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( To explain: In their society, people are either Pluses or Minuses. A Plus is someone who is legally protected from the option of slavery. If they were crippled by debt, they would be salvaged by the government and their status changed. A Minus is someone who always has Slavery as an option, whether by choice or force. Basically alot of people are Minuses, the others are Pluses. She was a Plus before, but was knocked down to a Slave when her parents willingly sold her away to repay the litigation. The Ancillary club is pretty much below the 'Supreme Student council' which does big projects and influences budget tallies. On the other hand, the Ancillary club is responsible for small scale problems, issues and such. The world is largely unequal yet effective and slaves have 'some' protection against abuse and such. )
He remembered the day he first met Rebecca. She was on the verge of tears, tugging incessantly at the leather collar she was forced to wear. Only when his parents weren't looking did he ease up the tightness, but that was met only with a bashful look of discontent towards him. He was but a 12 year old young boy back then, only starting to discover his body and surely, his place in life. Raised in a quiet household belonging to parents who were rarely there, the boy's attitude was different. While all the servants in his house did wear collars, he treated them all fondly, referring to his servants by first name and treating them kindly. And now here he was, attending Saint Prester's preparatory academy with his slave Rebecca living with him in a two-storey rented house. In fact, he even convinced his parents to enroll Rebecca as a student instead of his retainer, wanting to give her the chance to experience higher learning for herself.
She had been scored with a few rope marks in the recent past, though largely they had healed it remained as a fresh example of her submission to him. The Florentine family was once a 'Plus' , people whose standings made them ineligible to fall into slavery. Unlike their opposite, the 'Minuses' , they were able to give up their rights to become servants often at exchange of benefits: life-saving surgery, declaring bankruptcy at such huge debts or even by will. A Plus will be aided by the government instead of being forced into slavery, but apparently the head of the family was convicted of corruption from their mother company, Thelan Cross inc after a supposed labor dispute erupted into an entire slew of corruption charges. Her parents had no problems selling away their daughter to settle most of their case, imagining a crying young Rebecca begging her parents to keep her as she was dragged away to a bleak life.
Even though through time she had been bashful and somewhat...scared of him, the two got along reasonably well when their respect became mutual as they matured. Outside she maintains her attitude of being a Good girl; always studying, eyes to books and sharing a laugh with her friends. Even though she was a Minus student, she was still respected by any Plus student even though she wore a collar on her neck. He, on the other hand, was just another kid trying to get through Saint Prester's. But inside, at night, a new relationship would form, often with Rebecca at his feet, gagged and blindfolded begging for his attention.
Sighing, as school drew to a close, he finished his reflections. He waved goodbye to his Plus friend Tristan as he walked outside, where he saw Rebeca waiting. "Sorry I'm late." he said, "Did you get the proposal done for the room exchange? We really have to move into Bateman wing..." he said, sighing. The two were in the Student Ancillary council, with Rebecca as the head of the Student affairs office while he was a few ranks below her as the Treasurer. Their room was relatively old and to improve on their image, they had to move to the new building. Then, he noticed a few rope marks on her wrists. "Did anyone notice?" he asked, reaching out for her wrists...
He remembered the day he first met Rebecca. She was on the verge of tears, tugging incessantly at the leather collar she was forced to wear. Only when his parents weren't looking did he ease up the tightness, but that was met only with a bashful look of discontent towards him. He was but a 12 year old young boy back then, only starting to discover his body and surely, his place in life. Raised in a quiet household belonging to parents who were rarely there, the boy's attitude was different. While all the servants in his house did wear collars, he treated them all fondly, referring to his servants by first name and treating them kindly. And now here he was, attending Saint Prester's preparatory academy with his slave Rebecca living with him in a two-storey rented house. In fact, he even convinced his parents to enroll Rebecca as a student instead of his retainer, wanting to give her the chance to experience higher learning for herself.
She had been scored with a few rope marks in the recent past, though largely they had healed it remained as a fresh example of her submission to him. The Florentine family was once a 'Plus' , people whose standings made them ineligible to fall into slavery. Unlike their opposite, the 'Minuses' , they were able to give up their rights to become servants often at exchange of benefits: life-saving surgery, declaring bankruptcy at such huge debts or even by will. A Plus will be aided by the government instead of being forced into slavery, but apparently the head of the family was convicted of corruption from their mother company, Thelan Cross inc after a supposed labor dispute erupted into an entire slew of corruption charges. Her parents had no problems selling away their daughter to settle most of their case, imagining a crying young Rebecca begging her parents to keep her as she was dragged away to a bleak life.
Even though through time she had been bashful and somewhat...scared of him, the two got along reasonably well when their respect became mutual as they matured. Outside she maintains her attitude of being a Good girl; always studying, eyes to books and sharing a laugh with her friends. Even though she was a Minus student, she was still respected by any Plus student even though she wore a collar on her neck. He, on the other hand, was just another kid trying to get through Saint Prester's. But inside, at night, a new relationship would form, often with Rebecca at his feet, gagged and blindfolded begging for his attention.
Sighing, as school drew to a close, he finished his reflections. He waved goodbye to his Plus friend Tristan as he walked outside, where he saw Rebeca waiting. "Sorry I'm late." he said, "Did you get the proposal done for the room exchange? We really have to move into Bateman wing..." he said, sighing. The two were in the Student Ancillary council, with Rebecca as the head of the Student affairs office while he was a few ranks below her as the Treasurer. Their room was relatively old and to improve on their image, they had to move to the new building. Then, he noticed a few rope marks on her wrists. "Did anyone notice?" he asked, reaching out for her wrists...
Frogger
Pulsar
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- Location
- Out Of This World
Rebecca also remembered the first day she met him. It had been a rainy day, the tears of the heavens falling down from the sky to be soaked up into the earth. At that time she had gotten used to disappointment and lies, seeing as how her parents sold her in order to pay off the bills. Yeah, they loved her all right… Loved for her to take care of all their problems. A few weeks later, and she was the new slave of a Plus family, with a leather collar around her neck to make this known to everyone. It itched and scratched her to the point of insanity….yet…there was one person who seemed to take pity on her by loosening the thing. Not that she really thanked him. Back then she had been resentful, and more than life itself, she had wanted things to go back to the way they were before.
Fast forward about oh…five or six years from that one fateful day, and much has changed since then. Of course, that was to be expected over the passage of time…but there are some things that even she wouldn’t have predicted. Like the fact that she was attending the prestigious St. Prester’s Academy, alongside her master. Or that she would be living in the same rented home as he, instead of a normal dormitory. If things hadn’t happened the way they had…she would have been in the same class as him too. Luckily no one really held the fact that she was a Minus against her. Many times other students seemed to appreciate whatever advice she had to give, or help she had to offer. This was a great relief, because with her social status things could be a lot worse.
Having marks on her skin wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. When misbehaving, slaves were to be punished in some way, shape or form. It was the way the world revolved. Mothers disciplined children whenever they do something bad, and the same happened to the hired help. Sure, at time it proved to be difficult to hide the bruises or marks….but she always managed, one way or another. Lotions helped at times, as well as concealing make-up when it comes to those decorating her facial features. Wearing long sleeves only went so far. Because it is summertime, the days are growing longer, not to mention hotter. It gets uncomfortable to have those sleeves all the way down her arms. The treating was either going to have to stop…or she was going to have to come up with a different method to hiding the marks. Either way, something has to be done.
