Ettiquette IS important! (LordHack and myself)

[daddys little slut]

Eloise sighed slightly as she stepped off her motorcycle, she then exited the apartment garage and entered the complex itself, stepping up to her door of apartment 7 she took off her helmet, letting loose her blond hair into it's shoulder length position. It had been a long day, she had to knock out a perv who got a little too grabby on the subway, there was going to be a police investigation of course but for now, she just needed to work out for a little while and then take a shower to sooth her tired body. "You know what, fuck the second workout for today, I'm taking a bath." She said softly, and walked into the bathroom. She slid her zippered motorcycle jacket off, then removed her t shirt, slowly as not to aggravate any lingering pain from her work out, or her job as a fighting coach fro troubled teens at the community center. Next was her bra, a simple affair designed only to keep her B-cups in place. She undid her tight workout pants as well, leaving herself in only a tight thong. She turned the water on and sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for it to fill up before sliding into the warm water with a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes, and let the water sooth her knotted muscles.

 

[Lordhack]

Eloise had first caught Kelrock's eye years ago today. He'd been.... playing with another girl, a real girly girl, the make up and ponies type, a 17 year old who was to girlish to so much as try out for cheerleading. Very cute though. He'd slowly corrupted her, and those years ago, he wasn't sure how many, but he knew the date, he'd convinced her to go to a mixed martial arts tournament, one exclusively for female competitors, but it had been a good move. He remembered watching it, taking great joy in it all, and who had one? Little Eloise, and she'd looked so cute doing it too. Of course, it was always attractive when two woman got close and sweaty like that, but something about her really left an impression on the sex demon, and he filed her away as some one who might be fun to play with one day. And now, on the aniversery of her victory, he needed a new project. It was just perfect, really. He had a place not too far from hers, an apartment he'd gotten to use as a base with the older girl, and had been easy enough to keep. He redid the place, only took him a few minutes, and worked on his new appearence. He kept his normal, well muscled frame, figuring she'd appreciate it, but decided to dress mostly in suits and nice white collared shirts, though he had a few t-shirts, pairs of jeans and leather jackets in case they became truly neccesary to garner her attention. Then, he summoned up a frilly, blue dress, the type a southern belle was likely to wear, and nicely wrapped it in a very plane box. Atop it, he placed a card, something simple, roses on the front, and no text. Inside, he wrote simply, in a nice, cursive scrawl "To celebrate victories past, and wish luck for victories future." signed "An old fan." He went up to her door, it was easy enough to get in the complex, and as soon as he was outside, he could tell she was naked, though not doing anything naughty. He grinned, and knocked, a nice hard knock, she'd here for sure, than, he left the box on the ground outside, and simply disappeared.

 

[daddys little slut]

Eloise heard the doorbell and quickly rose from the water, dressing herself in a simple pair of shorts and a T-shirt. She went to the door and picked up the package, blushing slightly at the card once she got inside. But when she opened the box she was extraordinarily confused. "A dress, I haven't worn any kind of dress since i was like five." She sighed and put it back in the box folded as neatly as it had been before, figuring she could sell it or something. Her hair had been blow dried and she was getting a little tired so she plopped down on the couch and began watching T.V. after a short while she was sleeping, curled up tight, on the couch.

 

[Lordhack]

Kelrock waited for her to put on the dress, expecting her to at least want to see what she looked like inside it. There was a very light spell on the dress, and he would know the instant she put it on. However, it didn't seem she was going to. He simply waited for what seemed like days, before he finally figured she'd fallen asleep. He went to her door, and knocked at it, very gently. No response. Gently, he tried the door, and if it were locked, like he expected, he would slowly begin to cast a spell. Nothing flashy, it would just unlock the door, and he'd go in to take a look around.

 

[daddys little slut]

The door was of course locked but the spell easily unlocked it. Eloise was sleeping softly on the couch, her body covered with a blanket. She was a near silent sleeper just soft little breaths coming form her pert little lips. Her apartment was sparsely furnished, her bedroom however was a mess, magazines and sports cutouts were strewn all over the bed, the reason she slept on the couch, and her biggest secret was contained within as well, a small bondage set, nothing major just a ball gag, silk rope, and an egg vibrator, but if her fetish got out, her career was over.

 

[Lordhack]

Oooh, now this was interesting, very interesting. All sorts of fun toys he could use with her, and they seemed to be hers, just laying there to be discovered. He went over to her, and gently grabbed her hand, casting another spell. Dreams were his specialty, and he forced one on her, one of a man very aggresively indulging in her little bondage fetish, her mind would fill in the details. The most important part, was until the dream was over, she would be unable to wake up. With that, he undressed her, playing with her like a doll, spreading her legs, and placing her hands behind her back. Using her soft, silky rope, he tied her wrists together behind her, and then, slowly, placed the ball gag in her mouth, and then the vibrater, not inside her, just so that it touched her pussy's lips. He snapped, and a camera appeared, taking a number of pictures from every angle. Knowing the dream would be over soon, he left one, right on her coffee table, with a simple note. "Your admirer." It was signed before the body of the message, rather than afterward. "You looked really good posed with your toys, maybe I should share you. Though I'd rather see you wear the gift I gave you, tomorrow. Be sure you're nice and clean for it."