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: *Does some other nasty things to Seraphine and Maia. Unspeakable things.*: *Ravages Seraphine until she moans like a whore for him.*
: *Oh good luck with that.*: *Maia and Seraphine would make excellent concubines.*: *Needs to get his beak wet again.*: *cough*: *Could play.*
: *Both :P*: *Pause it is.*: *Pause... to be cruel. Or fade! Even crueller, no?*: *She would hear him step away and when he returns there'd be a flinch at the touch of the strands on her vulnerable flesh but it was momentary before it warmed her core even more. Then suddenly it is a strike of leather with that bite into her flesh that leaves red marks behind and it stings quite like being struck with hot sparks doesn't it? He continues and it would cause her to cry out every few strikes until finally she was simply gasping and jerking at each strike that reddened her flesh even more until it almost appeared blood began to peek up and when he finally stopped to grab her chin he'd know full well she was crying behind that blindfold and her voice even trembling was still the same confidence and deference. Her back would arch and her posture straighten even if it pressed those poor breasts upwards in a stretch and made them ache.* I yield...I will always yield....and m'lord is generous to share his bath and his mark with me. I would be pleased to accept that torment.: *After the assistant has made Maia’s nipples slick with saliva, he instructs her to relax in the bathing pool and wait for them to join her. Maia hasn’t received her punishment yet, has she? He steps away from his bound pleasure slave momentarily to reach into the satchel and select another item. When he returns to circle her kneeling form, she would be able to feel the soft strands of leather caressing her breasts—gliding over her erect, swollen nipples begging for attention. Without any hesitation whatsoever, he flicks his wrist and delivers a strike from the flogger against her gorgeous tits, causing them to become reddened from the multiple lashes against her flesh. It is painful enough to cause a fiery sensation coursing through her chest and ensure her eyes water, but how much pain is she able to tolerate? Another strike of the flogger impacts against her hardened nipples, biting into them with that stinging of leather against flesh. He takes her chin in between his thumb and fingers afterwards, regarding her with an unseen smirk.* Do you still yield? That bath is going to be more tormenting for you with all of these marks gracing your skin, isn't it?: *She would keep her head down as he speaks letting his voice wash over her and giving her thoughts a moment before answering somewhat quietly as he towers over behind her. She closed her eyes as she saw and felt the item wrapped around her head and tied off and when he gathers her hair into a ponytail and ties it off she would feel a shiver and her breathing would increase notably as would the strange tension in her body as her breasts rise and fall with each breath and her gasp as the acolyte begins to suck on her nipples. She would try her best not to squirm but she could not deny it felt quite good to be given such treatment as he wraps her forearms and leaves them dangling bound behind her. She could feel her pulse pounding and a faint headiness that made her almost a bit disoriented as she turned her head gently towards his voice and licked her lips. That sucking would make her shiver again as her hips would shift and her knees tilt a bit as her back arched and she carefully answered.* Perhaps m'lord but it is not...an unwelcome discomfort...as far as obedience I have always known that yielding does not mean weakness. I have felt the pleasure of pain in letting myself give over and I know its richness.: You’re very obedient, Maia. Do they teach you it? Or is it something that has been with you for a long time? *But as he is asking her those questions, he comes to stand directly behind her towering over her kneeling form. She would feel the soft, cool sensation of that lambskin leather wrap around her eyes, severely limiting or even restricting her vision altogether. Once he ties the leather strap around her head, he gathers her long, honey glazed hair into a ponytail and ties it off with another strap that descends to the curvature of her ass. As he does this, he takes note of her breathing, expressing a faint grin of satisfaction if her chest is heaving more rapidly than before, causing those gorgeous tits to bounce. Next is her forearms clasped together behind her back, but he first instructs the newer acolyte to sink to her knees in front of Maia and begin sucking on her nipples with reckless abandon. It is his intent on increasing Maia’s arousal so quickly that she isn’t capable of keeping up with him. He begins wrapping another leather strap around her forearms several times, keeping them bound tightly and leaving enough to dangle against her ass.