body already looking weak from the restraints and the timer about to sound. Must be strange having to live off a timer. I loved managing, because I got all the time I needed to train.

I stood, standing tall waiting until the timer sounded and I could take Stacy back to my room.
 
Finally, the timer sounded and Mr Greene smiled at me, and began to release me from the restraints he had put on me.

"That won't be necessary Mr Greene"

I looked up and whimpered. Mistress Mandra was waiting for me. She smiled as she lead Mr Greene to the receptionist, and left me to squirm, still very tightly bound. I wondered if she was going to release me enough to walk to her office.
 
Mistress Mandra

"Good day Mr. Greene. I am glad you had a good time."

With that I walked down the hall to Stacy. Walking in, I stopped, watching her squirm but saying nothing. Giving her the anticpation she deserved and that I expected from my subs.

Finally I broke the silence. "Stacy, why did you not let Mr. Greene drop you off your restraints?" I said, walking around her where she was bound.
 
(OOC Oops....I wasn't clear in my post. That was supposed to be YOU telling him to not release me.
*chuckle*....but lets play it like it was Stacy)

I blushed and looked down, my body responding to Mistress Mandra as it always did.

"I am sorry, Mistress. I didn't think. All I could think about was your fingers releasing me. When you felt I had earned it."
 
Fatima

OOC:
I'll go ahead and post a character sketch but plan on waiting to join in until you guys get more players if thats alright with you both?

If not, just let me know, and I can go ahead and make an introductory post for my character.

^_^

Fatima
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Weight: 127
36d-28-34

Fatima is a fairly well-trained slave from the middle east. She has lived in the US for some time, and speaks flawless English with a British accent, a sign of her tutorage.

She has hip-length ebony hair, a straight curtain of thick tresses. Her eyes are almond-shaped and a rich, dark brown that borders on black, often shifting to that shade when she finds her consciousness submitting fully to her slave nature. Her body has had all hair permanently removed, and is a tawny bronzed shade all over.

Normally she is attired in the silky, translucent harem-style pants made of silken netting and a tiny brocaded vest that barely contains her lovely breasts. Tiny bells adorn her right ankle and she also wears a similar belly chain. Ocassionally, she even wears the half veil of the harem slave, a gauzy swath that dances over her lower face, making watching her full bow of a mouth rather like playing peek a boo.

^_^

Let me know what else you guys need...

~Mai
 
^_^

OOC:
Thanks Starphyre, I will try and do that as soon as I can

^_^
 
Mistress Mandra

I look at the bound girl, "I would leave you there but I have a job for you. There is a new sub that needs a room and costumes. I want you to take her around and show her where everything is. Then I wish for you to come back to my office and you two will give me a demonstration. Her name is Fatima."

I loosen her from her bounds and throw her clothes to her. "Do you think you can handle this or I give it to someone more experienced?"
 
Errmm...

OOC:
Thanks Starphyre...

sorry if I'm interrupting here, but then should I edit Fatima's character sketch since you want her to be new (and should I assume untrained, instead of saying shes trained?)
 
Sorry, no I will edit my post, I was doing that to make sure you had a good place to come in, but then he tells me something else. LOL....

OK, So, I will edit my post, I just gotta figure out another excuse to talk to Stacy...so uno momento.
 
(2 ooc's....fatima is trained. She would not have gotten a job here if she wasn't. She will be trained more, probably. But she is far from new at this. Second....no clothes for stacy:)....unless you are ordering her to wear some. She goes naked.
I'll assume you mean for her to be dressed as she usually is.)

"yes, Mistress." I squirm out of the bonds the rest of the way and hurry to the reception desk.

I smile at the dark beauty waiting. "Hi, I'm Stacy. Mistress Mandra wants me to show you the place, and get you settled. We have to be quick though, she wants to see us in her office, asap."

I reach out to take her hand and lead her to her new room.
 
Seeing you have 2/1 subs to doms, and 3/0 female to male, I offer my services as a male dom...

Name: Doctor Everet Green
Training: General Practice
Occupation: Club's medic, pain evaluator and punishment counsellor
Age: 43
Height: 5'9"
Build: Stocky
Hair: Black with some greying touches
Eyes: Dark brown
Flesh:pallid
 
Fatima

OOC:
My apologies. I guess I was hoping that by writing about her training and appearance I could just pretend she was already a Stables girl... lol

anywho - nice to see you again BF, I suppse we should get this on the road, huh!

Sorry for the hold up...



*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Fatima was standing awkwardly in the front hallway, watching the dust motes dance in the slanting sun. Her single large suitcase stood nearby and she pulled awkwardly at her black shedora.

Still unsure as to the customs of her own kin, even so far from their homeland, she had chosen to go with that which was familliar to her. She knew that within these halls, this place which would be her new home, she would never need wear the black wrap again. But for now, being bound from the top of her head to her little silk slippers in the encompassing fabric was reassuring, almost an anchor in these strange times.

Fatima was adrift emotionally. All she knew was that she had been sold - and not even to a new Master or Mistress but to an establishment! The shame of it stung deep within her. Her Master would not even see her after the auction - and she had left his compound with head bowed, eyes stinging with tears.

Fatima felt her own chin rising. This was America. She may belong to this 'Stables', but she also belonged to herself. Here, no one would take that away from her.

Hearing a noise, she spins about, her dark, brightly shining eyes picking out the naked young anglo girl who is striding down the hall towards her. At once grateful for the benefits of hiding within the wraps of her shedora for her expression was simply one of slack-jaw amazement! Dear Allah! Please, let her fate not be a kin to this ones!.. she pleaded mentally.

The girl started speaking to her in rapid-fire American, and Fatima barely caught a word of it, although the wish for her to accompany the girl was quite clear even before the girl tried to reach for her ebony-cloth covered hand.

Trying to cover up her confusion and fear, Fatima turned and instead took up the strap of her wheeled suitcase and turned to look at the pretty blonde American once more. Knowing her eyes were the only readable part of her expression she spoke.

"I am ready," she said slowly, concisely, watching the blonde girl. Her voice was contralto and she knew her accent was English and not American, but she was positive the girl had understood her...
 
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Stacy's eyes widen as she hears Fatima speak. She starts over.

"Hello, Fatima. My name is Stacy. I am also a submissive here. Mistress Mandra asked me to help you get settled, and then she wants to see you and I."

Stacy spoke slower, matching the speed she spoke with the speed Fatima had spoken, and enunciating clearly.

"Come with me to your room, please? I hope you and I can be friends." She smiled and started walking backward to Fatima's room, letting Fatima see her mouth, in case that helped. She had heard that it did help some people who did not speak english quickly, in case she forgot and slipped into her normal rate of talking.
 
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