”No, no one noticed,” Rebecca answered him. “Everyone has been pretty busy today. It is the first week of school. That, and the fact that we must organize the orientation event for the freshmen joining the Academy. I’m not sure how we’re all going to get it done in time…” Her wrists was taken by him, and a sliver of…something flashed down her spine. It was almost…the urge to pull away, but it wasn’t…. It just wasn’t quite the right description. “I got the proposal done for the room exchange. We should be hearing back from the principal, or the Student Council, here within the next couple of days. I’m hoping Principal Anderson understands why it is we want to change rooms, and grants us our request.”
The girl raised a hand, flicking a chunk of hair out of her eyes and behind an ear. Being a redhead, her hair was a nice hue similar to that of a rose. Against one cheek it was restrained by a big yellow bow, the bangs by blue barrettes. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of amber. It was an unusual eye color, even within her family. Not anyone has had it in many years. Especially with the gold around the pupil, making it seem more exotic. She was petite and thin, giving off an air of delicacy that was unintentional in every way. Who would want to seem that way? Quietly she removed her hands from his, brushing them down her skirt before tucking them into her skirt pockets. “We should go… It’s starting to get late, don’t you think?”
Fast forward about oh…five or six years from that one fateful day, and much has changed since then. Of course, that was to be expected over the passage of time…but there are some things that even she wouldn’t have predicted. Like the fact that she was attending the prestigious St. Prester’s Academy, alongside her master. Or that she would be living in the same rented home as he, instead of a normal dormitory. If things hadn’t happened the way they had…she would have been in the same class as him too. Luckily no one really held the fact that she was a Minus against her. Many times other students seemed to appreciate whatever advice she had to give, or help she had to offer. This was a great relief, because with her social status things could be a lot worse.
Having marks on her skin wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. When misbehaving, slaves were to be punished in some way, shape or form. It was the way the world revolved. Mothers disciplined children whenever they do something bad, and the same happened to the hired help. Sure, at time it proved to be difficult to hide the bruises or marks….but she always managed, one way or another. Lotions helped at times, as well as concealing make-up when it comes to those decorating her facial features. Wearing long sleeves only went so far. Because it is summertime, the days are growing longer, not to mention hotter. It gets uncomfortable to have those sleeves all the way down her arms. The treating was either going to have to stop…or she was going to have to come up with a different method to hiding the marks. Either way, something has to be done.
”No, no one noticed,” Rebecca answered him. “Everyone has been pretty busy today. It is the first week of school. That, and the fact that we must organize the orientation event for the freshmen joining the Academy. I’m not sure how we’re all going to get it done in time…” Her wrists was taken by him, and a sliver of…something flashed down her spine. It was almost…the urge to pull away, but it wasn’t…. It just wasn’t quite the right description. “I got the proposal done for the room exchange. We should be hearing back from the principal, or the Student Council, here within the next couple of days. I’m hoping Principal Anderson understands why it is we want to change rooms, and grants us our request.”
The girl raised a hand, flicking a chunk of hair out of her eyes and behind an ear. Being a redhead, her hair was a nice hue similar to that of a rose. Against one cheek it was restrained by a big yellow bow, the bangs by blue barrettes. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of amber. It was an unusual eye color, even within her family. Not anyone has had it in many years. Especially with the gold around the pupil, making it seem more exotic. She was petite and thin, giving off an air of delicacy that was unintentional in every way. Who would want to seem that way? Quietly she removed her hands from his, brushing them down her skirt before tucking them into her skirt pockets. “We should go… It’s starting to get late, don’t you think?”
And while the rope marks served to remind her of the submission, it also bore the brunt of his mistakes: once he whipped rather hard that it left a bruise near her chest, though mostly it had healed he was angry at himself more than she could ever be to him. Another time was when he accidentally hit her eye with his elbow during bondage, at a time when he was still getting used to his dominating position. And while Rebecca would smile, he wasn't quite sure if she really was submitting to him. As a Slave she was granted the rare opportunity to keep secrets, as his mother had told him once: "Take away a woman's secrets and there will be nothing left." He rarely punished her for withholding information at a time when he still tried to define their 'relationship'.
Walking down the grounds, he tried not to pay attention to a Plus student tugging along a leash with his retainer on the receiving end. A retainer was a servant who would serve the master all throughout the day and was not entitled to the same education that even Minuses would have. While code of decency prevents obscene sexual acts to take place outside, near alcoves and dark corners one could hear a Retainer's moan or their gagged pleas. Once, he even saw a retainer bound in a hogtie, enduring a vibrator as she awaited her master to finish Gym class. Horrible, yet...this was how their society functioned.
It was remarkable how Rebecca was so organized. Always ahead on her studies, many teachers spoke only good things of her, often touting the red-haired lady to be a top student. In comparison, he was pretty much an 'average' student whose grades are rather lackluster save for the arts and music, who contributes nothing to team spirit nor helping out with various events. "Thank goodness..." he said, gazing back towards Rebecca. "The Principal is a very rational man...I am sure he will grant us the opportunity. If not, then I'm sure he'll give us a lenient condition."
Sitting down on a tree, it was Nathaniel's cue that he didn't want to go home so early, which was strange considering many masters were eager to spirit their Retainers away and do activities that were sexual in nature together. "It's going to be just fine, Rebecca. Why don't you just have a seat here for awhile and let's enjoy the sunset?" The Moment he closes the door behind her all notions of freedom become moot. Once indoors, he could, theoretically, order her to strip and masturbate without pause until he deems it sufficient. But, Nathaniel was not like any other master.
Opening his bag, taking out a sketch book he began to roughly outline the view from under the tree, excluding that Plus student who led his slave around. Then, he brought up the topic "...I'm kind of having some trouble with my Calculus homework...think you can help me out?" Of course she had the freedom to say no, he gave her that liberty. Math and the Sciences were his weak points, with the early assessment Councillor telling him that area should be of great concern.
Walking down the grounds, he tried not to pay attention to a Plus student tugging along a leash with his retainer on the receiving end. A retainer was a servant who would serve the master all throughout the day and was not entitled to the same education that even Minuses would have. While code of decency prevents obscene sexual acts to take place outside, near alcoves and dark corners one could hear a Retainer's moan or their gagged pleas. Once, he even saw a retainer bound in a hogtie, enduring a vibrator as she awaited her master to finish Gym class. Horrible, yet...this was how their society functioned.
It was remarkable how Rebecca was so organized. Always ahead on her studies, many teachers spoke only good things of her, often touting the red-haired lady to be a top student. In comparison, he was pretty much an 'average' student whose grades are rather lackluster save for the arts and music, who contributes nothing to team spirit nor helping out with various events. "Thank goodness..." he said, gazing back towards Rebecca. "The Principal is a very rational man...I am sure he will grant us the opportunity. If not, then I'm sure he'll give us a lenient condition."
Sitting down on a tree, it was Nathaniel's cue that he didn't want to go home so early, which was strange considering many masters were eager to spirit their Retainers away and do activities that were sexual in nature together. "It's going to be just fine, Rebecca. Why don't you just have a seat here for awhile and let's enjoy the sunset?" The Moment he closes the door behind her all notions of freedom become moot. Once indoors, he could, theoretically, order her to strip and masturbate without pause until he deems it sufficient. But, Nathaniel was not like any other master.
Opening his bag, taking out a sketch book he began to roughly outline the view from under the tree, excluding that Plus student who led his slave around. Then, he brought up the topic "...I'm kind of having some trouble with my Calculus homework...think you can help me out?" Of course she had the freedom to say no, he gave her that liberty. Math and the Sciences were his weak points, with the early assessment Councillor telling him that area should be of great concern.
