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[liana]

Today marks a month of true Ownership for me... and a month of belonging to a wonderful Home where I have many friends. Also... a month of content and happiness in everything concerning my vt. Trying to figure a suitable celebration -g-

[liana]

(07/01/07-21:43:01)
liana : says to ALL:.... -After I spent some time stroking the tools of my old caste I rise... slipping once more along that staircase to bring me downstairs once more. I'd watched the kitchen slaves baking bread before but had never really tried it myself. It would be an experiment that I wasn't sure he would enjoy... though he wouldn't be able to try it until tomorrow. Once more I raid the pantry... this time taking ingredients out of the very spaces I'd put them away in. Sa-tarna flour is taken out, fine and rough... yeast, salt, sugar, citrus juice, vegetable oil, eggs, milk, and butter. Looking at all the ingredients I'd pulled out... it seems a bit daunting a task to just up and try. I fill a kettle with water and set it on the already lit cooking fire... adding some kindling to make the flames dance higher. I then take out a measuring vessel and a pan as well as a large both with which to mix everything into. The flour is measured out first.. both types. I then take the warmed water and pour in some of the yeast to dissolve for a few ehn. More water is added to the flour, salt, sugar, three of the eggs cracked into the bowl... I squeeze a half of the zesty fruit into the bowl and peel some of the rind to add more flavor and a bit of color. I put a couple pads of butter near to the fire to melt and add in the oil and milk... beginning to stir a bit before adding in the butter and the yeast. It is a trial to mix it all... beating all the ingredients to coagulate and dissolve and mix... arm muscles working hard at it. With the fire going hotter.. the room heats up... I butter the pan so the mix doesn't stick... pouring it in so that it can rise a bit... setting it a little closer to the fire. I sit back against the cabinets... watching it... as if I could physically see it rise before my eyes. I don't. It makes me frown... wondering if I did something wrong. I stride back over to the fire.. a light sheen of sweat gleaming under the flicker of light, poking a finger into the mix. The hole is swallowed up when it smooths back out in the round pan-

(07/01/07-21:57:33)
liana : says to ALL:.... -It was like trying to watch water boil... speaking of water. I take the kettle off the overhanging hook above the flames and set it aside with a rep cloth wrapped around my hand. With that done I wander off to drift through the house so that the yeasty mix has time to rise, those little buggers feasting on the sugar but kept under wraps by the oil and salt and citrus... the heat the last catalyst to cause the mix to rise. I slip listlessly through the house until I fetch the furs that I know we all sleep on. I go out the back, careful not to fall into the canal so close behind the estate... and I beat the furs against the side of the doorframe... getting free all the dust and dirt and any other buggy things that like to cling to that softness. Busy work so it doesn't take forever for the mix to rise and become dough. Finishing with that I move back upstairs with the furs... laying them back and straightening things within the rooms-


(07/01/07-22:05:53)
liana : says to ALL:.... -A quiver of excitement quickens within my belly when I venture back into the kitchen and see proof of the dough rising within that circular pan. I grin.. accomplishment making the grin broad and bright. I resist the urge to poke at it again but instead take it away from the fire, knowing that the heat has soaked in enough that it will continue to rise within the warmth of the room. I measure a bit of milk and some more flour before putting away all the ingredients I'd taken out... cleaning up any bit of mess I'd made so that at the end of the process there isn't one big huge mess. When I feel like the yeast has risen as much as it will for now I take the dough out of the pan... careful not to singe my fingers. I sprinkle flour around so it doesn't stick to the counter's surface... and knead it gently... mixing in some of the milk when I feel it is too dry... adding flour and squishing it further into the mix. It is warm and strange smooshing between my fingers. I smile... enjoying the homely task, powdering my hands with the flour before going back to kneading.-


(07/01/07-22:13:32)
: says to ALL:.... -The dough is put in a covered bowl and I put it in the coolest area of the kitchen where everything that needs to stay cool is kept. Tomorrow it will be taken out and brought back to room temperature before the final proofing.... covered in wet cloths brought back to a higher temp... then put in a larger pan to cook. I clean the kitchen further... taking up every bit of flour residue before wandering back into the main room downstairs to peer out of a window. No doubt he'd be busy with the new girl for a while. I stiffle a yawn and drift back upstairs to cuddle upon my fur-

