Post by Victoria Trescott on Aug 5, 2015 2:51:09 GMT
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Obedience was the sign of a good pet. A competent slave to her whims as her heart desired. She knew full well that she had yet to fully break her new toy. There was no begging or pleads for mercy. Better yet he had not asked for her to kill him. Yet he was obedient in her commands and drew no insubordination as of this moment. Would this persist she wondered? There was some admiration at her handiwork etched across the canvas that now belonged to her. It was not her best work but it was not the worst. Like watching hot coals burning through the earth, everything he had done would be useless.
He was slow, as expected. With continuous strain, his shoulder would be threatened to be dislocated once again after the fresh wound without a single complaint. This all came with no praise. There was no need to do such a thing to a servant. Following wordlessly the woman readjusted herself. Running her hands through those azure locks and straightening her clothes, there would be no external change to her posture or physique. A mere distraction as the duo now approached the dimly lit town.
[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Obedience was the sign of a good pet. A competent slave to her whims as her heart desired. She knew full well that she had yet to fully break her new toy. There was no begging or pleads for mercy. Better yet he had not asked for her to kill him. Yet he was obedient in her commands and drew no insubordination as of this moment. Would this persist she wondered? There was some admiration at her handiwork etched across the canvas that now belonged to her. It was not her best work but it was not the worst. Like watching hot coals burning through the earth, everything he had done would be useless.
He was slow, as expected. With continuous strain, his shoulder would be threatened to be dislocated once again after the fresh wound without a single complaint. This all came with no praise. There was no need to do such a thing to a servant. Following wordlessly the woman readjusted herself. Running her hands through those azure locks and straightening her clothes, there would be no external change to her posture or physique. A mere distraction as the duo now approached the dimly lit town.
[attr="class","zv3"]Man this last post sucks.
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