Frogger
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2012
- Location
- Out Of This World
”I…I guess I can help, but math isn’t my best subject…” Rebecca didn’t know what to think about this change in schedule. Usually after classes, they went straight home, worked on homework and such until dinnertime rolled around…then she made something for them to eat. It wasn’t as though everything was set in stone, but it was the general familiarity of knowing what came next in the day that eased her nerves at times. Now….out of the blue, he was kicking back and asking for her help. Yes, she knew that math was one of his weak points, and it was actually one of her stronger subjects…but still. Couldn’t he ask a Plus friend for help? It wasn’t as though they were friends… They were master and slave, with a respectful, mutual relationship that promised nothing more.
The redhead leaned back against the tree near the young man. Her arms came up to link across her chest, her feet doing much of the same thing. “Yes… The Principal is a rational man. That doesn’t mean he will allow us to change rooms, but I hope it does. We really need a new room, since it’s old and everything. I think it’s also getting a little bit dangerous to even stay in there. Just the other day, Nina was hit on the head with a piece of tile from the ceiling. The wallpaper is peeling off the walls. I tripped on a loose floorboard not too long ago. If things continue to disintegrate, the room will probably be redone completely… and that would be a blessing.”
A few minutes passed in silence, and she wondered just what to do. In order to study, they needed to go back to their home, right? Either that or head back to the school… There was no way she could help him with math without some paper, a calculator, and a textbook. Not to mention a whole lot of patience. What could she do though? It wasn’t like she could outright tell him how she felt on the matter…or on anything else. That was something she has, and never will, do. Their relationship may change sometime in the future, but keeping her secrets close to her heart is important.
“Do you want to head back to the house? If you want me to help you out with your homework, we’re going to need more room than this to do so… And I can cook there. I don’t think it’ll be too long before it’s dinnertime. I’m sure you don’t want to starve…” Rebecca rolled her eyes at this, pushing herself away from the tree. Bending over, she picked up a rock, tossing it up into the air before swiftly catching the pebble in her palm. A soft breeze wafted through, ruffling the skirt she wore until it teased around her thighs. The jacket lapels did the same, except around her collar.
Subdued amber eyes flicked towards the man, then quickly danced away to take to the sky. It had been a pretty day earlier, with lots of warm sunshine and birds in the air. It had made it difficult to focus on tasks at hand, but somehow she managed throughout. Now she just regrets that she missed out on any of it.
The redhead leaned back against the tree near the young man. Her arms came up to link across her chest, her feet doing much of the same thing. “Yes… The Principal is a rational man. That doesn’t mean he will allow us to change rooms, but I hope it does. We really need a new room, since it’s old and everything. I think it’s also getting a little bit dangerous to even stay in there. Just the other day, Nina was hit on the head with a piece of tile from the ceiling. The wallpaper is peeling off the walls. I tripped on a loose floorboard not too long ago. If things continue to disintegrate, the room will probably be redone completely… and that would be a blessing.”
A few minutes passed in silence, and she wondered just what to do. In order to study, they needed to go back to their home, right? Either that or head back to the school… There was no way she could help him with math without some paper, a calculator, and a textbook. Not to mention a whole lot of patience. What could she do though? It wasn’t like she could outright tell him how she felt on the matter…or on anything else. That was something she has, and never will, do. Their relationship may change sometime in the future, but keeping her secrets close to her heart is important.
“Do you want to head back to the house? If you want me to help you out with your homework, we’re going to need more room than this to do so… And I can cook there. I don’t think it’ll be too long before it’s dinnertime. I’m sure you don’t want to starve…” Rebecca rolled her eyes at this, pushing herself away from the tree. Bending over, she picked up a rock, tossing it up into the air before swiftly catching the pebble in her palm. A soft breeze wafted through, ruffling the skirt she wore until it teased around her thighs. The jacket lapels did the same, except around her collar.
Subdued amber eyes flicked towards the man, then quickly danced away to take to the sky. It had been a pretty day earlier, with lots of warm sunshine and birds in the air. It had made it difficult to focus on tasks at hand, but somehow she managed throughout. Now she just regrets that she missed out on any of it.
So that was why Nina had to be carried out on a stretcher. While the tile was so old that it pretty much shattered into dust upon impact, the emergency medical technicians had to come by and escort her out. Nina was a rather frail girl, often seen around the computer filing forms as the student council's accountant. Room 1029 was the oldest room in the oldest wing, many even wondered why such a prestigious school would have such a rundown room. Of course, you could grumble and easily blame the Supreme Student council to relocating them there under the terms of cutting deficits on a shortfall in the budget. "It feels like all of Bateman wing will get remodeled. The Principal apparently has a sentimental connection to there, so it may take awhile. The most feasible solution is to move. Now, if only Reira would accept it..."
Reira was the Finance Minister of the Supreme Student Council, the one responsible for suggesting the move to Room 1029. Swaying her opinion would be hard, as a Plus who was the daughter to the CEO of the biggest and oldest operating bank to date. Perhaps Rebecca did not understand, but he just...wanted to relax. Truth was, he spent more time with Rebecca than he had with any other girl. And while she was indeed his slave, he had thought of her as more than that...why else was she allowed to defy his wishes at times?
"Ahhh, yes. We should." he said, glancing up to the sky as he stood up. The sun was setting and the night would soon come. Bag right behind him, he walked by her side, showing that they were equals in his eyes despite the fact that Rebecca wore a leather collar on her neck. "Say, Rebecca...how do you do it?" he asked curiously, walking down Britannia road, meeting other people in the bustling metropolis. "You're so much more talented than me, you're smart, hardworking and well-liked. Me...I'm just an average kid." he admitted, crossing the pedestrian lane as they walked close to his home, located quite far from the academy itself, but enough of walking distance to disregard public transportation.
The house was an ordinary two-floor stand-alone home, rented by his parents for his exclusive use. Opening the door for her, once inside the rules change. Nathaniel could easily become a dominating master who was still testing the borders of his...desires. Despite that, he was extremely lenient still, taking into consideration her homework and all. "I'm not in the mood for home cooking. Maybe the leftovers from yesterday would do." he said, placing his bag on his bed and walking back downstairs, dressed now in track pants and a plain white shirt.
Turning on the TV, he switched it to World News. Looking towards Rebecca, he kept his eyes on the report about the War in South America. "Rebecca, are you in the mood for it tonight?" he asked, blushing softly. 'It' was a word that stood in place of that taboo. Odd, considering he was more than willing to tie her up yet was embarrassed when he heard the words bondage or BDSM. "If...you want to."
Reira was the Finance Minister of the Supreme Student Council, the one responsible for suggesting the move to Room 1029. Swaying her opinion would be hard, as a Plus who was the daughter to the CEO of the biggest and oldest operating bank to date. Perhaps Rebecca did not understand, but he just...wanted to relax. Truth was, he spent more time with Rebecca than he had with any other girl. And while she was indeed his slave, he had thought of her as more than that...why else was she allowed to defy his wishes at times?
"Ahhh, yes. We should." he said, glancing up to the sky as he stood up. The sun was setting and the night would soon come. Bag right behind him, he walked by her side, showing that they were equals in his eyes despite the fact that Rebecca wore a leather collar on her neck. "Say, Rebecca...how do you do it?" he asked curiously, walking down Britannia road, meeting other people in the bustling metropolis. "You're so much more talented than me, you're smart, hardworking and well-liked. Me...I'm just an average kid." he admitted, crossing the pedestrian lane as they walked close to his home, located quite far from the academy itself, but enough of walking distance to disregard public transportation.