[liana]

-The rumbling of many conversations at once turns to a dull murmer as I step to the sands. Slender frame is cloaked in black.. an abject color, misery stated in its abyssmal tone. The hood is drawn up over a bent head and not even the curl of dainty toes is seen under the heavy fall of that cloak. Once my form is centered within the stands it is motionless... and the murmuring turns to silence. Then and only then does the music start... hand drums, tapping out a frantic pulse of heartbeat's rhythm. Fear is in the music and so it runs through me. The cloak shudders with the motion of a sudden tremor and my head rises, a glance dashed behind my shoulder... left, right, and to the front of me.. like prey. I crouch as if I could hide within the barren circle of the dance pit.-


-The black of the cloak stands out horribly within the silken beige of the sand and, as if I know this, I suddenly leap in fluid motion to run towards the crowd. My steps are liquid, fast as the flutter of material around my body, but a shimmer of scarlet in the crowd tosses me back at the edge of the pit. I dare not cross. Instead I spin with a twist upon slim ankle.. delving back towards the center of the pit. The fleeing sends wind to toss the hem of the cloak up to show the flash of ankles and bare feet swallowed by sands grains. Again there is that flash of crimson... the figure of a man and I turn away... running. Thrice I flee this phantom warrior... and each time I am cast back towards the center of the pit. Finally, when feet reach the starting point the man is there... as if he had always been there. My body sways as if I would fall back and his hands are there, strong, catching me and throwing away the cloak to bare the beauty of my form to any who cared to look. I throw my hands up in beg for him to release me... but his grip stays firm, lowering me to bended knee. My body bows, despair and horror written in the expression of my face... the low bow of my shoulders to the sands at his feet. My head snaps up at the clashing sound of chains... cymbols in the music electrifying as an anonymous figure tosses a length of chain to wrap the warrior's outstretched hand. My face shows terror, molten eyes wide with it... lips agape in a soundless scream. I plead again with the posture of my body.. hands gripping the ends of his tunic to no avail. The chain is locked to the ring at my collar, leashed, as a beast. The music builds... once more a frantic rythmn-


-The chain is pulled taut within his grip, my own hands rising to jerk as I dance back upon every inch of slack given. I shuffle step and twist, writhing like a captured eel to be free within the depths of its home once more. Hope builds, as does the tempo of the music, until it suddenly stops. The silence is echoing... and all movements have stopped. I stand, both hands lifted to where the chain is latched to my collar... frozen at the sudden knowledge that there is no where else to go, there is no more slack. I look up to see the warrior with his grip white knuckled upon the end of the chain... not giving another inch. With the narrowing of my eyes the music starts again... raging and primal. My lips peel back in a snarl and I drive the weight of my body to the side... the warrior merely shifts his positioning so that he is always front to front with me... and he pulls in on the chain... drawing me closer. I fight, struggling like some mindless beast, tearing back with violent lurch of shoulders... lithe legs flexing to show the play of muscle beneath milk hued flesh.-


-Still he draws me in.. never giving more than an inch no matter how hard I fight. Pain and fatigue begins to leak through the adrenaline of that fight or flee response and my struggles loose their ferocity. But neither am I tamed to that chain. Anger remains a flash in my eyes... the passion for freedom a constant set to my body. My legs plant... frame crouched slightly to set my weight against the draw of his grip... and it's almost a standoff. I don't move any further back upon the chain but neither does he draw me closer. The music softens and swells and crescendos as appropriate... every nuance of dance punctuated by that steady rythmn. His gaze is eerie... a certainty painted there that is a righteous waiting. And suddenly he pulls, my body jerked free of its settled stance to drive dangerously close to the sands. I catch myself before planting face first and shift upon hands and knees so that I can throw my weight forward... clawing, clamboring to gain some progress away from him. I want my freedom.. know that should the end dangle free of his grasp I would be loose, no longer a captive, at the mercy to the whim of men. But he drags me back... the motion bringing angry slashes to pierce the darker underbelly of sand within the pit. My body writhes and tosses to be free... the hope within diminishing with every struggle, each inch that is taken from me. I can smell him... and a yearning spreads like liquid fire through my body.-