* Am I making you uncomfortable, Maia?: *She would feel her eyes widen slightly as he grasps her chin and tilts her head up and her gaze would brush over his and remain there as a strange answering feeling in the pit of her stomach that she knows well and it is likely he does too. * Yes M'lord. *She would blink once or twice after he releases her and would move to kneel upon the mat as she slips her arms behind her back and folds them with fingers holding each elbow and eases her knees apart as instructed with her head bowed in obeisance....and quiet. To be certain the bath house would smell amazing and the atmosphere was clean yet full of that sensation of steam warmth mingled with cooler air and generally stimulating. She waited....with her eyes down...her head slightly bowed...*: Then take your place on the mat with your head bowed and your arms folded behind your back. Keep your knees spread apart for me, understand? *He reaches up with his right hand to firmly grasp her chin, tilting her head upwards in order to meet his steel gray gaze. His facial features have shifted to become rather stoic once more as he observes the female servant standing before him. While the newer acolyte is pleasant to look at, he is focused entirely on Maia… which may or may not be in her favor. It also doesn’t matter if there are any other individuals present within the bath house. They are all beneath him anyway. He finally releases his grip of her chin before approaching the satchel and removing some items from it for use on her.*: *She wouldn't even say a word of it while the assistant moves off into the bath-house to retrieve one of the cushions and would unroll the soft leather onto the floor where it should be in respect to the pool and stand ready for further instruction. Her eyes would follow him as he set that satchel down and as he approached her heart-rate would rise again especially with his palms gliding over her body and making her shiver until that slap jolts her and she would flinch indeed with a slight opening of her mouth in what could be surprise or perhaps she did truly enjoy the action as it stings and warms rapidly where he struck.* Thank you M'lord. I have been long in my learning so you will find any wish you may have will be taken care of and in the event I do not have a specific knowledge I will seek it eagerly. You likely know well that I am trained as a servant of Naamah and I endure to keep my body in peak shape in respect to flexibility, stamina, and quality of the flesh. I will yield and endure that which you decide upon, M'lord.: *The acolyte should set the leather mat or fur rug down far enough away from the pool when she enters, but that is a given.*: I recommend that your assistant bring along something soft for you to lie on before we enjoy the luxury of a bath. *He is thinking of a leather mat or a luxurious fur rug. If it were his private villa, there would be plenty of such luxuries for his pleasure slave to rest upon, but he has to rely on what is available in Valerian house, doesn’t he? Upon entering the bath house, he sets the leather satchel down on the bench against the nearest stone lined wall before approaching her and gliding the palms of his hands along her naked body. He teases her with a sensual touch of his fingertips gliding up the sides of her torso, descending afterwards to settle upon her ass. Then he delivers a stinging slap with the palm of his right hand in order to ensure she flinches against the force of impact.* You have an exceptionally beautiful body, Maia. What are you capable of doing with it? What are you capable of enduring for me when you submit?: *She did not bother to hide her approval of his body nor the way her hand comes up and then drops as if she had wanted to caress those scars...she found that the firmness he displayed made her flush a bit warmly but that was to be expected and appreciated. Her eyes would flick up to his features again and she would smile again with a faint shift to hear features that may indicate attraction seeing as her pupils are a bit enlarged. She watches him turn to retrieve that satchel admiring again that strong back and his gently shaped buttocks and she would straighten and incline her head to him and begin to step in front of him to escort him not missing the chance to trail her hand across his back and brush her lips past his ear with a quiet word or two.* As you wish m'lord please follow me....*As she'd smile to him and turn to walk ahead of him with no shame, it appeared, in regards to her nudity as she proceeds and it is moments that pass before she pauses and fully faces him to gesture into the bath house.