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Post by The Ghost of Fernand Mondego on Mar 19, 2007 17:05:50 GMT -5
*Mondego left his hiding spot overlooking the Entry Hall and went to the hiding spot overlooking the Special Guest room.*
I do love these older mansions...
*By this time, Sylvia was in the room with the door closed. While she may not have noticed, the door behind her locked as she entered.*
*The room was one of the more decorative in the house. The bed was a beautiful Victorian style with fine, red and black lace draperies. The four supporting poles held a mirror looking down upon the bed. The floor was hard wood and polished to a nice shine. There was a Victorian style dresser with an oval mirror opposite the door and a few paintings of scenery scattered around the room.*
*The most unique item in the room was a Wardrobe that was decorated in fine woodwork with two Fleur de Lies in the center of the doors. Opening the wardrobe displayed two sides. The first side contained close suitable for an evening of passion, the other side for an evening of domination.*
*On the dresser, next to the mirror was another black, thorny rose. Underneath it was another note.*
Sylvia,
Please make yourself comfortable. Choose an outfit from the wardrobe that fits your mood. I will be arriving shortly.
F. M.
*Mondego remained hidden until he could see Sylvia's reaction and then choice of clothing.*
How I love these old mansions...
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 19, 2007 17:30:28 GMT -5
*Sylvia sighed as she heard the latch shut behind her. Admittedly, she wasn’t terribly excited about working for keys. It seemed tedious. But very well. He better have something else to offer in the end. As she read his note, her eyes shifted to the wardrobe. She opened it, looking over each ensemble carefully although with her mood as it was, she could have skipped half of them. But that might have seemed rude and there was still the off chance that she might find something there that she would prefer. She didn’t. She took out an outfit that she felt would suit her and changed without using the dressing screen. She saw little point in playing coy one moment only to be dressing for a different role.
When she was done, she waited standing. Black boots and stockings, sheer black lace bustle and black corset. It had been difficult to lace herself, but she had managed pulling against the post of the bed, limberly tying them so that her bosom was quite pronounced. She swept her dark hair half up with the pins in her purse and donned black gloves. She hoped he’d approve.*
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Post by The Ghost of Fernand Mondego on Mar 19, 2007 17:48:20 GMT -5
*Shortly after dressing, a warning ring came from an empty side wall. A hidden wall compartment opened and a wooden square with food on it slid out. On the square was some mousse, a small bowl of whipped cream, a small bowl of strawberries and a bowl of fresh fruit.*
I hope she enjoys as much as I have so far...
*Mondego left the hidden compartment to prepare himself for the evening.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 19, 2007 17:53:08 GMT -5
Well he is resourceful.
*Sylvia sighed and approached the food, examining it. She then went back to the bed, resting against one of the posts. Her words when sharply accented.*
“I was always told it is rude to start eating without the company of one’s host.”
I am not your pet, not tonight. Don’t treat me like one.
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Post by The Ghost of Fernand Mondego on Mar 19, 2007 18:10:08 GMT -5
*The lock was unlocked quickly and Fernand strolled in. He was wearing a black robe with even darker designs etched all around it. The light quickly reflected off of a ring attached to what appeared to be a leather choker. He strolled to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Fernand pulled something out and slid it over one arm before closing the drawer and turning toward the food. He unlatched and picked up the square of food before turning toward Sylvia.*
*Draped over his arm is a leash with a connection for a ring at the end.*
"I have sent you around town today and even toyed with your appetite. I would apologize but for the punishment I wish to receive. Rarely is it that one finds a woman of your abilities. Rarely is it that I am moved to be dominated by one as yourself."
"Madame Charmed, tonight I am yours to treat as you wish. Nothing more than an object. If you can be half of what I expect, you will need nourishment before we begin. May I feed you?"
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Post by Christine on Mar 19, 2007 18:11:49 GMT -5
((OMG))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Mar 19, 2007 18:15:36 GMT -5
((*laughs so hard she falls off her chair*))
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 19, 2007 18:26:06 GMT -5
*Sylvia tilted her head for but a moment before her expression hardened. She calmly took the leash off his arm, clasping it to the collar in a practiced motion. Tugging it down sharply she lowered his face to her own, her expression cruel and her word almost a hiss.*
“Later.”
***FADE OUT***
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Post by The Ghost of Fernand Mondego on Mar 19, 2007 19:00:55 GMT -5
*** FADE IN ***
*Mondego was tired. Very tired. He tasted blood on a split lip and grinned. He tried rolling around but his back was sore. In fact, most of his body was hurting.*
A nice punishment for my deeds. I'll need more...
"Thank you, ma'am."
*Mondego did his best to stand and shake off his pains. He tried to hide any discomfort he could to show that she was not hard enough.*
"Has later arrived? I would hate to waste the strawberries."
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Post by kayte on Mar 19, 2007 19:03:08 GMT -5
((OH MY GOD))
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 19, 2007 19:20:42 GMT -5
*Sylvia glistened and she knew her arm would be sore the next day. But it had been worth it. She looked to Mondego at his question. Defiant to the end. Next time I will not be so easy on you. Looking to the food she realized that she really was hungry. But she didn’t show it as she met his gaze coolly, her voice hinting at disbelief.*
“You’ll not worry for a fine cut of duck or beef, but you pine for your strawberries?”
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Post by The Ghost of Fernand Mondego on Mar 19, 2007 20:15:35 GMT -5
*Momentarily shaken that maybe she knew more than she was letting on, Mondego hesitated with his answer.*
"They were hand picked, not by me of course, and delicious. I could have duck brought up but I thought this might make a better dessert."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 19, 2007 20:25:34 GMT -5
*She eyed him curiously. Odd fellow indeed. She took one and placed it against her lip for a moment, then pressed it to his.*
“I would not be a merciful mistress if I did not share with my gracious host who brought me such pleasure this evening.”
*The fingers of her other hand twisted their way around his hair but did not pull against it.*
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Post by The Ghost of Fernand Mondego on Mar 29, 2007 18:49:08 GMT -5
She is very smart...
*Mondego realized that she was testing his strawberries on him. Luckily, she did not dip the strawberry in whipped cream.*
*Mondego took a bite of the strawberry and enjoyed the taste. It was refreshing and made him realize he too was hungry. He picks up a strawberry and dips it in the whipped cream. He looks up at Sylvia with submission in his eyes and motions to feed her a strawberry.*
"They are delicious. What kind of host would I be if I didn't feed my mistress?"
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 29, 2007 18:56:24 GMT -5
*Smiling slightly, Sylvia leaned forward, arching her back and opening her mouth suggestively. She took the whole berry into her mouth carefully biting it in front of the leaves, and completely missing his fingers. She savored it and swallowed gracefully.*
“Is that better?”
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