-My body is drug that last inch across the sand to feel the sturdy rape of his leg upon the naked expanse of my back, the Turian camisk, an echo of the scarlet cape that adorns his own back, leaving much flesh bare to the eye and touch. I draw in a gasp of breath and arch as if to leap away.. but his hand is suddenly fisted in the steel at my throat... drawing me up in effortless strength. I couldn't fight anymore... no longer wanted to. The obviousness of his dominance had been subtly beaten into me by his constant perusal, his iron grip... the never wavering assurance he had had that I would be here, where he wanted me. I stand, my body pressed to his like a wanton thing... lips parted in eagerness for the kiss that is pressed upon me in violent passion... unmistaken mastery. His arm is like a brand upon my back, tight and hot... making me want to writhe but permitting no movement... his hand clamped upon my collar similarly. My lip is raped by the savage bite of teeth and my head falls back on a sharp cry of pleasured response. The crowd cheers and suddenly my world is upside down... lifted and tossed over his shoulder... his prize, his captive, his kajira-

[liana]

(09/06/07-22:47:49)

liana
{Property of Trei Stonegate}
Tetrapoli CC


== District of Ri ==
- At a Tavern rumored to be owned by Lucious Caster -

: says to Trei Stonegate==] Admini:.... -As is the way with Masters and slaves I am never so very far from mine. The rowdy crowd of the tavern draws my attention, knowing well how my Master can be and his enjoyment of drink and women... what better place for both than a tavern? I slide through the door between two burly men, appreciative of the hard clasps of tender asscheeks. I give them the girlish squeal they are seeking and meld into the crowd, a blue of pale tan skin and scarlet material. The tavern is alive with scents, sounds, and sights that dazzle the eyes upon first entering and it takes me some time to search out your figure... but not too long. I weave through the tables, avoiding the crash of paga bowls and overdrafted tankards of ale to sweep smooth palms over your eyes- "Guess who"


(09/06/07-22:49:45)

Trei Stonegate
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== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to liana {Property of Trei :.... ~chuckles at the bold slave girl and uses my left arm to reach back and capture you, pulling you around to my left side while drinking deeply from the bowl~....Who owns this woman?


(09/06/07-22:50:50)

liana
{Property of Trei Stonegate}
Tetrapoli CC


== District of Ri ==
- At a Tavern rumored to be owned by Lucious Caster -

: says to Trei Stonegate==] Admini:.... -The strong grip of your arm sends my heart careening against my ribs, heat flashing from the pit of my belly to boil my blood. Helplessly I arch to stretch the length of amply curved body to your side... cheeks flushed with near instant arousal- "You do, my Master"


(09/06/07-22:52:44)

Trei Stonegate
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== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to liana {Property of Trei :.... ~grins slowly~...Indeed i do...~I looked up as a blonde finished her dance and was whisked from the pit~...Go and stand in the center of the pit...and wait for me there...


(09/06/07-22:55:31)

liana
{Property of Trei Stonegate}
Tetrapoli CC


== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to Trei Stonegate==] Admini:.... -I strain against you... the fullness of lips pursed in silent beg of the rape of yours... only to be urged towards the pit. I glance towards the sweaty girl and then back to you... surprise and aprehension flashing within those tawny depths- "Master..." -A brief hesitation before I disengage myself from your side... and move carefully through the milling crowd, avoiding the wide sweeping claps of men for the girl's efforts. I don't stop in my progress until the bare flesh of feet feel sand beneath. I sink in and twist to watch you... wondering what it was you had in store. Your surprises always end up wickedly delightlful-


(09/06/07-23:00:46)

Trei Stonegate
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== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to liana {Property of Trei :.... ~I finished the bowl and rested it down, then stood and moved over to the musicians, speaking to them before walking to an alcove and emerging with a long length of chain in one hand, and a common slave kurt in another....I walked to the pit and stood over you, my right hand locking one end of the chain to your collar, then wrapping the chain in my hand and yanking you to me, holding you by it and pressing a brutal masters kiss to your lips...tasting and claiming you, letting the chain unravel and slacken, about 15 feet of length of it...I thrust you away from me, slashing the whip from the air to drive you off until you were at the edge of the pit, returning to the circle as the music began, eyeing you closely as the chain grew taut~...DANCE...BEAST...