* If you will step inside I can choose the oils for your massage or perhaps the essentials to place in your bath, m'lord. Do you have a preference?: *The removal of his shirt is easy, revealing a toned upper body with various scars gracing his chest and back—badges of honor and tales of courage against his foes on the battlefield. Each one has a story behind it, but he isn’t willing to share with just anyone. Once she assists him in the removal of his leather trousers, she would find that he is already quite firm and erect, displaying an impressive specimen of a cock for her to fantasize about. It doesn’t matter what she thinks about his member though, does it? He turns back and retrieves a leather satchel from his belt, taking it under one arm and gesturing for Maia to escort him to the bath house.* I am already comfortable, but you are encouraged to ensure I am even more comfortable than I’m willing to admit to you.: *She wouldn't even bother telling the assistant that but would watch him as he began to slip the gloves off and then there is the impact against her flesh that makes her flinch but made her still for just a moment and then that caress made her melt a bit just after much to her faint surprise but did it really surprise her? She would assist him in removing those boots quite willingly and would move to reach up and begin unfastening his clothing and deftly slipping it from his body with practiced ease and she appears to find comfort in that moment. It would not be long before she is reaching with practiced grace and sensuality to her movements for the lacings of his pants and would gently ease them undone before helping him remove the last stitch of clothing and hand it off for laundering while he was occupied. At some point she would find herself staring down at those rings and she would remain quiet for a moment as she let her eyes move over his assets and to rest on his features and his eyes again and just as with any other patron she found herself forming that link in her mind that said he chose her for a reason and she could feel that reason warming her flesh with a honeyed slowness.* Are you more comfortable...m'lord...or shall I help make you so?: Good… very good. Your… assistant can undress as well and join us in the bath. Once you aid me in the removal of the rest of my clothing. *He lowers his gloved hands and begins to slip them off, holding them in his right hand before extending it and flicking the soft lambskin leather against her left breast to deliver a stinging blow that also caresses her sensitive, flawless ivory skin. It is to encourage her to swiftly remove his leather tunic and proceed to unbutton his trousers. Before she does, however, he removes those expensive leather riding boots and gestures for the second acolyte to set them beside his armor. It should be noted that he is wearing two gold rings on his ring fingers—one garnished with a rare obsidian stone. The other one features a raven’s head. Each of them is far more valuable than any jewelry she is currently wearing. At least that is what he believes anyway, but it is most likely accurate, no?*: *She would feel tension roll away from that grasp upon her flesh as he grinned at her and then released her nipples moments later with that whisper soft touch of lambskin making her shiver in pleasure that is on the heels of that pain and mingled with it. She would feel her breathing catch a few additional paces as she knew that cruel grin and a hint of what he may be interested in and she found a strange chilling release roll down her back and limbs as her lips formed her words and she met those cold gray eyes for a moment unflinching .* I yield...m'lord....: That is correct. You know the influence I hold, Maia. So I will ask you a question. *But he reaches up for her right nipple with his left gloved hand, pinching both of them simultaneously until he regards her with a cruel grin and abruptly releases her now painfully erect buds. At least the lambskin leather is softer than a newborn’s ass, providing her with some pleasure, despite the fiery pain coursing through her naked breasts.* Do you yield to me? *It may be an obvious question given his status, but there is a glimmer of delight in those cold gray eyes at the prospect of teasing and tormenting her so relentlessly until she cries out her motto in front of the other acolytes within the house. She has to wonder just what he has planned for her.*: *She'd swallow gently as that question makes her feel that nervousness briefly as she lets slip the dress from her shoulders to hips and gently nudges it over those hips and moves to set the dress down on a nearby seat and begins to undo the clasps of her corset to deposit it as well and quietly turns towards him with her eyes downcast at first and when he moves towards her she'd look up to view his features just as his hand extends to her chest. The caress and subsequent/pinch/ would make her wince faintly and take a deep breath as he tilts his eyes up to meet hers and it was no lie to say she enjoyed the sensation of that soft lambskin and the aching press of his grasp on her flesh. When he lets go she would exhale gently and tilt her head slightly down and to the right as she gently licks her lips before she responds and keeps her arms and hands down and carefully out of his way.