The house was an ordinary two-floor stand-alone home, rented by his parents for his exclusive use. Opening the door for her, once inside the rules change. Nathaniel could easily become a dominating master who was still testing the borders of his...desires. Despite that, he was extremely lenient still, taking into consideration her homework and all. "I'm not in the mood for home cooking. Maybe the leftovers from yesterday would do." he said, placing his bag on his bed and walking back downstairs, dressed now in track pants and a plain white shirt.
Turning on the TV, he switched it to World News. Looking towards Rebecca, he kept his eyes on the report about the War in South America. "Rebecca, are you in the mood for it tonight?" he asked, blushing softly. 'It' was a word that stood in place of that taboo. Odd, considering he was more than willing to tie her up yet was embarrassed when he heard the words bondage or BDSM. "If...you want to."
Frogger
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2012
- Location
- Out Of This World
Rebecca went on up to her own room. It was rather plain, given the way the rest of the house was in comparison. Instead of having posters on the walls, or little frames pictures along the bureau –like most teenage girls- there was no little personal touches like this. The tops of the nightstand was bare except for the alarm clock and a lamp. On the desk near the window was a shelf, stuffed with textbooks and a dictionary. There was only a few papers, but those were organized into neat piles. Almost everything in her room was organized. All her books in her bookcase was alphabetized by author, then by title. Her shirts were color-coordinated, and the same went with her pants. It wasn’t like she was exactly… particular about how her things should be. No, that wasn’t the case at all. It was just easier to have it all organized the way they should be. That was how she kept up with all the schoolwork, and the duties of being on the Student Ancillary Council entailed.
After dropping her bag onto the made bed, she sat down to remove her shoes and socks. Various thoughts from the day crossed through her mind, but what really stood out the most was how Nina had been taken away on a stretcher. It was most definitely an image that wasn’t going to be leaving anytime in the near future. Just think….it was only a piece of tile coming from the ceiling that caused her collapse. Maybe that will persuade Reira that the move is the best thing to do, and so the process can move along more smoothly.
She decided to remain in her uniform. It was fairly comfortable, and there was no need to dirty up more clothes that what was necessary. Why change out of the uniform, only to change into some pajamas an hour or two later? There was no need for all that hassle. Once she tied her hair back into a braid, with just a few locks framing her face, she gathered together what materials she needed for homework tonight. It was only a few textbooks, papers, and a calculator luckily. Usually she had a lot of work to do, but today she decided to work on homework during her free time. In the long-run, less to do. Which was a relief in this case, seeing as how her master asked for help.
On the stairs she almost ran into him, causing her to stumble and almost drop things. Together they went down into the living room, where he turned on the television to World News. “To answer your question from earlier…” she murmured. “I just work hard. I’m not more talented than you, or any other person in the school. What I have going for me is the fact that I am willing to study for all my classes, and I happen to do well on the tests. That’s all. And I’m only well-liked because of you. That, and I don’t hang out with many other people.”
The homework and textbook for math was set up on the coffee table quickly. When he spoke about his preference for dinner, she merely nodded. “Alright. There are plenty of leftovers from yesterday, so that is fine with me. As for what happens tonight…that is up to you. Master.” The last word was spoken quietly. It is only within these four walls that she would call him by such a title. Here, she wasn’t the confident, stubborn young woman she is outside of it. No. She was the demure slave as was required, ready to serve her master as he wishes.
After dropping her bag onto the made bed, she sat down to remove her shoes and socks. Various thoughts from the day crossed through her mind, but what really stood out the most was how Nina had been taken away on a stretcher. It was most definitely an image that wasn’t going to be leaving anytime in the near future. Just think….it was only a piece of tile coming from the ceiling that caused her collapse. Maybe that will persuade Reira that the move is the best thing to do, and so the process can move along more smoothly.
She decided to remain in her uniform. It was fairly comfortable, and there was no need to dirty up more clothes that what was necessary. Why change out of the uniform, only to change into some pajamas an hour or two later? There was no need for all that hassle. Once she tied her hair back into a braid, with just a few locks framing her face, she gathered together what materials she needed for homework tonight. It was only a few textbooks, papers, and a calculator luckily. Usually she had a lot of work to do, but today she decided to work on homework during her free time. In the long-run, less to do. Which was a relief in this case, seeing as how her master asked for help.
On the stairs she almost ran into him, causing her to stumble and almost drop things. Together they went down into the living room, where he turned on the television to World News. “To answer your question from earlier…” she murmured. “I just work hard. I’m not more talented than you, or any other person in the school. What I have going for me is the fact that I am willing to study for all my classes, and I happen to do well on the tests. That’s all. And I’m only well-liked because of you. That, and I don’t hang out with many other people.”
The homework and textbook for math was set up on the coffee table quickly. When he spoke about his preference for dinner, she merely nodded. “Alright. There are plenty of leftovers from yesterday, so that is fine with me. As for what happens tonight…that is up to you. Master.” The last word was spoken quietly. It is only within these four walls that she would call him by such a title. Here, she wasn’t the confident, stubborn young woman she is outside of it. No. She was the demure slave as was required, ready to serve her master as he wishes.
Master. Something about that word put him off. Yet it was necessary to be called by that name, to distinguish her standing in society. From birth he was taught that he was superior to any Minus; he held more importance than his wet nurse or the gardener he would often talk to. Groomed to be the successor of a family that put it's fortune in the tech industry, yet he showed little interest in the trappings of an aristocratic heir: preferring solitary afternoons out, painting and artistry, Nathaniel found solace in the arts...If only Rebecca could see it too...
Rebecca's words encouraged him, to know that it was in his capability to be just like her: smart, talented and well-loved. "Why is that? Some people are genuinely kind like...Tristan! Yeah! He's a pretty laid-back guy. Kind of arrogant but he's pretty nice to anyone close to him..." As long as she followed the curfew rules his parents set out, he had no problems with her going outside. Nathaniel was self-sufficient to a degree, he could cook his own meals even though they were simpler and didn't taste as good as Rebecca's own.
If it made her happy, he would also be happy.
To be in control made him jittery, yet he found pleasure when his slave would be bound, begging for relief. Quite the paradox, especially with the timid and modest boy being a relatively skilled bondage rigger. Years of experiments gave him ample experience with the knots and ties of the trade. "No...I'm concerned. Don't want to tie you up, have you worn out and miss out on doing your homework...It's alright if you don't want to after dinner..." he said, taking his own pencil and pen, as well as his textbook.
He wanted to show that he cared for her...yet the two seemed almost worlds apart, as if the distance between the master and slave was almost light years apart...Nathaniel, regardless, was ready to start on his lesson.
Rebecca's words encouraged him, to know that it was in his capability to be just like her: smart, talented and well-loved. "Why is that? Some people are genuinely kind like...Tristan! Yeah! He's a pretty laid-back guy. Kind of arrogant but he's pretty nice to anyone close to him..." As long as she followed the curfew rules his parents set out, he had no problems with her going outside. Nathaniel was self-sufficient to a degree, he could cook his own meals even though they were simpler and didn't taste as good as Rebecca's own.
If it made her happy, he would also be happy.
To be in control made him jittery, yet he found pleasure when his slave would be bound, begging for relief. Quite the paradox, especially with the timid and modest boy being a relatively skilled bondage rigger. Years of experiments gave him ample experience with the knots and ties of the trade. "No...I'm concerned. Don't want to tie you up, have you worn out and miss out on doing your homework...It's alright if you don't want to after dinner..." he said, taking his own pencil and pen, as well as his textbook.
He wanted to show that he cared for her...yet the two seemed almost worlds apart, as if the distance between the master and slave was almost light years apart...Nathaniel, regardless, was ready to start on his lesson.