(09/06/07-23:15:45)

liana
{Property of Trei Stonegate}
Tetrapoli CC


== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to Trei Stonegate==] Admini:.... -Warily I eye the rowdy crowd... edging closer to the center of the pit as the men begin to bellow their want to see me move. Usually I wasn't one to shy from the attention of men but in such a concentrated environment it is rather intimidating. I'd thought you made my heart race... but the shouts and hollars and whistles of the other men make it hammer like a trapped thing at the concave of my throat. I reach up, fingers brushing the steel of your collar like something that could relax me. At the corner of my eye I catch you striding towards the pit and the chain makes my eyes go wide. I nearly backpeddle when you come to me and attach the length to the ring at my collar. A shout of surprise is muffled against the rough clasp of your lips to mine. My nerves melt away on the domination of your kiss, the strength of it... the force. My knees go weak and I stumble as you push me back. The combination of your kiss, the push, and the whip have me shaking... not readily comprehending the situation as I'm urged almost violently away from you.. feet edging between sand and wood at the opposite end of the dance pit. I look to you and then the musicians and once more to you. Tentatively my arms raise... the nimble press of fingers dragging up over the scarklet of the camisk, teasing thruogh the silken fall of thick brown tresses to twine in the air above my head. My head tips back as if to watch... arching my back, bending backward. Slowly I lower my arms.. my right hand reaching out to stroke a light pass of fingers over the silver links of the chain before I twist suddenly... wrapping a good foot of it around my breasts, straining against the grip of it so that it snugs tight between those ripe mounds of flesh, indenting the fabric of the camisk-


(09/06/07-23:19:48)

Trei Stonegate
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== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to liana {Property of Trei :.... ~grins as you spin, snapping the whip to the air and tugging the chain lightly to pull you a foot or so towards me, the drums beginning to pound loudly as the dance starts~


(09/06/07-23:27:15)

liana
{Property of Trei Stonegate}
Tetrapoli CC


== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to Trei Stonegate==] Admini:.... -The sound of the whip has my body pausing.. immobile save for the quick rising and falling of my chest as I suck air in. My head turns to you to assure that the whip has not landed on me... my feet making deep impressions in the sand as you pull me towards you. I place both fists to the chain and sway forwards and then back... drawing on the strength of your grip upon that chain to support my weight as my body bends back again.... and another spin brings the chain loose from being taut around my upper torso and I wrench forward within the slack... tightening the chain again so that it pulls upon my collar. It is not a fun sensation.. being chained, the supposed freedom of the collar yanked back... the chain a very real, tangible symbol of your pure control over me. I'd never felt any reason to struggle against it... but now, it's like I cannot help it. I turn from you and struggle at the end of the chain, bare legs and back showing the flex of muscle as my will contests yours. When I cannot move you I turn again and the sensual beauty of your slave is transfigured... lips parted on a rather feral snarl, the sound stiffled under the rise of the musician's tune. I race to the other side of the pit, sleek and feline... the tug of the chain as it impedes my movements drops me to the sand and I roll... gaining my knees gracefully, pulling upon the chain with both hands, drug forward... bowing painfully backward so that the slack pools against against my breasts. The feel of that cool metal against my flesh brings a cry to my lips and I jerk back from it, denying-


(09/06/07-23:31:18)

Trei Stonegate
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== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to liana {Property of Trei :.... ~I yank the chain suddenly and take 2 feet from it, aiming to pull you down to all fours facing me, the blades of the whip swipe through the air in front of you, though you are still out of range, their passing threatening nonetheless, a reminder of what will happen if you pull within range while not pleasing me~


(09/06/07-23:39:03)

liana
{Property of Trei Stonegate}
Tetrapoli CC


== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to Trei Stonegate==] Admini:.... -I rise high upon my knees only to be pulled hard and fast to my belly, scarlet clad form tugged those 2 feet through the sand before I can gain my knees again to squirm back upon I disagree. Heels push hard into the sand and I tug... grunting with the effort. My eyes flash upon you, flinching at the crack of the whip though it still does not touch upon my flesh. You were going to whip me. If there's anything I hate it is pain. What did you want of me to escape that pain? I pause in my struggles and let my hands drift off the chain to drape across the sand.. prostrate upon the floor of the pit. The lean length of bare thighs roll together, knees lifting, toes pressed down into those cool granules. I arch up then and heft rounded hips from the sand, knees parting so that the material of the camisk rapes the velvet folds of my covered sex. A quiet gasp leaves my lips... multifaceted locks of brown trailing upon the sand.-