* I know of the descriptions I have heard of the jagged and rocky cliffs and shores of the Isle d'Oeste and hearing your name...you are heir to inherit...: Do I make you nervous? I am just a man with a title. *A faint smirk graces his lips as he watches her proceed to remove her corset and dress. It is the first time he has displayed any such hint of emotion upon his facial features. He waits until she is completely naked, slowly moving towards her and extending his right hand towards her bare chest. His thumb and two gloved fingers caress her left nipple, rubbing it in between the soft lambskin leather that would feel rather sensual. Then he pinches down on that erect bud, almost twisting it as he meets her gaze… and holds it for a considerable length of time. He finally releases her nipple, brushing those lambskin encased thumb and fingers as if to soothe her pain.* Tell me what you know of my family, Maia.: *She heard the gentle sounds of his unbuckling that belt and glanced over to it as he set it down along with that scabbard and would turn her head as she straightened to meet his gaze and smiled in satisfaction at having guessed his appointments correctly. She was happy to see his armor being cared for correctly and when he speaks of her removing her dress she would take a slow breath and with that faint flush to her features as she cast her eyes slightly down she began to reach for the fastenings of her dress and deftly began to undo them and as she could choose her assignations...she began to think perhaps this had been a good choice and that commanding yet pleasant voice helped to calm her nerves that she still had to fight a bit with every new patron.* Yes M'lord. *As she begins to disrobe*: *He doesn’t stray very far from her side, following her into the room that had been prepared. Once he steps inside, he glances briefly over to the newer acolyte before unbuckling his belt and setting it down against the nearest wall so that the intricate leather and metal scabbard containing his bastard sword is propped upright.* This will do nicely. *Upon returning his gaze to Maia, he begins to unfasten the ebony cape draped over his shoulders before sliding the ceremonial cuirass over his head and handing it to the other acolyte present in the room, considering Maia will be required to assist him with… more personal matters, no?* I won't require a robe, but I appreciate the gesture. I want you to remove your dress as well, Maia. You won't be needing it for the rest of the evening. *His tone is commanding, but not harsh. There is a certain pleasantness in his voice.*: *She would incline her head in a sort of bow and smile to him with clear confidence and knowledge shining behind those eyes for a moment as he spoke and she admired the steel grey of those eyes regardless of how cold his demeanor could be read.* We have a very well appointed bath-house M'Lord if you will follow me please I will guide you to a room that you should find to your liking. *As she would avert her eyes down for just that split second before turning around and beginning the short journey to a very large sprawling room appointed sparsely but with an almost peculiar level of richness about it that made one feel as if it was the room for a prince or a princess. It was well lit prior to their arrival and a fire was lit in the fireplace that just began to crackle as she stepped into the room and bade for him to follow. If and when he finally did step into the room she would gesture to a newer acolyte to begin preparing refreshments as she begins what is requested of her.* I can help you with your armor here so it is kept safe and well maintained for you and there is a robe and bath shoes for you next to the bed to wear, is this to your liking? *She was smiling gently and almost hopefully and as time passed she began to wonder just how gifted this patron might be and how well her marque might be attended to.*: *Servant of Naamah, huh?*: Show me to the bath house, Maia. You do have one, correct? I will require your assistance with the removal of my armor. Then you may provide me with refreshment before joining me for the evening. *His expression remains stoic as he proceeds to follow her through the halls of Valerian house, keeping his steel gray eyes fixed upon her as she moves ahead of him and escorts him to another room within the building. He rests his gloved hands against his belt as he walks, commanding authority from anyone witnessing him being led by the female servant.*: *She would remain silent and a nervous tightening of her throat would well up and pass by as he speaks and settles his hand by his side and she would smile warmly and unclasp those hands to display proper etiquette and move forward towards him as if she means to escort him to a proper room instead of letting him stand in that entryway.