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“Okay, let’s see…” Rebecca began rifling through the pages of the textbook. “It looks like you’re learning bell curves in class right now… Those are relatively easy, but it can get pretty confusing when it gets down to it… I learned about them last year. As for what we were talking about… I’m not sure why it is like it is. People judge others in ways they shouldn’t… and because of social status. Minuses are perceived differently than Pluses are… As much as some pretend otherwise. There’s nothing I can do to change that. Unfortunately. I would love to…given the way some girls throw me dirty looks.”
It didn’t bother her that she had to address him as Master within the confines of their home. After years of doing it, over and over again, one grew accustomed to such things. Even doing the chores around the house. She used to hate doing them at first, with a spiteful vengeance. Oh, how she used to burn the food on purpose…or iron a black spot right into shirts and pants alike… There was even times where she would spit into the food, just for the heck of it. How childish it seemed now. Especially when something as silly as doing the dishes calmed her nerves.
“Alright, do you know how to find standard deviation? Or what it is?” she asked the man situated beside her. “For the most part, it’s listed in the question. Think of it as the different between one point to the next on the bell curve. The middle represents the median. On either end is the maximum and minimum values the x can be. Luckily, this is very similar to the quartile box. The five standards points that make it up are the values that you need to know. There are various formulas helping you find standard deviation, and the correlation to all this information. As long as you have that, you should do fairly well on the tests and quizzes.”
Rebecca smiled over at him. To her, this was all rather easy. It was only because she studied it for quite a long while before she moved on to the next thing in class. Handing him the pencil, she helped him through a number of problems, guiding him to the right answer without actually giving it away. It was more helpful in the long run. That way, he could catch his own mistakes. After a few minutes she told him to try a few problems without her help, rising up to grab them a drink from the kitchen. Her throat was getting rather parched after all the talking.
Taking two glasses down from the cabinet, she looked through the various choices. Ice chinked into the glass cups, and soon she poured tea over them. Though it wasn’t her favorite drink, it was definitely the best thing given the choices. Once that was done, she went back into the living room.
It didn’t bother her that she had to address him as Master within the confines of their home. After years of doing it, over and over again, one grew accustomed to such things. Even doing the chores around the house. She used to hate doing them at first, with a spiteful vengeance. Oh, how she used to burn the food on purpose…or iron a black spot right into shirts and pants alike… There was even times where she would spit into the food, just for the heck of it. How childish it seemed now. Especially when something as silly as doing the dishes calmed her nerves.
“Alright, do you know how to find standard deviation? Or what it is?” she asked the man situated beside her. “For the most part, it’s listed in the question. Think of it as the different between one point to the next on the bell curve. The middle represents the median. On either end is the maximum and minimum values the x can be. Luckily, this is very similar to the quartile box. The five standards points that make it up are the values that you need to know. There are various formulas helping you find standard deviation, and the correlation to all this information. As long as you have that, you should do fairly well on the tests and quizzes.”
Rebecca smiled over at him. To her, this was all rather easy. It was only because she studied it for quite a long while before she moved on to the next thing in class. Handing him the pencil, she helped him through a number of problems, guiding him to the right answer without actually giving it away. It was more helpful in the long run. That way, he could catch his own mistakes. After a few minutes she told him to try a few problems without her help, rising up to grab them a drink from the kitchen. Her throat was getting rather parched after all the talking.
Taking two glasses down from the cabinet, she looked through the various choices. Ice chinked into the glass cups, and soon she poured tea over them. Though it wasn’t her favorite drink, it was definitely the best thing given the choices. Once that was done, she went back into the living room.
"Uhuh...And...how do I do this question?" he asked, rather curious. He knew better than to just rely on her to teach him anything, but he was really struggling with his Calculus homework. Atleast Rebecca did much to alleviate that, but as everyone knows, you can't just rely on someone forever. With a sigh, he leaned back as she departed to go grab something to drink for the two of them. Nothing like some cold tea to refresh the body!
With a sigh of relief, he had finished his work! "Thank you for your help, Rebecca." he said, smiling as he packed up his bag. Behind the front door...she was his slave. If he wished he could simply tell her to strip and masturbate before him and she would oblige. After all...that was her place in society.
Taking a seat, he turned on the television right after checking out his Facebook on a mobile phone. "Do you have any friends at school, Rebecca?" he asked, turning to face her. Times like these it seemed unbelievable that the two were master and slave. Standing up, he filled up a glass of water and returned to the living room.
"Do you...want to do it?"
With a sigh of relief, he had finished his work! "Thank you for your help, Rebecca." he said, smiling as he packed up his bag. Behind the front door...she was his slave. If he wished he could simply tell her to strip and masturbate before him and she would oblige. After all...that was her place in society.
Taking a seat, he turned on the television right after checking out his Facebook on a mobile phone. "Do you have any friends at school, Rebecca?" he asked, turning to face her. Times like these it seemed unbelievable that the two were master and slave. Standing up, he filled up a glass of water and returned to the living room.
"Do you...want to do it?"
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Rebecca glanced up at the clock. The hour hand was at the eight, the minute hand notches away from the seven. When they started the work it had only been seven-fifteen. In other words…she’s been helping him for over an hour. Wow…a new record. The last time they worked on math together, they didn’t finish until it was almost eleven o’clock at night. And that was when they were merely going over sigma and the other various Greek symbols used in calculus. It looks like he’s needing her help less and less often. “It was no problem. I don’t have much homework I need to get done. Actually, I finished most of it during study hall. Why waste time during that period?”
After gathering the supplies together, she looked up as he returned from the kitchen. He never ceased to surprise her. Why ask what she wanted, when he was the master, and she the slave? It was whatever he wanted that really mattered. Cruel as it is to think this way, it was true. Her thoughts, her feelings… none of it was of any significance. As long as she was in his shadow…they never will matter. What matters the most was his feelings and thoughts…his ambitions. His dreams. Not hers. Nothing about her was important….not even if she was alive or dead. It was sad, but so true. Just…what a pitiful existence she has.
“Whatever you want…I want, Master.” The redhead bowed her head submissively. “I am here for you to command. If you want to do…it, then I will go along with that decision.” To tell the truth, most of the truth she dreaded this time. Being so vulnerable…needing his attention like an addict needs his drugs… How embarrassing. She was a practical young woman, not a…a lustful one. There are better, more important things to do with her time.
After gathering the supplies together, she looked up as he returned from the kitchen. He never ceased to surprise her. Why ask what she wanted, when he was the master, and she the slave? It was whatever he wanted that really mattered. Cruel as it is to think this way, it was true. Her thoughts, her feelings… none of it was of any significance. As long as she was in his shadow…they never will matter. What matters the most was his feelings and thoughts…his ambitions. His dreams. Not hers. Nothing about her was important….not even if she was alive or dead. It was sad, but so true. Just…what a pitiful existence she has.
“Whatever you want…I want, Master.” The redhead bowed her head submissively. “I am here for you to command. If you want to do…it, then I will go along with that decision.” To tell the truth, most of the truth she dreaded this time. Being so vulnerable…needing his attention like an addict needs his drugs… How embarrassing. She was a practical young woman, not a…a lustful one. There are better, more important things to do with her time.
And while the two had been acquainted with each other for awhile now, the only thing they had not been used to was their place as a master and slave. He made it a habit to act civilized and orderly in the outside world, reverting to a strict and often-times harsh master who enjoyed seeing her in bondage. Yet...even he was having trouble defining himself. Sooner or later, he'd have to decide what kind of lifestyle he would live. He couldn't just live like this all his life...he either had to face his desires or let her live her own life.