(09/06/07-23:44:08)

Trei Stonegate
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== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to liana {Property of Trei :.... ~grins as your hips begin to move, not pulling the chain in anymore, but thick arms flexing against the resistance of your body~


(09/06/07-23:52:21)

liana
{Property of Trei Stonegate}
Tetrapoli CC


== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to Trei Stonegate==] Admini:.... -I drop my hips back and roll, sliding up to all fours feeling the chain wrap once more around my chest. I twist upon my knees and wrap it further around me... I inch forward to gain more slack... and slip the chain between the press of thighs and I writhe under it.... slow, purposefully inviting undulations of my hips with my eyes raised to yours-

(09/06/07-23:55:06)

Trei Stonegate
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== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to liana {Property of Trei :.... ~grins slow as you wrap yourself up in the chain, watching the silks press tight to your breasts...I yanked you closer, dragging you across the sands a few feet as you remained captive within the cold steel, hearing whistles and hoots from the crowd~


(09/07/07-00:06:56)

liana
{Property of Trei Stonegate}
Tetrapoli CC


== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to Trei Stonegate==] Admini:.... -The chain pulls tight and I squirm... dragged again across the sand. I leap to my feet and whirl within the grasp of the chain, feeling that hard press of metal curl tighter with a quiet moan of pleasure. My hips continue to writhe... rolling fingers up over the tight links. I watch you... taking a step with my right foot closer before taking the step back and spinning... whirling over and over to release every wrapping coil of the chain around my body, jerking my leg up and over. Freed... I drop to my knees and reach out as if to pull someone from the audience to tug me free of your chain. I flash a gaze over my shoulder-

(09/07/07-00:11:47)

Trei Stonegate
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== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to liana {Property of Trei :.... ~I jerked roughly to send you to your back on the sands, reeling you in five feet as you slid along them, your silks torn from your body....You were close to me now and i growled low, the whip slicing out to smack lightly against your thighs~

(09/07/07-00:22:28)

liana
{Property of Trei Stonegate}
Tetrapoli CC


== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to Trei Stonegate==] Admini:.... -I plummet to the sand... not a far fall, lefts spread and then kicked out in front of me as I feel my body roughly dragged back through the sand... the harsh grating of the sand tearing the silk... feeling it it rip free of my body, bared, exposed to yours and the audence's view. I kick and drag my hands through the sand, the collar tight around my throat.. bruising upon my flesh. I hear your growl and it makes me shudder... crying out at the smack of the whip, light though it is. the slack pools around me iin a musical clink and I reach out to it, thrusting fingers within the metal, twisting it around my wrists as if they're cuffed above my head. I turn my face into my right arm, brushing lips to my skin... body twisting in tumultuous rythmn... rubbing the softness of naked skin into the sand at your feet.. no longer struggling to be free, not wishing to be apart from you. Thighs fall open lest you slap at them again... the soft flicker of light from the fire playing shadow and highlights upon my skin, turning it darker gold, bringing out the flush of passion between that sleek length of leg-

(09/07/07-00:25:29)

Trei Stonegate
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== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to liana {Property of Trei :.... ~I reached down and gripped the chain near your neck, rest of it pooling at my feet as you writhe there, the leather of the whip blades brushing over your hips and belly in a teasing touch to spurn you on...growling simply as you move seductively now like a belt dance~...Miiiiiiiiiine...

(09/07/07-00:36:22)

liana
{Property of Trei Stonegate}
Tetrapoli CC


== District of Teibar ==
- At the raucous and boisterous Four Tarns Tavern -

: says to Trei Stonegate==] Admini:.... -Torment... such delicious torment to be held so at your feet. The movements of my hips had been subtle up until the caress of the whip's tail over my belly and hips... muscle clenches under that glide of leather and I gasp, stomach concaving before feet plant to anchor my body for a heady thrust of hips... the needs of a beast roiling through me like the slow boil of a kettle of kalda. Heat simmers in my flesh and the slickness of intense arousal floods velvet folds of my sex... yours. Never before had I felt so beautifully, divinely owned. I lift my body off the ground, twisting my head in an eager attempt to kiss the hand that wields that sinful whip-