* I apologize M'Lord forgive me for the lapse you are welcome to house Valerian of course and I can provide any refreshments you may need. *Of course the cold grey eyes did not fall across her without eliciting a faint shiver of a sensation through her limbs as if she must be on her very best behavior.* My name is Maia Tendeme and I am at your service. *Her voice and movements were smoothe and covered any nervousness she might have.*: It’s Lord. Philip de Morhban. This is the first time I’ve set foot in this establishment. *He glances around the main room, seemingly ignoring her for the time being until those cold gray eyes focus upon her once he is finished speaking.* Yes, I want you. Tell me your name. *His black leather gloved hand releases the hilt of his bastard sword, coming to rest by his side as he continues to observe her. She didn’t appear to be… busy at the moment. Even if she was, he could certainly pay more than any other man… or woman in the Valerian house. No?*: *She would hear the front entryway being opened to allow admittance and soon after the thud of booted feet upon the floor which prompts her to motion to a kitchen servant after not hearing anyone greeting the guest for seconds too long. She would proceed to the front receiving room only for her eyes to first catch those booted feet then cast up over the black clad man wearing armor that was clearly the mark of ....the raven. She would feel her eyes widen faintly and her pulse skip up a few paces before she'd curtsey low to the man and then quietly and slowly bring her eyes up towards his face and that gaze there.* I apologize for the lack of quick reception, sir, the Dowayne of the house must be attending to previous appointments. What can Valerian house do for you, sir of Morbhan? *The lighting was muted but ample and the scent of the dwelling was pleasing and it was clear he would meet no abrupt and ill mannered cretins here but only her like whose hands were gently folded atop her skirts*: *An individual clad entirely in black enters through the front door of the Valerian house within the Night’s Doorstep, resting a hand against the obsidian hilt of a unique steel bastard sword that features a raven pommel. A long ebony cape flows gracefully behind him, affixed to his elaborate cuirass as he steps inside of the building and casts his steel gray gaze across the interior of the establishment… in search of something in particular. Yes, he has been on the prowl as of late, having left his guards outside to pursue to object of his desire. But what is his desire? His black leather boots thud against the flooring within the main house before he comes to a halt and waits for someone to cater to him. He is used to being catered to by servants of every manner, but it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone who recognizes the crest of a raven and the sea emblazoned on his polished cuirass, should it? The Morhban arms is a symbol of prestige and authority.*: *She had somewhat honey colored hair and green eyes and a grace about her that came from years of practice and that marque on her back was slowly reaching it's full extent but as of yet was not near finished.*: *In her house there were many who had started their journey the same time as Maia and yet her dedication to what she had been taught and her ability to truly soak in the knowledge and display the true ability to embody the house motto seemed to surpass almost all others. Just now she was assisting in the creation of a dessert course of an absolutely divine nature and her patience and technique showed how truly she followed direction. How quickly she moved when told to perform any house tasks. Willing. Able. Yielding and yet she seemed to have an inner strength that shone through. Somehow this had added up to her assignations being somewhat scarce but of higher quality so just now she performed full service to the house...she wore a gown now while she prepared the finishing touches that wrapped her body into a gorgeous shape and her body curved into the corset cinched about her leaving her shoulders and cleavage bare and enhancing her hips as a narrow slit cut a swath down her left leg. She wore jewelry gifted to her by a patron and smelled of a fine perfume created for her by another...she was happy...gently crimson in her cheeks and humming a song with a voice that warmed the heart and mind like honey*: *Yes.*: *Mash my dinner?*: *Be quiet, Maia. Or I will mash your dinner.*: *Who shares my interest?*: *I have an interest in... sharper pleasures.*: *I'm afraid to ask.*: *What might those be, you ask?*: *No, I have... other intentions.*: *Do you intend to help me complete my marque?*: *That all depends upon you.*: *That was... easy. What else will you kiss?*: *Kisses the seal*: *I am the heir of Pointe d'Oeste. Now kiss the seal.*: *Kiss the raven seal, Maia.*: (( Careful. You might strain something.)): *Stretch.*: (( If one sends in an app, yes. )): *Contemplates*Last Post:8:49pm, December 15 (UTC) (1)
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