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Slave Warrior Chapter 8

July 12, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The beginning is in Chapter one of The Slave Warrior.  Please consider Tribute or a subscription to the Web Mistress' OnlyFans page to keep her in Chocolate

The progression that left for the Grand Stage of the Festival was large.  The King and his nobles were on horses draped in the King’s bright green.  Lady Laun and her people were much more motley, but the dark green of the Salam-Dir household was visible on all who rode alongside the carriage Laun was in.  The chair and staves that had provided transport for Laun to the carriage had been strapped to the back of the cab, held partially in place by the footman.

The 30 or so people who drew up to the Grand Stage created more space around the King and Lady Laun than normally would have been done.  They all had been somewhat briefed on the possible attempt on their lives, and to look out for Bregnan.  Only seven people mounted the stairs to the main level of the Grand Stage from the group.  The rest reassembled just a little away from the crowds that had gathered to see the closing ceremonies and entertainment from the host.

Falmir himself had not arrived, yet.  Some of his household were at the stage, that almost impenetrable wall of dark blue and grey servants that seemed to just always be impassively watching.  There were a few benches on the stage, one of which Laun and Disa sat on after Laun had slowly, but gracefully, climbed the stairs to the stage with the help of the King himself and one of the staves.  Geralk took up a position behind the women and started to scan the crowd.  One of the impassive servants blinked and looked slightly confused for a moment before his face became unreadable again.

The crowd was getting restless.  They could see people on the Grand Stage, but nothing was happening but the nobles talking amongst themselves.

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Slave Warrior chapter 7

July 10, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments
Line pencil drawing of a medieval tent

Medieval tent drawing

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If they had been any other couple in the land, Laun may have been in a great amount of trouble.  As it was, Marie and Markle were some of the most trustworthy Innkeepers in the region.  Having been smugglers connected deeply into the greyworld for decades, keeping their word and keeping silent was part of their reputation.  Laun would not know that, but she was in the best hands that side of King Dreng.

Markle sent one of the urchins that hung around the back of the Inn looking for handouts to one of the other large houses grouped around the crossroads with a message.  Only ten minutes later, a two-horse closed carriage was driven up to the back of the Inn.  A few words, and a few coins, were passed between the men and the owner of the carriage walked back to his home in the dusky light.  Markle and the housemaid set about the job of taking all the identifying items off of the outside of the dark brown carriage and to put more padding on the inside.  The Innkeeper checked to make sure there wasn’t anything hidden in the carriage as they went about their business, just in case.  It would not do to have the Lady Laun brought to a Noble court as a smuggler...  Markle smiled at that.

It was midnight when Marie woke Laun.  Lamplight and a steaming bowl of mutton gruel met the blurred eyes of the Lady Laun.  Laun sat slowly up and then, with help, turned to place her feet on the floor.  She ate the gruel at a pace that quickened as she woke up from her fatigue haze and realized that she had to get ready and out to the road and on her journey yet again.  The gruel was gone and the plain, cold water that was offered was downed within seconds.  Laun had a resolve, if not the body, to follow through with her duty.

“Marie-”

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Slave Warrior Chapter 2

May 13, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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Heraldry of a bird on a stone wall

A striking heraldic bird looking down on Laun

There were strange noises in the night to wake her randomly.  The darkness in the leaf and stick filled bed made her stop breathing and listen to the night creatures as they passed by.  She even heard the sounds of many, many hoofbeats in the distance late into the night, but they did not pass directly by the shelter she was in.  The starred night showed through the very tops of the sapling sized branches around her and she fell back asleep watching the blinking lights.

She had snatches of dreams.  Some were comforting.  Some were terrifying.  Some...she was not sure how the two were mixing.  She was active in the dreams, but she could not change what was going on around her.

She was dancing for Lady Hellon with other nobles around her Lady on the hill outside the keep that her Lady liked to entertain on in the Summer.  The other dancers were around her, swirling in the colors the Dance Master had put them in.  Laun was twirling, seeing the smiles on the faces of the nobles as she turned and then she turned and there was as if another set of people were sitting where the nobles were.  They were not replaced, but the shadows of the nobles took form and substance and were moving counter to the light figures.  She saw the dancers, too, had shadow selves that were moving and touching and interacting even as their bodies were moving to entertain the nobles. »Read More

Country Club

September 8, 2015 / posted in Stories / No Comments

“This is the life, isn’t it?”