"You answered as a slave would, but not as Rebecca." Her name was seldom used indoors. It was inside the roof and these four walls that she was known by many derogatory names, ranging from slut all the way to fuckhole. And while he would fluster calling her by such names almost immediately, he wanted to do as how masters should do it. But...he didn't know if she took it kindly.
Truly, after that lesson, he had second thoughts about engaging in BDSM. Wordlessly conveying his intentions, he leaned forward and kissed her softly. Of course this was all when he had a very bright pink blush on his cheeks. "Your thoughts matter to me...even in bondage I still have to listen to you in case the ropes are too tight or if you want to call off the session." he said, "BDSM is bondage and submission with care. Mistreating you without regard to your feelings is nothing more than torture. I don't want that." For BDSM to work, mutual respect and trust must be exchanged...atleast, that's what a website told him!
And while it seemed to him that time froze during their talk, it was quite the opposite: it was almost time for dinner time.
"You answered as a slave would, but not as Rebecca." Her name was seldom used indoors. It was inside the roof and these four walls that she was known by many derogatory names, ranging from slut all the way to fuckhole. And while he would fluster calling her by such names almost immediately, he wanted to do as how masters should do it. But...he didn't know if she took it kindly.
Truly, after that lesson, he had second thoughts about engaging in BDSM. Wordlessly conveying his intentions, he leaned forward and kissed her softly. Of course this was all when he had a very bright pink blush on his cheeks. "Your thoughts matter to me...even in bondage I still have to listen to you in case the ropes are too tight or if you want to call off the session." he said, "BDSM is bondage and submission with care. Mistreating you without regard to your feelings is nothing more than torture. I don't want that." For BDSM to work, mutual respect and trust must be exchanged...atleast, that's what a website told him!
And while it seemed to him that time froze during their talk, it was quite the opposite: it was almost time for dinner time.
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“I told you before, Master…. Whatever you want… I want. I am here to serve you.” Rebecca may have answered as a slave would, but that was what was expected of her. Opinions of a slave didn’t matter. The master only mattered here. Of course, she was lucky to have a kinder master than most. He never beat her unless it was justified. Many times during their sessions of bondage he would ask questions, to make sure she was comfortable. Even now, he asked if she wanted a session tonight or not. At times he did act as though he was strict and harsh. That was only a front he put up, however weak it was. Yes…she was very lucky, indeed.
Yet she couldn’t seem to define herself anymore. Before, she would think of herself as a hard-working student, determined to find a future, and enthusiastic about learning. Now…in the corner of her mind, the word ‘slave’ would rise up. The hope in her heart was dying…and it has been for some time now. Maybe she’ll never become anything… Not a doctor, or a botanist, or even a veterinarian. All she ever wanted was to make something of herself. The times where she had to beg for mercy didn’t help matters any, and only made her feel more worthless.
The kiss leaving her lips a bit tingly, Rebecca bowed her head right before heading back upstairs. It didn’t take her very long to put up the textbooks, the calculator, and the various other supplies. Why was it…his kisses never really left much of an impression on her? It could be because she didn’t feel any real emotion coming from it… There was none of the passion she longed for in life, or the tenderness she dreamed about. Once she was done with her task, the redhead went back down to the first floor, intending on making dinner. She had made spaghetti for them the night before. Because he requested just leftovers, that is what they are having again tonight.
Yet she couldn’t seem to define herself anymore. Before, she would think of herself as a hard-working student, determined to find a future, and enthusiastic about learning. Now…in the corner of her mind, the word ‘slave’ would rise up. The hope in her heart was dying…and it has been for some time now. Maybe she’ll never become anything… Not a doctor, or a botanist, or even a veterinarian. All she ever wanted was to make something of herself. The times where she had to beg for mercy didn’t help matters any, and only made her feel more worthless.
The kiss leaving her lips a bit tingly, Rebecca bowed her head right before heading back upstairs. It didn’t take her very long to put up the textbooks, the calculator, and the various other supplies. Why was it…his kisses never really left much of an impression on her? It could be because she didn’t feel any real emotion coming from it… There was none of the passion she longed for in life, or the tenderness she dreamed about. Once she was done with her task, the redhead went back down to the first floor, intending on making dinner. She had made spaghetti for them the night before. Because he requested just leftovers, that is what they are having again tonight.
"But..." his words cut off, he sighed softly as she walked upstairs to put away the stationary supplies and textbooks they used. Nathan wasn't really sure what to do...it was true he would sometimes act out of line and get unnecessarily harsh to her during bondage, often times only giving her relief when tears would pour out of her eyes from the intensity of her repeated orgasms or by how tight her bondage was. He had a feeling this was his own doing...karma, as many would say.
Those times when his kindness would twist and give way to a person so cruel it seemed like he was another person all together...was she tired of that, to see the same harsh and strict master treating her with kindness during day only to revert to the cruel dominant by the light of the moon? Nathan too had trouble defining himself and his relationship. He wanted...secretly, to love her. It wasn't a carnal desire, but rather...it was a form of romance that could easily be seen as fake when in reality, atleast to him, it was real.
When he heard her walk into the kitchen, he followed suit, finding her reheating the spaghetti that she had prepared yesterday. A table for two. "Hey, Rebecca...if you weren't my slave, what would you want to become?" he asked curiously. He asked his parents specifically that he wanted Rebecca to come with him to St. Prester's academy and that she would be enrolled as a student instead of his retainer. From spying on her he could tell that another girl came to life there, different from the slave he saw now and then.
"I'm...I'm still trying to find my place in this relationship, Rebecca...I know I've done some very harsh things to you...but..." he wasn't sure what else to say, flustering softly. He had lost the drive to go through with a bondage session with her, instead looking at the hot spaghetti that was served before him.
Those times when his kindness would twist and give way to a person so cruel it seemed like he was another person all together...was she tired of that, to see the same harsh and strict master treating her with kindness during day only to revert to the cruel dominant by the light of the moon? Nathan too had trouble defining himself and his relationship. He wanted...secretly, to love her. It wasn't a carnal desire, but rather...it was a form of romance that could easily be seen as fake when in reality, atleast to him, it was real.
When he heard her walk into the kitchen, he followed suit, finding her reheating the spaghetti that she had prepared yesterday. A table for two. "Hey, Rebecca...if you weren't my slave, what would you want to become?" he asked curiously. He asked his parents specifically that he wanted Rebecca to come with him to St. Prester's academy and that she would be enrolled as a student instead of his retainer. From spying on her he could tell that another girl came to life there, different from the slave he saw now and then.
"I'm...I'm still trying to find my place in this relationship, Rebecca...I know I've done some very harsh things to you...but..." he wasn't sure what else to say, flustering softly. He had lost the drive to go through with a bondage session with her, instead looking at the hot spaghetti that was served before him.
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Rebecca opened a nearby cabinet. For a moment all she could comprehend was the smooth wood under her fingertips, the light reflecting off the glasses inside. The gentle whir of the microwave was muted in the background. A nice white cloth covered the nearby table, the edges lined in delicate lace. The silverware had already been set out. If candles were involved in this little scene….along with sweet music, and maybe a touch here and there…this could have very well qualified as a romantic scene.
How could she answer such a question, when being a slave was all she knew? Just the idea of a life of serving only herself seemed ludicrous. After all…it never will happen in this lifetime. Everything she had experienced as a child, and while growing up, had molded her into the woman she was today. If she hadn’t gone through what she had, she could have ended up as a different person. Gone would be the hard-working, stubborn self that was most familiar to her… all to be replaced by mannerisms that wouldn’t belong.
