And Now
“I like you like this,” she admitted. “Shall I start at the ends-” she tickled his foot – “or with the core?” She circled his throat with her hands.
His response was incoherent.
“What was that? Well, I suppose we’ll start at the ends.”
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In Public. And at Home. (LJ)
“A couple.” She had him. “I would enjoy that. But a couple, darling…” Reel him in. “Has give and take.” Will you give to me?”
“Will you let me take your freedom, for a while?”
He swallowed, and reached over the table to touch her collar. “For a little while.”</blockquote
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Previous: Humiliated (LJ)
“That’s it, Princess,” he groaned. “Don’t you think this would be delicious? The swapping of roles, you as my little maid, me as your king? Or, perhaps, I should degrade you even further, and sell you out on a corner to the highest bidder. Which would you prefer, my Princess?”
The decision was surprisingly clear. “Sell me out, then, my King.” She could do that more easily than shine his boots, slave or no.
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She was panting at his feet. She needed it. She needed him. And still he backed off. Still he laughed. “Please, master,” she pled. “I’ll…”
“You want to be my Princess?” His voice was thick as he dragged her to her feet. “Dress. And you can be my proper Princess.”
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“Yes.” His foot was on her neck. “You will be who I want. You will imbibe what I want. You will bleed if I want.”
Stavanna swallowed, hard, as he rolled her onto her back. “You will imbibe what I wish,” he repeated. “When it pleases me, and only then.”
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Previous: Punishment (LJ)
He stroked her abraded back and backside. “Now. Princess. Will you be my good slave – or the well-behaved Lady? This can go either way.”
Did her decision matter? She shivered against her bonds. “I will be a good slave, my master.” Until she could find a way to leave.
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Previous: Into the Castle (LJ)
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“You’ve been very naughty, Princess. How shall I punish you? Shall I make you untidy?” His thumb brushed her mouth suggestively. “Cane you? or… otherwise?”
She had split his lip in her feigned struggles. But caning? “Untidiness, please, master.”
“You’re starting to like it aren’t you, Princess. The cane, then.”
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Previous: In Public (LJ)
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“You’ve been a good girl today.” And it had been a long, exposed day out on the town. Now, how shall we set ourselves up?”
Set themselves up?
“Where you wish, Master.” Stavanna was too tired for more than that.
“Hrrm.” He pretended to think about it. “Then the castle.”
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“Very good.” He liked to pet her, it seemed. “Now, shall we go play house, set up a ‘house,’ or pretend we have a House?”
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Previous: On Display (LJ)
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“You look nice like that.” He squeezed Stevanna’s thigh. “What do you think? Should we go to my cabin? Or to the center of town?”
Town or home? Either had its issues. “Whatever you wish, master.”
He smiled broadly. “Then into town it is. Hold on, it might get bumpy.”
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