That is what the old man in the steam room said.  I nodded, and tried to not inch away from him.  It wasn’t that he was old- There was something in his yellowed smile and the metallic smell of his breath that came to me even over the eucalyptus scent of the cleanser they used in the place.

It had been a scam to get into the country club.  I had come in as a supposed guest of one of the members, who conveniently had arrived an hour before and nodded at me as I stood at the reception counter.  The wink I gave the cute blonde girl probably helped, too.  I had used the facilities, used the credit card I had ‘found’ to pay for my day’s entertainment and now, as the dinner I had charged settled, I was relaxing in the mens’ side of the locker room.

It was great that there was a hot tub and sauna in there.  No women, meant no need for the swim trunks I didn’t have.  The fluffy towel I had grabbed was enough to keep my ass from sticking to the hot tiles, and keep the slightly roving eye of the old man off of my junk.  I sat there for a while until I just couldn’t stand the creepy glances.  I smiled and nodded to him and went to the showers to clean up.  I had been there longer than I had intended, and I knew that the scam was not going to last much longer.

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Picture of the Day:Amazon Queen

March 6, 2013 / posted in Pictorials / No Comments

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Shall you serve her?

Coffee Foot Rub

February 14, 2013 / posted in Pictorials / No Comments

I go through many cups of coffee a day.  Many.  With all that coffee, I have lots of grounds to throw out.

Perhaps not...

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Stereotypical phrases

February 11, 2013 / posted in Article / No Comments

 

I was at a conference when I heard this - "Teaching a blowjob like a gay guy."
I laughed.  Then I thought.  It made me think about stereotypes, specifically ones in BdSm. 
What stereotypes are there in bdsm?
Exit to Eden, 50 shades of Grey, Lady Heather... »Read More

Yet another website

February 5, 2013 / posted in Uncategorized / No Comments

I am starting up another website, Share-Tit, to keep track of the Erotica and such I like from other sources.  It is bare bones at the moment, but we shall see how that works out.

 

Miss R

A session glance

August 30, 2012 / posted in Stories / No Comments

There is a noise.  You are on your knees and were told not to turn, not to move.  But the noise is loud and sudden and you have to see what it was.

*Smack*

The crop hits your shoulder, coming uncomfortably close to your ear as it swings past.  Your eyes snap back to the front and look at the place you were told to look.  There are more noises, but you try to ignore them as you look at the wood floor, a small divot showing something hard had hit there.  Recently.

There is a tug on your hair and then a cloth is pulled down over your eyes.  You can still hear.  The noises are slightly muffled, but that just makes them more alarming.  Fingers are running across your bare skin and you tense right before you think a finger is going to tweak your nipple.

*Smack*

“No flinching.”

The voice is calm, almost businesslike as you are reminded of the rules.  Do not flinch.  Only look where you are told.  Do not speak or call out or even moan without permission.

The last one is hard as you feel a hand on your throat, tightening as a whisper of a kiss is brushed past your lips.  You follow the pressure of the hand and stand, waiting as the blindfold is doing it’s job and not letting you see what is happening.

The hand is gone from your throat and you think you can hear a step to the side, but you cannot even turn your head to track the noise without knowing you will be punished.

There is a clink of chain and you feel something trailing over your shoulder.  A leash is being clipped to your collar and you follow the pull.  There is a small laugh as you knock into a chair, a push on your arm shoving you out of the way of something else, you hope.

You are led around the room, step by step.  You can’t be as hesitant as you may want because of the constant pull on your lead.

It stops and you take one step too many.

*Smack*

You stand and then you are pushed slightly down on the shoulder, the signal to kneel again.  You are on a pillow.  Surprising as you hadn’t seen any in the room when you entered.  You hear a chair move and it is right in front of you.

“Now...  Let’s see if you have learned anything since last time.”

Your blindfold is off and you blink to try to get used to the bright light in the room.  She is sitting there, and she must have been pleased with the session so far.  She has a smile and is sitting so that you can see the lace barely covering her between her thighs.

She nods.

I am now tweeting.

July 6, 2012 / posted in Article / No Comments

To help let people know where I am and what fabulous things I shall be doing, I now have a Twitter account.  Look for leathermines and keep up to date with what I am doing.  Be nice, and I might follow you, too.

 

Miss R

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