“I’m not sure,” Rebecca finally spoke up. “There are many possibilities…I could be exactly how I am today, or I could not. My tastes could be different. Without knowing what kind of life I would have had growing up… I can’t answer that question honestly.” When he mentioned finding his place in this relationship, she couldn’t help but sigh. “Master… You don’t have to be concerned with such trivial things. Isn’t it obvious what this relationship is? I am your slave, and you are the master. That is how it stands.”
Her fingers brought down a glass, but it slipped out of her grasp. The shattering echoed around in the kitchen for a long moment. “Oh! I’m sorry! I will pay for it right away… as soon as I clean it up…” Luckily the shards were only on the floor, and not scattered about on the floor. It was within seconds that she started to pick up the glass shards, but she winced. A line of crimson line formed on her finger.
How could she answer such a question, when being a slave was all she knew? Just the idea of a life of serving only herself seemed ludicrous. After all…it never will happen in this lifetime. Everything she had experienced as a child, and while growing up, had molded her into the woman she was today. If she hadn’t gone through what she had, she could have ended up as a different person. Gone would be the hard-working, stubborn self that was most familiar to her… all to be replaced by mannerisms that wouldn’t belong.
“I’m not sure,” Rebecca finally spoke up. “There are many possibilities…I could be exactly how I am today, or I could not. My tastes could be different. Without knowing what kind of life I would have had growing up… I can’t answer that question honestly.” When he mentioned finding his place in this relationship, she couldn’t help but sigh. “Master… You don’t have to be concerned with such trivial things. Isn’t it obvious what this relationship is? I am your slave, and you are the master. That is how it stands.”
Her fingers brought down a glass, but it slipped out of her grasp. The shattering echoed around in the kitchen for a long moment. “Oh! I’m sorry! I will pay for it right away… as soon as I clean it up…” Luckily the shards were only on the floor, and not scattered about on the floor. It was within seconds that she started to pick up the glass shards, but she winced. A line of crimson line formed on her finger.
That was definitely true. He also may have changed given how the way he looked at the world changed when he was introduced into the bittersweet reality of Minus and Plus. "That's true...but I was thinking more along the lines of what sort of career you'd see yourself getting into, you know? Like maybe a doctor or even a mechanic?" He too helped prepare the table; it was definitel a job for two even if she was the servant in their relationship. His attention was definitely turned when he heard something shatter into small fragments. "Oh!" He gasps in surprise, rushing over to where she was. "I-It's no big deal, you really shoul- Oh my!" He noticed the cut and was quick to fawn over her with much concern.
Using his sleeve he wipes away the blood, leading her to the faucet. Washing away the crimson he applied some disinfectant before placing a small band-aid. "Sheesh. You shouldn't try to pick up glass shards with your bare hands, Rebecca!" Equal parts scolding and endearing, Nathan frowns concernedly. "Even if you were my slave, I would never want you to get hurt. You are worth more than property to me, you know." The brunette tried to act cool, unaware that his face flushed with embarrassment upon saying such words.
It was a bit cliche for the soft-hearted master to act so kindly to a slave, but outside of their sessions at night he found no need to assert his dominance over her. Why would he? Life seemed normal even without having to remind her who was superior in their relationship. "But you know, I've been thinking...do you feel I go too far? Be honest with me." Nathan had no words to say otherwise, showing only slight dismay and concern. Now that the two of them were face to face so close to each other...
One needed only to lean a few inches to form a kiss...
Using his sleeve he wipes away the blood, leading her to the faucet. Washing away the crimson he applied some disinfectant before placing a small band-aid. "Sheesh. You shouldn't try to pick up glass shards with your bare hands, Rebecca!" Equal parts scolding and endearing, Nathan frowns concernedly. "Even if you were my slave, I would never want you to get hurt. You are worth more than property to me, you know." The brunette tried to act cool, unaware that his face flushed with embarrassment upon saying such words.
It was a bit cliche for the soft-hearted master to act so kindly to a slave, but outside of their sessions at night he found no need to assert his dominance over her. Why would he? Life seemed normal even without having to remind her who was superior in their relationship. "But you know, I've been thinking...do you feel I go too far? Be honest with me." Nathan had no words to say otherwise, showing only slight dismay and concern. Now that the two of them were face to face so close to each other...
One needed only to lean a few inches to form a kiss...
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"I..." Torn between pain and confusion, Rebecca kept her gaze down, studying the cut. It wasn't too deep, luckily, but it will take a while to heal. What does he want from me...? Honesty? I can't be honest, not without letting out all that...resentment I have clung to for years... and I can't possibly fathom what answer he wants to hear... Hesitantly she lifted that amber gaze, light reflecting off the twin pools of color and making the depths ripple, almost as though her eyes are molten pools of that exact same semi-precious stone. For a heartbeat...or possibly longer than that, she studied his features, trying to read the truth hiding within. The moment didn't last long, though, for she realized they were face to face...so close, one only needed to lean a few inches to form a kiss...and so, she turned away with a quick cough.
Rebecca found the broom stashed away in the hallway closet, and worked on cleaning up the mess she created. It was a few minutes before she pieced together what to say, but at least she managed to figure out something to say, rather than letting silence reign. "I can't see myself in any sort of career. I used to have dreams, when I was younger... I have none now. I wanted to be... so many things when I was a little girl... a surgeon, an astronaut, anything and everything." Her eyes remained on the desk at hand, though her thoughts were a million miles away. I just live from one day to the next, now... I have nothing to really look forward to, besides classes... "If anything, I would probably be some sort of... college professor. Calculus, most likely. After all, I'm good with number."
All the glass pieces swept up, Rebecca disposed of the trash and went on to finish what she started. Of course she left his last question unanswered...but only because she had no idea what she could say. Normally, she wouldn't avoid the question, and reply in turn... not in this case. " The spaghetti cold due to the fiasco, Rebecca picked up their plates and began reheating each one. The microwave whirred to life, the light showing the plate spinning slowly as heat sank into the noodles and sauce.
Rebecca found the broom stashed away in the hallway closet, and worked on cleaning up the mess she created. It was a few minutes before she pieced together what to say, but at least she managed to figure out something to say, rather than letting silence reign. "I can't see myself in any sort of career. I used to have dreams, when I was younger... I have none now. I wanted to be... so many things when I was a little girl... a surgeon, an astronaut, anything and everything." Her eyes remained on the desk at hand, though her thoughts were a million miles away. I just live from one day to the next, now... I have nothing to really look forward to, besides classes... "If anything, I would probably be some sort of... college professor. Calculus, most likely. After all, I'm good with number."
All the glass pieces swept up, Rebecca disposed of the trash and went on to finish what she started. Of course she left his last question unanswered...but only because she had no idea what she could say. Normally, she wouldn't avoid the question, and reply in turn... not in this case. " The spaghetti cold due to the fiasco, Rebecca picked up their plates and began reheating each one. The microwave whirred to life, the light showing the plate spinning slowly as heat sank into the noodles and sauce.
Nathan wanted to thank Rebecca for breaking up the amorous yet awkward glance the two of them shared. It was sort of cliche the way he treated her lovingly instead of letting the Minus know of her place. At times even Nathan wondered if this was just some cheesy comedy live-filmed for the audience. Hearing her answer however, Nathan wanted to take back his question. It seemed like quite a sensitive topic indeed. "Ah...is that so? I'd definitely agree; you sure helped me with my homework! Hehe!" His unease could be plainly read as her master barely glanced over the bubbling resentment that as in her heart. Momentarily surfacing when the question was asked, Nathan was definitely concerned.
He tried to hide it, but Rebecca's master was definitely frustrated. Beyond their sessions as master and slave he yearned to tell her of his true feelings. He wanted to love Rebecca and it reflected in the preferential treatment he gave to her. Slowly digging into the meal, Nathan glanced from time to time towards his slave, showing concern for her as usual. "Are you...busy with homework? We can delay it if you want." Of course Nathan was not above lying to himself: he knew that she could not refuse even when he desired to tie her up yet his words served to convey his supposed concern for her.
A part of him loved her as a human and another, a slave. Even he could not decide internally.
He tried to hide it, but Rebecca's master was definitely frustrated. Beyond their sessions as master and slave he yearned to tell her of his true feelings. He wanted to love Rebecca and it reflected in the preferential treatment he gave to her. Slowly digging into the meal, Nathan glanced from time to time towards his slave, showing concern for her as usual. "Are you...busy with homework? We can delay it if you want." Of course Nathan was not above lying to himself: he knew that she could not refuse even when he desired to tie her up yet his words served to convey his supposed concern for her.
A part of him loved her as a human and another, a slave. Even he could not decide internally.
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- Location
- Out Of This World
Awkwardness aside... Rebecca should find it sweet that he was concerned, touched even. At first, she was, until he brought up homework, and how... their little session can be put on hold. The warm, bubbly feeling in her chest freezing over, she tried not to scowl or anything, and shook her head in reply. "No, I am not busy with homework. I do not have very much to do... and everything else, I did during study hall." Of course... talking about homework and classes brought to mind questions the girl's pondered over for a long time, yet never brought up. The smile on her lips crumbling around the corners, she let her gaze fall back onto her plate, though she lost her appetite. With disinterest she played with the food, twisting the noodles around the spines of her fork before taking the bite. It had no flavor whatsoever on her tongue.
Why is it… I am permitted to attend classes? It would be an entirely different matter if I was here, only as a retainer… and yet, I’m not. Who thought it beneficial for my taking college? Nathan’s parents, or perhaps… him? Rebecca continued on eating, dinner passing by in silence until there was nothing left on either one of their plates. Quietly she gathered their plates, and went to the sink with everything in tow. “I will wash the dishes, Master. You go do...whatever you need to.” The water came on with a twist of her wrist, washing over the dirty plates, making red streak down the white until it went down the drain. Before she got started, though, Rebecca pulled out the yellow bow and the barrettes she always wears, pulling her hair back in a ponytail.
The sponge found, Rebecca attacked the dirty dishes, soap forming bubbles in the water, and sticking to her hands, elbows and forearms.
Why is it… I am permitted to attend classes? It would be an entirely different matter if I was here, only as a retainer… and yet, I’m not. Who thought it beneficial for my taking college? Nathan’s parents, or perhaps… him? Rebecca continued on eating, dinner passing by in silence until there was nothing left on either one of their plates. Quietly she gathered their plates, and went to the sink with everything in tow. “I will wash the dishes, Master. You go do...whatever you need to.” The water came on with a twist of her wrist, washing over the dirty plates, making red streak down the white until it went down the drain. Before she got started, though, Rebecca pulled out the yellow bow and the barrettes she always wears, pulling her hair back in a ponytail.
The sponge found, Rebecca attacked the dirty dishes, soap forming bubbles in the water, and sticking to her hands, elbows and forearms.
A practiced answer. One that he has heard time and time again. While he gave her the power to choose, in reality she had few options. Only when she was sick he would set aside the bondage. "Ah. Thank you, Rebecca." Nathan left a gentle kiss upon her cheek, slowly rising as his heart raced. Excitement and sadistic glee pounded within his heart, reaching over to where he kept bondage equipment. Tonight was going to be a bit special...his lust burned and his manhood hardened upon the thoughts of tonight's session. The moonlit glow revealed the other self of the otherwise gentle and kindly Nathan: the master whom reveled in her screams and her distress.
When he returned, the living room was barely lit, the reflection of the moonlight filtered through the window. "Kneel, Slave." The harshness of his words contrasted his gentle tone. The submissive position was one that he had enforced into her mind, to kneel on her haunches, hands behind her back and her head bowed.
Placing coils of rope on the floor, a microphone-shaped vibrator and a ball gag before her, he made certain for his slave Rebecca to see what was to come. "You belong only to be slave. I alone. Is this understood?" Yet another reinforcement of their lesson. "Spread your legs." He hoped he did not need to strike the beautiful skin of her thighs. Grasping the ball gag and the vibrator, he hands to her the red rubber ball, before plugging in the vibrator. Tonight...was going to be a very long nigh for her.
When he returned, the living room was barely lit, the reflection of the moonlight filtered through the window. "Kneel, Slave." The harshness of his words contrasted his gentle tone. The submissive position was one that he had enforced into her mind, to kneel on her haunches, hands behind her back and her head bowed.
Placing coils of rope on the floor, a microphone-shaped vibrator and a ball gag before her, he made certain for his slave Rebecca to see what was to come. "You belong only to be slave. I alone. Is this understood?" Yet another reinforcement of their lesson. "Spread your legs." He hoped he did not need to strike the beautiful skin of her thighs. Grasping the ball gag and the vibrator, he hands to her the red rubber ball, before plugging in the vibrator. Tonight...was going to be a very long nigh for her.
Frogger
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2012
- Location
- Out Of This World
It is going to be a long night. Rebecca can tell by the harsh, firm undertone of his words, which contrasted the gentle tone... not only that, but by the sadistic glee that was dancing in his eyes. Dread and an equally sadistic glee coiling deep within her stomach, making a dangerous concoction there, she did as she was told, and knelt down. Her red hair fell against her cheeks, having escaped from its constraint...however...she was a little relieved for the veil. It was embarrassing...needing this, hating it as she does... it was opposite sides of the coin, the coin that was her life. A red rubber ball gag was given...and without saying a word, she began tying the thing around her head, so that the ball was in place. The order followed next...so, with resentment, hate, and a number of other emotions playing ping-pong inside her chest, her legs spread.
Moonlight filtered in through the window, only somewhat banishing the darkness creeping in. Rebecca placed her hands behind her back, keeping her legs spread, even if the submissive position did bring an ache to her thighs...and revealed much that she never, in a million years, would want him to see with his own two eyes.
Rebecca's skirt was a short one, for Minus' uniforms had to be more demeaning than those of Plus students... In such a position, everything was exposed, from the soft, creamy skin of her thighs, all the way up to her panties. The slip of fabric was nothing special... and nothing as scandalous as it could be, yet it was enough. Her panties were a thin, transparent white, with just a wisp of lace forming the edges. Her teeth clamping down on the ball, Rebecca screwed her eyes shut...hoping this will be over quicker than expected, yet also hoping...not. Her fingers curled into fists behind her back, while her body began to tremble.
Moonlight filtered in through the window, only somewhat banishing the darkness creeping in. Rebecca placed her hands behind her back, keeping her legs spread, even if the submissive position did bring an ache to her thighs...and revealed much that she never, in a million years, would want him to see with his own two eyes.
Rebecca's skirt was a short one, for Minus' uniforms had to be more demeaning than those of Plus students... In such a position, everything was exposed, from the soft, creamy skin of her thighs, all the way up to her panties. The slip of fabric was nothing special... and nothing as scandalous as it could be, yet it was enough. Her panties were a thin, transparent white, with just a wisp of lace forming the edges. Her teeth clamping down on the ball, Rebecca screwed her eyes shut...hoping this will be over quicker than expected, yet also hoping...not. Her fingers curled into fists behind her back, while her body began to tremble.